#grove girl sassy

[coconuttyglittersmurf]

😉

Sassette - the only female of the four, she has red braids and an equally fiery temperament.

She idolizes Stormy, who is her mentor, and tells anybody who will listen that she will grow up to be just like Stormy.

:'] I want sasette back

[dark-and-kawaii]

The girls have made their way to the grove so Lofn got to see her man!

LOOOOOOK AT THEM!!!! Sassy you are amazing oh my god!!! Did she get to warm his lap??? He’s so stressed, he deserves to have a pretty thing on his lap.

Now come here so I can smooch you my friend for being so kind!!!

Sending you the biggest smooch and cheekiest of hugs that would make even the naughtiest of hearts blush hehehe ♡ ♡ ♡!!!

I can’t wait to send you the goodies I’ve been working on!!!

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾����𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

[sky-kiss]

Okay, your OC is a love interest, what does their first romance cutscene look like?

A/N: Sassy, this is such an amazing question. I hope it’s alright that I did it for my three main idiots (I have another, but he’s just an old man for Jaheira lol). 

Scrungus: (Cowboy lizard)

Being an Oath of Redemption paladin, Scrungus isn’t overly romantic. He’s very kind, but he’s more focused on the wellbeing of the group. The incident with the goblins leaves him a little down, so he’s melancholy post party. The PC has to seek him out. He gives you a little smile, tips his head. If you offer him wine, he politely declines. 

“Had to be done. Couldn’t have ‘em running along the coast, know that. Still…ain’t sitting right. Coulda done more. Shoulda, I reckon.” 

If you mention you would have liked to dance at the party: “Would have been good to see…ain’t much point killin’ if you’re not enjoy living.” 

If you ask him if he knows how to dance, or would have danced with you, he gives you a little grin. Yeah, he picked it up somewhere along the line. In a little village, years back, after a fight just like this. Used to be pretty good. But don’t hold him to it. He’d hate to step on your toes. 

If you point out that the goblins and the Absolute left you no choice: 

He agrees, but finds it unfortunate. Worse folks have turned their back on evil. 

If you go to hold his hand, he chuckles and moves it away. 

No offense meant, but he’s got one responsibility. Gotta see you through the city. No use muddling things. 

You spend the night talking about your past, his, maybe he tells you a story about some absurd devil or demon he talked round to redemption. It’s ridiculous. He lets the PC lean against his shoulder and doesn’t move them when they doze off against his chest. 

Evoi: (Evil, evil, evil AU!Joi; it’s early, and she’s…untempered) 

Goblin-party only. She’s turned on by the stink of carnage and the way you looked while slaughtering the Grove. She makes this very evident, very early into the party, sidling up to the PC, nosing their throat. 

Blood-slick, hunter-kin—soak in carnage, baptize her in your sweet cries. 

She’s going to fuck you. Consent is optional, sorry. Will lick every drop of blood off your character. It’s a lot of kissing and biting. Going to absolutely devour/go down on the PC. You’re her pet now (and she’s obsessive, crazy, generally the worst). 

Joi: (Amnesia Girl)

Joi still has no idea what’s going on or who she is at this point. The scene will have more variance compared to the above, based largely on player input. Most of  her reactions are going to be emulating the PC’s drive. I.e if you’re interested in talking, she’ll be softer and happily talk, but consistently direct the conversation away from her. If the PC is more forward and wants sex, she’ll fall back into that role. 

Is likely very similar to Astarion in that she’s unsure she wants to have sex at that point, but it feels natural, normal, and a way to like…establish rapport. And since she has nothing personal to offer, why not sex? It’s the best she can do. 

If the PC opts to take things more slowly, she’s comforted. Wants to hold the PC’s hand or sit in their lap/beside them. She’s naturally very physical, and the slow!route still reflects that. If the PC asks whether she enjoyed the party, Joi is puzzled and admits that she doesn’t know. Saving the tieflings felt strange, almost wrong, but she likes it. 

Platonic/Slowburn route: Joi asks your PC to tell her about their life, stroking their hair. She thanks the PC for sharing and kisses them. 

Sex route: Joi is enthusiastic, but distant. Leads the encounter, focused on pleasuring PC. The morning after, she is more conflicted and admits she did not sleep well.

[knightofnightmoo]

1. Monarch is a tiefling bard and they use they/them pronouns. I do not know where they are from but they have traveled a great amount in their lifetime

2. They are a light purple colored tiefling and have very fluffy and curly green hair. They have rather basic horns. Freckles cover their body. I didn't know how to give them piercings at the time so they don't have any, and that is unfortunate. I gave them a white tattoo around the eye because I wanted it to look like they had been involved with magic in a very unfortunate situation. The hag taking and messing with their eye made it more plausible.

3. Only every so often. I fear it may lead to an ending that I won't like.

4. I recruited Shadowheart first. I then recruited Astarion and Wyll. Karlach was recruited after doing Wyll's quest to find her. I had found Gale previously but didn't recruit him until I was about to go to the Underdark. I never recruited Lae'zel because I didn't know where she was.

5. I can not remember, but I believe Monarch had to kill some to survive before the adventure, so it wasn't too startling.

6. No. I was still learning how the combat worked.

7. Yes.

8. No

9. I only spoke to the children and Zevlor. The children are quite mean and sassy, but they seem reasonable at times.

10. No, I killed most of them.

11. No

12. No

13. I enjoyed the spore people and the gnomes. They were rather sweet and interesting.

14. No

15. The Grove seemed fine. I helped the tieflings leave, and I killed all the Goblins.

16. I tried to save him but he had already left the Goblin camp when I arrived.

17. My character finds Withers to be amusing and to be decent company.

18. So far, Wyll is a devil, and I am helping fix Karlach's heart. I made a loophole deal with Mizora to try and help Wyll be free of his contract.

19. They spent the night with Astarion and they have recently started dating.

20. Did not find him in Act 1. Hopefully I will see him in Act 3.

21. I have let Shadowheart keep the artifact. Its her's and I enjoy her company and trust her to keep it.

22. I accidentally got him killed and I was very sad about it.

23. They don't trust them, but feel obligated to help.

24. I don't know.

25. No.

26. Found Nere funny.

27. Shadowheart and Astarion never leave my party. The others take turns for the one free spot. So far Gale and Karlach get too come along more than Wyll does.

28. Yes

29. Yes and I just call the child Owlbear.

30. No

31. I have not thought about this. I would think Monarch has a fear of being rejected and alone, and that is why they are so accepting of all their companions.

32. I actually wanted Volo to try and help cure Monarch, but I accidentally rejected him and didn't know how to fix it.

33. No. They have been nothing but mean towards people I cared about.

34. Murder. Murder of all that were not gnomes.

35. Not being able to save Lae'zel and not being able to save the brothers of the girl the Hag took.

36. No

37. No

38. No

39. They do not like him at all. Both Karlach and Wyll have bad experiences with evil devils. I just hope Mol and Astarion do not make bad decisions with this guy.

40. Mostly nightmares.

41. Yes

42. Yes

BG3 Act 1 asks

I am intentionally putting the number of the inquiry at the end of each question also because I have a pet peeve that when you copy paste questions into an ask that the number doesn't carry over.

Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision? (1)

Was there something about the character creator that just couldn't capture your Character? Please tell us about their hair, facial hair, tattoos, piercings, disabilities, their trans or intersex body, or anything else you're comfortable sharing. (2)

Has your Character been using their illithid powers? (3)

Do you remember in which order you recruited your companions? Which companion introduction would have felt the most familiar / like home to your Tav / Character? (4)

Do you remember the first humanoid enemy your Character killed? Was it the first person they've ever killed, in your opinion? Would they have been bothered by it? (5)

Were you able to save everyone when the goblins stormed the gates at the Grove? (6)

Did you enter the Grove? (7)

Do you have a favorite member of the Druid Circle? Is it the same as your Character's? (8)

Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character's? (9)

Do you have a favorite member of the Goblin Camp? Is it the same as your Character's? (10)

Do you have a favorite member of the Act 1 Githyanki? Is it the same as your Character's? (11)

Do you have a favorite member of the Zhentarim? Is it the same as your Character's? (12)

Do you have a favorite character from the Underdark? Is it the same as your Character's? (13)

Do you have another NPC you loved from a faction not mentioned above? What about your Character? (14)

How did the situation with the Grove, the Tieflings and the Goblins turn out for your Character? (15)

Did you save Halsin? (16)

What does your Character think of Withers? (17)

How did your Character deal with Wyll, Karlach and Mizora? (18)

Did your Character spend a night with a companion either the night of the party or earlier? Is it someone they have a continued interest in? (19)

How did you deal with The Artist - Oskar Fevras? Did you even encounter him? (20)

What are your Character's thoughts on the strange artifact that was in Shadowheart's possession? Did it jump to your pack because you changed her out of your party? (21)

How did your Character resolve the situation with Sovereign Glut, if you met them? (22)

What are your Character's thoughts on the dream visitor? (23)

Was your illithid tadpole empowered by anything in Act 1? If so, how does your Character feel about that? (24)

Did your Character take the mountain pass? (25)

What was your favorite enemy? Did your Character have any memorable fights or moments in combat that were ripe for headcanons and interpretation? (26)

Who ended up in your Character's most used party? (27)

Did you recruit Scratch the dog? Did you encounter him at all? (28)

Did you adopt an owlbear? Do you have a name for your child? (29)

Do you have other pets as a ranger or in headcanon? (30)

Does your Character have new or old phobias or superstitions that affect their story? (31)

What's your Character's experience with and opinion of Volo? (32)

Has your Character allied with the cult of the Absolute? (33)

How did your Character resolve the situation with Nere and the gnomes? (34)

Has your Character done anything that they regret in Act 1? (35)

Did your Character find the Adamantine Forge? Did they use it? What did they make? (36)

Did your Character find the Necromancy of Thay? How are they handling it / planning to handle it? (37)

Did your Character meet Barcus Wroot? How's he doing? (38)

What does your Character think of Raphael? (39)

Is your Character used to strange dreams from before the events of the adventure? (40)

Is your Character accustomed to being on the road from before the events of the adventure? (41)

Has your Character been to the Underdark from before the events of the adventure? (42)

Asker has a question not from the list. (43)

Asker wants Blogger to choose a question from the list. (44)

I love your oc's! I hope you're enjoying the game as much as I am!

[trashpidgeon48]

Cornley Annie cast

Annie- Annie Twilloil

Mr. Warbucks- Chris Bean

Grace- Vanessa Wilcock-Wynn Carroway

Ms. Hannigan- Sandra Wilkinson

Rooster- Max Bennett

Lilly St. Regis- Lucy Grove

FDR/Bert Healy/ others- Dennis Tyde

Sandy/ Mr. Bundles/others- Robert Grove

Other Orphans- Cornley Elementary school children 

I just had a little thought, what if the CPDS did Annie, so then I cast it, I shall put my reasonings under the cut

Annie- 1. Haha Annie as Annie 2. Nancy has a very pretty singing voice 3. She works as a little girl, she’s short, spunky, and we’ve seen her as one before. Chris would also trust her as Annie.

Chris- I feel like he just works the best as Mr. Warbucks, in a similar way that we’ve seen him as a grumpy old man, and he is one.

Vanessa- She has a very pretty soprano voice and has that kind of kind elegance about her. Perfect for Grace.

Sandra- She’s sassy and has an ego, plus I think it would be fun for Sandra to play a true villain, we’ve seen her semi-villainous before, but not like an out there villain.

Max- He would be hilarious as rooster, I bet 10 bucks he would have the time of his life making those noises.

Lucy- She has so much potential, I think Lilly would be a nice role to push her out of her comfort zone. Plus she’d be paired with Max, who’s always very friendly and comforting

Dennis- FDR Dennis would be funny because he doesn’t have the gravitas and messing up the larger speeches would be very funny. Plus I put him as burt as well because Jono has a wonderful singing voice not heard much outside of MMNI.

Robert- I just feel like Robert would be on probation number 2 because of shooting chris, also Robert doesn’t have the best singing voice as seen in the Christmas special and the use of a live dub

Orphans- The kids were told they’d get a free couple days of school off if they participated.

[oloreaa]

Hi guys after @revenge-of-the-shit posted about the Chinese Star Wars novel I just want all of you to quickly to imagine a Wuxia/Xianxia but in the galaxy far far away, featuring:

Long panning landscape shots and big emphasis on like, woods and clouds

Someone flying over a bamboo grove (or similar flora) underneath a full moon/several moons

Bare-fisted warrior monk fighting against several assassins at once and winning

The sassy action girl cracking one-liners and deflecting blaster shots

The arrogant Kung-Fu prodigy that turns out to be nice

Some Elder saying things that sound crazy and incomprehensible and getting brushed off but it's actually Relevant To The Plot

Fans. A lot of fans.

Wispy hair trailing everywhere even when there is no wind and they're inside a room with no windows

Tragic sworn brothers who end up fighting, possibly trying to kill the other (why does this sound similar to RotS........)

Some homoeroticsm

Spitting blood once you get slightly injured/cough/get sick/get told bad news/a breeze passes and it's probably really random and weirdly graphic for no reason

Some evil chancellor but a really nice emperor that the main cast supports and tries to save

Kneeling in extreme weather to show contemplation or regret, please have someone add a sad song to this scene

A lot of deep conversations on a rooftop in the middle of the night while gazing into the other's eyes... if one of the characters is a Rodian, for example, that would be the point where the other poetically compares their eyes to stars...

Let's add some Manly Tears to everything, the hero starts crying dramatically the second someone dies, regardless of the moral alignment because ~Empathy~

Please let's have some ambiguous cross dressing where someone has to hide their gender and then having to disguise themselves as their original gender and then having to hide their real one AGAIN and it makes your head spin but fuck it if it's not funny as fuck (bonus if the species is super androgynous already, double bonus if is obvious as HELL)

More homoeroticsm but this time make it even more obvious aka lightsaber fights that are more flirting than actually fighting

Instant death by swallowing poison

Rooftop fighting under moonlight AGAIN because its FUN

A cliff scene because every Wuxia has a scene where someone flies off a cliff, falls off a cliff, jumps off a cliff, gets pushed off a cliff, you get the point; additionally, everyone magically survives the cliff fall

~peach blossom forest~

Also, if you wanna be really dramatic in the foreshadowing: ~plum blossom forest~

If there is no body of water (like, lake, river, hot springs, hot springs(tm), pools with some aquatic flowers then what are we even doing

Again: fans. The flashier the better

Anyways give me a Wuxia Star Wars show because they're fun and I want some representation🥰

[nacaratgames]

Hello there~ Not an ask(i think?), just wanted to let you know i enjoyed the game a lot! Played my first round yet though!need like ten more?lol

I enjoyed it very much! Dunno yet if i am making the right choices though haha wanted to romance our resident fox(total cutie!)but i don't know if that would be alright?poor baby!that two faced son of a bitch!now i don't wanna like make it worse?and i was flirty before(someone kill me pleaseee)now with that insight i feel like a creep tho(flinch) also he loves Vicky~ poor guy!

