#funny how they changed the colours from red/burgundy to green

[mothnita]

TW!! insects, beetles, frogs

i find it very interesting that Olimar notes in the Piklopedia how the White Pikmin, despite being poisonous beings, do not have a bright or striking colour, rather having their titular hue

it's amazing!! normally, in nature, an animal or a plant that's venomous/poisonous will display vibrant colours to warn other creatures to stay away

this is called Aposematism!

the use of warning colouration in animals and plants to indicate that they are dangerous in one way or another, be it poison, venom or any other kind of threat!!

while yes, white is one of the colours some will display, it usually comes in a striking or eye catching pattern like that of a skunk or a honey badger

but for my main example i'm taking notes from the Poison Dart Frog and Yellow Blister Beetles (yes, they look a lot like Anode Beetles!!!)

the frogs have very bright colouration, ranging from a solid coat of colour, like the Golden Poison Dart Frog, to more intricate patterns like the Amazon Poison Dart Frog

Yellow Blister Beetles have yellow stripes or sometimes spots on their solid black backs, and once crushed or squeezed, they will release toxins

as for plants, i think my best example would be the Nightshade family

but Moth!! there are many poisonous flowers out there with white colouration!!

you are very right! there are! Lilies, Giant Hogweed, Jimson Weed and Water Hemlock to name a few!

however i bring you this: Pikmin, and by extent the Ambuloradicis class, are both stated to exhibit both animal and plant traits, and since they do show more "animal" traits, i decided to give this one characteristic to them

therefore, it would make sense the Pikmin are very brightly coloured! little guys won't go down without a fight!

but White Pikmin?? why not show vibrant colours or eye catching patterns??

and here's where i want to do some fun speculation:

creatures that consume the Pikmin are also prey, yes? the Pikmin coexist with the planet's flora and fauna through the natural cycle of life and death: the Pikmin that are consumed give life to others, produce nutrients and therefore produce more offspring for said bugs; the beings that are hunted by the Pikmin will, in turn, become nutrients for the Onion to produce more seeds

what i'm going for is - the Pikmin and the Creatures need each other to thrive, they consume each other so that they will both live, it creates a balance!

back to the White Pikmin, i think it would make sense that they don't decide to outright present themselves as dangerous: to be consumed by a bug would mean that it would get poisoned and die, therefore becoming another corpse for the Pikmin to feed to their Onion- simple!

however i do see some flaws in this little headcanon: while not very striking, the White Pikmin's body colour makes a nice contrast to their vibrant red eyes and you can even see a hint of purple creeping on their limbs!

maybe there's no special reason for them to be just white, maybe it's just a fun colour!

a hungry Bulborb would no doubt eat the very first tiny carrot in front of it, even if it's got an interesting colour to it!

but this was all just an excuse to ramble about my favourite things: nature and Pikmin!!

edit: added pictures! pretty pictures... :]

[fanfictionfansmiction]

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George reader insert modern au. Basically George has been your barista for months and you bump into him at the club but something gets in the way. Word count: 2533

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“Admit it! You’re in love,” Lavender extended the vowels like chewing gum, “don’t look at me like that! You haven’t stopped talking about him all week!” She buzzed with excitement, that finally her loveless roommate had a crush. She could barely contain the gasp that too anyone else would seem completely over dramatic but for Lavender this was tame. She eyed me knowingly as she reapplied her burgundy lipstick. Just as I was about to break and admit my crush Luna floated in draping her paper white arms delicately over Lavenders deep brown exposed shoulders. Luna planted a kiss on her cheek leaving a shiny residue of her sparkling lip gloss and then she gave me one to. In her hand she had a large glass of shimmering champagne that she somehow managed not to spill a drop of.

“What’s the crack girls?” She asked looking at Lavender. All Lavender gave her was a look. Unsurprisingly that was all it took. A wild grin grew on her face. The excitement of love! They would say and start giggling. I loved all of it really, but I had to keep my cool.

“I have absolutely no idea what she’s told you Luna but it’s not true! You know what she’s like,” I side eye Lavender who had resumed her knowing look, “I don’t even know the guys name! Yes, he gave me a free coffee one time but that was it! A gesture of goodwill, please can we drop it.” I plead dramatically.

“A free coffee! When’s the wedding?” Luna started.

“I was thinking a winter wedding.” Lavender finished.

My cheeks were burning, and I couldn’t stop myself from throwing my head into my hands. Shaking my head. God why are feelings so embarrassing.

“Right young lady,” Lavender said sternly, “I can’t have you feeling sorry for yourself. We are going out and we are going to have fun. So, for the moment you’re just going to have to get over the mortifying ordeal of feeling fuzzy feelings for someone you barely know! Here take this.” Lavender hands me a plastic shot glass of a green liquid that smelt like apple. I peered up and looked at my friends. A smile gave me away and then we drank.

We had made it from the flat, to the pub and now we were in line for the club. All of us dressed up and feeling very much like the most beautiful, funny, intelligent and wonderful people to ever grace the earth. Luna brought along some old school friends who had names I probably had been told but I was shooting blanks. She had her arm slung around the waist of a strong looking girl, face splattered with freckles and fiery ginger hair. Nattering with Lavender a girl with wild curly hair and hands somehow still covered in ink. We weren’t too far from being let in, each of us clinging to our ID’s and laughing about something stupid that happened earlier in the night. I kept fidgeting. Looking around and chewing on my fingernail.

“What’s up your arse?” The ginger girl asked me.

“Oh, she’s just in love.” Lavender said stretching the vowels a little further this time.

I slapped her bare arm, shooting her a look that I hoped would put this conversation to bed. She was about to open her mouth again.

“If you drop this conversation right now and for the rest of the night, I will buy everyone a shot.” They considered it and then all of them nodded and quickly changed the subject.

“Ginny why are you complaining?” I heard Luna whine.

“Because my brothers are out tonight and I’m pretty sure they’re already in the club.” She stamped her foot like a younger sibling does. I had to stifle my laugh because I could see my younger sister doing the same thing.

When we got inside, we weren’t cold and shivering anymore. The air was thick and the wooden floor disgustingly sticking. The girl with the large hair whose name I learned (Hermione) checks in her wool coat and Ginny’s denim jacket.

I make a bee line to the long bar that stands away from the crowded dance floor. The line was almost too long for me to care but I did promise shots and I am a girl of my word. I was quickly wishing I were more covered up. All the crowds pushing and shoving me. Being jabbed by sequins and zips. Not incredibly fun.

I found myself pushed up against someone much taller than me. Wearing faded jeans and a strange graphic t shirt. That’s all I could see from my restricted viewpoint. But then he looks down at me. A face full of freckles and orange hair illuminated by the changing lights. My barista. His brown eyes look down at me and I almost expect him to recognise me, but he doesn’t. His smile is wrong, not enough teeth and he’s missing a dimple. Not my barista. My face must show my disappointment because he starts to stay something. Which I can’t hear so he leans down. Hot breathe on my already sweaty neck.

“Don’t look so disappointed love, you aren’t my type either.” He chuckles. Then I look at him and feel the urge to explain. So, I plant a hand on his neck that must still be cold because he shivers and I talk in his ear.

