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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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2003 (1/2) (Vanique) - Ortega

a/n: VANIQUE MUST RIIIIIIISE!!!! ayo team, welcome to this. i pulled this ship from virtually nowhere when i was writing n19f and people seemed to like i as much as i did, so i wrote these two together for the fic challenge. i’ve split this fic into two halves, as they’re two very different vibes. this part follows Vanessa and Monique as they go through primary school and then start their first couple years at high school, so it’s definitely more platonic than anything else but it’s cute! also overall this was inspired by two songs, one being 2003 by Todrick and the other being I Choose You by Kiana Ledé which will be the title of the next part, so look out for that. i so so sosososo hope u enjoy, bc i highkey love this pairing a lot. lots of lo-ove, by-ee!

tw: implied child neglect and drug use

summary: Vanessa Mateo and Monique Heart start school in the year 2003. They love girlbands, superheroes and football, and they’re best friends forever. At least, that’s the plan.

***

The room smells of squeaky floors and play-dough. It’s not like anything she’s ever smelt before, but it’s weirdly comforting. She’s sat on a carpet patterned with all kinds of fruit. It doesn’t have pineapple (which is her favourite), but that’s okay. The walls are covered in colourful paper, an arts-and-crafts rainbow explosion. There’s words too, different curly and spiky shapes making letters. She knows one has a “V” in it because that comes at the start of her name and it looks the same, but she can’t read any of the writing yet. Some of the kids in nursery could already read and one of the boys could even write stories. Vanessa couldn’t. She still can’t, but that’s okay. She can write her name and say please and thank you in two different languages and she knows how to count up to 12 (she gets stuck after that, but she’ll learn the rest).

She looks around the carpet. There’s a girl nearby her with two huge black plaits and huge brown eyes to match. Her skin is dark, and Vanessa feels comforted by the fact she’s not alone in sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the Snow Whites and Cinderellas and Auroras and their matching porcelain-skinned Disney princes that are sitting on the carpet with her. She scratches her head, feeling the bow her Mama tied in dark her hair shift. She hopes she’s not made a mess of it. Then Mama would be mad.

Her teacher’s been talking for a while now. It seems like she’s been talking for two hours. Maybe she has been talking for two hours. Vanessa looks up at the clock, even though she doesn’t know how to tell the time yet so the information is less than useless to her. Bored, her eyes drift towards the girl she was looking at before. She’s wearing a white polo shirt and a red pinafore, and her white socks have got red bows on them. Vanessa is jealous. Her new jumper with the school logo is scratchy on the inside and she told her Mama that her leggings have a hole at the knee but they can’t get any new ones until she gets paid.

She bum-shuffles across to sit beside the girl, keeps her eyes trained on the teacher like a sniper as she leans in and whispers. “You look like a princess.”

The girl gives her a big smile. Vanessa knows she should say thank you, but maybe she doesn’t know as much about manners as Vanessa does. The girl whispers to her. “You look like Meg from Hercules.”

Vanessa smiles at her. She’s seen Hercules- it’s not her favourite, but she’s seen it- and Meg was her favourite character. “Thanks.”

“It’s okay,” she whispers. There’s a pause before she hisses to her again. “My name’s Monique, what’s yours?”

“I’m Vanessa,” she replies quietly. Vanessa picks at the hole in her leggings. It’s now about the size of a 1p coin. She knows about coins, at least. “Hey, you wanna play princesses at playtime?”

Monique nods excitedly, then whips her head around, scared. Vanessa looks up at her teacher. Her eyebrows are almost joined-up and there’s little lines on her forehead and her eyes have gone all hard. Vanessa knows this means she’s feeling cross.

“Vanessa, Monique! It’s rude to talk while someone else is talking. We don’t do that in school.”

Vanessa knows she should nod, but her stomach feels all fizzy and she finds herself frowning at her teacher instead. Monique says sorry. Maybe Vanessa should say sorry too. She decides she doesn’t want to.

“She’s been talking for about 5 hours. Maybe even 4 years,” Vanessa whispers to Monique again. Monique covers her mouth with her hands and lets out a tiny giggle. Their teacher gives them a suspicious look again and Monique shuffles away from Vanessa. Vanessa knows this means she doesn’t want to get into trouble. As soon as the teacher starts talking again, Vanessa hisses over to her.

“Monique!”

No answer. “Monique!”

Monique turns around a little bit to face her. “What?”

Vanessa cups her mouth with her hands so the girl can hear her. “Do you want to be best friends?”

Monique gives her another big smile. It makes Vanessa feel happy too. “Okay!”

She’s only been here for five hours, maybe even four years, and she’s already made a best friend. This school thing is easy.

***

It’s the two of them for life. Vanessa just knows it. They’re BFFAEAE (best friends forever and ever and ever). They get in trouble for chatting at school and their long-suffering teacher monitors them like a hawk. They’re banned from sitting near each other on the carpet because even when Vanessa tries to listen (even if it’s P.E., her favourite), she’ll think of something funny she just has to share with Monique, and of course Monique is incapable of laughing quietly so she lets out a screech that completely disrupts the whole lesson and earns them both five minutes off their reward time. Vanessa doesn’t even mind losing reward time. They sit at the same table while everyone else plays and they write out the class rules, but Vanessa doesn’t mind because it’s the only time they’ll ever be allowed to sit together in class.

In the playground and after school it’s a different story. In Reception they play princesses and animal rescue with their threadbare, well-loved stuffed animals they sneak into school in their schoolbags. By Year 1 they’re popstars learning dance routines and designing album covers and falling out because Monique wants to call their double-act The Strawberry Babies and Vanessa knows that obviously The Starlights is a far superior name. In the Summer between Year 1 and Year 2 Vanessa’s Mama takes them to the cinema to see Fantastic Four and so for the whole of Year 2 they’re obsessed with superheroes, rolling around on the tarmac play-fighting with each other and getting bruised knees and scraped elbows and so far removed from the girly girls they were when they started school.

Vanessa knows everything about Monique and Monique knows everything about her, because that’s what it means to be best friends. Vanessa knows that Monique’s brother is eleven and goes to Big School and doesn’t play with her and slams his door and plays rap music that Monique can hear when she’s in her room with the door closed. Monique stays in the high flats with her brother and her gran.

“Do you have a Mama?” Vanessa remembers asking her one day in the playground, drawing in the dirt with sticks.

Monique’s voice had been quiet. She hadn’t looked up from drawing in the dirt. “Uh-huh.”

“Where is she?”

Monique had shrugged, scribbled out the happy face she’d drawn. “Gran says she’s not allowed to see us any more.”

Vanessa could tell talking about her Mama had made Monique sad, so they don’t talk about that any more. Dads are off the table too. Vanessa doesn’t know hers and Monique doesn’t either. Vanessa doesn’t really need a Dad. Her Mama works in the supermarket and keeps their tiny pebbledashed council house in the estate spotlessly clean and is always on time to pick Vanessa up from school. She drags Vanessa kicking and screaming to mass every Sunday (Vanessa doesn’t like it because all the chanting scares her) and threatens her with El Coco until she’s blue in the face. Monique goes to church too but hers sounds more fun- they laugh and clap and sing their hearts out. Monique sings the songs in school. Vanessa thinks she sounds like she could be in the Sugababes, not that she’s allowed to listen to the Sugababes.

Monique comes round to Vanessa’s house every few weeks or so. She lives close, and Monique is allowed to walk round on her own. Vanessa is jealous of that. She wishes her Mama would let her go places on her own. She tells her that one day and Mama howls with laughter, says she’s not allowed out on her own until she’s at least twenty-one. Vanessa thinks she’s joking. Thinks.

Vanessa gets excited when Monique visits because she knows her Mama will make an effort with the dinner. That’s unfair and disrespectful, she knows; Mama works hard to put food on the table, but her stuffed arepas are just better than rice and beans (and microwave meals if it’s near her pay day, which her Mama makes Vanessa promise she’ll never tell her Abuela they eat). They sit and eat with their bowls on their laps on the sofa in front of the TV and watch The Weakest Link. They sometimes get the questions right even though they’re only 7 and the people on the show are fully-grown adults. Monique is smart, though. Smarter than Vanessa. Vanessa thinks she’s smarter than their teacher. She’s the best at writing in the class and the best at maths too, and she can read any word at all.

Vanessa’s not that smart, but she knows Monique is, and she thinks she’s amazing.

It’s a grey-clouded day in July in the Summer of 2007 when Monique pulls up outside Vanessa’s house on a brand new bike. It’s blue and the seat is close to the ground and the spokes are all shiny. Vanessa runs out to see her, sticks her feet in between the bars of the rusty iron gate at the front of their house and swings back and forth as Monique talks.

“My brother got me it. Someone from the skatepark didn’t want it any more and it’s too small for him, so I guess it’s mine now,” Monique shrugs happily. There’s a smudge of dirt on her face that Vanessa knows her Mama will wipe off with a hot cloth if she sees it. “It’s kinda big for me but it works okay. You got a bike, right?”

Vanessa cringes, thinks about the pink bike with streamers at the handles that lives in their back garden and is probably crumbling away with rust. “I got one, but it ain’t as cool as yours.”

Monique smiles, satisfied with the compliment. “Well, go get it an’ we can go for a ride.”

Vanessa blushes and thinks of how many cool points she’s going to lose when she tells Monique that she has to ask her Mama first. Monique laughs at her good-humouredly, sticks her tongue out at her and calls her a baby. Monique turned 9 two months ago and Vanessa has to wait four more to catch up with her, so the comment stings but she pretends it doesn’t.

To her surprise and delight, her Mama lets her go out on her bike with Monique but only if they just go round the estate and they’re back before dinner time. Vanessa has never been able to follow the rules, though, so when Monique tells her she knows a place by the river under the bridge with a scrub of sand like it’s the seaside then Vanessa doesn’t hesitate to follow her. Vanessa wonders how Monique seems to know the city so well: she takes her on a journey through dark underpasses with yellow strip lights and bright scrawls of graffiti, narrow bridges above busy roads that Vanessa tries to pretend don’t scare her, secret little paths through the big park Vanessa goes to with her Mama sometimes. They pedal wildly and everything zooms by so quickly that even though she has no idea where she is, Vanessa feels safe. Any vaguely scary things they see (big dogs) are gone a second later, and Vanessa knows Monique would protect her if anything scary did happen. She would protect her too. That’s just what best friends do.

They arrive at the place Monique had been talking about. The brown stone bridge hangs high above them but Vanessa can still hear the cars on it pass by. They’re drowned out slightly by the babbling of the river, inky and cold and black with jaggy rocks underneath its surface. There’s huge clusters of boulders that they both have to climb over to get to the sand and they have to leave their bikes leaning against the wall on the path. It’s not a pretty place, but it’s still a little bit magical. It has the aura of adventure rather than beauty and they’d be more likely to discover pirates here than fairies, which is just how Vanessa likes it. Together they chuck stones into the water haphazardly, their hands growing more grubby by the minute and the dirt black under their nails.