Vicky! i love her okay?like she is so weird?!i find her so endearing.. i want so bad to know how she felt before yk??like i choose to give her bamboo!!!lmao??!!how did that make her fall??!lol not gonna lie that part?super cute?!!i loved it a lot!wanna give her the others gifts to see what happens but probs gonna keep the bamboo grove as hc, i found it so cute~

I imagine the literal god of Origins going like: "Seriously?this one?they gave you grass for the love of..." lmao and Vicky all composture(?) "Yes" and the spirit mountain just chilling there..

Loved all the characters btw~ pretty dang worried about Dahua tho!she gonna be alright?!🥺

Qin is a sweety sassy lovely girl and i love her to bits~

Tysm for sharing~ 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 gotta replay rn!

Hi there~

Thanks for writing me! So glad you enjoyed the game and want to give it more runs. I'm all about that replay value~

(Spoiler) Last week, I made some edits to Chapter 7 that makes the relationship between A'Li and the False Mountain Spirit more ambiguous. The Spirit is intended to be a sympathetic villain. The original version did not leave open that possibility. (Spoiler End)

I'm glad you love Victoria, I'm surprised how many people like her. She would be glad you find her endearing too, I'm sure--she has been working on that for a few thousand years.

I won't pretend to understand the End of the Universe, but I can think of a few ways to interpret why Victoria selects your gifts. The other mountains give her gifts that are rare in the world, but abundant on their lands. You offer her what is precious and irreplaceable to you. Also, bamboo dies after it blooms. Maybe that appeals since she is an embodiment of death?

Yup, that's Victoria, deadpan to the end.

I just posted the end of the Panda Spirit arc, playable here. Tell me what happens to Dahua in your playthrough (and if anything in the world breaks. I'll fix that.)

[sciatu]

VICOLI IN SICILIA - Cefalù, Mazzara, Ortigia, Geraci Taormina, Castebuono

Forse quando eri bambino è capitato anche a te di avere coscienza di chi eri giocando lungo una strada. A me è successo cosi, lungo la strada che passando davanti alla nostra casa portava dalla curva che ostruiva la vista verso il mare, alla grande piazza dove la chiesa non faceva vedere i grandi monti verso cui la strada saliva. Lungo la strada io giocavo osservandola mutare con le stagioni e con le ore del giorno. Le grandi nubi gravide di pioggia e di sabbia del deserto, i contadini con il gilet di velluto e la coppola in testa a cavallo delle loro giumente arabe, le lunghe processioni con la banda musicale che piangeva di dolore, l silenzio irreale dei funerali, le moto chiassose come una festa, i venditori ambulanti con il loro canto monotone ed uguale, le macchine, gli animali che passavano indifferenti a noi umani, il passeggio delle ragazze seguite dai chiassosi ragazzi, l’odore del vino nuovo che ribolliva nelle botti, il sentore acre delle olive spremute, la carezza del profumo dei gelsomini nelle notti d’agosto, di tutto questo inconsapevolmente vivevo felice. Di una felicità primordiale e pura. Poi tutto cambiò, lasciai la strada. Allora d’improvviso fu il silenzio grande quanto un deserto, fatto di rumori che non capivo, profumi che non sentivo. Conobbi il bruciore dell’ansia, l’incertezza delle parole, il silenzio delle stanze, lenzuola fredde, attese inutili, giorni come le notti senza colori e sapori.

Poi sentii la Voce.

Non era la Voce di un Dio o di un diavolo, né quella delle cose o dei fantasma, non era la voce della nostalgia o della malinconia che d’amaro ricopre l’anima. Era la mia voce da bambino che dentro me parlava, diceva e raccontava. Quando l’ascoltavo ero ancora nella mia strada, nell’agrumeto dove i fiori sembravano stelle o nell’opulenza della vigna, lungo il torrente a cercare i granchi sotto i sassi levigati, nel frusciate delle felci sugli altopiani del bosco, nell’odore del sangue degli animali uccisi, nei tuoni che scuotevano il bosco, nel vagliare ritmico del grano, nel fuoco che urlava nel forno a legna, nel gocciolare dei tetti dopo la pioggia, nell’ urlare disperato dei vivi che piangevano i morti. E la voce diceva che io ero tutto questo, che potevo visitare ogni angolo del mondo, ma io restavo tutto questo, perché ne ero sua parte. Sono, sua atomica parte.

E la Voce mi parla sempre, racconta, canta, recita, è la cornice di ogni mia emozione, è le ali dei miei amori o dei miei sogni, è la maga che evoca e la madre che prega, ama ed odia e non mi lascia mai. Io, prima, non la capivo e lei mi seguiva sempre come ombra delle mie sensazioni e dove lei iniziava a dire, li il mondo, le persone, le cose, avevano un altro senso, la vita stessa aveva un'altra realtà. Ora io la seguo, ne capisco la forza e la seduzione, ne cerco il suono, scrivo il suo dire e con esso nutro il giorno e la notte, perché questo suo continuo andare di parola in parola è ormai la strada in cui ero cresciuto.

Forse è capitato anche a te di crescere in un luogo dove il mondo e la vita fluivano ora in un senso, ora in un altro e in questo continuo mutate e provarti, hai scoperto il senso di chi eri, hai sentito nascere in te una Voce eguale alla mia. Sarà sicuramente così perché se sei arrivato fino a qui ad ascoltarla, vuol dire che la mia Voce, è la tua.

Maybe when you were a child it happened to you too to be aware of who you were playing along a street. This is how it happened to me, along the road that, passing in front of our house, led from the curve that obstructed the view towards the sea, to the large square where the church did not show the great mountains towards which the road went up. Along the way I used to play watching the street change with the seasons and with the hours of the day. The great clouds pregnant with rain and sand of the desert, the peasants in velvet vests and flat caps riding their Arab mares, the long processions with the musical band crying with pain, the unreal silence of the funerals, the motorbikes noisy like a party, the street vendors with their monotonous and equal song, the cars, the animals that passed indifferent to us humans, the walk of the girls followed by the noisy boys, the smell of new wine bubbling in the barrels, the acrid scent of squeezed olives, the caress of the scent of jasmine in August nights, I unknowingly lived happily of all this. Of a primordial and pure happiness. Then everything changed, I left the road. Then suddenly there was silence as big as a desert, made of noises that I did not understand, scents that I did not hear. I knew the burning of anxiety, the uncertainty of words, the silence of the rooms, cold sheets, useless waiting, days like nights without colors and flavors.

Then I heard the Voice.

It was not the Voice of a God or a devil, nor that of things or ghosts, it was not the voice of nostalgia or melancholy that covers the soul with bitterness. It was my child's voice that spoke, said and told inside me. When I listened to it I was still in my street, in the citrus grove where the flowers looked like stars or in the opulence of the vineyard, along the stream looking for crabs under the smooth stones, in the rustle of the ferns on the woodlands, in the smell of blood of the killed animals, in the thunder that shook the wood, in the rhythmic sifting of the wheat, in the fire that screamed in the wood-burning oven, in the dripping of the roofs after the rain, in the desperate screaming of the living who mourned the dead. And the voice said that I was all of this, that I could visit every corner of the world, but I remained all this, because I was part of it. I am, its atomic part.

And the Voice always speaks to me, tells, sings, recites, it is the frame of all my emotions, it is the wings of my loves or my dreams, it is the sorceress who evokes and the mother who prays, loves and hates and does not leave me. never. Before, I did not understand her and she always followed me as a shadow of my feelings and where she began to say, there the world, people, things, had another meaning, life itself had another reality. Now I follow her, I understand her strength and seduction, I look for her sound, I write her words and with it I nourish the day and the night, because this constant going from word to word is now the street where I grew up .