“Sorry, you look like someone I know. But you aren’t the right one.” I say shrugging. Before he can respond I’m called forward to the front of the line. I’ve upped my order to two shots a person. They give me a silly circular tray that I am determined to defend. When I reach my friends, I have successfully kept everything together.

A chorus of yay and yeahs squeal over the thudding music. The shots are gone before I know it and Hermione only took one, so I have her other one and I’m ready to dance. That’s when I see the guy who’s not my barista again, it seems like he’s about to approach me until he looks beyond me and I can’t help but turn to see at who he’s poking his tongue out. He must be Ginny’s brother. He decides that whatever he was going say is worth it because he saunters over. Definitely not my barista. A wild look in his eyes and a wide grin.

“Hello again love.” He mouths. “I think you might know my brother.” He says. “Do you go to his coffee shop?” He asks. I nod. Then somehow his grin grows wider. Before I could ask if his brother is here, he disappears into the crowd dancing. I shake it off because I’m here to dance. I take Lavender by the hand and spin her around. We dance like an old married couple in a kitchen singing songs to each other. I’m having fun and I feel light. Someone catches Lavenders eye, and she sways over to them. She is going to have a fun night.

So, I go to dance with Luna, but I see that her and Ginny are closer than I knew so I decide to let them have their fun. I notice Hermione having fun and I decide to join her. We jump around in a circle and laugh together. She says she’s spotted her boyfriend and they need to have a conversation. I follow her eyeline to see someone who looks like Ginny and my barista. How many of them are there? I shrug again. Must be time for another drink. This time at the bar I see my barista. Black jeans instead of blue and a mustard colour crew neck. I look up at him to see if he sees me too. He’s not but his face is flushed pink and he’s chewing on his lip like his life depends on it. Why didn’t I read his name tag? I’m in that coffee shop every morning and evening why haven’t I learned his name? He quickly looks down at me like he’s checking I’m looking at him. Now the pink is a little darker. He looks down at me now smiling. That’s my barista. All teeth and a single dimple that casts a little shadow on his face. Now my cheeks are burning red. It’s my turn to look away. He bumps into me purposely and I look up at him. He bends down slightly to talk into my ear. The hair stands up on the back of my neck.

“Caramel latte with almond milk, right?” He asks, he voice deep and struggling to be heard over the music. It’s my turn to talk in her ear. I place my hand on his neck to steady myself.

“And you’re my barista.” I say.

He pulls away to look at me but keeps my hand there. He asks, “Your barista?”

I take a shaky breath in deciding how to play this. I’ll be someone I never am, someone who says what she means.

I tilt my head, “Yes. My barista.” He chokes on something and coughs a little.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks but he doesn’t wait for me to answer. He orders me a drink and leads me to smoking area where we share one chair. It’s still cold outside and my body heat seems to be running out of me. He drapes his arm around my shoulder rubbing his red hands up and down my arm. I turn to look at him and I realise I’m basically sat in his lap. I look up and we’re basically nose to nose. Looking away I down my drink which makes him laugh. A low rumble that I can feel in his chest.

“So do I get to know you name?” I ask.

“George.” He smiles at me, the light from the club dancing over his face. I go to ask if he needs mine but then he says it. As though he’s been waiting to say for months. It makes me blush like he said something inappropriate. It sounded like he did. So, I begin to question if it was my name he said.

“You know my name?” I ask a little breathless and beginning to feel the heat re-enter my body.

“Of course,” he brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes, “prettiest girl to come into the shop and the best tipper I’ve noticed. My brother said he ran into you at the bar. He sent me there to wait for you. I was beginning to feel a little ridiculous. Until I saw you staring at me.” He laughs quietly like we’re alone.

“I was making sure it was you.” I say in a hushed tone reserved for museums.

“How’d you know?” He asks edging closer so our noses bump.

“Well you’re the prettiest barista in town. Your brother doesn’t compare.” I say. Just as I feel us edging closer and his lips brushing mine someone clears their throat in front of us. I slump my head onto his shoulder and George looks at the person.

“What Gin?” He asks in a huff.

“There’s a girl emergency and she is needed.” Ginny says strongly like she’s asking for her toys back. George groans like he’s not done with me. I sigh because I know I’m needed but I’m also not finished with him.

“I have to go. If I don’t see you tonight, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I say kissing his cheek and push his hair out of his eyes.

“I hope you know you don’t have to pay for coffee anymore.” He shouts after me.

After finding Lavender weeping in the toilets I do my best to carry her back to our flat. Where I take her makeup off, brush her teeth and carry her to bed.

“Night Lav.” She whines in response. I switch off her light and close the door.

I wake up before Lavender and as I wander out the door in clothes, I’ve thrown on I see the rest of the girls laying across the sofa and the floor. The plan is to get everyone coffee. I don’t expect to see George in the shop but he’s not working. He’s in the queue looking as bad as I feel. When he sees me, he flushes red and doesn’t know where to look. Suddenly I feel just as shy, but I go next to him anyway. He looks down at me and then wraps an arm around me and kisses the top of my head.

“What are we getting?” He asks.

He pays for the drinks and brings them back to the flat me, not letting go of my hand as we walk. Ginny groans when she sees her brother causing Lavender to peak out of her door wrapped up in her duvet.

I give everyone their orders and make toast for them all. George and I laugh when Luna makes a quick exit to the bathroom. I cover his ears and he cover’s mine. So we don’t hear her bring up last night in the toilet. Slowly all the girls shower and collect their stuff to begin the walk home. Lavender manages to cry through the full story of what happened last night, blowing her nose dramatically as she does. I rub her leg and tell her men are stupid. George agrees making us another hot drink.

Lavender’s phone rings and she scurries back to her room. For the second time in twenty-four hours me and George and alone together again. Standing in the kitchen. Closer than you would stand to a friend. I don’t know what to say. So, I just look at him. He looks at me. I hug him, holding him close. Close enough to smell the coffee beans and to feel his heart racing. The TV still on the music channel begins to play a mushy love song I never learned. I move my arm to rest on his lower back and take his hand with the other. We sway in the small poorly lit kitchen. Laughing as we stand on each other’s feet. Still we dance together in the kitchen like an old married couple. Until the song changes to something I didn’t know you could slow dance to.

The TV goes on standby and now we’re just holding each other in the kitchen. His hand brushes through my knotted hair which makes us laugh. I rest my hand on his neck which makes his face soften. He says my name again like a wish I know will come true. I wait for him to kiss me or to say something to acknowledge how strangely familiar this all feels. Then his phone dings. He groans again. Cursing under his breath.

“It’s Fred, Mum’s expecting me for dinner.” He looks at me with pained eyes, “I have to go.” I whine. This time Fred kisses me delicately like he knows if he kissed me harder, he wouldn’t be able to leave. I give him my number before he leaves, promising that next time we won’t get interrupted.

[second-hand-heaven]

For the prompt request, how about 99 with MidPollo?? I love your stuff and I hope you never stop writing

thank you so much @free-wondrous-astronomer for the prompt! this was a lot of fun! i’m titling this fic “Midnighter and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Date.” hope you enjoy this, G!