“What’s that?” Vanessa narrows her eyes, reaches down to pick up the object she’s spotted. It’s embedded in the sand and she can’t really see what it is, but it looks like what she got her injections with at the doctor’s. Monique races over to see what she’s talking about and pushes her hand away quickly. Vanessa snaps. “Hey!”

“You’re not s'posed to touch that, it’s dangerous!” Monique cries, outraged. “What if you got stabbed?”

Vanessa snorts a laugh. “It’s ain’t a knife, M'nique, it’s only a stupid needle."

Then, almost as if Monique’s warning had been a dare, Vanessa picks it out the sand with her thumb and index finger, holds it by the plastic tube. Monique’s face falls. "Stop it, ‘Ness, that’s creepy.”

Vanessa laughs, starts making the needle float about while making spooky noises. Monique takes a step back, her face all panicked. Vanessa gives a giggle. Monique’s acting like a scaredy-cat; she does that sometimes and it’s funny to wind her up. She usually takes it well but she’s growing more distressed than she usually does. Her eyes are all wide and Vanessa stops playing the moment she sees tears start welling up in them. She immediately drops the needle into the river and crosses over to her, her trainers leaving huge Nike ticks in the sand.

“Hey, what’s the matter? I’m sorry,” she mumbles. She regrets joking around now, and Monique is wiping at her eyes and sniffing and smearing dirt across her face.

“They used to be all ‘round my house before we lived with Gran,” she sniffs. Vanessa gets a churning feeling in her tummy. She doesn’t really know what that means, but it makes her feel frightened just hearing about it. She can’t imagine how frightened Monique felt seeing them for real. Slipping the sleeves of her hoodie down over her hands, she gives Monique a hug, pats her back in the hope it’s comforting.

“I threw it in the river. Don’t worry. You don’t need to see it ever again,” Vanessa says. She’s not Monique, she doesn’t know what it’s like to have a sibling, but Monique is the closest thing to a sister she has and she wants to keep her safe. Monique is smiling at her when she steps out of the hug, and Vanessa feels relieved.

“An’ if it does come back we’ll just stab it before it can stab us first!” Monique jokes. It’s a silly joke but Vanessa still bursts out laughing.

“We’ll stab it with a stick!” she joins in, and soon the two girls are laughing and anything vaguely threatening has been forgotten about.

They end up cycling a lot that Summer, Monique showing Vanessa all sorts of hidden places all round the city. Vanessa never feels freer than when she’s racing around on dirt paths behind her best friend, and worries are a distant memory. Vanessa’s life is good and she has a lot of things to be thankful for but she knows she looks different and doesn’t fit in, she knows there’s a lot of things that the other kids have that she doesn’t, she knows that there are times when her Mama sits up at night time with her bills spilling out across the kitchen table and a calculator in her hand. Monique is a bright smile and a sense of adventure and she makes Vanessa feel happy.

They don’t go out on their bikes as much when they go back to school after the holidays. Year 4 flies by almost as quick as they used to cycle, as does Year 5. They don’t pretend as much in the playground anymore, preferring to run riot on the astroturf with the boys in their class and play football and get bruises on their shins from being tackled to within an inch of their life. Not much changes by Year 6; their last year of primary school when they should be responsible and conscientious and yet they’re still getting in trouble for giggling in class and playing pranks on the other kids and whispering swear words in Spanish (that one is Vanessa’s fault).

They’ve only got a month left of primary school and Vanessa’s allowed to walk home with Monique now as long as she keeps her phone on loud and texts her Mama to tell her if they’re stopping by the park or the snack van. Today is one of those days. They’re sat underneath the huge cherry blossom tree at the park; Vanessa wants to climb it but Monique’s saying that’s too babyish. They’re too old for that now, so they’re bluetoothing each other Tinchy Stryder and N-Dubz songs and blaring them at full volume out of their tinny phone speakers instead. Vanessa’s about to show Monique a parody somebody’s made of You’re Beautiful by James Blunt when Monique breaks the not-quite-silence.

“You gotta crush on anyone?”

Vanessa wrinkles her face up, snorts a laugh. “Ew! Nah. All the boys in our class are gross. I ain’t ever had a crush on any of ‘em.”

Monique gives a quiet laugh. “Me neither. They all use that Lynx Africa like it’s gonna cover up their B.O.”

Vanessa lets out a howl of laughter. She wasn’t lying to Monique; she doesn’t have a crush on anyone. If she thinks about it, she’s never really had a crush on any of the boys in her class. It’s just not something she thinks about. She cares more about her best friend than she’d ever care about any boy.

Their laughter dies down, and Vanessa gets a knot in her stomach. It happens every so often when she thinks about high school. Their class went up to see the school last week and it felt like such a terrifying maze of identical-looking corridors and crowds of kids so old they looked to be mini adults. Their teacher had told them to write down three friends they wanted to be in the same form class as, even though she said she couldn’t guarantee they’d get to stay together. Vanessa had written only one name on her form- Monique Heart - in her curly, barely-legible handwriting, the “i”s dotted with hearts. It’s been on her mind ever since, though. They’ve been together since Reception, Monique is all Vanessa knows. She wouldn’t begin to know how to make any other friends. She doesn’t want any other friends.

“M’nique,” Vanessa says, and the other girl looks up. “What happens if we ain’t in the same form class next year?”

Monique gives a small, humoured laugh. “Well then we ain’t in the same form class.”

Vanessa rolls her eyes and shoves her. “Duh, idiot! I mean like…with us. We still gon’ be best friends?”

Monique laughs dismissively, shakes her head at her. “Now who’s being the idiot?”

“I’m serious!” Vanessa objects, annoyed that Monique’s still got her eyebrows raised at her like she’s a little kid. She’s going to be 12 in October; it’s not like she’s a baby. “What if you find other cool girls to hang out with? What if you get a new best friend? What am I gonna do?”

“You’re gonna do nothing, cuz that ain’t gonna happen,” Monique insists. Her face lights up as she gets an idea, jabs a finger against the tree trunk. “Okay. If I carve our initials into this tree, it’ll be like a promise. That we’re always gonna be best friends. I don’t want to hang out with cool girls. It’s fun just me an’ you.”

Vanessa smiles, her heart feeling all warm at the reassurance. Monique rummages around in her bag and produces her keys, starts stabbing at the bark of the tree relentlessly. Vanessa flinches a little, part of the reaction a residual memory from watching Pocahontas too much when she was really little; she used to believe that trees could feel things like humans. She shares the memory with Monique who doesn’t laugh at her, even though she probably has every right to.

“Well humans feel things an’ they get tattoos. So this is like a tattoo for a tree,” she shrugs. She’s chipped a big capital M in the bumpy bark so far and is starting on an H.

“Hey, you think we should get matching tattoos when we’re grown ups?” Vanessa suggests, the idea exciting her. Monique frowns as she drags her key over the wood.

“Don’t they use needles for that?”

Vanessa regrets the idea as soon as Monique says it; she’d forgotten about her friend’s fear. She decides to commit to the idea. “They do, but they’re all clean an’ safe. An’ you wouldn’t have to be scared cuz I’d go with you.”

Monique nods as she starts on Vanessa’s name. “I never feel scared when I’m with you. Except when Mrs Del Rio yells at us.”

“She’s a big baby. She just hates us cuz we would be better teachers than her,” Vanessa shrugs. It’s true.

“Well, what tattoo are we gonna get? We need to decide now so we can start saving up for it,” Monique questions her. Vanessa scoffs.

“How much do you think a tattoo costs? It’s like ten pounds, God!"

It’s Monique’s turn to laugh. "Nah, it’s way more than that! My brother’s got one and his cost a hundred and fifty.”

Vanessa lets out an outraged screech. “That’s a damn lie! You’re gonna go to the bad fire if you keep tellin’ lies like that.”

“An’ you’re gonna go to the bad fire cuz you just cussed.”

“Well, see you down there,” Vanessa shrugs. She considers Monique’s question. “What about we get BFFs in cool writing?”

Monique nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! With a heart maybe.”

“Yeah!” Vanessa agrees, excited about the prospect of their matching tattoos. She Googles “when can i get a tatoo” (spelling’s never been her strong suit) and lets out a groan at what she reads. “Ugh. We have to wait seven whole years.”

“You have to wait seven years, I only have to wait six!” Monique boasts, Vanessa sighing. She hates being one of the youngest in the class. She doesn’t have time to feel down for long though, as Monique shows her her handiwork with a flourish; MH + VM, scratched into the tree forever. “There! Best friends forever.”

Vanessa feels as if her smile is going to break her face. It feels like her body is made of the sun’s rays. When Monique says that, high school doesn’t seem so scary any more.

“Where we gonna get these tattoos anyway?” Monique speaks again. Vanessa’s smile turns wicked and she can barely get her thoughts out without laughing.

“Imagine we get them on our butt!”

Vanessa thinks Monique’s Gran might be able to her them screeching with laughter from the top floor of her tower block.

***

Things change though, despite the promise they make. Monique doesn’t think either of them mean to break it but life gets in the way and God has other plans. It’s what she believes at least.

Though she doesn’t know what his plan was for separating her from her best friend. Monique cries for forty-five solid minutes when she receives the letter telling her what form class she’s in; she knows it’s different to Vanessa’s. Her Gran holds her tight and rocks her against her chest on the sofa while her brother yells at her to shut up and slams his bedroom door. Her Gran is full of comforting words: you’re a strong girl, and you’ve been through worse in your life than this, and this isn’t going to change a single thing, hush now. But it is going to change things. When she’s with Vanessa, Monique feels like she can take on the world. She brings out her confident side when she feels shy, matches every shriek with a screech, takes her mind off the fact that she lives in a shoebox fourteen storeys high in the air where the elevator doesn’t work and the stairwell smells like piss. She can’t imagine starting high school without her. She doesn’t want to imagine it.

Monique batters out of the flat despite her Gran shouting after her, dashes down the stairs like her life depends on it. Her heart feels ready to give out when she reaches the lobby and bursts out into the open air but she still unchains her bike from the rack outside, pedals madly to Vanessa’s house. The bike is too small for her now and it’s uncomfortable to ride but it’s all she has to get her to the person that matters most. She reaches the house and Vanessa’s Mama lets her in, and Monique takes the stairs up to Vanessa’s bedroom two at a time where they hold each other tight and bundle up in Vanessa’s duvet and sob and sob and sob.

But looking back, Monique knows she’d been a little dramatic that day. Not being in the same form class as Vanessa really is not the end of the world. They walk there together on their first day and give each other a tight, nervous hug before they each head to their own form rooms. Monique pushes down on the doorhandle and anxiety fills her body as she walks in, freezes at the doorframe. There’s about twenty other kids already in the room and the whole scene is a bit chaotic. There are two boys chucking a ball to each other across the classroom, some girls with hair in high ponytails screeching and playing Katy Perry out of their phone speakers. Even though Monique has sat through countless interviews with social workers, child psychologists and police officers, this is one of the scariest experiences of her life.