Perhaps it also happened to you to grow up in a place where the world and life flowed now in one direction, now in another and in this continuous change and try yourself, you discovered the meaning of who you were, you felt a Voice being born in you same as mine. It will surely be like this because if you have come this far to listen to it, it means that my Voice is yours.

[omgsuperstarg]

Exodus(EXO)

Book: Kpop Heaven- One-Shots and Imagines

Author's Note

Hey everyone.......IM BACK!!!!!!!! It's been a while and I see the book is at 1K views, thank you so much for viewing and reading my work. It truly means a lot. I apologize for not being here but school took up a lot of my time and now with the COVID-19 virus in the air my college life is uncertain now so with the free time, ill use to update my stories and give yall new content.

The inspiration for this imagine comes from me watching the Exodus performance from their concert tour in 2015. I have the song on replay for the past week and it is a full-on dime. So imagine if you were the 10th member and was given a dance solo for this song.

Let's see shall we

Another tour has come and I'm so nervous, everything still seems like a dream and I always pinch myself to see if I'm still in reality.

Flashback

I was an SM trainee for 3 years but there weren't any girl groups that were able to match my skills so the SM CEO and EXO along with their manager decided to discuss having a female in their group. The group dynamic would be forever altered but from since their debut fans have speculated in who was the divine being from the MAMA debut era, that's where I came in. I was the 'one' who gave them their powers and gave them the mission to protect the TREE OF LIFE and also the earth which was their new home.

It took a while for the EXO-Ls to warm up to me but many fans loved the idea of having a girl in the group and the songs had a lot of depth since they have a girl to draw inspiration from.

Back to the present.......

Y/Ns POV

So here I am in 2015 with my group on the EXO'lution tour and we're at our latest stop, Tokyo Dome in Japan. The house is filled to the max and we're getting ready to perform Exodus but for this song, it will be just the guys while I'm the one they're gonna chase after which is going to be lots of fun, although I'm very nervous. I've been practising the solo for weeks and kai has been helping a lot with the partner work which is very touchy and flirtatious. The only thing I can do is trust myself and have fun.

       The song comes to an end and the piano intro of Exodus begins to play and I strut onto the stage ready to do my solo and make the boys fall in love. I start my dance with Sehun and move on to each guy being a tease and them being flirty with me. It's no secret that some of the members do have little crushes on me and its super fun to make them weak in the knees.

Now here's the tough part...the bridge solo. Kai walks up to me with all the swagger, playboy and dancing suave he has and pulls me into his arms and I can't deny, I'm fully melting in his arms but I have to maintain the character. We both began to dance more intimately and the  EXO-Ls went crazy over it. I then kissed Kai on his cheek which caused him to fall to knees as to assume my affection made him weak. I continue to flutter around the stage dancing and making each member fall for my charms.

The song was reaching its end as well as my solo so I finished my flawless performance with a flirty look and a sassy walk-off stage and the roar of the crowd behind me.  Staff then came to wipe my face, touch up my make up and assist me in changing into my next outfit for the night. After two hours another magical night of music, surprises, laughs and tears came to an end. The staff and our manager congratulated us all on another successful concert day, we all decided to go get dinner suddenly Kai decided to take my hand and place a kiss upon it to make me blush while the rest of the males teased him. I laughed being happy and thankful to have this chaotic and loving family and I wouldn't want it any other way

Author's note- Hey guys I hope you liked it and I'm sorry for it being so short but I'm slowly getting back into the writing grove :)

[mackenzieparker]

ok lets do this one more time, yeah? for real this time. this is it. my name is nika (she/hers, est). i like to write and hang out cool communities like this and for the last first time, i have brought a brand new muse to y’all. below you’ll find all the details on a ms. mackenzie “mack” rae parker, plucky country gal and badass babe. please love me and her and smash that like button or send me a dm (discord ichoosenikachu#4859 )  to plot.

( tw: drunk driver, death, sexism )

B A C K S T O R Y →

meet mackenzie rae parker, born august 17, 1989 in grove, oklahoma. mack (as she’s gone by since she was a kid and it won’t be changing anytime soon) was born to two loving parents Steven and Margaret Parker, the youngest daughter of three boys: morgan, matthew, and merritt. yes, her parents did have a thing for m names--and no, it didn’t help her momma remember her name any better, like they told their kids growing up. 

Maggie and Steve loved their daughter--their whole family, really--to bits and pieces. It had been Maggie’s dream to have a little girl when the couple first got together and when they had first received the ultrasound, well, they were overjoyed. When Mackenzie came into the world, there was cause for joyous celebration and laughter. Everyone was happy the Parker’s finally had a little pink bundle of joy. 

Little Mackenzie’s personality was--well, let’s just say she had never been one to shy away from an exciting situation. Her brothers’ had taught her early on that life wouldn’t always be easy so she had to be tough enough to take it head on. In fact, they made it a point to remind her whenever they had a chance. Buts she was also their little sister, and fiercely protective of her. And while it annoyed Mack to no end, she adored her brothers endlessly. 

Mack may not have been the strongest Parker in the household, but next to her Momma she was the wittiest. Her comebacks were always sharp and as she grew up, she honed her sarcastic, dry wit in addition to her own athletic talent.

Mack loved her Momma. In fact, if she had to pick favorites her Momma would have won every time. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her father. Her father was a good man--he was a local mechanic at Grove Automotive, always greeted everyone with a smile and cared deeply for his family. But Mack and him were never as close as she was with her momma. Maggie understood her daughter’s firey nature but compassionate heart and saw the way it warred within her--especially after she’d gotten into a fight with one of her brothers. 

( tw: drunk driving & death ) When Mack was twelve, though--tragedy struck. Maggie was on her back from work after parent teacher conferences; she was the local kindergarten teacher at Grove Elementary, when a drunk drive t-boned her car and Maggie was killed on impact. thankfully (if one can say that in this situation) no one else was in the car. but suddenly the Parker family had lost its matriarch and Mack, the one person who might have been able to understand her. 

She had always grown up as a tomboy--a fact that even her momma, a woman who had been raised in South Carolina to rather traditional parents couldn’t stamp out of her. But even so, after Maggie Parker passed on, Mack became even more of one, almost shunning all that was feminine away from her, as if any reminder of her mother would be the end of her as she knew it. And, for her, it might have been. It was no secret she had been the closest to Maggie--and her death hit her the hardest. Mack got rid of all her dresses, all her skirts, anything that reminded her of her mother--save for the small box of photos and momentos she kept heavily hidden under her bed. On her worst days, she’d pull the box out and talk to the photo of her Momma--it was the only time the blonde ever outwardly expressed emotions, specifically crying. 

To distract herself from the grief, Mack threw herself into everything she could in high school--archery, debate, robotics club, anything to keep her mind off of the encroaching cloud that now lived around her heart. It was in Robotics club, though, she learned she had a real knack for using her hands. She had learned early on about cars and the like--her father’s occupation and brothers’ fascination with the thing gave her unparalleled access to a number of cars being torn apart and rebuilt from the ground up. But Mack--Mack was always more excited about what flew above their heads than right next to them. A junior in high school, she had made the choice that she wanted to be an engineer--one who would eventually design an entire new fleet of Boeing Jets for commercial use. She had only ever flown on a jet once--to see her grandparents after her momma’s passing--but it had been the only thing to give her relief from her sadness that day. It’s where her love affair with aviation began. 