39 “don’t you ever change” midpollo

M stands in front of the mirror and sighs. Blue or black? He holds each shirt up to his chest, the soft fabric rustling against his bare chest. Blue. Or. Black. Or maybe the burgundy? It draws out the red tones in his hair, but also the purple of the bruise across his brow. Maybe not the burgundy. He tosses the shirt and coat hanger onto the bed behind him. So now he’s back to the other two shirts. Black or blue?

God, it’s like his first date all over again. His fingers leave a sheen of sweat against the coat hanger hooks. Why is he so nervous? It’s Apollo, the man who’s seen him at his absolute worst, why does it matter what colour shirt he wears? He looks down and sees a purple stain across the collar of the blue shirt. Well, black it is then. He slides the shirt across his shoulders, fiddling with the buttons. The shirt is done, tucked into his black slacks, now to work on the next task: the tie.

His hands shake as he fumbles with the slippy fabric of the silk tie. Is it over, then under? Or does it cross underneath first? Shit. Maybe he should invest in a clip-on tie? But he’s never had this trouble before. Apollo knew how to tie them, he’d be the one fixing M’s mistakes with nimble fingers and a laugh that made M feel a little less incompetent. But no, he can’t do that this time. M needs to show Apollo that he’s better, that they can be together again seriously. And besides, he’s a grown man, surely he can tie a goddamn tie?

After his fifth attempt at knotting the tie he gives up, balling the fabric in his fist and tossing onto the bed with all the other discarded clothes. He should clean up, but he’s already running late. With a sigh he heads through the rest of the apartment, grabbing his coat and the bundle of flowers he had sitting in the kitchen sink, and calls a door.

He lands in the hallway just outside Andrew’s apartment, willing his hands not to shake. Flowers held behind his back, he takes a deep breath and heads down the hall. He’s about to knock on the door when Apollo opens it, looking like an absolute dream. White shirt, with the first three buttons undone, his hair glowing as it cascades down to his shoulders. “Hey.”

“You look good,” M says, allowing himself a small grin. “I got you these.” He pulls the bouquet from behind his back and hands them over, and is thanked with a sharp sneeze from Apollo. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” M mutters, running a hand across his face. Stupid. How could he forget?

Apollo laughs, sneezes, and laughs some more. “Come on,” he says, stepping out of the apartment and locking the door, “let’s go.” A doorway glows ready at the end of the hall.

They land on the sidewalk outside the Italian restaurant M made reservations at. The restaurant is dark, the neon sign out front no longer it’s raucous red and green self. That’s not a great start.

“It says here they’re closed.” Apollo points to the window to the left. “Health and safety infringement? I guess we dodged a bullet.”

Shit. His mind races for a solution. Maybe an alternative? Good, he can do that, he can adapt. His night hasn’t quite gone to shit yet, it’s okay. “Okay, let’s go somewhere else.”

“There’s a nice Thai place a few blocks down,” Apollo says, taking M’s arm, “let’s try there instead.” M lets himself be led away, ignoring the niggling sting of embarrassment. They walk down the street, arm in arm, and the tension from that earlier hiccup starts to melt away at the warmth of Apollo’s touch. In just the space of a few blocks, M begins to feel lighter than he has in a long while.

They make it to the restaurant Apollo suggested in no time. “Ah, Andrew,” the maitre de welcomes them as they enter, coming out from behind her desk to properly greet him with a kiss on the cheek. She eyes M up and down, and does little to hide her disapproval. “Where is Roger?”

M looks sharply at Apollo, who pales at the woman’s words. Roger? Who the fuck is Roger? “Erm, Roger and I aren’t together anymore. This is M.”

M feels heat rise to his cheeks. He wishes he was wearing that stupid tie right now, anything to make him look that little bit better than whoever that ridiculous Roger is. “Evening, ma’am,” M says and holds out his hand. The woman turns up her nose, though she does return the handshake. Hard. M smiles down at her with gritted teeth, a litany of curses just waiting to fall from his tongue.

M waits until they’re seated before he ‘casually’ asks, “Roger?” with his eyes firm on the wines list in his white-knuckle grip.

Tired, Apollo replies, “We weren’t together then, M. Leave it alone.”

And M tries, he really tries, but whoever this fucking Roger is, he evidently left a lasting impression on the restaurant staff. Three waiters and two kitchen hands come out to greet Apollo over the course of their meal, each sending dirty looks of varying degrees in M’s direction. He tries not to sulk over his meal, but Apollo keeps shooting him questioning glances. Of all the restaurants they had to end up at, it had to be this one. Perfect fucking Roger and his people skills; how is M meant to compete with that?

They’re just about to order dessert when M gets a call, a tip-off about some arms deal. He scrubs a hand across his face; he can’t ignore it, as much as he would like to. Criminals have the worst goddamn timing.

“What is it?” Apollo says, a small crease in his brow.

M sighs. “Some extraterrestrials got their hands on some God Garden tech in Prague.”

There’s a low chuckle from across the table. “I guess you never get a night off.”

“I guess not. I-” he wants to apologise for running off like this, but a thought strikes him mid sentence. “Want to come with?”

Apollo shrugs, “Sure.” It’s not the most enthusiastic partner he’s had on a mission, but at least he didn’t have to kidnap this one. Apollo calls a waiter over and M insists on paying the bill. Through grit teeth, he adds a decent tip, but he can still feel their disapproving gaze as they leave.

M calls a door once they make it into the back alleyway, and they step into an old warehouse that could do with some bleaching. It’s a dirty fight, but it’s quick. They fight well together, always have, and it feels good to have Apollo at his back again. There are only a few goons on either side of the deal, humans and aliens, and together Apollo and he make quick work of them

It’s going well, until one assailant catches Apollo unaware. M sees it before it happens, panic washing over him. “Apollo!” M yells, throwing a rod of rebar like a spear directly at the alien, piercing through its chest. Green goo splatters across Apollo’s aghast face, dripping from his glowing locks. The alien slumps to the ground at Apollo’s feet, twitching for a few seconds before growing still. M sighs in relief.

Apollo groans, a hand coming up to touch his face. “The hair? Why does it have to be be in my hair?”

M opens his mouth to apologise, and instead finds himself laughing. He slaps a hand across his lips, but it does little to stifle his laughter. Apollo will chew him out for it, but he can’t stop, it’s just too funny.

“It’s not funny,” Apollo tries, but he’s losing the battle against the grin that tries to spread across his lips. “Okay, maybe a little.” He crosses the floor, floating over bodies, until he’s right in front of M. Even splatter in an unsightly shade of green, Apollo still looks like an utter dream.

“C’mere.” M tugs at Andrew’s belt loops, pulling him forward until they’re pressed hip to hip, chest to chest. “Hey you.”

Apollo wrinkles his nose. “I’m gross and covered in alien guts.”

But Midnighter just grins, “I don’t care,” his breath ghosting across Apollo’s lips. He waits there for a moment, rigidly still, and surely enough, Apollo bridges the gap between them, bringing their lips together. M’s hands slide around Apollo’s hips to slide up and down the blond man’s back. A warm hand cups his chin, and M melts into Apollo’s tender touch. This is what he wanted, this is what feels like home.