“Hey. You wanna sit with us?”

Monique’s eyes fall on a table of girls with skin just like hers and hair to match. Monique instantly feels 80% more reassured; she’s never seen a classroom with a colour palette like this in her life. She and Vanessa had been the only two girls in their year at primary whose skin colour had deviated from the sea of pink or almost-translucent. There’s one girl who fits that mold at the table with the others, and Monique thinks it’s funny that she’s got pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes and still happens to be the odd one out.

The girls take her under their wing that first day, and the next, and the next. They’ve all gone to a different primary school from Monique and so are already closer than close, but they never make her feel like an outsider. Asia with the sleek, black hair that tumbles down her back has a sweet smile and explains all the in-jokes that Monique doesn’t understand. Antonia, the girl who invited Monique to sit with them, has an intimidating face and a skinny frame but a kind heart and always shares her snack and pens with her. Roberta- Bob- has a huge untameable afro and personality to match, and her cousin Monét isn’t dissimilar apart from the fact that her hair is wavy and caramel instead of jet black and curly. They bicker with each other and gossip about their teachers and make Monique laugh when she’s down. And Brianna is kind and caring and is always able to put a smile on Monique’s face.

Before long, it seems like Monique has made five new friends without even having to try. She wishes she could say she’s friends with Vanessa like she always used to be, but that would be lying.

Because Vanessa’s made friends too. They’re the girls Monique’s Gran always warned her about- friends with the devil and they’ll lead you on a path straight to him. Akeria and Silky make a reputation for themselves at high school within a week of the year beginning. They mess about in class, text during lessons, Silky starts fights with other girls in the corridors that her victims never have the balls to finish. Akeria flirts with the boys and the rumours say she’s had her first kiss already. They backchat teachers and keep cans of spray paint in their bags and walk along the train tracks to the depot after school to spray their wobbly initials on the side of freight trains.

But despite the fact they don’t hang out as much in person any more, that doesn’t diminish the light that Monique keeps burning in her heart for Vanessa. They bump into each other in corridors and chat excitedly in the five minutes they have between lessons, smile and wave at each other from across the lunch hall, and they still text each other and walk there and back from school together. Well, until just after the start of Year 8. Vanessa starts getting a lift from Akeria’s Mum in the mornings and hanging out at the shopping centre with her and Silky after school. It’s not her fault, and Monique supposes she’s no better- Monét lives on Monique’s route to school so the two of them start walking together instead, and after school the girls often go to the chicken shop in town and shovel down wings to make up for the disgusting school lunches.

By her second year of high school it’s almost like Monique has a new best friend.

But she doesn’t want to think like that, so she’s overjoyed when it gets to the start of Summer, just before the last term of their second year ends, and Vanessa’s texts change from general small-talk chit-chat to an invitation to have a sleepover at her house at the weekend. Monique feels embarrassing levels of excitement as she texts back confirming she’ll be there.

M: Are your other friends gonna be there??

V: nah just me n u

And it is just her and Vanessa. It’s a gorgeously sunny day and Vanessa’s Mama puts up a tent in the garden that they can camp out in. It’s nice to be back with her, talking and giggling and laughing about stupid stuff. Vanessa laughs uproariously as she tells Monique about Silky and Akeria’s latest exploits and Monique listens nervously, anxious just hearing about them.

“Do you join in when they do stuff like that?” Monique asks her, after a story about how Silky signed her name in the same Sharpie she does her eyebrows with on a toilet cubicle door and got detention. Vanessa shakes her head, smiles bashfully.

“Nah. I tell ‘em it’s good to keep someone onside in case we get into trouble. The teachers’ll let us away with more if they like one of us. 'Least that’s my excuse,” she explains. Monique smiles, reassured.

“I didn’t think you were like them,” she says, relieved. She thinks Vanessa narrows her eyes at her, but she blinks and her expression has changed. Vanessa’s started wearing makeup and it suits her, even though her foundation is maybe a little off-colour. The mascara she’s swept onto her lashes opens up her eyes a little more and lets Monique see the twinkle that seems to be permanently shining in them.

She is so pretty, and Monique wishes she could look like her.

They talk as if nothing has changed over dinner, various barbecued meats grilled on a disposable barbecue Vanessa’s Mama got from her work. Monique has never had a barbecue before and she decides that burgers charred to within an inch of their lives are the best thing she’s ever eaten. They make smores from chocolate digestives and marshmallows for dessert and Monique howls with laughter as the chocolate and marshmallow melt down half Vanessa’s hand and she licks it off as her Mama rolls her eyes, goes to find her a hot cloth and mutters in Spanish that Monique doesn’t understand but knows is long-suffering. She has almost forgotten the way Vanessa can make her belly laugh just by acting the fool. Monique has spent two whole years not even knowing how much she’s missed her friend, too distracted by her new ones.

When it’s time to go to sleep they both cosy up under Vanessa’s duvet that’s been dragged outside and a sleeping bag each under that. Every available pillow and cushion in the house has been utilised in lieu of a blow-up mattress but the set-up is still comfortable, even though it’s pitch-black both in the tent and outside. It might be the end of June but it’s still cold once the sun goes down, and Vanessa has shuffled up near to Monique in a bid to try and keep warm. Vanessa being so close makes Monique feel warm on the inside as well as the outside.

“Hey, you know that rumour about Akeria kissing Dean from Year 9?” Monique pipes up, interested. “Is that true?”

Vanessa rolls onto her tummy to face Monique, and her eyes are sparkling with mischief even in the dark. It makes Monique’s stomach do a flip. “Yeah. They did it at the food court after school one day. You wanna know what else?”

Vanessa’s face is so full of glee that Monique can’t help but nod in anticipation. She’s almost in fits of laughter as she tries to get the secret out. “He tried to get her to touch his…you know!”

Monique lets out a screech that is equal parts horrified and amused as Vanessa dissolves into giggles too. “GROSS! Did she do it?”

“Ew! What do you think? Of course she didn’t. That shit’s nasty.”

There’s a pause in which Vanessa lets out a few more giggles. Monique doesn’t. She’s silent. She’s thinking.

“I wonder what it’s like.”

Vanessa’s voice is loud in the silence of the night. “What? Touching a boy’s-”

“No, idiot!” Monique laughs, explaining herself. “Kissing someone. Wonder if it’s as nice as people say it is.”

Vanessa falls quiet as well. Monique wonders what she’s thinking. She decides to break the silence. “You ever kissed a boy?”

Vanessa lets out a snort. “Come on, M’nique, you know I ain’t.”

“No I don’t!” Monique protests, her voice dropping to a murmur as she feels herself pout while she speaks. “I feel like I don’t know anything about you anymore.”

They both fall silent, and there’s a shift in the atmosphere that Monique can’t quite put her finger on. Vanessa lets out a sudden giggle.

“What?” Monique asks awkwardly, unsure if she’s meant to be in on the joke or the butt of it.

Vanessa’s face is scheming. She laughs a little, buries her face in her pillow before she speaks. “You know we could practise?”

Monique is slow on the uptake at first. “Practise? Practise what?”

She realises as Vanessa lifts her head and gives another giggle. Monique lets out a screech, takes the pillow from underneath her head and thumps her friend with it. “Ew, Vanessa! Ew, ew, ew! You’re so weird!”

“Oh, c’mon! I don’t wanna go kiss a boy and then be really bad at it, then he’s tell his friends and they’d tell their friends and then the whole school would think I’m shit!” Vanessa insists. Monique’s heart gives a very loud thud as Vanessa inches her face close to Monique. She’s not taken her makeup off and her mascara is all smudged around her eyes like makeshift eyeliner. She looks really pretty.

Monique shoves her away back onto the pillows. “I ain’t doin’ that shit with you! Ask Akeria since she’s so experienced.”

“But I don’t wanna practise with Kiki! I wanna practise with you!” Vanessa says matter-of-factly. Monique’s stomach gives another churn. Something is different, something has changed. Monique isn’t sure what it is or what to make of it.

“Well, tough shit. We ain’t…practising,” Monique huffs, turning her back to Vanessa and letting her eyes burn holes in the flimsy tent walls.

Vanessa’s voice comes from her side of the tent. “Fine! But if they call you…shit, I don’t know…Washing-Machine Mouth Monique…don’t say I never warned you!”

Monique lets out another huff, squeezes her eyes shut and wills herself to sleep. She feels weird. Her heart is going too fast and her stomach feels fizzy and it takes her a moment to realise her face has gone all hot.

“M’nique?” Vanessa’s voice comes from the darkness. She ignores it. “You mad at me?”

She sighs, rolls her eyes even though she knows Vanessa can’t see. “No.”

“Okay,” Vanessa says. Her voice is soft, and she rolls over onto her side. She rests her head against Monique’s back and puts an arm around her. They hug all the time, but this one feels different. It’s nice, though, and Monique feels warm and safe. “I’m sorry we haven’t hung out much. You know. Like we did in primary.”

“I’m sorry too,” Monique sighs, bringing a hand up to pat Vanessa on the arm. She ends up simply leaving it there.

“Hey, we should hang out more in the Summer! You know you can always come round to mine,” Vanessa continues.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Monique murmurs, letting out a heavy sigh. She’s not lying- it would be nice. She knows she could never have friends back to her flat because they don’t have the space and besides, most of them wouldn’t even want to set foot in the high rise anyway. Monét’s parents are doctors and Asia’s Dad is a barrister and her Mum is a lawyer, and Bob’s parents work in something accountant-y, and they all live in big houses with sweeping paved driveways and garages and gardens the size of the Emirates stadium. Granted Antonia’s Mum and Dad both work two jobs to pay the rent and Brianna’s Dad is a dustbin man while her Mum stays at home to look after her baby sister, but at least their families are happy ones. Monique has never known the luxury of a fancy house or a private garden or a car or a perfect, cookie-cutter family. She wonders if she ever will.

She’s pulled out of her thoughts by Vanessa giving her a gentle squeeze, cuddling closer. She didn’t think it would be possible but she somehow manages it, and Monique isn’t complaining. “G'night, M'nique.”

Monique is too tired to think any more. Vanessa’s arms feel comforting around her, and she chooses to settle in them. “Night, 'Ness.”

#rpdr fanfiction #ortega #2003 #vanique #vanessa vanjie mateo #monique heart #best friends to girlfriends #lesbian au #high school au #fic challenge #diversity fic #s10 #black girl magic fic #tw mentions of implied child neglect #tw brief mentions of drug use

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lillibabble · 5 years ago

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You can find the originals HERE

ABCs of your OCs a list of oc questions in alphabetical categories - i made each category based on the first word I could think of in alphabetical order, so enjoy!

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Cath likes to sing, though maybe not infront of anyone.