Mack graduated top of her class (nerd, her brothers would always joke) and soon found herself enrolled in the University of Oklahoma’s prized engineering program (boomer sooner!). Of course, she wanted to stay close to home--one, to keep the costs down but two, leaving her family felt wrong, even six years later. And for the most part, Mack loved it. She got involved in all sorts of things--engineering clubs, intramural sports, and even, yes, a sorority. It went against all the things she hated in relation to femininity, but her mother had spoken so highly of her experiences in the organization, and Mack felt a pull to join her. To her surprise, she didn’t hate it--and it was with those women she really started to learn about feminism. 

You see, when Mack would go home, all the women in town would ask her about if she was seeing a boy. Mack had never understood why it mattered so much if she had a boyfriend or not--she was getting her degree in mechanical engineering, wasn’t that a tad bit more impressive than whatever guy she might be seeing? But soon, it occurred to her that the women in town would never understand anything other than her finding her future husband at school. The fact shocked her, considering it had never occurred to her in the slightest that she’d ever go to school to get a husband in the first place. After the shock worn down, it enraged her and made her work harder. Because now, she was getting disparaging comments from the folks back home and the men in her internships and co-ops. Women can’t build things--they’ll break a nail. Why are you in pants? Your legs would look better in a skirt. Mack had never been one to bit her tongue, and on more than one occasion was able to test out what her brothers’ had taught her growing up. No one was going to tell Mack what she could or could not do. And certainly not because of her gender. 

Mack eventually graduated college--though deeply in debt thanks to all those added fees for science labs #thanksUofOklahoma--but realized that going back home would never be realistic for her. So, she packed up her truck, Betsy, and headed west. Originally, she had meant to go to Seattle or Portland--that’s where Boeing was, that’s where her dream landed. But something about Charming, CA caught her eye--and she found herself intrigued. Plus, it sure didn’t hurt that no one seemed to care when she applied to work as a mechanic in their autoshop. Now she’s been here about 8 years and she hasn’t grown sick of it yet. She still has dreams of working for Boeing, but as she grows more comfortable in Charming, they seem to be slipping to the wayside. 

Mack’s vibe is...well, she’s a loyal friend, a good listener and kind, though not sunshine and rainbows. Growing up without her mom really changed her--she still had a compassionate heart but it’s not as obvious as it once was. She’s still sassy, sarcastic and witty, but she is friendly as well. Smart too--and a bit of a nerd, loves herself some comics and documentaries. all around, she’s genuinely a good egg, just a little...rough around the edges at times. 

H E A D C A N O N S →

Mack never, ever goes by Mackenzie. In fact, you’ll never know its her full name unless she drops her ID. The only person you’ll ever hear call her that is her father--or brothers--when something is wrong. 

Her favorite food is chicken cordon bleu. She knows it sounds fancy but literally, her favorite is the one where you buy it frozen and pop it in the oven. She is a simple gal, truly. 

Her favorite shoes are her various pairs of converse, although for work she can be seen wearing docs so she doesn’t get oil all over her shoes. 

Betsy, her truck, is very special to her--she takes extra good care of it. She’s a 1967 Chevy C10 Pickup in a robin’s egg blue color--and her pride and joy.

Even though she loves her truck no matter what, the woman has worked on enough bikes for the various motorcycle clubs around town to know that if she had even gotten enough money--she’d get herself a nice bike. Flying down the road on open asphalt? Doesn’t get better than that. 

Mack loves classic rock. Like love loves it--but also the women of the 90′s like Alanis Morisette, Liz Phair, The Cranberries--she loves a good women rock group. 

P L O T S →

friends

exes

situationships/flirtationships

fwb

slowburn

coworkers

any connections to the motorcycle gang

literally i suck at listing plots out, just hit me up and i’ll be EXCITED TO PLOT!

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Meeting Roman Godfrey

Chapter 1

Warning - cursing.

I never thought I’d miss traffic and noise. I always took it all for granted, hated it even. But now itd be a welcome old friend. Instead here i was, in a town with a handful of stop lights and not even one mall. You had to go on a road trip, to experience civilization, but I loved my uncle and he needed me... even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

I spotted a Barnes and Noble and actually squealed in excitement. i pulled up in my big body Benz and looked a little bit out of place, but i didnt care. My car was understated low profile over the top. With its clear panoramic sunroof, so much technology, and ambiance lighting, id always kid with my uncle that i needed it for my mental health. Really I was terribly spoiled and I knew it, yet I appreciated it and never tried to rub it anyone’s face and NEVER bragged.

inside there was a shockingly big lego display and i remembered how much i used to love assembling complicated structures, while most girls played wth dolls. People never interested me, like how machines and structures did. While most little girl wanted to play with dollies and imagine scenarios about their weddings and husbands, I was trying to improve my laptop (catching a few on fire in my early years).

I walked over and spotted a gigantic Death Star set and clapped in delight, when i heard a chuckle behind me. I turned around to find the best looking man I’d ever seen, dressed in a very nice suit for New York, let alone this shit hole town. He didnt waver or look away when i looked at him and almost looked as though he were daring me to look away. My god he was shockingly gorgeous but looks never have intimidated me, not much of anything does.

“What’s funny?” I asked looking him dead in the eye.

“You.” He smirked.

“Your face is funny.” i huffed and rolled my eyes. Who did he think he was? Green eyed, puffy lipped bastard.

To my surprise he laughed and looked me up and down. Assessed me like i was livestock. sizing me up and trying to decide if he could break me. 

“I’m Roman.”

“I’m American.” I replied.

“No my name is Roman.” He laughed heartily. An amused twinkle in his eye.

He really had the best smile, and I really have a thing for noses, if you think about it, its the most imprtant facial feature. A nose can make or break a face, and his cute little slightly upturned nose with its perfect symmetry was for sure making it. combine that with gorgeous green eyes, long lashes, defined bone structure and standing at least 6′3″ he must be one of the biggest pains in the ass, this side of the Mississippi!

 If i was the type to give a shit, I might feel self conscious in my velvet Juicy track suit with my hair in a sloppy pony tail and not even a stitch of make up but luckily i was not. Why pretty boy wanted to trade names, probably had nothing to do with me, and much more to do with what he could get out of me. I usually didn’t pay much attention to anyone of the opposite sex, I just didn’t have the patience or interest, but something about this one...

“Generally when I tell someone my name, they oblige me with their own.” He said staring into my eyes with such an intensity that I reacted almost involuntarily.

I have a defect. If someone tries to tell me what to do or control me, I am not fucking having it. Authority has always been an issue, and this was no different. I bet he isnt used to being ignored, and i do enjoy helping people expand their horizons so i turned around and acted like I hadnt heard him.

He walked in front of me, blocking my view of the legos and ducked down a bit to get eye contact. He’s either crazy or incredibly confident. I raised my eyebrows as if to say “can i help you” and I know my face was absolutely sassy.

His face hardened “tell me. Your. Name.” He said slowly and deliberately.

Now it was my turn to laugh. I looked at him to see the smile or just kiddding , but it never came... WOW. So I leaned my face a couple inches from his face and I said “ha. Ha. Ha.”

The look on his face was absolutely priceless and just as I was about to walk away victorious, his nose began to bleed. Probably a coke head, i thought but I was pretty bored in this town so I figured I’d give him the benefit of the doubt and help him out. 

“Oh shit, your nose is bleeding.” i said lookinbg around for any type of tissue, when i noticed we were right next to the restrooms.

“What? Seriously? Can you get it?” he implored looking all frightened, dare I say fragile.

Without any hesitation, I wiped the blood from his face. “Come with me, we need tissue, bathroom is right here. Look up and hold your nose.” I grabbed his hand and recieved a shock. static electricity stayed with me a lot and often scared people but he didnt even flinch. He laced his fingers in mine as if it were the most natural thing in the world and i led him to the bathroom.