Midnighter calls a door, hand sliding further and further down Apollo’s back. They land in M’s bedroom just as his hands reach Apollo’s waistband. Apollo quirks an eyebrow at their location, but doesn’t say anything, just leans in for another kiss. It’s perfect, it’s amazing, it’s so fucking hot.

M tosses Apollo lightly onto the bed, a cheeky grin stretching across his features. He crawls on top of Apollo, not caring about the green slime smearing across the pillows. M drops his weight further onto Apollo, who suddenly yelps in pain, twisting out of M’s arms and off the bed.

“What the-” The offending weapon, a coat hanger, lies on the covers, unrepentant.

Apollo scowls. “Could you at least clean up before you have company?”

Truth be told, Midnighter didn’t think he’d get this far tonight, and now, it looks like he won’t get the chance again. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. M calls a door, utterly defeated and wanting to be anywhere other than near Apollo’s sad smile, the one he’ll wear when he tells M that no, they can’t do this anymore. “I’m sorry,” he says, raking a hand through his hair, “I keep fucking up. See you around, I guess.”

He takes another step to the door, feeling like his boots are full of lead. Apollo calls out, “M, you don’t have to leave,” and Midnighter turns, hopeful, until Apollo adds, “it’s your place after all.”

Damn it. Damn it all to hell. M closes the distance between them, eyes wide and desperate. “I’m sorry, Andrew. Fuck. I just wanted tonight to be like how it used to be. I can do better, Andrew,” M pleas, taking both Apollo’s hands in his. “I can be better.”

Apollo laughs and shakes his head. “I love you, just like this, okay? Don’t you ever change.” And with that, he pulls M closer and into a searing kiss.

FIN

[spacebookettes]

Nobody Writes Trolls for Girly Girls

StewGrinder is not a normal troll, she wants to be the hero not the monster.

StewGrinder combs the opal dandruff out of her hair, sits looking at her malformed rocky face in the Golden Mirror. Fools gold polished just the way trolls know how, can make the most captivating reflections. She notices a little diamond crusty at the corner of her eye and gets rid.

StewGrinder walks the usual moss covered dripping under-caves and she keeps walking. ‘There must be mystery outside of Troll Canyon.’ Obviously it is always night-time for StewGrinder. By day a new boulder appears out of nowhere, that occassionally snores, if she's had troll beans.

This first night StewGrinder leaves Troll Canyon; she climbs the steep slopes that border the canyon from the rest of the lands: she has been travelling for eight weeks to leave her home, possibly the most heavily fortified area of the lands (thanks to moving rocks). At the top of the slope is greenery, greenery different to the mossy ferns of Troll Canyon... grass and signs.

Every so often along the edge of the canyon are stone markers with a great red X painted on them... then grasslands forever. Grasslands with minute alpine flowers. StewGrinder enjoys crushing the flowers for a few hours until she sees a little hovering bird (about the size of an ant) disappear into a flower she is about to crush with three of her little fingers. Fascinated she waits until the hovering bird comes out. It staggers out covered in pollen, drunk. It then proceeds to haphazardly fly away. StewGrinder follows it. Four purple pebbles with a dark blue pebble in the middle marks the entrance to hovering bird city. The hovering bird disappears down a small hole in the ground (after a few missed attempts). And that was that. StewGrinder would never find out what goes on in hovering bird city. She sits next to the entrance watching tiny hovering birds attempt to fly down the hole next to the blue pebble; they all miss first time because all of them are drunk. As the sun rises StewGrinder curls up into a ball of boulder and ‘sleeps’ all day.

Part 2

A week of night-time wandering among the grasslands and StewGrinder is familiar with the goings on, above ground. By day the hovering birds are sober and busy disappearing into all the flowers except the burgundy ones... this much she noticed in her sleepish state. By night the burgundy flowers are visited by the hovering birds and something inside makes them drunk. StewGrinder also knows about being drunk. As the weeks of walking pass StewGrinder notices that the greenery is getting thicker, less delicate and bigger; though the flowers are not so pretty, they are all of the lightest hint of pink. A week later and sporadic bushes start to appear with little dark purple berries that drunk hornets seem to be enjoying. The hornets dance for each other, seemingly in competition. StewGrinder is bored of insects for now and feels this isn’t quite the discovery she had hoped for by now. When trees start to appear, wispy strong trees who’s canopies twist and twirl like corkscrews of the most fluorescent jade colours: the reason for this form is the strong winds of these parts. Trolls don’t notice wind.

As the trees crowd the lands StewGrinder notices new furry animals, which all give her a wide birth; so she carries on, not stopping to try and learn from the new fauna.

The moon is large. StewGrinder finds a small clearing with red boulders dotted around: on one of the boulders is a building. StewGrinder has never seen a building before. A curious arrangement of smaller regular shaped rocks. The building is a tower with skull cap and symbols carved into the occasional block. StewGrinder etches a copy of one into her arm with a piece of metal from her metals belt. The first troll tattoo that StewGrinder had ever seen. The clouds parted to reveal the moon light and the carvings on the building glowed a light orange, StewGrinders carving also glowed but a different hue more red orange. She gazed proudly at the troll tattoo. The clouds closed again and the glowing ceased. More inspection of the tower revealed an internal staircase just glimpsed through the eye sockets of the half skull topping. There was no doorway at the bottom of the tower. StewGrinder was as tall as the tower and wider. She didn’t know what animal the skull was from and suspected it wasn’t a real skull. It smelt funny but still smelt like rock. When morning came StewGrinder curled her arm tattoo side inwards as she turned into the new giant boulder next to the mysterious tower. Trolls don’t dream normally.

Part 3

The next night StewGrinder woke to a glowing tower and another bright moon in a cloudless sky. Her tattoo uncurled into the moonlight and started to glow the new blood orange colour. She half remembered something from her past, something that had visited her dream state through the day. I said trolls don’t dream, in fact they don’t even sleep... At daybreak they become one with the ground and observe glazily in a half waking trance. The worms tell them little secrets. A whole network of worm inklings that seem to form a giant hollow sphere that feels vastly bigger than Troll Canyon. The first troll dream StewGrinder had ever known of disappeared at the edges of realisation.

She said goodbye in troll to the strange arrangement of rock with tattoos and old head. The walk was exhilarating. The forest now opening more with clear views of rusty coloured boulders and hills with grass and little yellow and white flowers and large animals eating the greenery. Giant sluggish leathery hulks with prodding spine-like protrusions that help the animals move along and at the front a large bovine mouth under flashing hazel coloured eyes, some with many eyes others with just a few. You don’t want to know what the back end looks like. StewGrinder spent a few days half observing, usually through the day as the animals seemed to disappear at night. Where they went was a mystery to her.

