#how do I take care of a rabbit while I'm on a road trip...

[ipavedtheroad]

this is my new rabbit senor scratchy. no, I didn't put eyeliner on him, he just came like that.

cool that we match tho!

[hunieday]

Yuki - Daily Life Rabbit chat part 4 - Re:vale and flower crowns

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Maneko-chan, do you like going on drives?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work. I do enjoy driving, so I go on drives quite often!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Is there something I can help you with?

Yuki: Momo and I both managed to get a day off together this weekend.

Yuki: We thought it’d be nice to go on a drive.

Takanashi Tsumugi: I’m glad you managed to take a day off! Good for you…!

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

Yuki: Thank you.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Have you decided on where you’re going?

Yuki: Not yet.

Yuki: I'm considering several options

Yuki: Maneko-chan, do you have any recommendations?

CHOICE:

1) What kind of places do you like?

Yuki: I prefer quiet places with as little populace as possible. I feel most at ease at home, but if I'm outside, I like places that aren't too crowded.

2) What did you do during your last day off?

Yuki: Momo's acquaintance had a live performance in a different band, so we went to the live house to watch. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to enjoy that kind of vibe.

3) Where does Momo like to go?

Yuki: Anywhere I go?  "As long as Yuki’s there, it's a world heritage-level power spot!" he says

Takanashi Tsumugi: In that case, how about a roadside station?

Takanashi Tsumugi: I visited one during a location shoot, and they regularly held some markets where local farmers sold fresh vegetables!

Takanashi Tsumugi: There were food stalls and limited edition sweets as well, and everyone seemed to really enjoy their time.

Yuki: Ohh, sounds nice.

Yuki: Apparently roadside stations in some regions are getting really popular recently

Takanashi Tsumugi: Those are precisely the places we were filming at! There was a flower field nearby as well and they held a workshop class teaching people how to make flower crowns. Tamaki-san and Sougo-san tried their hands at making them.

Yuki: That's cute

Yuki: Did they manage it?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes! Tamaki-san already knew how to make them, so he did an excellent job!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Sougo-san learned from Tamaki-san and managed to make a beautiful one in the end.

Yuki: I think I’m gonna make some with Momo as well

Yuki: A flower crown would look good on Momo, don’t you think?

Takanashi Tsumugi: I think it would suit him perfectly...!

Yuki: Exactly. The only problem is if I can make it

Takanashi Tsumugi: Sougo-san said that it's not hard once you understand the structure.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Apparently the workshops are less crowded on weekdays, so please give it a try!

Yuki: Thanks. I'll ask Momo about it too

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

Takanashi Tsumugi: You have a drama shoot after this, right?

Takanashi Tsumugi: I won't be available today due to other engagements, so please take care of Yamato-san for me.

Yuki: Oh

Takanashi Tsumugi: Is something wrong?

Yuki: Yamato-kun just came to greet me backstage

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Yuki: I told him about the trip I’m planning with you

Takanashi Tsumugi: Th-that might cause some misunderstandings...!?

Yuki: Misunderstandings?

Yuki: I don't know what you’re talking about

Takanashi Tsumugi: He might think we’re going on a road trip together…

Yuki: I’m doing it on purpose ^^

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Yuki: "Whatever, you’re going with Momo-san", he said.

Yuki: He’s so not cute for not falling for it

Takanashi Tsumugi: I'm glad we avoided any misunderstandings…><

Yuki: My manager scolded me and told me not to tease him too much, so I’ll leave it at that.

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Yuki: Yamato-kun looks very botherable right now, so I'll go play with him

Takanashi Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work!

[marvelandhobbit]

Heart of Middle Earth Chapter 1 - “The Perils of a College Student's Nighttime Walks”

I'm still kinda new to writing stories, but I wanted to try my hand at it. Let me know what you think of it and if you have any suggestions for the rest of the series!