Once inside, I grabbed some tissues and directed him to stand over the sink. I wet some paper towels and wiped away the blood and then took took the dry tissues and pushed his head back and crammed little tissue torpedos in his perfect little nose. 

“Gotta admit, this is new.” He quipped, admiring my handy work in the mirror and laughing in spite of himself. 

“What? Bloody nose or a girl not being putty in your manicured hands?”

“Um.... all of it. You don’t listen, you’re kind of rude, but then when theres an issue, you dont hesitate to help and then you’re taking better care of my nose bleed than anyone. no one really takes charge with me.... and now I’m in a bathroom with a woman and we aren’t fucking.” He laughed again.

“Fucking. Classy. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you were the Godfrey asshole everyone keeps telling me about.” Ever since I’d arrived at Hemlock grove, I’d heard Godfrey this and Godfrey that. Their name was on everything and I’d heard the son was like a 21 year old gorgeous ladies man that was as kind as he was humble. 

His face fell into a frown.

“I see that’s the general consensus about that guy. Cheer up Charlie, your nose stopped bleeding most likely, let me just pull these out. i gently pulled the tissues from his nose and waited for blood but none came. “Boom mothafucka its on!” i laughed at my own ridiculousness before turning and washing my hands.

“You are ridiculous” he stated matter of factly. 

Roman stood there quietly thinking. I could almost feel the wheels turning in his head. His mood had completely changed at the mention of the Godfrey kid.Maybe his family had lost everything because of them too or the guy stole this guys girl, i felt a little guilty so i relented a tiny bit.

“Hey listen, Roman was it?” He nodded and bit his lip. oh he knows what hes doing. boy he was trouble “I’m sorry if the Godfrey’s are a sore subject. I don’t know anything about anybody here. I’m just helping out my crazy uncle that fell down his basement stairs and broke his hands and neck. I’m from the west coast and this dreary fucking place isn’t exactly my cup of tea. I don’t know why I’m rude before I’m polite but it’s involuntary. My name is Letha, it’s like Lisa with a lisp and now I’ve officially over shared.” I could feel my face turning red. Why was He making me such an awkward mess? My God this WAS new.

suddenly he grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me in stopping just an inch away from my face. “Who put you up to this?” He asked with such venom in his voice it made me flinch. “WHO!?!?!” He screamed in my face.

I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. My mind raced and I began to panic. No one has ever screamed in my face like this and I didn’t like it and yet, the way his eyes searched mine and the tenseness in his body and just sheer panic made me do something I hardly ever did. Especially to a crazy stranger in the bathroom, but I had the overwhelming NEED to hug him. I fought past his hands trying to hold my shoulders in kind of a silly slap fight and grabbed him around the waist and buried my head in his shoulder. He smelled so good.This was outright crazy behavior for me, and i was confusing myself but if i tried to not think, it almost felt nice. A tense minute passed with me holding him as he calmed his breathing with his arms raised. If anyone walked in, it’d be pretty weird.

“Nobody sent me you nut job! Hug me back, you need a hug. And I am NOT a hugger.” i squeezed even harder, nuzzling my face into his collar, his chin gently resting on my head.

His arms hesitantly closed around my back and then he crushed me into a deep embrace. He really did need a hug. “You ok now crazy?” I asked trying to pull back to look at his face but he held me fast. He started to shudder a bit and it was then I felt the moisture hitting my forehead. 

Was this crazy ass dude crying? Oh no he was really crazy. Shit shit shit. Good job Letha, you’re gonna get murdered in a bookstore bathroom in shit hole Pennsylvania on a Friday afternoon. Why did you hug this fucking guy? Are you crazy?

Roman loosened his grip and looked deep in my eyes searching for something. What? Im unsure, but he must of found it, because he laughed and looked almost sweet, except tears were running down his face and a moment earlier he screamed at me. Boy I can pick em.

“Well Ms Letha, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’d love nothing more than to take you out this evening wherever you want to go. Before you refuse, I assure you I’m not crazy, it’s just I had a cousin named Letha, which I’m sure you’re aware is an unusual name, that I loved very much and she passed and I’m sorry. It caught me off guard.”

I had heard about that Letha. Everyone that found out my name, told me about Letha Godfrey, the Godfrey girl that was as kind as she was beautiful, but tragically got knocked up and lost her mind talking about angels being the father, and dating some weirdo outcast. when she went to give birth in the familys intimidating skyscraper medical facility, she mysteriously died and so did her baby.

“You’re the Godfrey kid.” I practically whispered staring at him with wide eyes as I tried to recall what I’d said about him TO him.

“Hardly a kid anymore I think.” He smiled. He was so handsome, it was freaking me out. “What’s your phone number? I have to run to the white tower, and then I’m all yours.”

I knew better. He was too good looking and too rich and too everything but something told me he needed me. I know it sounds crazy but I believed in my heart and soul, this perfect beautiful fucking legend of a man needed me. I can’t explain why. I told him my number and turned to walk out of the bathroom, but he grabbed my hand.

“Please answer.” He pleaded pressing a kiss to my hand. He wasn’t trying to make me do anything now. He was giving the power over to me and i was honestly taken aback a bit by the almost desperate look in his eyes. I knew in my heart, he genuinely needed me, but for what?

I can’t explain the feeling I felt in that bathroom with this man, but when I say I felt a deeper connection to him than I’d ever felt in my 22 years on this earth, I mean it. It was thrilling, and scary, and strange. I smiled at him and nodded my head.I tried to lie to myself and act like i wasnt going to answer but dammit I so was. 

Maybe it would work in my best interests favor that my uncles’ home was 50 miles outside of town in a very isolated area so I doubted once I told him where hed have to pick me up, he’d actually follow through.

He didn’t follow me out of the bathroom and I just made a bee line for my car. I had to go. I couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear. The cashier smirked at me with what I suspect a knowing glance. Boy oh boy did I know better than to get involved with this guy, but what was the worst that could happen?

[pokemagines]

takumi, gaius, henry, robin, & soren + summoner using their confession lines

anon asked: “I absolutely love this blog I'm so glad I found it!!! If at all possible can I have a summoner that has played the games using a characters confession line against them? Like with Takumi, Gaius, Henry, and any others that you like? Oh and what if the summoner creates ones for the characters who don’t have one like Grima/Robin, Alphonse, Corrin, Ect.”

a/n: y’all i am So Tired.... work is really Like That huh? OH and i got a kitten too recently!! we names her loki bc she’s v mischievous lmao --mod touko

also: i was rereading takumi’s confession line for this and i SCREAMED the japanese version he literally calls u sister i’m!!!! that is NOT okay sdkjhgfkfgjls

takumi: 

you’ve known about his crush on you for the longest time, as it’s not really subtle. he always gets flustered whenever you get near him, yelling something about you distracting him in order to try and get you to not be so close to him. (it’s embarrassing to him for you to see him all flustered).

so, you decide to confess to him first, but, not knowing what to say, you decide to tease him a bit and use words you know he’s said to corrin in another lifetime. you grab both his hands, making him look you in the eyes while you say it.    + “if you were aiming for my heart, you’ve struck true... this was meant to be...”

takumi is quiet for a moment, before laughing. you’re confused, wondering if this is him rejecting you (even though you were sure he liked you... could you have been wrong?)     + “i’m sorry but that was kind of cheesy!” he says inbetween laughs, “is this how people confess in your world?” you just kind of... blank out and don’t have the heart to tell him that that is in fact his own line.       “you’re such a jerk takumi!” you jest, lightly punching him in the ribs. he ruffles your your hair, smirking down at you.      “yeah, but i’m your jerk.”      “oh c’mon that was worse than y- i mean, my line!”