She woke one night after more intangible past relationship ponderings and a scraping sound. The worms had been laughing a lot and told her their version of what had happened through the daytime. The pounding had begun the light pounding on the surface that meant the walkmans had arrived. They were making the none surface pounding noises that a worm had to peak up through the grass to hear properly. Worms speak human quite well; sort of like how a dog understand humans. The walkmen seemed upset about something on the new boulder. They seemed even more upset about something to do with the look of the new boulder (the worms suspected it was too hard perhaps and the walkmen tried to make StewGrinder softer by mushing her up a bit. Then they gave up and left. StewGrinder had also heard the walkmen speaking the words “they’ve moved into our territory and have left their mark, and the magic has changed the rocks colour. Tell the scouts to kill on sight any intruders......” this was all said in human and the troll didn’t understand a word. But she would learn the words the more time she spent daydreaming in this part of the lands. But for now she glanced at her tattoo and found only flat rock where it had been on her arm. Those walkmen had removed her tattoo. StewGrinder was outraged and re-carved the symbol. Unbeknownst to StewGrinder, the walkmen had done her a favour. The new troll tattoo never glowed.

Part 4

The half dreaming had subsided and StewGrinder could be at one with the ground and the worms again, but she kept an ear out for walkman language and the worms passed along to her other human words and what they thought they meant... StewGrinder learned not to trust the worm interpretations too far. A giant boulder would sometimes appear at the edges of walkman habitations, learning to speak confused human.

StewGrinder learned quickly: a war was coming in the walkman world. Everyone said the other started it. StewGrinder learned that the humans and the other humans disliked each other for some old reasons. A difference of opinion on the way to do magic had caused the rift. The other humans liked the orange magic and the first humans only trusted the yellower orange magic. StewGrinder wondered what they would think of red orange magic. She was getting into the whole thing when she shook her rocky head one midnight and remembered her mystery travels. StewGrinder looked in the opposite direction to the two different humans lands and walked that way. When she came across another small tower and saw white glowing symbols she immediately strode off in the other direction. In fact rock buildings in various states of ruin could be found almost anywhere in the lands. They all seemed to have a different use, many without any magical symbols. Some looked violently pulled down or were burned. She could smell new metals in the ground. Different coloured rocks and sometimes more or less greenery. In fact she had even found lands without any green.

Part 5

Masses of bleached white sand, mountains of it and almost translucent rocks, sharp craggy peaks that the moonlight drunkenly almost shines through. In this seemingly desolate place dusty black eggs are scattered, left by rogue mothers StewGrinder felt. She sat next to a pile, sat and curled up for days and then months. Nothing happened. StewGrinder needed to know what was inside the eggs... there were no worms here to tell her so she kept vigil for a year or two. She was one with the earth here too; no secrets whispered, but the sand sings all through the day. Wonderous harmonics happen upon one hit wonders and sometimes concerts when the conditions are right. Clashing great reverberations of all the sound waves this universe can muster. And sometimes little whistling abstract ditties that last for days. StewGrinder doesn’t uncurl at night anymore. She stays an odd, for these parts, coloured boulder for decades listening.

One drop... one drop of water matted in the dust formed on her rock skin. It started a deluge in the moonlight. StewGrinder unfurled into rain. She looked up at the swarming glints appearing out of the dark sky. It keeps raining for nights on end; deep pools of impossibly clear water flood everywhere. Endless refracting moonlight swirls around StewGrinder as she wades through the crystal waters. White expressionist light that reaches the white sand below flowing and arcing as though a million mermaid Olympian ceremony opening. The black eggs float and cajole each other, no longer dusty... and then all together delicate cracking, masses of black pieces of shell belly dance down to the sandy sea floor; leaving small red sprouts: more smaller black casings for hats that too once uncurled from, drop to the crystal sea floor. Each red sprout has two small velvety leaves. That, as over the weeks the water evaporates, grow large though always only two. When the water level dries to the sand, long black tendrils grow from the dying leaves and hold onto each other and at the points they touch a black dusty pod grows into an egg... dusty from the bleached fine remains of the leaves.

StewGrinder sits back against a sand mountain. Just a sliver of moon for hazy light. The air is full of fragments. Trolls don’t breath deeply or at all.

The end

By Peter Stringer

[freohrdatia]

tagged by @thespectacularspecter

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself

last 1. drink - uhh either water or Good Belly Blueberry Acai juice 2. phone call - it wasn’t even a call I made, lol. my husband and I were shopping, he couldn’t bring his phone probably because it was low on battery. He had a question for his mother (we were running an errand for her) so he called her from my phone 3. text message - my dad! he was talking to me about a song one of my brothers sang, possibly for a talent show? and told me I’m the only child now to not show off my vocal talent and told me he’s waiting >.> 4. song you listened to - Hills Like White Elephants - Isles & Glaciers (I mean the last music I heard was the 2nd teaser for BTS Fake Love but I’m not sure that counts here~) 5. time you cried - not that long ago? idr how not-long ago. I’m a baby though.

ever 6. dated someone twice - dated as in two individual dates, or as in breaking up with somebody then returning to them? if the first, yeah, if the second, no. 7. kissed someone and regretted it - nope. The only person I’ve kissed is my husband, I better not regret it 8. been cheated on - I’d say “not as far as I know” but I’m confident enough to say “no.” 9. lost someone special - idk how loose the term “special” is, but yes. 10. been depressed - I’ve had a much sadder period in my life before, but idk if it would count as depression. 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - nope

fave colours 12. brown 13. burgundy 14. some sort of green. probably celadon/sage green or dark teal

in the last year have you… 15. made new friends - I think so 16. fallen out of love - no 17. laughed until you cried - most likely 18. found out someone was talking about you - maybe? it’s not quite something I find out about often, but a year is a long time for me to try to remember all of 19. met someone who changed you - uhh... don’t think so? My life’s been pretty stable lately 20. found out who your true friends are - don’t think so 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - I don’t really.... have one~

general 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - same as above 23. do you have any pets - ok so. 1 dog. 1 cat. 1 snake. 2 geckos. 5 goats. 38 chickens (16 of which are a new flock we just got that I’ve been raising lately and THEY’RE SO WONDERFUL I love them) 24. do you want to change your name - I’m still meaning to change my name to “my last name - husband’s last name”.... We’re supposed to do that soon because I want to do that before I work on getting my passport. 25. what did you do for your last birthday - juggled a bunch of places to go to. I ate out, shopped, hung out at a park near the school @thespectacularspecter had a meeting at, and hung out at a nice coffee shop before heading back home and playing video games ^o^ 26. what time did you wake up today - LATE. I went back to sleep after my alarm (just to keep me on a regular sleep schedule) went off because I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I got up at like... 9:35am? I’m supposed to get up at 8am every morning. 27. what were you doing at midnight last night - either sleeping or attempting to sleep 28. what is something you can’t wait for - BTS COMEBACK. BTS CONCERT. GEN CON. @roymblog IS VISITING US SOON. Also I’m going to my brother’s graduation so that’ll not only be fun but I’ll also get to see my high school and familiar teachers again. 30. what are you listening to right now - music! Tomorrow - BTS 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - uh...... I’m trying to remember. I think I knew a Tom before. It’s not actually a name I’ve encountered in person that often. 32. something that’s getting on your nerves - atm? lately? nothing, I don’t think. 33. most visited website - in terms of the entirety of my life, Serenes Forest Forums. I’ve been on that forum for 10 years. 34. hair colour - Black. Not pure black but more just a natural looking black. Just the tiniest hints of brown. 35. long or short hair - long 36. do you have a crush on someone - does park jimin count? Not somebody I’d seek a serious future with since 1. I’m married 2. he’s an idol, but jimin is still amazing 37. what do you like about yourself - ever since I’ve started working and being exposed to other people, I’ve recently gotten comparisons to come to appreciate the amount of patience I have. I kept wondering why I kept coming across so many impatient people, but then I realized it’s probably just that I have an ungodly amount of patience in me.