Y/n = Your name

Y/c = Your career

Y/l/n = Your last name

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“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

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You were out walking on a snowy night and could barely see two feet in front of you. You really shouldn’t have gone out, but you needed to get out of the house for a while. You're a Y/c student and had had a really tough day at college. You needed some fresh air and space for a while, so that’s how you ended up walking around a small park down the road. You realize you should probably head home before this snow gets any heavier, but you've forgotten which way home is. Whoops! You take your phone out of your pocket and try to work out which direction you're facing, and then the battery dies. Of course… Well, you'll try this way, and hopefully, it’s the right direction.

“Ouch!”

You trip on a rock or something hard and thought you were about to fall flat on your face. Only, you didn’t… you kept falling. You start to scream, hoping that this is a dream or that you're hallucinating because you hit your head to hard on the ground. About a minute later you finally fall flat on your face.

"That's not snow," you think to yourself, "it's green grass."

When you get up, you look around and realize you're not in the park anymore. 

This place looks straight out of a movie, everything is green and blooming. As you try and get your bearings back, you look around and see some people down the hill that you landed on, only they look tiny and the hill you're on is not that tall. As you're lying there, you hear a throat clear behind you. As you turn around slowly, you see the outline of an old man with a staff and weirdly shaped hat. When your eyes finally focus, you realize it’s Gandalf from the Hobbit. What? How could that be? As all these questions are running through your head, Gandalf reaches down to help you up. 

“What are you doing down there little one?”

“Ummm, uhhh, I fell.”

Yeah, great answer Y/n. You mentally kick yourself. 

“Ah, you must be more careful, there are often many rabbit holes around here that can be easy to trip on.”

“Right, I’ll remember that for next time.”

As you stand up, Gandalf looks you up and down.

“Are you a hobbit?"

“No, I’m not. Also where am I? Because I think I hit my head and I'm hallucinating.”

“You are in the Shire my dear and from what I can tell your head is fine. Well if you’re not a hobbit, you must be a dwarf, you are about that height.”

“Um, I’m actually a human from Earth. This has to be a prank or something, right?”

“This is not a joke my dear, also this is Middle Earth, not just Earth.”

“Huh.”

“Well I’m afraid I have to be going, I have a hobbit to find,” Gandalf stated with a sparkle in his eye, “But you know, I would feel horrible leaving you here seeing as it seems that you might be from a different world.”

Gandalf stood there a moment looking towards the Shire and the many hobbit holes laid out over the rolling hills.

“I have a proposition for you Miss …?”

“Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Miss Y/l/n, I am going to a meeting later about an adventure, would you be interested in joining?Along the way we can see if we can get you back to your world.”

“That would be excellent, thank you Gandalf!”

“My reputation must proceed me, as I did not tell you my name.”

“It does, more than you know.”

[dreadfulsanity]

Spinning 🧶: Gods, what did he do?

I'm thinking. I know. That's never good. Because I can get lost in those thoughts for eternity. But here me out. This is not me getting an idea and trying (at least) to back that up with official sources or something. This is just me, spinning some good old yarn. Want to join? Take a seat, have a beverage, and follow me down a rabbit hole that’s just there fore funsies and nothing more.

Seriously. Don’t read to much into it. I beg you.

What if

The Evanuris killed at least one Titan. Then they mined the lyrium of that Titan. Over the aeons, that dead Titan changed. Rotted, if you will. Decomposed. Or one might call it tainted. Which is how we got the Blight. Kinda. Yay, am I right? Without the Blight, there would’ve been no Dragon Age: Origins.

Some of the ancient elves (Mythal, Solas) didn't like that at all. They saw what the taint could do and that it wasn't worth it. Mythal tried to reason with the other Evanuris. But they only saw the power that it holds. I mean, aside from going completely kooky, the red templars were quite powerful. And so the Evanuris killed her. She was the the spoilsport anyway. Caring about the People? Protecting them? Ugh. What about good old blood sacrifices? The blood of virgins to bathe in? To drink the… okay, I'll stop.