gaius:

gaius aka “i have the cheesiest confession line ever” took a while to warm up to you (he’s very skeptical about forging bonds with people). he’s not the best in battle, but he is good at sneaking behind enemy lines and collecting intel for you, which is how the two of you became close. he even gave you a nickname -- “honey” because of your love of the sweet candies he makes. (it’s been misinterpreted by people many times).

one day, the two of you are talking about the worst romantic experiences you’ve ever had -- gaius’s was where he once thought frederick was into him because he wouldn’t stop following him around and staring at him, turns out the knight just thought he was going to break into the royal treasury.     + “well, once this guy confessed his love to me by saying “baby you’re a river of chocolate in an ocean of cream... i’m going to steal your heart on a daily basis.”      “...what’s wrong with that? it’s kind of sweet, i guess?”      “gaius what the heck that’s literally the cheesiest line in the entire world... seriously, you couldn’t have thought up anything... sweeter than that?”      “wait, what do you mean by “you”... did i say that when i was drunk or something???”

after you let that slip and explain to gaius that fire emblem is a game in your world he promises to write you up something 100x better than game gaius could ever think of. you highly doubt it. 

henry:

henry seems to have taken a liking to you as you both quickly bonded over the sharing of very fatalistic humor (which some of the other heroes found very odd but they were too afraid of henry to point it out). the two of you had a mutual crush on each other, and you thought of no better way to confess than using his own words -- plus, it’d be funny to see his reaction.

you have the perfect opportunity when you see henry outside by himself, talking to a group of ravens. the raven stare menacingly at you as you get closer to the white-haired boy, but you don’t feel unnerved until he actual stands up and smiles at you, then you know what you have to do.    + “henry... i’ve been meaning to tell you something all day.” you nervously shift your weight from left to right. taking a deep breath, you swallow your pride and grab his hands, forcing yourself to look into his deep brown eyes. “i’ll love you with every ounce of my blood until i die...” silence. then you hear henry make a tut noise.       “aw rats! i was going to say that exact thing to you!” you see him pout, but you doubt he means it. “are you a psychic or something? c’mon tell me! if we’re gonna be together til death do us part, i’ve gotta know all your secrets... even the gross ones!”       “yes henry. i can read your mind. everyone in my world has a superpower, you know.” you joke, knowing he’ll take the bait.      “no way!! that is so cool! alright can you read my mind now?”      “you’re thinking that if you could have a superpower it would be necromancy, am i right?” he looks at you in awe.      “no way! no way! ooh, can we go read other people’s minds now! we can find out all their dark secrets... you’re really something special, babe!”

robin:

robin always offered to help you out with tactics. even when she was first summoned, she’d be by your side, helping you draw up routes and giving you advice on how to win the battle while also keeping everyone alive. 

it didn’t take long for you to fall for her, hard. she was the full package: smart, sassy, gorgeous beyond belief... everything about her drew you in more, until one day you couldn’t take bottling up your feelings anymore, and you decide to tell her.     + “ah! summoner, just the girl/guy i wanted to see! i was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me? there’s this really pretty grove of flowers i saw outside and i was wondering if you wanted to see them with me?” she’s not wearing her thick tactician cloak and you can see just how beautiful she really is, dark skin, freckles littered all over her shoulders... she’s breathtaking. you feel your head start to spin. “...if you don’t want to do that we could always--”      “no! i-i’d love too! i just have to tell you something first...” she nods, insisting for you to go on, and you take a deep breath: “hm... it seems i’ve found myself in a situation where i must admit defeat. very well, my heart is yours.” robin flushes a bit at your odd confession, before laughing quietly to herself.      “i’m sorry, for a moment there i thought you were another version of me!” she puts a hand on your shoulder, “not the way i saw this going, but it was cute!” she leans up and pecks you on the cheek. “so, you want to get some lunch with me, dear?” the way she says the word makes you melt, and you can only answer with a quiet.      “mhm.”

soren: 

soren and you have a rivalry of sorts, that started from the moment alfonse chose your plan over his. he sees you as a much inferior tactician, as he’s been studying his whole life and you’ve been studying for... well, as long as you’ve been in askr. he sees you as a hack running off luck.

it’s not until he goes to return a book late at night and sees you studying, eyes bloodshot and hardly able to stay awake that he realizes how hard you’re trying. he swallows his pride and sits down, asking about how you manage to come up with strategies despite having little to no knowledge on how the battlefield works. you perk up (as best as you can) and tell him how you come up with your strategies. he listens, and finds you not as insufferable as he once thought... maybe...

you know he has feelings for you. it’s evident how he sticks by your side, despite saying biting words towards you at times, he slowly but surely starts opening up to you. even ike (dense as he can be) seems to take notice, and teases his strategist about it.

of course, you know he won’t be the first one to confess because of how much of a tsundere he can be, so you take it into your own hands to tell him how you feel.    + “if you’ve come to pester me again, i’m busy.” he says curtly, but still moves over to where there was enough room for you to sit down. soren doesn’t look at you, but you can see a slight blush creep up on his cheeks.       “riiiiiight. so i’m guessing these week-old maps are keeping you busy? wait, is that a drawing of me in the corner?” he flusters immediately, ripping up the maps into little pieces. you chuckle, and he hisses, glaring at you as if to dare you to mention it again. you sit beside him on his work bench. “i came for a much different reason, i have to tell you how i feel--”      “why should i care about your feelings?      “because i like you. a lot.”      “just as you have to like everyone in the army. if that is all you can go now.” you would never have feelings for him, right?      “no, gods soren... do you want me to put it in words you can understand?” you put on your best impression of soren’s voice. “how did you do it? you’ve somehow... sorry, i should try and be nice since i-- i like you, okay? don’t make me say it again.” you giggle, “that’s how i think you would confess to someone, anyways.” you look at soren who’s completely flushed. he’s never had someone who liked him romantically before, heck, he’s only had one friend his whole life! what was he supposed to say?      “i guess the feeling is mutual.” he pouts, composing himself, “but that impression of me was gods-awful.”      “now that we’re dating, get used to hearing bad impressions alllllll day.” you link your pinky in his, and wink at him.      “now wait a minute!”

[sliverinnocence]

{dove cameron; female; straight} look who arrive in cedar grove it’s katie knight. she is eighteen years old and a canon character from big time rush. i heard that she can be peppy, but she can also be sassy. i hope she doesn’t cause too much trouble in this town.

tigger warnings : eating disorder ,anorexia

she was born in minnesota.

katie is set five years after big time dreams

katie is still the same sweet loveable mischievous scheming girl she always been

still helps logan,james,carlos and kendall from time to time

her full name is katherine alexa knight but she prefers to go by katie rather then katherine

no one calls her katherine anymore and prefers it stays that way

even when her father was around in her life he wasn’t around .

once she was one yeras old her father started to disappeared  randomly then reappear it turns out he was having a affair with another woman . once she hit two he disappeared  for good .

when katie was sixteen and the boys went on a long tour ,she had became depressed , kids were bullying her pretty badly calling her ugly,telling she needed to watch her weight ect and where saying lots of stuff that wasn’t true  but katie couldn’t help but believe them.   within the first month they were away she developed an eating disorder . it got so bad that she became about obsess about how much weight and what she eat . at one point she just stop eating Breakfast,Lunch and Dinner.three weeks later she ended up in the Hospital

when the guys came home she acted like normal so they weren’t worried about her , she never told them because she didn’t want them to think any differently about her

she has gotten somewhat better  but one wrong move and everything can go downhill 

because of her father katie developed trust issues . they are towards the male population.she only trust a few males beside her brother . she trusts  his best friends logan,james and carlos.

she always is afraid of of being in a relationship and can’t help but feel like history will repeat itself . sure she been on a few dates in the past but nothing more then that .