Although, the amount of patience I have largely depends on the context~ 38. want any piercings? - don’t currently want, but I’m not turned off by the idea 39. blood type - I think O-? O for sure, though. 40. nicknames - Kate or Katie 41. relationship status - married 42. zodiac - taurus 43. pronouns - she/her 44. fave tv shows - I can’t remember all I’ve been exposed to lately enough, but I know Gotham’s been pretty great. I still quite love Avatar the Last Airbender, too. 45. tattoos - have none, don’t have any plans for any, but again it’s not something I’m against 46. right or left handed - right 47. ever had surgery - never 48. piercings - none! 49. sport - none currently. I’ve played softball before. I’m awful at bowling but I enjoy it and would like to do it more. high key want to get into contemporary/ballet because jimin is an inspiration, but nowhere offers classes for my age~ 50. vacation - have had, or want? There have been plans to go to Germany and potentially China. Dream locations are New Zealand and Japan and Ireland and..... basically anywhere tbh. There’s a reason ISFPs are called adventurers. I’ve been poor all my life, so I’ve never been off this continent except for one time we accidentally landed on Vancouver Island. 51. trainers - I don’t wear any casually, and I don’t really pay attention to what kind of shoes I have for exercising or for the barn. So I guess I can’t really say anything on this one? >u>

more general 52. eating - what about eating? uhhhhh well just now I had leftover spaghetti and some clementines. And this morning I had toast! 53. drinking - by the time I’ve reached this question (since the “last drink” earlier) it’s just water 54. i’m about to watch - either random stuff that pique my interest on youtube or Orphan Black once we have dinner 55. waiting for - EVERYTHING I LISTED IN “something you can’t wait for.” It’s funny that I “can’t wait” for them, but I’m “waiting” for them anyway. 56. want - to return to making money in Guild Wars 2 after I finish filling this out. There’s a kitsune mount skin that I need to make LOTS AND LOTS of money to buy, so I’ve been dedicating my attention to that lately because the red fox is my favorite animal and Ninetales (along with Vulpix) is my favorite pokemon 57. get married - already am 58. career - .... housewife?

which is better 59. hugs or kisses - both are great, but I really do love hugs. 60. lips or eyes - eyes can be so pretty 61. shorter or taller - no preference 62. older or younger - no preference 63. nice arms or stomach - hm. still no preference? 64. hookup or relationship - I’m a romantic. relationship. 65. troublemaker or hesitant - uhhhhhhh. Troublemaker is a good complement to my own personality. But thanks to my personality I don’t really want to get into trouble. The only problem is if there’s another hesitant person I’d probably never go anywhere in my life. But I think I will side with hesitant.

have you ever 66. kissed a stranger - no 67. drank hard liquor - don’t think I’ve ever been given hard liquor to sample, no 68. lost glasses - during the short period I wore glasses instead of contact lenses, I can imagine I probably have at least once 69. turned someone down - Sort of?? I guess the answer is yes. Just the situation was a bit more complicated than “do u wanna date” “no sry” 70. sex on first date - I have not I’m not that cool 71. broken someone’s heart - I don’t think so? 72. had your heart broken - in a roundabout way, sort of but I don’t quite think it was on levels of “heartbreak” 73. been arrested - no 74. cried when someone died - Somebody I knew from high school committed suicide. That was one of the most miserable moments of my life. And one of the most life-changing. I think it was sort of involved in my conversion from religious->atheist (although I eventually became agnostic) 75. fallen for a friend - yes. one of them became my husband.

do you believe in 76. yourself - sometimes, but I don’t trust my judgement often 77. miracles - probably depends on the definition of “miracle.” There are events that happen that I would call a “miracle” 78. love at first sight - I mean, maybe it could happen, but I certainly wouldn’t think that’s a common occurrence. 79. santa claus - my dad tried to make sure I believed in him for a really long time. He had his belief in santa claus ruined pretty early on in his life and he said that ruined one of the huge joys of his childhood, so he tried to make sure his children could experience that joy for a really long time. 80. kiss on a first date - I don’t think that’d be too much of a problem, so I wouldn’t say I don’t believe in it. I personally tend to be more slow-moving than that though. 81. angels - Kim Taehyung. But as for actual spiritual angels, I have no clue if they truly exist or not!

other 82. best friend’s name - rae my bae 83. eye colour - very dark brown 84. fave movie - I..... am not sure, tbh. 85. fave actor - again, something I’m not sure about! I guess I’ve quite consistently liked Alan Tudyk though, and Neil Patrick Harris. And I’ve only seen him in one thing, but Hugh Laurie has left a lasting impression on me.

Well, have you been tagged for this yet @robotsfromouterspace? I will tag you for this, if you’d like to participate!

[sagittaeprotector]

Character Development Interview Part One

What is your full name? Any nickname(s)? Why were you named that? “Oran Ake Iverson. I don’t have any nicknames that I know of. I wasn’t really called anything else growing up. Ake is my Paternal Grandfather's name, and Oran comes from Orian, you know, the constellation and hunter from Mythology. Or so they told me.”

How old are you? When is your birthday? Age depends on universe. “My birthday is May 27.”

Where were you born? Modern/Real World Verses: “Small village on the border of Norway and Sweden.” Fairy Tail Verse: “In a village on the border of Fiore and Seven.”

Where do you live now? Do you like where you are? Why do you like it, if not why not? Is there somewhere else that you prefer? “Its fine, Can’t complain. I never really stay in one place long.”

What race/nationally/species are you? Have people mistaken you for a particular kind? Modern/Real World Verses: ”I get mistaken for being from an English speaking country a bit. I can speak English its just, not great. My nationality is kinda... hard to describe so lets just leave it at as Nordic.” Fairy Tail Verse: “Most people assume I’m Fiorian.”

What is your occupation? Do you like it? What is your boss or employer like? What are your co-workers like? Do you get along with them? Are there any in particular people that you like? Which ones don’t you get along with? Age specific  ”Thats a long question. Long story short. I guess I’m a Professional Archer? I’m my own boss so no problems there, and I don't really stick around places that much to be in contact with co-workers.”

Where does your money come from? Do you work for it? Or do you get it from somewhere else/someone? Do you splurge too much or do you know how to save? Modern/Real World Verses: ”Winnings from competitions, I’m emancipated so I get a little something depending on where I’m living. Most of my fees are covered by scholarships or exchange programs. I sometimes get small bits of money from home. Sometimes, not enough to rely on it.” Fairy Tail Verse: “I work.” 