After they killed Mythal, Solas locked the Titan corpse away. Never to be seen again. Let it rot, forgotten below the Deep Roads. And he started his rebellion, because he finally saw the Evanuris for what they were. False Gods and power-hungry despots. What he didn't count in was that they already took some of the Blight with them. And slowly, it started to taint the heart of Arlathan, where they resided (I imagine a huge palace like never seen, with crystal towers reaching into the clouds). Shocked by this, he locked them away. But the taint didn't care about gates or locks. It just spread. Panicked, he threw up a barrier, and the Veil. To keep it (and them) from destroying the world.

Now, mind you, this was a preliminary measure. Maybe the plan was to form a little pocket dimension. Like the Crossroads, a place in-between, to lock them and the Blight away for good. And this led to his first mistake. He didn't expect that the act of throwing up the Veil would take every last bit of power he had, sending him straight into Uthenera. Maybe he was already in a place where no one would find him for millennia. Or maybe his followers brought him somewhere save. What happened is that he slept. For a very, very long time.

And while he slept, the world moved on. The elves lost everything, even themselves. Humans came into the picture. And the Evanuris plotted, leading to the assault on the Golden City by the Tevinter magisters. And all he could do was watch from the Fade, powerless to stop it.

Fast forward 4000+ years later, he's woken up (or he has been woken up \Mythal\). Still weak, not able to unlock the orb by himself. Which is why he let Corypheus find it. Making his second HUGE mistake. But why would he risk destroying the Veil and tainting all of Thedas. Because it wasn't his plan in the first place to keep the Fade separated. As I said before, it was a preliminary measure. To give him time. To create that pocket-dimension or whatever you want to call it. Or to devise another plan on how to deal with it.

But now time's running out. The Veil has thinned all over Thedas. The seals he locked the Evanuris away with are weakened. They will break free and swarm Thedas like locusts. And honestly… that would be bad. I just hope that his current plans on dealing with this situation are better than the previous ones. For all our sakes. Maybe if he would let a certain Lavellan in on it, she could help.

Sometimes, all you need is a second pair of eyes. But he has to be stubborn. Why does he have to a wolf and not—let's say—a German Shepherd? <sigh>

Thanks for coming with me on this little silly trip. Again, this is neither a theory nor speculation. This is just something that popped into my brain one night when I couldn't sleep, and I thought it could be a fun read. If you stayed til the end, thank you so much. I really appreciate you. 🫶 If you want more of my ramblings, follow me on Twitter. Other than that, have a nice night, and I read you guys later. 💋 Byyyeeee.

[fangirl-ramblings]

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!reader

Summary: A return trip from Annesburg is about to change your life forever

Word count: 1520

Notes: CW: vague descriptions of wounds | Unsure how to tag this right now, Amensia Plot | Unbetaed [Any feedback is appreciated]

Tags for: @husbandits.

I was so excited when I saw that I was assigned to be your Secret Santa this year (even if i do still have a request I need to fulfill for you 🙈) I loved each item on your wishlist, but this one really jumped out at me.

"okay, so there was a post going around like last year i think where arthur had gotten amnesia and the reader took him in, and honestly i haven't been able to get it out of my head these past few months for some reason"

I couldn't find the original post you referred to, but a rough idea started to form in my head...The only problem is, this idea is so much bigger than the stories I usually write and I was starting to run out of time to get it posted for in time for the @rdr-secret-santa event (as you well know, I'm a slow writer) so...please accept my humble offering of the first chapter while I try chip away at the remaining parts.

The Best Kept Memories

[working title]

Chapter 1: Late 1899 [Oct/Nov]

All this commotion was frustrating to say the least; you'd arrived in Annesburg late yesterday afternoon, ready to pick up the supplies you'd needed to stock your cabin up with before the weather turned back into the harsh winter the Grizzlies were famous for. Despite arriving in town a good 30 mins before the train carrying your supplies from Saint Dennis was due in at the station, an hour later you were still standing on the platform waiting for it to suddenly come rumbling down the tracks.