[miishtis]

oK wooow hello it’s nina ! again ! hitting you with another baby & i know you guys are probably thinking “damn, another one ?! you can barely handle TWO !” and to that i have to say....... i have a problem. even though i love me some mESSY ass people, mishti is a little different from the others. but you can read about that below. without further ado i’d like to welcome my newest child: mishti rahman !

♡ unlike nicola & more like dove she’s actually a really chill person and will sometimes have her relatable moments. she’s a loyal ass person and cares way too much for people ! even if they’re toxic in her life she’d just welcomes everyone with open arms. ♡ she has a sassy personality and is full of nothing but sarcasm. usually she won’t even realize it. serious talks ? sarcasm !  wanna have a one on one moment ? full of sass. she’s basically just too much.  ♡ seeing as her label is the bellwether, she’s HIGHLY into fashion and makeup. girl, ya gotta cut your creases right or she’s going to be on your ass and give you tons of tips ! it’s her passion, you can always see her with a makeup bag stalked away in her purse or shopping at the grove ! ♡ she doesn’t really believe in love. it’ll take some hard convincing from her to believe that. she’s had trouble with relationships in the past & never had that feeling. it also has to do with her parents, growing up with two people who are constantly at each others throats is usually not the best relationship to look up to. she’s actually a very broken person. ♡ with that being said she’s not opposed to little flings ! but she’s noncommittal. making out with others, sleeping around ( psa ! i’m not comfortable with doing smut on the dash so like we can talk about it & figure things out ! ) & having seasonal flings, possibly even sugar daddies are welcomed. but once things get serious or are heading that way she’ll call it quits. she ONLY wants to focus on herself. ♡ she’s also very fucking frustrating because she’s the type of girl you’d want to take home to your parents ! independent, smart, & trustworthy. she won’t let you down. ♡ she LOVES travelling, and by that i mean she’s hardly ever around hollywood. you can catch her usually on snapchat or through a QUICK facetime video ! if you wanna vaca with her she’s always down ‘cause there’s not one place she hasn’t been & she’ll show you around like a local ! ♡ most of the time she’s very lively & will strike up a conversation anytime. she talks WAY more than she’s supposed to which isn’t bad nor good. it’s more of an in between. she’ll rant about the littlest things or talk about the randomest things. she’s usually positive and upbeat, definitely not a negative person. NOW it’s when she’s quiet that you have to worry.

♡ WANTED CONNECTIONS ♡ friendships, childhood friends, exes that left things off on good terms, exes that left things off on bad terms, benefit relationship ( minus the friend part ), friends that flirt, enemies, crushes, pr relationship, POSSIBLY  a sugar daddy ?! honest, i’m pretty much welcome to anything !

[endlessnevrakis]

hi! i was tagged by the lovely @musicallisto so here we go

1. How long have you been on Tumblr and why did you choose your handle? 

well, i've had several tumblr accounts and i guess i made the first one 3 or 4 years ago (those were some really dark times, my friends). as for my choices blog, i've had one before this that i was stupid enough to delete (why am i like this) and now, here we are. my handle is part my fave choices book and part the name of someone that i just identify myself with way too well. #protectolivianevrakisatallcosts2018

 2/3. Gender/Age.

i'm a girl, soon to be 18. :))

 4/5. Where do you live/Where did you grow?

i grew up and i'm living in romania.

 6. Relationship status/Sexual orientation?

straight and as single as a pringle (idk if this makes sense, but in my head it sounded nice)

 7. Any children?

i'm too young to think about this now, but the answer is NO in proportion of 70%. this might change as i grow older, but i'm pretty sure that i won't EVER, EVER, EVER have more than 1 child.

 8. Any pets?

unfortunately, no, but i love cats more than i love A LOT of people.

9. Dream job?

i'm torn between fashion industry (designer) and forensics.

 10. Actual occupation?

highschool junior :))

 11. Favorite movie?

one of my faves is definitely Titanic. i've watched it for the first time when i was probably like 13 and i cried my eyes out and idk, to this day, it still has a special place in my heart (i've seen it like 7 times and i still get emotional toward the end, EVERY SINGLE TIME). another one that messed with my emotions forever is The Green Mile (a damn masterpiece) and i just... yeah, it hit me really hard. i also loved The Pianist and Schindler's List.

 12. Favorite current TV show?

i haven't watched a tv show in so long (tv shows are not really my cup of tea, I KNOW, SHOCKING), but the last one i've watched was hemlock grove and it was pretty interesting (ALSO, CAN WE TALK ABOUT BILL SKARSGÅRD??)

 13. Current song stuck in your head?

smooth by santana. (because i just associate it with zig's perspective over mc and their love and i just–)

 14. Favorite food?

honestly, anything that's sweet, tbh??

 15. Early bird or night owl?

night owl *sigh*

 16. Celebrity crush?

BILL FCKEN SKARSGÅRD (if you couldn't already tell)

Santiago Segura (i blame tumblr for this one, now i'm in too deep, i can't get out and i don't even want to)

Herman Tømmeraas (HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOI??)

Harry Styles (13 year old me just started tearing up, like a proud mother)

 17. Hobbies?

drawing (mostly fashion sketches), reading (it's whether crime novels or tumblr fanfictions, there's no in between) and writing (fanfiction, ofc, who do you think i am?). i also watch the same old vine compilations over and over again, like 4-5 times a week.

 18. Funny fact about you that people don’t know?

idk if it's funny (it's probably not), but it's definitely something that a lot of people don't know about me. i'm pretty much a female version of jake mckenzie, hiding under layers of sarcasm and sassy remarks, but i'm actually just an emotional mess who loves cats, books and red wine.

 19. High school nickname?

lav, it's a short version of my name.

 20. What do you do on tumblr?

reblog a ton of memes, complain about how much i need es and mw2 (which means that i complain a lot), read fanfiction and, starting sometime soon, i'll also post some pieces of what i write.

i tag @zigmundortega @priya-lacroix @angstymarshmallow @topgunsprincess @andykangs and, tbh, whover reads this

[kkecreads]

Published: December 8, 2020 Kindle Edition I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Katana Collins used to steal her mom's harlequin romance novels as a little girl to read about tough leading ladies and their handsome men. Now, she writes what she always dreamed of reading: smart, strong, sassy women and capable and loving men. “I smiled. Grinch: 1. Cindy Lou Who: 0.” Avery loves Christmas, which is perfect since she manages a Christmas toy store. It’s Christmas all year long! As Christmas fest gets ready to kick-off, Avery’s routine gets shuffled when Chris, the owner's son, comes strolling into town. Now, Avery’s Christmas sparkle will need a Christmas miracle to get Mr. Grinch himself to see the beauty in the most magical time of the year. This is seriously the perfect type of romance book. A strong leading lady, smart, sassy, capable of taking care of herself, and a leading man who isn’t intimidated by a strong woman. The plot of this book was so festive and sweet. The town is described in such a friendly and cheerful way that you feel the excitement that only Christmas can create. The characters are so well written, and the plot moves at such a nice pace. There is humor, heart, and steam within these pages. As we watch Avery and Chris realize they should be together, we also fall in love with the town of Maple Grove and the citizens. This is the first book I’ve read from Katana Collins, but I am looking forward to reading other books from her collection. She is a talented writer who creates such vivid and charming scenarios that capture your heart. The last couple of chapters of this book were so beautiful, and I teared up more than once. This book is heartwarming, refreshing, and steamy. Prepare yourself, and this story will deck your halls in so many ways!