What is your marital status (married, single, separated, in a relationship, divorced)? If married, to who? If divorced, under what terms and why? If separated, why? If married, how long? When and where did you meet your significant other? “No thank you.” (Note: Oran isn’t Asexual/Aromantic persay. Its just hard for him to find an interest in it. However once he does he’s very much Demiromantic/sexual.)

Do you have children? How many, what gender and how old are they? Do you get along with them? If not, would you like to have children one day? How many would you like? Do you think you’ll be a good parent? ”I said no thank you....”

Who are/were your parents (names, occupations, personalities, etc)? How well do/did you get along with them? What are/were their occupations? “...Do I have to answer this one?” There is a heavy and audible sigh. “My father is Hammond Ivar, he is a Hunter, like his Father before him and so on. He was serious and stern, but had a good sense of comedic timing. Liked to tell stories. My Mother is Erika Runa, Homemaker. She liked to bake and sing. She’d sit in her chair at night and do embroidery.”

Do you have any siblings? How many? How old are they? What are/were they like? Do you get along with them? ”...Diana Sigrid. She’s seven years younger than me. I dont know what she’s like. The last time I saw her she was three years old.”

How tall are you? Do you like your height? ”One eighty two centimetersish so thats... six foot, give or take. Its fine. I guess. I cant complain.” How much do you weigh? ”Eighty kilos, so that's like, hundred and seventy something pounds.” What color is your hair and your eyes? Would you ever change the colors if you could? Do you wear color contacts and/or hair dye? ”Hair is brown, eyes are brown. Maybe more like a burgundy brown. Sometimes people have said they look red but that just sounds like bullshit. And I’m fine with the colours, no problems.” Do you have any scars? Tattoos? Birthmarks? Or other unique physical features? ”I have a few scars on my hands and arms, but nothing too noticeable. I have a birthmark on my lower back, around my spine, it's just like, this blob of a freckle. And my hands are pretty calloused I guess?” What is your style of clothes? Why do you like that style/dress the way you do? Is it consider practical or fashionable? “I dont care? Is that an option? The only time I really bother with actually thinking about what I have on is when I’m shooting. I like to be in the least amount possible.”

What do you wear when you go to sleep? Why do you wear it? ”Pajamas because thats what you wear when you go to sleep?” You can almost feel the eyeroll.

Do you wear any jewelry? If so, is there a reason why you wear it? And how did you get it? ”Nope.” What social class do you belong? ”Kicked out of home at ten years old class?” What language do you speak? Do you know more languages?  Is there another language that you love to learn? Modern/Real World Verses: ”I speak Norwegian, Swedish, Japanese, English and French enough that most people would consider me fluent. I’m willing to learn any language though, given enough time.” Fairy Tail Verse: “Fiorian, the native tongue of Seven whatever that is.” Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weakness? If so, how has it impacted your life? ”Not that I know of. I think I might be allergic to something, but I don't know what, sometimes I get this really saw jaw when I eat certain foods, but its not all the time. Its weird.” Are you right or left handed? Both? Which do you prefer using the most? ”Both. Right Hand. Its easier to adapt in a world of people mostly right handed to go with the right.” What does your voice sound like? Does it change when you’re on the phone? When you are tired? ”I dont know? I dont exactly pay much attention to what I sound like to other people. I’m told I sound a little different depending on what language I’m speaking.” What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? Any reason why you say them a lot? ”I dunno.” Is that the answer, or a genuine statement, who knows.

What do you have in your pockets right now? ”Oh, uh... my wallet, keys... some gum...” He shuffles, digging deeper into his pockets. “A note, uh, its just scribbles nothing useful, maybe it used to be directions. (Modern verse only) My phone.” What do you always carry on you (pocket knife, gum, mints, lighter, etc.)? Why do you always carry it? ”Besides the stuff thats in my pocket? Nothing.” What kind of facial expression are you commonly seen with (devious grin, wry smile, cheerfulness, etc.)? What is a rare facial expression for you?

Do you think your face reflects the ‘inner you’ or are looks deceiving? Such as people assume you’re mean because your face appears stern and grumpy when you’re really a friendly person. ”I dont like people and people say I look grumpy so.” He shrugs. What is your favorite pastime? “Archery.”

What is your favorite food? Drink? Candy? ”Mm... I like pastries. Like, savory ones. For a meal though, something roasted, maybe like pork. Spit roast though not like, oven roast. Candy... I dunno I’m not big on candy. Peppermint flavours I guess.” What is your least favorite food? Drink? Candy? Dessert? ”I dont like stuff thats overly sweet, or chocolate. I dont like chocolate.” What is your favorite desert? ”Caramel.” What is your favorite color? ”...Blue, or like, sea green.” Is there any color that you dislike? ”...Pink.” If you have a favorite scent, what is it? Why do you like that scent? ”I like wood smells. Like... freshly cut stuff has this smell I really like. Or old treated stuff. I guess it reminds me of growing up.” Do you have a favorite (or hated) song? Favorite type of music or instrument? ”Eh.” What are your preferences in arts and/or entertainment? “...It to be good and not boring? I don't know, I’m not an artistic person. I dont really like movies either.”

Do you smoke, drink, go whoring, or use drugs? Why or why not? ”No, because its stupid.” How do you spend a typical Saturday night? Modern/Real World Verses: ”Hm, depends. If I’m not training than normally at home, on my computer or phone or something. Either playing some stupid game or browsing the internet. Maybe try and get homework done or something. If I am in training though, I’m likely still at the centre, spent the whole day there. Fingers are likely going numb at that point.” Fairy Tail Verse: “Alone, woods. Camping. Hunting down dinner.” What is your most cherished fantasy? ”...Thats a weird question. I don't think I have one? Living in the now is just fine.”

How long is your attention span? ”Depends. Normally people call me spaced out. But if I’m training, its hard to distract me.” Do you laugh a lot? What do you find funny? ”Oh yes, I’m a bundle of laughs. I’m always laughing. Joke McJokeface is what they call me.” Is there anything that shocks or offends you? ”Not really... besides, you know, the normal stuff. The stuff that should shock anyone with an actual sense of moral compass.”

How do you deal with stress? ”You can deal with stress?” How athletic are you? ”Gee, I dont know. I’m not a highly trained archer or anything like that.” Do you like animals? How do they usually react around you? ”...I like dogs. They’re cute I guess. I dont see many to see how they react though.” Have you had any pets? Do you plan on getting a pet? ”Growing up we had a cat, Dad had a couple of Hunting Dogs... maybe one day if I settle anywhere.” Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan? ”I’m a super wild and crazy guy, couldn’t you tell? Go spontaneity.” Are you a morning person? ”Eh, I’m fine with getting up early if I have to. I’d rather sleep though.” What are your hobbies or interests? “Archery, those stupid phone games, archery, languages, archery. Did I mention archery?”