2. what activities have they participated in?

Klaus keeps a close eye on her, but she does enjoy archery

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

Archery. She’s a horrible shot.

4. what things are they bad at?

She doesn’t have the patience for art

5. what is their most impressive talent?

She can actually carry a tune quite nicely

B: Basics 1. what is their hair color?

Very dark brown, almost black

2. what is their eye color?

Brown

3. how tall are they?

Five foot even

4. how old are they?

Almost 23

5. how much do they weigh?

C: Comfort 1. how do they sit in a chair?

It depends. If Klaus is in the room she sits with good posture, if not she has her legs folded up under her

2. in what position do they sleep?

With lots of pillows and wrapped around most of them.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Wake up, shower, put pjs on, eat some breakfast, read most of the day, lunch, take a warm bath, read some more, nap, dinner, sleep

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

She loves warm chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven. They make her feel warm all over.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

Probably Klaus or Bo

D: Decoration 1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

I’m not sure if there is a stylistic name for it but its a mix of semi girly and minimalistic.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

Probably similarly

3. how do they decorate their own room?

Still kinda girly, maybe a tad bit of what she would call messy

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

Lots of sweaters. Put together comfyish but she knows how to dress fancy if she needs to.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

Sometimes? She picks at her nails so they don’t get too long but she wears a little bit of makeup. She likes to watch videos on makeup but isn’t necissarily into it

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

She’s extremely meticulous in how she does things. Everything has an order to be done.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

Internally? yes. Externally? not really?

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

She likes to fit it

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

Some of them

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

She doesn’t pretend to be mysterious, but she’s not screaming her business at others either

F: Fun 1. what do they do for fun?

She hangs out with Quinn, explored with Bo

2. what is their ideal party?

No party

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Quinn and Kenzie

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Ofcourse she can

5. do they go out a lot?

Not really, no

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature?

Probably her smile

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

She’s super friendly and laughs a lot

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

Her dad is a vampire?

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

She likes her hair and her eyes, she doesn’t like her hands

5. what parts of others do they envy?

She wishes she had Quinns focus and Kenzie’s curls

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Klaus keeps the house fairly cold and she’s okay with that. She hates being too hot.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Winter

3. do they like the snow?

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Icecream!

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Walking in the snow when everything is silent

I: In-the-closet 1. what is their sexuality?

Straight

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

Not really, no

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

Nope

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Probably. He’s been around for hundreds of years, he’s seen it all.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

She’s straight.

J: Joy 1. what makes them happy?

Dreamsicles, denim jackets that smell like whisky, wool winter coats and how they’re scratchy to touch, cooking with her dad, Jorie singing somewhere in the house, the satisfying sound a crossbow makes when you knock it, the smell of books old or new

2. who makes them happy?

Bo, Quinn, Klaus

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

She likes anything upbeat

4. are they happy often?

Yes

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Cara and Bo

K: Kill 1. have they ever thought about suicide?

NO!

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

Geezus lighten up

4. who would miss them if they died?

Klaus, Bo...a lot of people

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

Kai maybe

L: Lemons 1. what is their favorite fruit?

Oranges

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Red apples, she likes green and yellow

3. are there any foods they hate?

Shellfish

4. do they have any food intolerances?

Shellfish

5. what is their favorite food?

When Klaus makes cajun food its just...-chef kiss- He never eats it though......

M: Maternal 1. would they want a daughter or a son?

Either

2. how many children do they want?

Maybe just one

3. would they be a good parent?

Of ofcourse

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

Finn or Cara

5. would they adopt?

Probably. She was adopted, so why not

N: Never Have I Ever 1. what would they never do?

Hurt someone intentionally

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

Write a book

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Kill eachother

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

Its hard to pick just once

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

Fell in love

O: Optimism 1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Optimistic

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

Sometimes

3. are they good at giving advice?

Not at all, no

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

Jorie probably

5. were they always optimistic?

Pretty much

P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait?

She’s happy most of the time

2. what is their worst personality trait?

She overthinks everything

3. what of their personality do others love?

She’s always willing to help

4. what of their personality do others envy?

I unno

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

She hates that Kai is such a douche. She doesn’t like that Klaus holds onto her so tightly

Q: Questions 1. do they ask for help?

When she needs it

2. do they ask questions in class?

Sometime

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

Sometimes

4. do they ask weird questions?

Oh yes

5. are they curious?

Almost to a fault

R: Rules 1. do they follow rules?

Most of the time

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

In the middle? She lets Cara be herself and learn on her own but also knows when to draw boundaries

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

Oh yes

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

Not really

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

Eh? She thinks that some of the incovenience her but knows they are there for a reason

S: Streets 1. are they street-smart?

Lolno

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

Probably

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

Nah

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

Everything from being tracked to almost being eaten

5. are they cautious when out?

She likes to think she is

T: Truth 1. are they honest?

Most of the time

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

If she knows them well enough

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

She will bite her lip or pick at her nails

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

She probably should have been honest when she found out she was pregnant

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

Not so far

U: Underdog 1. have they been bullied?

A little

2. have they bullied anyone?

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

4. have they ever been doubted?

Yes

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

V: Vomit 1. do they vomit often?

She has a weak stomach

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

Not really

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

She has good bedside manner but as soon as someone starts extreting any sort of substance shes gonna puke

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

She likes to be held

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

What?

W: Water

1. do they drink enough water?

Thats really all she drinks

2. have they learned to swim?

Nope

3. do they like to swim?

Nope

4. can they dive?

Nope!

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

Nope

X: Xylophone 1. what is their favorite genre of music?

Folk probably

2. do they have a favorite song?

It changes

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

It also changes

4. can they sing well?

Extremely

5. can they rap?

Lol no

Y: You 1. how old were you when you created them?

2. what inspired you to create them?

I dunno, we were making a different AU

3. were they different when they were first created?

Nah

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

Shes easy to write but I wouldn’t say I like her better than Lilli or Adam

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

Shes so bubbly!

Z: Zebra 1. what’s their favorite animal?

Elephants

2. do they like animals?

Yes

3. cats or dogs?

Doggos

4. what’s their dream pet?

All of them

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

Does Bo count?

#cath #tidbits #survey

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theincompetentgenius · 5 years ago

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Hello there! Could I get a ‘life generator’ for the Arcana? I’m a 5’2 straight female. I have long black/purple hair (it’s an ombré).I have a calm demeanor and I’m easy going but I’m short tempered. I’m sassy and a bit sarcastic at times. I usually make a lot of jokes during random (like awkward or uncomfortable) situations. I am IN LOVE with all animals. Usually you could find me drawing,painting or doing any type of art project. I’m a girly girl with a crippling shopping & makeup addiction.

Please mind all the talk about garlic bread. I was really hungry and that’s all I could think of

Thank you for your interest in the world of The Arcana. You will be reborn into your new life shortly. The simulation will begin in 3…….. 2……. 1……..

B A C K G R O U N D

You were born to a tailor who ran a little boutique in the middle of Vesuvia. Most of your time was spent in this little shop, modeling frilly dresses that your father had put together. Sometimes you would wear them outside to advertisement if the business was slow, but you liked to keep them in your room for special occasions. If you weren’t in the shop, then you were out connecting with the different creatures in the woods. During this time, you befriended a little bluejay and called it Blue. Your pet bird would follow you everywhere you went; he became your best friend.

In terms of magic, you were a late bloomer. You were about fifteen years old when you were examing your face, trying to apply grounded coal above your eyelids for a smokey look. Instead, the sediments had gone into your eyes. You tried to wash it out, but your lids were smudged with black. Never in your life had you felt so frustrated, that you channeled all your energy into your eyes. You just wanted the perfect liner-- just like all the other girls in town. Suddenly, your father walked in.

“You did a nice job lining your eyes with coal. I remember it was tricky for your mother.”

You looked at the mirror. It was still smudged to you, but your father was seeing the perfect eyeliner. That’s when you discovered your affinity towards illusion magic.

F R I E N D S

Portia

Blue was pestering you again. He wanted to scout the woods for specs of garlic bread; someone had left a trail of them and Blue ate the entire thing. Afterward, he was bloated and had a stomachache. Yet it seemed that the bird wanted more. He kept tapping your ear with his peak, causing a sharp sting.

“Blue, have some patience. Let me fold this last gown and we can spend our time in the woods for as long as you want. Just please stop.” Your voice was sharp with annoyance.

After you folded the last dress, you jogged your way to the forest so Blue wouldn’t snip off your ear. When you arrived, you began searching for the crumbs while Blue soared above. In the middle of two trees, you found another trail of bread crumbs. You let out a whistle and Blue came rushing you. As soon as he saw the pieces of bread, he flew straight towards them. But a head full of red blocked his path. Instead of picking up the crumbs, he collided with the head.

“Ouch! What the hell?” The redhead glared and swatted at the bird. “Go along, shoo!”

You rush towards the commotion. “What’s going on?”

“That bird nearly attacked me!”

You shake your head and scold your pet. “Blue, you have to be more careful! That was extremely dangerous. She could have gotten hurt!”

“I did get hurt,” The stranger said.

“I’m extremely sorry about that. Blue has been quite problematic lately. He once saw this trail of garlic bread and now he has an addiction to it. You could say he’s a real pain in the peck.” You can’t help but smile at your awful pun.

The irritation from the woman’s face melts away. While she rolls her eyes, a small smile forms on her lips. “That was terrible.”

“Hey! I’d say I make im-peck-able jokes.” You wiggle your brow.

“If I give your bird a loaf of garlic bread, will you please stop?”

Other friends: Nadia, Julian

R O M A N C E

Asra

As you got older, you were able to perfect your illusionary magic. Your primary use for it was enhancing your features-- applying makeup to your face without using any product. The other time you used it was when there you found one pesky flaw in your artwork that no paint could cover. Your use was fairly small and light-hearted.

That’s why the panic in your stomach was rampant when you were running from the cabbage seller. You needed to buy ten loaves of garlic bread because Blue had become addicted to it. Not only was it expensive, but the seller would only make the bread for “special individuals.” You wanted to call Nadia to do you a favor, but Blue was growing more impatient (and you did not need another peck on your ear). With the time crunch, you decided to become Nadia. Just for a few minutes. You had planned to tell her later to relieve your conscience (which you did and she spent the whole day laughing about it).

All was going well. The man had made the ten loaves without any questions. He was extremely eager to be graced by the presence of the princess. As he packed the bread into a bag and handed it to you, there was a loud screech from the corner of the street. Your attention had turned from your disguise towards the cry. However, that caused your illusion to fall.

“Hey, you’re not the princess. You’re a random commoner!” The man screamed.

You took the bag of bread and rolled your eyes. “I may be a commoner, but at least I’m a cute one. I couldn’t tell the difference between your head and the bread.”

The man’s face turned red. “Guards! She’s stealing my bread!”

You ran to the nearest alleyway, narrowly avoiding the officials. With a sigh, you create another disguise for yourself.