   "All the trains have been delayed you know" A local busybody informed you.

   "Yeah, I kinda gathered," you politely replied - not really wanting to be drawn into conversation...too bad the older lady didn’t get the message.

   "Talk is…" she leaned in close, as if she was sharing confidential intel that only you were to know about, "a bunch of degenerates living not too far from here, decided to rob one of the earlier trains coming up from city." 

You found yourself rolling your eyes internally upon hearing this; you were aware the Murfree Brood were a sadistic bunch of murdering bastards, but from what you previously heard about them, they could barely care for and ride their horses, let alone plan to board and rob a moving train.

"Terrible affair I heard, seems they managed to make it all the way up towards Bacchus Bridge before…" she stopped mid-conversation, not because she ran out of gossip to share with you but she had noticed that the tracks began to rumble and the sound of a train's whistle could be heard approaching the station.

   "Well, looks like the delay is finally over," you commented, pointing out the obvious.

  "Oh do excuse me will you." You sighed with relief as you watched the woman move a little down the way, heading towards the train's engine to see if the driver had any updates of the goings on in Saint Dennis to share with her.

By the time you'd finished loading your wagon up, you were exhausted and couldn't face the thought of driving home through Roanoke Ridge in the dark, especially if the Murfree Brood were still loitering about. Looking down the main street you saw the local hotel had some vacancies and made the impulsive decision to spend the night in one of the rooms there, ready to feel refreshed in time for your morning ride home.

While it seemed like a very good idea at the time, you soon realised you'd made a huge mistake. After waking up and having a quick wash before getting dressed, you made your way back outside to find the most peculiar sight. The mining town of Annesburg, usually full of workers with dirt covered faces, wandering about in their equally filthy overalls, was now overrun by well dressed men in suits. 

   "They say they're Pinkertons." You overheard the gossiping woman that you encountered the previous night, telling her newly captive audience. "One of them told me personally that there was a gunfight up near Beaver Hollow."

   "Well Eunice, I heard talk there was reports of those hooligans that they're after, fleeing into the night and the 'Pinkertons' had to chase them all over the Ridge well into the early hours of the morning," another lady informed her, looking super smug that she'd been able to provide some information that her friend wasn't already privy too.

   "Well either way, several roads around the area have been blocked off by the men in suits." Eunice huffed before walking off, looking for a less informed person to chat too.

Shaking your head, you dismissed their talk as nothing but idle gossip and jumped up on your wagon, ready to head back home along one of the roads leading South.

   "This road is closed," the well-suited man hissed as you approached the roadblock with your wagon. "I suggest you find another route."

   "It wasn’t closed yesterday when I rode into town, any chance you could let me go past just this once?" you protested, not really knowing why you were bothering. His stony face told you this was not a man who had much compassion for others, but wanting to get back home before the storm brewing on the East side of the Lannahechee river rolled in, you persisted, "I can be home within the hour if you let me past, whereas the other route will take me twice as long - not to mention those treacherous mountain roads I'd be forced to travel along."

   "I said, find...another...way" he growled at you, clenching his teeth as he emphasised each word.

   "Fine," you sighed as you reversed your wagon and drove along the road heading north.

Even though this route would take you the better part of the day to get home, you didn't mind so much as you could take the time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of this part of the country, especially the area around the huge mountain that rudely stood directly in front of you.

Taking a left hand turn to finally head southwards; you trundled along, lost in a world of your own as you admired the red wildflowers that grew in abundance here. Making a mental note to maybe pick some up on your next visit up here, so you could liven your cabin up, you were shocked when your horse suddenly reared up, whinnying a distressed shrill.

   "Hey now Ponos, what's to do with you?" you asked gently, hopping down off your wagon to assess the area around you. There was nothing obvious that you could see in the road, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed a flock of scavenger birds circling over something that must be hidden out of sight behind the giant rock to your right.