[offwithalicesheadx]

1000 Question Survey pt. 1

The Basics 1.) Your name: Alice

2.) Nicknames: Al, Beb, Crystal

3.) Do you like these nicknames?: Yeah

4.) Location: Birmingham, United Kingdom

5.) Age: 21

6.) Birthday: February 11th

7.) Zodiac sign: Aquarius

8.) Parents names: Claire and Mark

9.) Siblings?: Aimee, Declan, Peter and Charlie

10.) Pets: Charlie and Louis, both dogs

11.) Number of rooms in your house: 7

12.) Religion: Atheist

13.) If so-practicing?:  I'd say it's more not practicing haha

14.) Male or Female?: Female

15.) Is your family close?: Pretty close

What are your favorite 16.) Foods: Chinese, spaghetti, cheese, chilli con carne

17.) TV shows: Skins and Dexter

18.) Movies: The Nightmare Before Christmas, Moana, Requiem for a Dream, Lilo & Stitch, The Shining

19.) Actors: Bradley Cooper, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Colin Farrell, Michael C Hall, Leonardo DiCaprio

20.) Actresses: Scarlett Johansson, Kate Winslet, Kaya Scodelario, Rachel McAdams, Emma Watson

21.) Books: The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, John Green books

22.) Artists:  Arctic Monkeys, Jack Johnson, James Morrison, Red Hot Chili Peppers

23.) Types of Music: Musical soundtracks, indie rock, some folk/country music, acoustic

24.) Video Games: Super Mario Bros, Super Smash Bros, Just Dance, Grand Theft Auto

25.) Computer Games: The Sims

26.) Outfits: I love colours like burgundy and navy blue, I love the vintage style but I can't really pull it off, I tend to go for leggings/skinny jeans and oversized tops and jumpers with boots or Converse

27.) Stores: New Look, Primark and Lush

28.) Sports: I honestly don't really play/watch any sports

29.) Colors: Purple, burgundy and navy blue

30.) Numbers: 19

31.) Websites: Tumblr, Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, Pinterest

32.) Cartoons characters: Peter Pan, Jiminy Cricket, Stitch, Moana

33.) TV Channels:  I don't really watch TV, more Netflix, but I like watching the crappy shows on MTV haha

34.) Made For TV Movies:  Gotta go for a Disney Original, The Lizzie McGuire Movie

35.) Comedians: Robin Williams, Karl Pilkington

36.) Comediennes: Ellen DeGeneres, Grace Helbig

37.) Hair products: Lush Beer shampoo, Aussie winter deep treatment, Got2B hairspray

38.) Makeup Products: Revlon Colorstay foundation, Naked 2 palette, Tanya Burr's matte lipgloss in Martha Moo, beauty blenders, Rimmel's eyebrow palette, Carmex lip balm... I actually need to stop or I'll list everything

39.) Kind of Pens: Staedtlr coloured fine tip pens

40.) Kind of Shows: Anything I find funny or addictive usually

41.) Pieces of Jewelry: My Pandora bracelet

42.) Kinds of Soap: Snow Fairy from Lush

43.) Kinds of Shampoo: Aussie shampoo, especially the winter one, I also love Lush's beer shampoo

44.) Game Systems: Nintendo Wii and Nintendo DS

45.) CDs: Stadium Arcadium - RHCP, Humbug - Arctic Monkeys, Les Miserables soundtrack, Wicked soundtrack, Rent soundtrack

46.) Snacks: Doritos with salsa dip, nuts, popcorn, strawberries

47.) Past times: Watching Netflix, games on my phone, social media, listening to music

48.) Things to do on the weekend: Jesse and I will usually go out to eat or to the cinema or watch Netflix or something

49.) Magazines: Don't really read them

50.) Animals:  Tortoises and hedgehogs

Clothing 51.) Favorite Brand of Clothing?: New Look

52.) Favorite sweatpants: I don't wear sweatpants, I usually wear leggings or pyjama bottoms for comfort

53.) What is your everyday outfit?: Leggings and a big jumper with boots or Converse, or if I'm feeling fancy a nice dress (probably grey haha) with tights and boots

54.) Do you wear a uniform to school?: I don't go to school but I did when I went

55.) Do you like it?: Hated it

56.) What is your favorite clothing store?: New Look and Primark

57.) Do you try to dress like other people?: Sometimes I take inspiration from others but things don't usually suit me haha

58.) Do you consider yourself to be trendy?: Not really

59.) What kind of shoes do you wear?: Converse or black boots usually

60.) Do you like funky shoelaces?: Not really

61.) Do you wear hats?: Not really, they don't tend to look right on me

62.) Do you wear a lot of jewelry?: No, usually just my Pandora bracelet

63.) If so, what?: ^

64.) Do you wear belts?: Not usually

65.) Do you wear skirts?: Sometimes

66.) Do you wear revealing clothing?: Not massively revealing, maybe some shorter stuff sometimes or a bit of cleavage

67.) Do you like the Eskimo look?: Not really

68.) Do you wear big pimpin coats?: No

69.) Do you carry a purse or bag?: Usually either a little handbag or a backpack

70.) If so, what is it like?:  My usual handbag is burgundy and navy with a long shoulder strap, pretty small, my backpack is black with white polkadots

School 71.) What are your grades like?: I did pretty well I think, average-ish, I got a couple of A* grades in my GCSEs but mostly Bs and Cs and then in sixth form it was all Bs

72.) Do you wish you could change your performance in school?: Sometimes, I didn't pay attention in the first couple of years to some subjects I might have wound up really liking if I'd have tried

73.) Are you failing anything?: No, I'm not in education anymore

74.) Do you take a language?: No

75.) If so which language?: -

76.) Who is your favorite teacher?: My favourite teachers were Mr Lowe and Miss Creedon

77.) Do you decorate your locker?: I didn't, I don't think

78.) Do you decorate your bookbag?: I used to pin badges on it at one stage

79.) If so, with what?: ^

80.) Do you draw on yourself in school?: I did a lot, I'd doodle or write until I was told it gave me bad skin haha

81.) Do you doodle all over your notebooks?: I used to doodle sometimes on the inside but I was pretty neat usually

82.) Do you take art?: No

83.) Do you walk to school or are you driven?: I used to walk because I lived like 5 minutes away

84.) Do you like school?: I did sometimes

85.) How big is your school?: It was pretty big

86.) Do a lot of your friends go to your school?: When I was in school pretty much all my friends were from school bar a couple

87.) Do you wish you could change schools?: No I didn't

88.) Are you on the Honor/Merit roll?: We don't have that here

89.) Do you participate in school plays?: I always used to, even when I didn't make a part I'd help backstage and stuff

90.) Are you in any clubs/which ones?:  I used to be in the musical club because they did a big musical production each year, that's the only club I consistently went to I think

Your Room 91.) What color is your room?: Cream and brown mainly

92.) Is it messy or clean?:  Pretty clean

93.) What are on your bedsheets?: At the moment they're white with grey stripes and purple flowers and it has writing on it that says 'dream until your dreams come true'

94.) Do you have posters on your wall?: No, I have like a canvas though and a chalkboard

95.) If so, of what?: My canvas is a monochrome photo of a flower and my chalkboard says 'just keep swimming' on it at the moment haha

96.) Do you have a TV in your room?: Yeah

97.) A computer?: A laptop

98.) A radio?: No

99.) An alarm clock?: No

100.) A stereo?: No