“Aren’t you the girl who stole all that bread?”

You jumped at the sound of the silky voice. Behind you stood the well-known magician, Asra.

“You’re Asra! The best magician in Vesuvia!” Your calm demeanor flew out the window as you stood face-to-face with the man who inspired you to use magic.

“That I am,” He chuckled. “But I’m curious, what are you planning to do with all that bread? I’m sure it's not all for yourself.”

You look the bag in your hand. “Of course not. It’s for my bird who-” You spun around to find him. “-should be here somewhere.”

“I think I saw him flying around earlier. A bright blue bird, right?” He asked. You nod in response.

“He’ll show up soon. While you wait, I must say that the details of your illusion magic are astounding.” Asra points to the teal hair you created on the spot.

“Thanks. It took me a while to perfect, but I’ve gotten the hang of it,” You said.

“Would you mind showing me a few of your tricks?”

F I N A L F A T E

As you spent more time with Asra, you ventured into other types of magic. However, you realized that your affinity would always be towards illusions. Once you understood the severity of your powers, you felt the need to use them for the greater good. This meant going on missions that were requested by Nadia to protect Vesuvia from external threats. At first, Asra was unsure of this. He had already lost one love, he couldn’t lose the love of his life. But you were sure that this was what you wanted to do, so he tagged along with you.

Many of your missions had been successful. The threats had been apprehended and taken to the Vesuvia dungeons thanks to your hard work. You and Asra had become the unexpected crime-fighting duo. Nadia didn’t let your success go unnoticed. She held an entire celebration for her talented friends, boosting your reputation throughout the entire country. You took the opportunity to flaunt your fame in front of the baker that you stole from years ago. He offered you an unlimited supply of garlic bread, but you told him that his bread tasted the fungus. After that, he went out of business (people were afraid of eating fungus bread). Revenge was sweet.

#life simulation #the arcana #the arcana asra #the arcana portia #asra #asra and faust #portia #portia devorak

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intothespideyverses · 6 years ago

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a modest reinterpretation of “andi’s choice” in c-minor (inspired by a post by @ambimack)

in which bowie ghostwrites a song, andi tries to go ghost on walker, and [insert third awful ghost pun here]:

so bowie is actually ringing up customers for once at the music store that I figured rarely got business because helloo it’s always damn near empty but I guess today there was a surge of customers seeking out guitar picks and vinyls to show how Cultured and Unique they were for listening to the beatles or whomever. anyway jonah is on his guitar, doing as jonahs are wont to do, and bowie drops the bomb on him with “so yeah remember that music coach I told you about? she hates you. she quite frankly and literally wants you dead. she told me this herself. why didn’t you show up???” and jonah’s like “andi don’t fw me anymore :(” which isn’t rly an answer bc lbr here homeboy was ALREADY running late. you mean to tell me him staring at that painting took 4 whole minutes? nah.

so anyway bowie’s like “hm let’s change that” bc manipulating your daughter’s emotions behind her back is cool I guess. bowie, totally not projecting in any way whatsoever, suggests that jonah write andi a song. jonah’s not about it tho. “I can’t talk about my feelings!” he says, which is true considering he only just started exhibiting negative emotions for the first time ever last week. bowie goes, “sure u can! what rhymes with back?” and jonah almost says “crack!” bc thats clearly what bowie’s been on for the past 2 episodes but lemme not.

anyway jump to andi @ the spoon and her boo thang who’s not rly her boo thang yet bc terri hates us is facetiming her again. “so andi, my wife whom I would die for, what’s up?” and andi replies “my best friend is moving away :(” so walker, the understanding king he is, goes “aw pick your head up queen, your crown’s falling :’)” and tells her to go be with her friends and something about a bubble machine idk but w/e we still stan.

buffy comes in w/ all the junk the ghc left at her house including a knockoff tamagotchi which seems kinda before andi’s time?? like she was supposedly 7 when she got it which would have been around 2010? but once again w/e we still stan. and buffy reads the recommendation letter cyrus’ mom wrote for him which seemed a tad incomplete. “I can’t believe my mom forgot to add three references, what a waste...” he sighs.

but walker comes in and andi’s like “tf didn’t u just tell me to drink bubble soap and be w/ my friends? what r u doing here?” and walker, the modern day da vinci, says “im here to draw ur friends as a going away present for your fellow queen, buffy” and buffy looks shooketh like hey if andi don’t want him go get him sis!

so walker draws a louvre level artist rendering of the ghc and instead of appreciating the fact that walker could probably make an exact recreation of the mona lisa, andi’s like “*rolls eyes emoji* *sucks teeth emoji* now i got TWO of these little boys after me what the fuck -_-” but that doesn’t matter bc buffy and cyrus are LIVING for it.

“im gay so clearly im the better sassy best friend, step tf back bitch”

“the sassy best friend stereotype was made for my black ass cyrus so if you think for even a second I won’t claim my rightful spot you are sadly mistaken”

“let me have this one thing buffy I can’t even say the word gay out loud on this damn show can I at least have this?? can I?”

buffy takes a sip of her virgin margarita and goes...

anyway back at the music shop, jonah has just finished practicing the song bowie ghostwrote for him. jonah’s like “great this is perfect for me to sing outside andi’s window” and bowie quite litcherally flips a table and goes “you rly thought u were gonna pull that corny shit??? what year is it?? 1985 called they want their courtship technique back lol what a loser” and jonah’s like hm perhaps he really is on crack but doesn’t say it out loud bc that would hurt bowie’s feelings :/. bowie says that he already booked jonah to perform at the open mic being held THAT NIGHT lmao and jonah just about has another panic attack bc what??

“what??” he asks bowie who is too busy thinking about him performing “you girl” to bex when they were younger to even remember who jonah even is. jonah’s quite honestly shitting himself and wondering what tf he’s going to do. “being around you” is cute and all but it doesn’t go nearly as hard as andi deserves, especially if he now has to compete with artsy fartsy walker who could probably redo the sistine chapel all by himself if he rly wanted to. “hm..........how can one convey how truly deep in their feelings they are for the one they love?” jonah asks the universe, bc hey it seems to always work for bowie.

the universe responds by sending a speeding car full of college kids blasting aubrey graham’s newest hit single right into the storefront window.

“that’s it!”

jonah’s handing out flyers at the spoon and cyrus literally melts into a puddle and I’m pretty sure this is the first nod to his crush on jonah since he came out to andi wow. andi’s like “since when do u do anything aside from throwing a plastic disc?” and jonah’s like “last week 🤗"

they go to the open mic and some girlie is throwing it DOWN w/ her accordion but bowie being the uncultured swine he is, pulls her off the stage. “anywayyyy here’s our final performance and the only reason we held this show tonight, give a big round of applause to jonah beck!”

jonah walks out with his guitar and an amazon copyrighted product shaped like a portable speaker. bowie’s like 🤨 bc this was supposed to be an acoustic performance tf does he need a backing track for? jonah sits down on his lil stool and clears his throat. “alexa play ‘in my feelings, jonah beck cover’”. the device plays a track consisting of jonah’s angelic backing vocals, and our boy begins to strum his guitar. he opens his mouth to croon...

“trap...trap bowie bowie”

bowie’s chiseled jaw drops to dirty ass music shop floor. “this is...not what I planned.”

“this stuff’s got me in my feelings...gotta be real w/ it...”

the entire audience has a collective heart attack.

“an-di, do u luv me? r u riding? say you’ll never ever leave from beside me, cause I want ya and I need ya, and I’m down for u always...”

buffy and cyrus catch whiplash from turning so fast to face andi. “the song’s about YOU bitch!”

andi shakes her lil head. “puh-lease, no it’s not”

cyrus, doing his best not to cry, says “he literally just said ur name but go off”

andi’s in denial bc eww j*n*h b*ck? singing a song? for her? disgusting. but jonah keeps singing his little heart out and the lyrics are more and more damning as they go on.

“trap, trap bowie bowie...I buy you rice on a string cause you not that showy”

“art 101 cause u just like zoey”

“fuck he is singing about me...”

“fudge that netflix and chill what’s ur net-net-net worth?” jonah sings, hitting an impossible high note. queen of vocals.

“you’re the only one I luv~~~” he serenades, serving us mariah carey level whisper notes. ariana is cancelled! our boy finishes the song, basking in the thought of how many careers he singlehandedly ended by performing at this small hole-in-the-wall music shop in bumfuck, utah. drake your days are numbered sis.

everyone immediately deserts the shop en masse like did y’all see how fast they all left last episode?? damn. buffy and cyrus stay behind while andi is frozen sitting in her chair bc what the hell does one say to that.

bowie goes up to jonah and is like “so um...that was...different.” and jonah responds “ikr! see, ‘being around you’ felt too old school, too...2002. idk why that year specifically, but idk it just sounds like it was written in 2002 for a completely different person, maybe even bex, but what do I know? im just your friendly neighborhood jonah beck.” bowie is shook. “anyway, do u think andi liked it?” bowie looks up to see his dorder who he’s more or less forgot about in favor of m*randa and demon child for the past couple of days walking in slow motion to the stage. how she was doing that was beyond him. “well, she looks like she’s about to cry so that’s either a very good thing or a very bad thing. ur on ur own now bud.” and he skidaddles to where bex is waiting. oh yeah bex was in this episode too I forgot.

andi approaches jonah and he’s like “...so...song....you like?” and andi’s internally screaming bc everyone for the past several weeks has been pushing this relationship on her including jonah himself and now he just sung this song in front of all these ppl and now she pretty much HAS to kiss him so anyway ya she does.

when she pulls away jonah blinks. “oh...dosche”

THE END.

will andi finally break up with jonah for good? will jonah avoid copyright infringement for covering a drake song on disney channel? will bowie seek help for his crack addiction? find out next time on dragonball z!

#this is...several levels of terrible #andi mack

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dasaene-archive · 7 years ago

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This isn’t a new concept and idk if anyone is really interested, but I wanted to talk about my friends’, teachers’, or acquaintances’ types since I thought it might be fun to share my impressions of all of them. I’ve moved around a lot since my mom is in the military but have only learned about MBTI for two or three years, so even if I have met every type irl I can only really talk about the ones I remember.

ISTJ (my mom, 1 acquaintance)

h i l a r i o u s (without even trying to be)

Actually?? Gets things done??? Without saying anything??????

Tired. Tired all the dang time.

Ready to kill at any moment

Dog people

Always has to be doing something. If they’re not doing something, they’re bored.

Would die for their families

INFJ (my dad, I don’t think I’ve met any INFJs irl besides him and myself)

Done with life

Bad social anxiety

N E R D N E R D N E R D

Literally has a master’s degree in social work so like if you want a counselor he’s got the qualifications besides just being an INFJ

Thinks gender roles are stupid (he’s an emotional stay-at-home dad with long hair)

Took the test in college and got INTJ (lol relatable)

ISTP (my sister, 1 acquaintance)

Bored every day of their lives

Loves food

RBF. Like, never-ending soul-crushing RBF.