   "Trust you to be scared of a half-eaten animal" you chuckled as you patted Ponos' neck in an effort to calm him down. A beautiful Chestnut coloured Belgian Draft, you'd named him after the Greek God of hard labour & toil and while you couldn’t fault his excellent work ethic and seemingly unlimited stamina, you soon realised why the stable owner had offered you such a cheap price for him all those years ago; this giant of a horse was easily spooked by the smallest of things.

After reaching up to grab your gun from underneath your seat, you started walking over to the most likely spot to investigate. If it was a fresh kill you had enough space on your wagon to throw the carcass on and take it home to make a nice meal or two out of.

Approaching the overgrowth behind the rock, the birds squawked and scattered when they realised that you were about to steal the meal they had their eyes on. Getting closer, you noticed a heaped mound laying there. Your mouth started to water as you realised whatever this was, it was certainly likely to be bigger than a rabbit and therefore would provide several tasty meals over the next few days. Using the barrel of your rifle, you cautiously moved apart the long grass, almost dropping your gun as you finally saw what was previously hidden.

Looking like death personified this was certainly no animal, but a seriously injured man. His poor face, gaunt, bloody and bruised. Judging by the shallow, laboured breaths you could see him trying to take, he was still alive - but only just.

   "Sir? Sir? Can you hear me?" You asked, not really expecting a response but the almost corpse groaned and weakly nodded in response.

You glanced back at the grey clouds that had followed you on your journey from Annesburg, before looking back at this wretched soul. What was it your old pa used to tell you?

   'There's never any harm in being a good Samaritan to those that need your help.'

Realising that you could never let yourself walk away and leave a healthy man to be stranded in a storm, let alone an almost dead one to succumb from his wounds, you quickly set your gun aside and placed his arms around your neck. Summoning all the strength you had, you somehow managed to pick the sandy-haired man up and manoeuvre him onto the back of your wagon. 

   "I live a short ride away, you’re welcome to rest there until you get your strength back up.” Unravelling a few pelts you had stored with the rest of your cargo, you tossed them over the injured man to help try to keep him warm.

   "Sorry it's not very comfy but I guess it beats lying there in the cold waiting for the cruel embrace of death," you explained whilst taking out a carrot from your satchel to feed Ponos, in the hope he had gotten over his fear and was willing to continue your journey back home, “Tell me, do you have a name sir?”

Jumping back into the driver’s seat, you looked back over your shoulder, only to find your passenger had passed out.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Chapter II: New Faces

She gazed out of the window of the moving car while it passed the green scenery. Green was everywhere, seemingly every shade of it. The closest town had been passed well over forty minutes ago as they continued down the private road that led to the school.

Her parents weren't with her, of course. She'd been accompanied by the family driver as her parents were busy working. As per usual.

Trees drowned out everything else, the road twisted around them and roots began reclaiming the edges of the concrete, taking back their land where their brothers and sisters had been torn down to allow room for the human passage.

Occasionally, her (e/c) eyes would catch a glimpse of a rabbit or a deer — birds were common too but far from being as interesting. A sigh left her lips as she twisted the cap of her water bottle, throwing her head back to finish off the last of the refreshing liquid, leaving behind only a few stubborn drops that never seemed to leave the bottle.

The road began to open up and there was a definite clearing up ahead. (Y/n) swerved her head to get a better look at the grand gates which fenced off the school's grounds. The road became a wide gravel path and there were well-kept trees, hedges and flower beds decorating the field at the front of the building.

The building itself was magnificent. A grand château with such intricate detail that (Y/n) was unsure whether she'd be able to memorise it all despite how long she would be staying inside for.

When she stepped inside, the foyer put the outer decor to shame. An exquisite chandelier hung high before the split staircase which wound upwards towards the upper floor that was separated by a series of balconies, giving the foyer a tremendously high ceiling of four floors.

The deep green wallpaper was decorated with intricate designs as was the dark brown wood that was polished to perfection.