Acquaintance will not stop fixing up his dang truck (how many more mods can you do, man?? Need more lights????? MORE PAINT??????)

Everyone in freshman year had a crush on this truck-lovin fool

Has an excellent taste in fashion

Messy bedrooms

Arguing with family 24/7

Secretly hopeless romantics

INTP (friend)

Awkward but likes to observe people

Will talk about the weirdest crap with you w/o judgment

Went to two STEM camps and one band camp this summer

Likes languages and instruments but never has the motivation to learn them (wow same)

WHAT ARE FEELINGS

Will speak up if something’s off

High-key space nerd

Everyone wants to be her or be with her like seriously how does she do it while still being so awkward

INFP (3 friends)

Cringe city but generally fun to be around anyway

Loves to take care of their friends

Dog people (animal people in general)

Anime nerds. All of them.

Super creative procrastinators (one writes and one draws)

Will fite you if you disagree with (a.k.a. insult) their beliefs (I hate arguing w them tbh)

Nostalgic

Internal screaming

All three of them give off pretty different vibes (idk if it’s the Fi?? enneagram differences????)

ISFP (friend)

So?? Chill??????

Sinnamon roll

Everybody has a crush on her and everyone is heartbroken bc she lets them down so gently

Always hanging out with people and going outside

Has huge collections of stuff (teapots, duck plushies, figurines, onesies, it never ends)

Has a more eclectic taste in pets (snakes, hermit crabs, fish)

Phone is a l w a y s dead, like girl pls find a charger and an outlet

Sometimes we won’t text in like half a year but when we talk again it’s like nothing’s changed

ISFJ (2 friends)

One is a theatre nerd

Has arbitrary obsessions

One random event when they were 3 yrs old must have really changed them

Loves their phones

S m o l, like really really small

Secret meme queens

High-key hopeless romantics who love deeply but rarely

Hard workers and volunteers

ENTP (1 teacher, 1 friend[?])

The English teacher everybody hates (super annoying and disorganized)

...has a good sense of humor tho

Supervises the speech and debate team (and I’m sure if my friend[?] went to a school that had one of those she’d wreck everybody)

Very proud of their ancestry (one is Celtic, one is the descendant of Charlemagne)

Flirty and always lookin for love

B U S Y

Salty

ESTJ (1 teacher, 1 acquaintance)

The English teacher everybody hates (super meticulous and organized)

Rule is law, and unfortunately for you I really do like making my own rules

DO NOT ENGAGE, YOU WILL GET REKT

Loves to read

Silly. Like, for someone so serious, they are jokesters.

Pretends not to take things personally but has deep emotional capabilities

Too nosy for their own good

Love-hate relationship I have with them. Mutual respect.

ENFJ (friend)

Genuinely nice and motivated to help people

Tries to get everyone to focus on group projects

Twin is the ISTP acquaintance who won’t stop working on his truck. They ride ATVs together.

Also twins with flipped complementary function stacks? Nice

Seems airheaded, is really not

She has long curly hair. Idk this seemed notable to mention

Competitive but will be really warm to you while trying to crush you

Looks introverted at first glance, but is just kinda chill when not in study mode

ESFJ (1 friend, 1 acquaintance)

One is pretty stereotypical, the other is a nerdy goofball

Actually both hate popularity and being fake so I guess they both hopped onto the individuality train in terms of who they hang out with

Acquaintance is a Southern Belle™ and is dating truck-lovin’ ISTP (dang this dude is e v e r y w h e r e, you’d think he is an ESTP but no)

Nerdy goofball is addicted to collecting pins and drinking cherry slushies

Have that “XD” kinda Ne humor

Don’t like to talk about themselves a lot but love people

Do really appreciate a good selfie tho

ENFP (friend)

Flirt. Like, dangerously flirty considering she’s dating someone

Uses :3c ironically so much that it’s become unironic

Distinctive fashion that goes from girly to androgynous in 2 seconds flat, but is always presentable

Reads bad fanfiction for fun

Makes fun of my dad’s knobbly knees

Determined to achieve her dreams

Makes a good first impression on adults, really is just a depressed memer

INTJ (acquaintance)

Quiet, but will laugh boisterously at dark humor

Left a note in my yearbook at the end of the year saying that when I first started at that school he thought I was a horrible pretentious jerk but then he realized I was a quirky but intelligent weirdo and he wished me well wherever I was moving

Like no joke that was the best thing I’ve ever read written about me I was laughing no one was that honest with me in that dang school and I didn’t even know the guy very well

WILL call you out if you do or say something wrong

A ~mystery~

Probably had a silent existential crisis every day at lunch

ESFP (acquaintance)

L O U D

so,, emotional??

Popular as crap. Like, really popular

Because he’s popular drama follows him wherever he goes

Voted Best Dancer in the yearbook superlatives every year bc boi this dude will not stop dancing

Used to have that Sokka haircut. You know the one

Bites his tongue a lot bc he has so many opinions but isn’t ready to stop the nice vibes ya know

Protective of his mom and younger siblings

I probably met an ESTP and ENTJ at some point in my life buuut no one notable comes to mind so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#mbti #all types #mine

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your-ao-no-exorcist-imagine-blog · 7 years ago

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Ship please?🌸 I'm a straight girl, 1.68 cm tall, brown hair, green eyes, freckles and slim(?) (small chest and belly but big ass ) I love playing video games and read Mangas😊 I love drawing. I'm very good at school. I'm german but I would like to learn things about Japan.🇯🇵 I'm very direct and always say what I think when something bothers me but the most time I'm pretty silent. I don't think that it's important to wear good/girly clothing and put make up on 🌿 Thank u 🌸🌸

Sure thing love cx

I Ship You With....

Mephisto

He will totally tease you for being small

Video games wars will be the norm

So will ranting about manga and making the other read favorites

You better believe he will snatch you away for anime nights and just snuggle you

He would like to watch you draw and always tease you to draw him

He would ask you ten thousand questions about your German roots, he has a love for Germany

He will teach you anything and everything about Japan, like that is his specialty, he will make you sorry you asked

Very glad you are direct when bothered, and will literally bother you until you talk if he thinks you’re being too quiet

Glad that looks are not your main priority, he does like natural beauty

He will spoil you of course and take you on so many dates around Japan, perhaps the world

He would make it a fun relationship, and sometimes you would just want to slap him with a dictionary, but you always have something to laugh about

You had just been on a trip to Japan when you first met Mephisto, you were walking the academy grounds hearing about its immense size over the internet, he followed you as a dog without you noticing until you about to leave and he decided to poof into his normal and tall as frick self. You have to be honest, it scared the crap out of you and you screamed a little bit, which made him laugh.

He asked you why you were wandering around aimlessly, you hesitantly explained you were just exploring the city, he quickly became very interested in what you knew, and when he found out that you had not been to some of the hottest tourist spots he practically said he would drag you. You realizing you had little choice agreed to let him take you around the city.

Once the day drew to a close he asked how long you would be in the city, you replied about a week, you never expected him to drag you somewhere new each day, he did make it pretty exciting though and quickly became fond of you to the point he was taking you out to dinner before the week was over and asking when he could possibly see you again, yep he can be quite a charmer... sometimes and sometimes he could just be a clown

Children

You would have two sons, both being around 6′0 ft tall and lanky, they have both inherited demonic features and some powers.

The older of the two has Mephisto’s purple hair, but tons of freckles and green eyes, he thinks it is rather stupid he has to hide his tail, but he does love the pointy ears and has them pierced a few times. He is very outgoing and loves to play video games especially when he gets to have a war with you and Mephisto. He at times is a little sneak which he gets from his dad, but he does take school rather seriously and wants to become an exorcist, preferably a tamer, but he knows it would be hard.

The younger has your brown hair and Mephi’s greenish blue eyes, ironically he does have a swirl to his hair like his dad. He is a true artist and loves to draw abstract designs and castles which he has always had an interest in. His is obsessed with anime and manga and has a collection of figures, not nearly as big as Mephi’s though. He has no interest in exorcism and instead wants to be a manga artist which he is working really hard on a story line now

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najatheangel · 7 years ago

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Drabble Ship for @Calisnotfire

Sorry for sending this in again. I wasn’t sure if we were supposed to do it on ask form because the submission option wasn’t working. I requested for BTS, GOT7, and Seventeen.

My name is Aunique. My favorite colors are blue and black. I love to draw, paint, etc. I am a singer and I can play guitar, piano, and multiple percussion instruments. I go to a music school in the city of my state. My favorite season is fall when it is not to cold and not to warm. I am younger than a lot of my biases in kpop.

I am told that I am a really nice person by people although I look mean. People say I have a very cold and intimidating look in my eye when it is just my straight face. I am really short standing at 5'3" which is shorter than almost all of my friends.

When I get really comfortable with someone I get really affectionate as in hugging, back hugging, I will sometimes hold onto their arms, when we are sitting down I would cuddle into them. Things like that. Usually, I would get shipped with someone in my school for being close to them.

I am a very happy person. I am always smiling and giggling no matter what happens. Like I get put down a lot but I just brush it off and ignore it and go about my day. I am a very emotional person also. I sympathize a lot. I cry a lot but mostly over non serious topics. Like on Try Not To Cry Challenges.

I have an INFP personality type. I am really shy around new people or people I have met a few times but not comfortable around them yet. When I am comfortable I talk a lot, I laugh a lot, and I crack jokes every now and then. When I am tired I am very weird and giggly. I an also very clingy when I am tired as in back hugging, actually hugging, or cuddling.

My fashion sense is sort of tomboy mixed with girly girl. So say I wear a lace up shirt, with skinny jeans, and dirty converse. I wear chokers or necklaces a lot. That is my fashion type. I have shoulder length hair but when it is curled it stops a little bit under my ears.

I have a habit of putting my hands on my stomach or on others stomach. Like if I am being really cuddly I slip my hands under their shirts and just place my hands on their stomach. Another habit I have is biting my lips I developed this habit not to long ago but it usually only happens when my lips are chapped and cracked causing my skin on my lips to peel I know its gross but I can’t help it. I am starting to stop this habit by always carrying around ChapStick.

My ideal date isn’t very extravagant. But I just want a really simple date like going to a museum or aquarium because I find history and sea life very interesting. Then later we can just get ice cream or shaved ice. I don’t want him to really spend a lot of money on me just something very simple and sweet is something I’d be satisfied by.

Well that is all I have sorry if it is too long. Thank you.

Hey again, Awwhh this was a very nice description. And that’s okay, now I fixed it so everyone can now send it thru the submission box. And thanks for being so patient.

From Bts, I ship u with….Jhope~

-It was already 6 months in the relationship, the sunshine w/ his sunflower against the world.

-Most armys learned to accept the adorable couple because of how nice, sweet and super cuddly you both are, but some spread hate on you because they thought you were itimidating and jhope needed something more special.

Jhope:*sighs* Another article…baby let’s not worry about that. Let’s just relax and watch some t.v. *he holds your hands from biting them and smooches them* Hehe, what I tell u about biting your nails. There to small and delicate to chop off.

Aunique: I know hobi…it’s just…I can’t take the mean comments anymore. How did you handle this stuff? *you slam your head onto his chest while sliding your hand under his shirt to rub his belly for comfort*

*jhope strokes your natural smooth hair and wipes ur tears away smiling like the bright of light he is*

Jhope:I learned that not everyone is going to like you. Even though I know this world might seem dark and dull….there’s always a light. For me, that’s you.

*you look up at him and smile and felt all your worries wash away*

Aunique: Idk how you do it, but I thank you for giving me strength.

-Jhope blushes like crazy screaming doing a little crane dance* Aunique really loves me, we should just get married!

-You chase after him trying to get him to cuddle you again, but the whole night you play tag*

(Ugh, I mean…Look at him. I NEED HIXTAPE~)

From Got7, I ship you with…Jinyoung~

-You broke your last guitar from hard core acoustic and went to the instrument store to see if you can replace or somehow fix the strings.

-A very handsome devil worked aqt the front counter of the music store and by how good he was looking, you started to show your shy side and get really distracted. News flash…he was the only one working and he was the only one to your rescue.

Jinyoung: Excuse me miss..but, do you need help with something? *He slowly walks up to you and looks slightly down into your eyes.*

Aunique:*you slowly move forward and accidently bump into him couldn’t keep still* S-sorry, but um can u find someone to fix this guitar?

*he smiles doing his cute cover the face shy laugh* Of course I can, follow me.

-He grabs the guitar, but along with it he ends up sliding down your arm to your hand making you flustered.

-While fixing it, you both slowly open up and have small, yet random talks on things that happen in both of your life’s*

Aunique: I can’t believe you performed w/ six other guys! That must’ve been crazy. I wish I would’ve known about this sooner.

Jinyoung: Yeah, actually we’re going to have our comeback really soon. but…I was wondering for your first concert…If I can take you, I think the others will like you as much…as I do.

Aunique: No…Are you foreal?!

*you backhug him for a longtime smiling excited to see him singing*

Jinyoung: Hehe, and since I fixed your quitar..we can maybe go grab some food.

Aunique: A-as a date?

Jinyoung: If you want it to be…then yes~ *chuckles and grabs you to leave the store*

(*image your jaebum* Ahhhh)

From Seventeen, I ship you with…Mingyu~

-In this universe, you and Mingyu were always playing music together ever since you were in kinder garden. He was the rapper and king. You were the multi instrument talented geek and the queen.

-He always liked you secretly and never had the chance although he sometimes hint it. He seemed easy going and kind around you, but on the inside he was full off of butterflies and wanted to let them fly free out of his stomach.

-On a normal day, you invited him to the aquarium and had fun watching turtles swam their butts off all day.

-They were moves he tried to make like wrap his hand around your shoulder, back hug you or even pick you up when you couldn’t see amongst the crowd, but you kept dodging without even noticing.

-You guys finally relaxed and wanted some shaved ice..your favorite.

Aunique: U know, we should adopt a turtle together and name it…(Your ship name) *giggles* Wouldn’t that be so cute Mingyu-ah.

-*he sits there silent lost in space and time thinking about how he’s going to confess to you*

*you wave your hands infront of him trying to get his attention*Um, earth to Mingyu..

*he grabs your hand and stands up looking deep into your eyes* I can’t hold it back anymore, No matter how you feel about me or what you thought about today…We were on a date and I have feelings for you. I liked you ever since we were kids and all day I’ve been trying to say it, but now I-

*you stand on your tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek* Hehe, I know…I was just teasing you. *you shove ice on his face and start laughing*

Mingyu: Hey! Why you little-*he picks your tiny self up and kisses you back* Hah, gotcha back now~

Awwh, now I want one. Lol, but hoped you liked them @calisnotonfire and who won your heart? Thanks for requesting again~

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cloudcreates · 8 years ago

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i saw only a few draws of yanya but i want to know more about him :

kicks the door in WELL my friend ur in LUCK bc i have a LOT of shit abt yanya to talk abt

let’s kick it off with his backstory SHALL WE

so ! yanyas a lil kitsune boi raised in a little village in the outskirts of karnosea on famia, we dont have a name for it yet its not important w/e ANYWAY

he was BORN in a bigger town in central karnosea which i also dont have a name for but its also not important, what IS important is that he was a happy lil gremlin for most of his little babby years until he hit about elementary school where all the other kids’ parents started teaching them to be racist towards orcs and kitsunes and lizardfolk n shit! so they started being little shits towards him. which made him not like being in fox shape around them anymore. or in general.

so when his mums, shiranuit, a kitsune barbarian, and resnerina, a half-orc witch, were like “fuck that shit,” they moved away to that much smaller settlement, made up almost Entirely of rarer races like catfolk and wyvaran, and also orcs and ogres and stuff yea

and things were p alright! yanyas mums love him Very Much ok i love them and i love him and they all love each other. shiranuit works as a weaponsmith, and resnerina works as a luthier. so when u mashed their work together, u got yanya, a skald, or Basically a rage bard, who makes all his weapons and instruments, bc he makes his weapons into instruments, and vice versa.

his first weapon in game was a heavy mace that doubled as a guitar! it was crafted from metal ofc but its body was in the shape of a cow skull bc that shit’s metal. on one side was the guitar all strung up, and on the other he’d flip it around and it’s just Covered in spikes for him to beat the shit out of whatever 8)c

he uses his music to express himself. even with cure and mending magic, destroying things and lashing out and being aggressive all the time doesn’t make him feel good, so he’ll usually just turn to screaming out some sick tunes instead. his music’s very important to him.

moving back to early life however! he moved on through school pretty easy. i mean. not Entirely too easily bc the boy’s dumb as a brick so w/e he just. he didnt flunk out at the very least ok Cs get degrees anyway

and when he was abt.. 16, 17, he met ash! his first..and Only girly friend who’s also a kitsune, and a gunslinger! between the two of them, she’s kind of.. the ‘brains’ but. even then she’s not like, super smart. it’s just.. not hard to be smarter than yanya w/ that sweet 7 WIS and 10 INT score lmfao. she’s plenty clever tho!

around this time yanya and ash didn’t go to school, they travelled around their local part of karnosea causing a little trouble here and there bc well. they’re of chaotic alignment. however! chaotic good alignment, so they really only gave hell to..racists 8) .. bc fuck em

the thing is though, while yanya had two mums that loved him a lot, ash didn’t. she had one mum that sucked a bunch and constantly berated her, and yanya knew, it was partially why they spent so much time just carting around wildly, having fun, bc yanya knew she deserved better!

as a side note, karnosea is neighboring artorias, which is the Big Capital of famia, where Queen Azaroa has opened a bard college! probably the best and most chattered abt all over the world tbh. you can bet yanya’s heard of it by now, being as musically inclined as he is, and has always sort of dreamed of going there.. but shit, he and his fam ain’t making that kind of money, lmfao

but! it just so happens, as rumors say, there’s a new scholarship surfacing, offered specifically to members of more. rare races, such as kitsunes! yanya can’t lie about his interest being piqued..

but the thing was, from 16 going on 18, he was sort of perfectly happy and content just travelling around like a rascal with ash, because they were best friends!! and having fun!! and without yanya, he thought ash would be all alone with her fuckin mean ass mum!! he didn’t want that, and also that bard college is probably overrated anyway, whatever..

ash’s mum isn’t having any of it, wtf ash is happy??

the second ash and yanya get back home from whatever little bout of travel they were on, ash’s mum goes on a tirade at ash about how she’s dragging yanya down and holding him back, how she’s not good enough for him, etc.. so ash panics, because she knows he isn’t going to leave her unless she makes him never wanna see her again.

so! that same day, ash tells yanya about. how she’s been cheating on him the whole time. laughs in his face. tells him he should’ve expected it, kitsunes are known for being tricksters, liars after all!

he’s heartbroken.. so he leaves for artorias in a shocked daze probably not a full 12 hr later

and he gets accepted to the college!

ofc being kinda poor and rough around the edges, it’s not without it’s fair share of. snooty ass rich kids being assholes, which is whatever. turns out tho, some of those rich kids are from karnosea! so because yanyas as subtle as an airhorn, rumors about him not being human spread. guess who gets to deal with racist school peers all over again! yaaaay

it’s not totally bleak, though. at college yanya met jonavahn, neyla, pazzoch, and a bunch of the other rare-race scholarship kids and they all form their own little nestled group of friends :’>

soo because yanya’s fuckin shit at like, learning, he like, does kind of piss poor in all the actual study-centric classes lmfao. but! he’s fantastic at the physical side of things–he excels with playing instruments and melee fighting, because it’s less read-a-book-and-study and more muscle memory and physical training and practice, ofc. he just barely graduated bc getting half amazing grades and half shitty grades only balances out to so much, but dAMMIT HE DID IT

so when he graduates, he goes back home for a little bit. im sure while he was at college, he managed to visit his mums back at karnosea for a little bit on breaks, but. just the idea of going back to karnosea, just knowing that. it’s where ash was. it made it a lot harder in practice than it was in theory for him lmfao.

but being back home, getting to see him mums again! it makes him really happy! because his mums love him a lot !!! and love and support him a shit ton!! they’re so proud! look at their son that graduated from the artorian queen’s bard college! holy shit!!

yanya realizes sometimes that he takes his mums for granted.. they’ve always been there to makes him feel like everything’s ok. and they do a damn good job of it!

a fun fact! lershe, my old incompetence quest 1 character, is a half-orc monk–by the end of iq1, he became a lycanthrope (this was in dnd 3.5, so monks could still get infected by lycanthropy), and also a lvl 30 minor deity lmfao

lershe was separated from his dad, who was raising him on his own, at a v young age. at the end of iq1, lershe sought him out, found him again, and found out that he’d started a new family with a new wife! and tbh lershe met his mum in iq1 he could not be happier for his dad lmfao. but they have a daughter! so lershe has a little half-sister! and that little half-sister is resnerina!

because lycanthropes and kitsunes share a sort of similar ability in changing shape ya kno yeah, when yanya was a little kid, lershe was still “alive” as a mortal half-orc (lershe put off accepting that he was an immortal deity for a long time) and. was a big inspiration for yanya, naturally. these kids and people were giving him shit for being able to change shape into something that resembled an animal, but his uncle lershe can do it to, and HE’S a god!! so whatever!!

anyway so iq2 started off by all the characters running into each other in a little town in karnosea and some shit abt a cave off the outskirts of town getting ransacked by mercenaries or smth, idr

a little before then our DM said txeru and yanya were going to enter town together, and aria and karrina were going to enter town together, and we could come up w/ whatever reason why they’d end up together so txeru and yanya met first actually, just outside on town in a little tavern where they. probably got into a little scuffle just bc bar fights are fun. who cares. its fine.