(Y/n) marvelled, suitcase in hand, spinning slowly on the spot as she looked upwards, watching the chandelier sparkle, flaunting its own worth. It looked old but kept too; yet another factor to add to the value of it.

The few boxes of her belongings were wheeled in on a trolley by the driver who placed them beside the staircase, giving his employers' daughter a quick nod of the head before leaving.

"Miss (L/n)!" A vaguely familiar voice greeted. (Y/n) lowered her gaze to see Miss Attaway descending the left staircase that curved inwards gradually to meet the base of the right staircase in a singular platform, two steps high. Between these two cases was a tall and very large marble pillar. "We're delighted to have you here!" Her smile faltered a little as she reached the final step, looking around. "Where are your parents?"

"Oh, they didn't come." She replied simply. She caught onto the pity in the vice principal's eyes but was bothered very little by it. She was used to her parents not being around after all.

"Not to see you off?" The teacher questioned, looking somewhat upset.

"Nope," (Y/n) replied simply. There was nothing else to say regarding the subject.

"Well alright then. . ." She composed herself quickly, smoothing down her skirt and straightening her back. "Welcome to Vermere Lake Grammar School. We're delighted to have you studying here alongside other hand-picked students." Her hand swept around the room. "I hope you find yourself comfortable enough here, I've been told by a few students here that they may take time to adjust to such luxuries but I believe a young lady like yourself shouldn't find that too difficult. It's simple to be at ease among such finery."

"I've been looking for a change in routine for a while. It's not a problem at all, the unfamiliarity is quite the comfort really." The (e/c)-eyed female assured her.

"Good, good." Pearl clapped her hands together, "Now, before I give you your room number and key (for privacy from other students) I have to tell you that you'll be sharing with some other students. We advise not unpacking for a while just to make sure you get along with everyone — if not, then we'll rearrange the room plans." She paused for a moment. "The girls' wing is to the left, the boys' is to the right. You're allowed to visit each other's rooms but not after curfew. Your uniform is already in your room. However, there's one rule that I'm sure you won't be particularly happy with: we don't allow phones here. You can use the school's phone to make calls home but mobiles are only allowed at the end of each term."

(Y/n)'s face had noticeably dropped at this. She depended on her phone for many aspects of her studies and was not about to hand it over.

"That's alright, I didn't bring it anyway." She lied.

"You didn't?" Miss Attaway looked shocked.

"No, I don't really have any friends to message and I figured that I would just use the school's phone to call my parents anyway." She prayed that she wouldn't get a notification or call of any kind during the conversation.

"Fair enough." Pearl seemed to believe the lie, after all, the logic made sense to (Y/n)'s character. "Well, you're in room one with three other girls." She held out her hand, "Here's your key."

(Y/n) took the small piece of metal that was attached to a blue plastic tag. Pearl left and she looked down at her bag and boxes of belongings before glancing up to the flight of stairs, sighing. But, it had to be done so she hefted her large suitcase up with great effort and set it by the banister at the top before jogging down to grab one of her boxes. A pair of heavier footsteps matched hers from the other side of the pillar. When she reached the base of the stairs, she was met by an incredibly tall, bronze-skinned boy who looked to be only slightly older than herself.

"Hi." He greeted in an American accent. It was heavy and yet there was something different to it, something about the tone in his voice that implied English wasn't his first language and yet he had mastered it to the point that the accent of his mother tongue was utterly hidden, "I'm Connor." He flashed a quick yet soft smile before glancing down at (Y/n)'s belongings. "Would you like a hand?"

"If you don't mind?" She replied, somewhat guiltily yet not wanting to deny a helping hand. They both reached for a box each. "I'm (Y/n) by the way."

"Nice to meet you." He spoke as they carefully made their way upwards, being sure to not trip seeing as the boxes blocked their view. (Y/n) found herself struggling a little but judging by the look of ease on Connor's face and the size of his arms, this was a simple task to him.