its ironic bc right now, in game, txeru and yanya are fucking pissed at each other! and its great. the drama is clearing my skin. my crops are prospering.

basically txeru is a kasatha, an alien race not native to famia, and he’s come to famia trying to hide from two .. sort of alien police that’re after him for all the petty crimes he’s done. thing is, these two Very Specific alien cops are after him because. he kinda. was romantically involved with Both of them, one being his partner in crime and the other being of kasathan royalty–when he was backed into a corner and about to get caught he kind of ditched his partner and left the noble out high and dry so they’re both PISSED at him

they recently made their way to famia and found txeru, and after we TURNED TAIL AND RAN THE FUCK OFF from them, txeru explained his story

having his heart fucking shattered by ash, yanya kinda wasn’t super happy to find out txeru was a heart-shattering asshole himself!

so he DECKED HIM IN THE FACE and hadn’t spoken a kind word to him in like, a week

NOW they’re talking, it’s just. every word they say to each other is some variant of “fuck you” and atm we’re waiting for a boiling point to hit to see if they’ll kiss and make up or if they’re just gonna have to hate each other! 8) im so excited

meanwhile this entire time, we’re level 10 right now. so half way to the capstone level 20.

yanya still hasn’t formally revealed that he’s a kitsune to anyone in the group. but! as i said. the boy’s subtle as a brick thrown through a window. he’s slipped up enough times in his human disguise for just about everyone in the party to catch just a little something being off about him, but since most of the party is from artorias, away from the rarer races of karnosea, not everyone knows what a kitsune is

BUT we HAVE met a kitsune in game! madame fouxy (blame my dm for that name), but even then she only shifted from an actual fox shape to anthro fox shape, not to human shape. so they’re still unaware that kitsunes can even do that atm, meaning yanya’s ruse is hanging on by a thread lmfao

he’d just come out and say it bc he’s well aware everyone’s probably seen through him by now, but. it’s suppose to be a secret. knowing that everyone knows doesn’t make him wanna tell it, it makes him wanna convince everyone they’re wrong, even though they’re right, and he doesn’t like lying ,and if everyone’s already figured it out already, then he’s not doing a good job at keeping his own damn secrets, which freaks him out, and… etc

yanya’s favorite colors are red and blue, his favorite food is smoked rabbit, he’s 6′2″ flat on his heels in human shape, but he’s wearing stilettos bc he’s use to toe walking in fox-shape, which usually puts him up to about 6′4″, 6′5″..

he’s got a shit ton of muscle, and he eats a lot to keep up his energy! so he has his fair share of fat w a soft belly. he weighs probably anywhere from 250-300 bc im not good w weights lmfao

he has a total of.. 14 piercings, four on each ear, one on each eyebrow, two on his lips, one on his nose, and one on his tongue, almost all of which he got at the bard college lmfaoo

atm at level 10, he has 5 tails! only one spell-like ability from them, however, which is disguise self.

he knows how to sew!

he has a fear of mirrors and heights.

it’s less a ‘fear’ and more. he doesn’t like looking at himself in the mirror, practically can’t stand it when he’s in human shape. seeing his human face all he can think is “liar, liar, liar” because that’s not his ‘real’ face. seeing his fox face he’s only reminded how much fewer people would rather see him this way. if he has to, he’ll much prefer looking at his fox face, however.

AND I THINK..THAT MAY JUST COVER IT..if it’s not everything it’s Pretty close, and if i come up w anything new ur probably gonna see me draw it at some point LMFAO

#LONG POST #THAI TALKS TOO MUCH #YANYA INRUHAMA #OCS #IM #SO #SORRY

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Kidnapped by Sexy Men {Ch.8}

(Kat)

Let us begin.

You sighed as you sat on your bed...listening to Prussia's ranting about how awesome he is. You didn't mind hearing it. He wasn't yelling at Romano anymore and time-out had been over for a while but, you just hoped your day with him wouldn't be like this all day. "So me, my awesomeness, and Gilbird decided that we'll take you on a date to an amusement park."

Shut.

Up.

The sexy albino man said as he sat down next to you on the bed. Gilbird tweeted as he readjusted himself on Prussia's head. He then tweeted again as if to say,'You have to say yes to him!' First, you blushed at the thought of a date with Prussia. And this one wouldn't be sweet, funny, or cute but, it would be fun. And amusement park...you hoped their wouldn't be any ferries wheels. You hated those things.

Lies.

I love ferris wheels.

You were afraid of heights.

Pfft. No I’m not. After you stopped blushing, you started smiling. You then looked at Prussia to see him blushing at your smile. HOW CUTE! His embarrassed face was just priceless! What a Kodak moment!

Kodak?

?????

You laughed as you said,"Sure! It sounds fun!" Prussia then smirked as he started to pull your shirt up.

BACK UP TEN FEET.

"What the hell?" You yelled as you pushed his warm fingers away with a flustered look on your face. Prussia smirked at you before he let out a chuckle. "you can't go in your pajamas!"

I can dress myself.

He said as he got up. He got up to the door and opened it. Before he left your room he said,"You have half an hour to get all prettied up..." He then turned his head so you could see his smirk. "Or, I'll have to help you get ready."

NOTHANKYOU.

He then left your room, taking all of his awesomeness with him. And leaving a very blushing you. You felt as if another bloody nose would come on. Help you get ready? Oh damn! The things he could do! You didn't even know how lucky you were that he didn't just do you the second it came his turn. He actually didn't want to screw it up with you. Not like...erm...Hungary and him. They were ruined the moment he set that war on Austria.

I’ve never thought that Prussia and Hungary never had any form of romantic relationship.

Back to your life now. You then got up and went to your drawers. As much as you hated it, you had to wear something nice but, not girly like a dress, you had to wear skinny jeans. The only thing that made you look...well...sexy.

I actually don’t mind dresses, as long as their not too short.

And as for the top, you would wear a regular Prussia Hetalia tee that you bought on E-bay. Oh, how perfect, light blue skinny jeans, a Prussia tee, your black and dark blue high-tops,

My high tops are black and white.

and your light gray and darkish white 5 hoodie. (I own this outfit. Kesesesesese!)

Self inserts.

As soon as you were done getting dresses, you wondered what to do with your hair. You hadn't prepared for a date ever in your life! Guys would ask you out but, you would tell them no, the only men for you would be from Hetalia.

You decided to finally use that curling iron that you had.

My hair is naturally curly. Very curly.

Like, think Taylor Swift’s hair when she wore it curly.

That’s basically how it looks, but very dark brown.

If I went on a date, I’d probably flatiron my hair.

Your hair was naturally straight so, why not curl it?

No. I just said that mu hair is naturally curly.

You decided to leave your bangs out.

What bangs? I don’t have bangs.

When your reddish brown hair was done it was barely kissing your shoulders.

My hair is dark brown and goes to my elbows.

You smiled, you actually looked pretty for a change. You then decided to put on just a little bit of make-up. The make-up that America bought you when you guys went on a date. You didn't really know how to use it that well, the only experience you had with make-up was watching your mother.

I’m actually decent with makeup. I usually put it on before I go to school.

So you started off my picking up some eyeliner and lining up you eyes. in the end you looked slightly goth so you decided to bring it out more like those popular girls at school did. What did they call it?...Butterfly Wings?

I cannot do winged eyeliner for crap.

So you made two extra 'fake' eyelashes on the side of your eye. It even came out good! (Thank god your art class!)

I draw a lot, but I still can’t do winged eyeliner.

You then picked up some mascara and made your already long eyelashes, longer.

Yes. My eyelashes are long.

You decided that you looked good so the last thing you did was change your earrings from small little gold hoops to small/medium silver ones. (Not those HUGE-ass ones. Those classy ones!)

I own two pairs of hoops. One pair is encrusted with turquoise, and the other ones are just plain silver. The plain silver ones are slightly heavy, but they aren’t very big. The turquoise ones are a bit longer.

You put your hoodie then your shoes and just as you were lacing your right foot -the last thing you had to do- Prussia came in, whistling. Oh dear lord, was this embarrassing! You could feel your cheeks burn as you looked up at Prussia. He was...even sexier than you! He was wearing dark blue manly skinny jeans and well...just...look at a picture of him with dark blue skinnies! You couldn't describe his awesomeness. (I just HAD to make this joke AGAIN!)

I don’t think you did.

"U-uh..." You stuttered as you tried to tell him how good he looked...but, you couldn't get anything out. Prussia laughed. "I'm THAT sexy and awesome hmm?" He then smirked when you didn't answer. he then took your hand. YOU HAND! "Let's go, babe." He said. (I screamed here.)

I didn’t.

He then led you out of your room then the house. ... You were in a fun mood. Adrenaline shot through you. You loved roller coasters yet, you hated Ferries Wheels.

But I love ferris wheels.

Why you lyin.

You two had just got off of the last roller coaster; The Screaming Hurricane. It was the wildest one of the park too.

I also love rollercoasters.

As you two walked, hand in hand, you smiled like a maniac. ... "How about before we go home...we ride a Ferris wheel? It's kinda cheesy, I know but...I know most girls like it so..."

This girl likes ferris wheels.

Prussia then stopped mid-sentence as he heard you...squeak? "Are you...afraid of Ferris Wheels?" Prussia asked you as he stopped walking.

No.

You stopped walking too then you looked at him and shyly nodded your head. Then, he did something unexpected and felt rather...out of character. He hugged you. Your blush made you feel like your cheeks were going to blow up from being too hot. Prussia was hugging you. Hugging you! Before you could spazz out, you hugged him back.

That is really out of character. "We're still going on it. I can't have a girl who's afraid of heights. She needs to be strong." You almost cried at that. And as you hyperventilated, he dragged you to the Ferris Wheel.

Wow.

Just Wow. ... "This is suicide." You said as you practically held onto Prussia for your life. You were terrified but, on Prussia's half, he was happy for you to be clinging to him and he felt protective of you. He held onto you as you shook in his arms. "If it were suicide then it wouldn't be in the park. Little kids go on these, come on, no need to be scared." Prussia the took your shoulders and made you face him. "I won't let anything happen to you. I WILL keep you safe, I promise." His face became...soft as he smiled at you. How cute! Your cheeks blushed red as he held onto you. You really didn't feel scared any more. You...felt safe in his arms like this. Just then, Prussia's hand landed on the side of your thigh. Before you could protest it went higher until he was...holding your ass. But, one thing happened... You didn't move his hand the entire ride.

Dude, I would slap him so hard.

What even.

All I can say is that this character, who is obviously a self insert, is no longer a reader insert. I’m beginning to believe that ‘Jessica’ is the creator’s name.

Anyway, that wraps that chapter up.

I’ll see you guys later.

~Kat

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