"So, have you managed to have a look around yet?" (Y/n) prompted a conversation as they descended to stairs to fetch the last two boxes.

"Just my room." The American answered, "Two of my roommates are here already: a British guy called Jacob and an Italian called Ezio — it seems like a really diverse school." He pointed out.

"Indeed." (Y/n) agreed as she hefted up the box in her hands, almost dropping it as her fingers slipped and she lost her grip. However, Connor quickly reached forward and caught it. Panic over.

"Careful." He warned gently, allowing (Y/n) to reclaim the box in her arms while uttering out a 'thank you'. She thanked him properly at the top of the stairs before the two of them parted. (Y/n) was on her own in carrying her belongings to her room now.

She hefted one of the heavier cardboard boxes in her arms, supporting the bottom out of fear it may rip, before proceeding to room one.

She pushed the door open with her foot and was greeted by an unfamiliar face. The girl was brown-haired, green-eyed and pale-skinned. She styled her tresses into two Dutch braids and a low bun with a few pieces falling in front of her face (which was splashed with freckles) she was slim with a few soft curves here and there. She wore some messy (yet sophisticated) eye makeup.

"Hey, I'm Evie Frye." She greeted with a beaming smile. (Y/n) returned the friendly gesture and dropped her box carefully at the side of a bed which was tucked into the far-right corner side-on against a window.

There were three windows in the room, two small ones that stretched up tall on the left and right-hand sides of the room and a large one that ran along the middle of the room, leaving a metre gap between the smaller windows — this large one also stretched high up.

There was another bed in the left corner in front of the door with the foot of the bed facing whoever walked in. A third bed was lined up against the large window in the middle of the room, hugging the wall side-on while the fourth bed was hugging the wall that held the door with the foot of the bed facing whoever walked in. The beds themselves were twin-sized, not too big nor too small.

An armoire was built into the close right corner of the room, forming an 'L' shape. Each bed had an old-styled container chest at the foot of it for the belongings of whoever slept there.

(Y/n) took in the old-fashioned blood red rug that ran along the length of the room down the middle, standing out against the polished wooden floorboards.

Evie had chosen the bed on the south wall to the right of the door when one walked in judging by the box that rested on the mattress. A bookshelf ran along the wall beside Evie's bed but was mostly empty bar a small collection on the middle shelf. (Y/n) assumed they belonged to her roommate.

There were two chaise lounges in the room: one in front of the bookcase and the other between (Y/n)'s bed and the one that rested against the wider window.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." She introduced.

"So, do you know anyone here?" The Brit prompted a conversation as she began unpacking her clothes, walking behind the changing screen in front of the armoire to begin filling it with her clothing.

"No. No one else from my school was requested to attend here. What about you?" She spoke as she began making her way back across the spacious room to collect the rest of her things from the top of the stairs.

"I'm here with my little twin brother Jacob and my boyfriend Henry." The freckled female replied.

"Oh, the guy that helped me to get my things upstairs (Connor) mentioned he was sharing a room with Jacob. Wait, you're a twin?" (Y/n) highlighted.

Evie turned around with a cheeky grin. "The older twin of us and I'm never going to let him forget it." She giggled, (Y/n) joined in the little moment of laughter.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute, I'm going to get another box of my things." (Y/n) did as such and, trip after trip, brought all of her belongings into her room. She jumped onto the silver sheets of her bed, exhausted from lifting all those heavy boxes. By this time, Evie was almost completely unpacked and had begun to place her last few belongings into the chest at the end of her bed when someone else walked in.

She had straightened blonde hair and striking red lips along with an irritated and bitchy look on her expression. Most of her outfit was designer and the clothing seemed a little off for the overcast weather in the countryside, like she was more accustomed to hotter weather. She had a suitcase in one hand and a male with dark hair and a little stubble to match held a large crate of belongings in his arms.

(Y/n) sat up to inspect them.

"And you two are?" She asked in a rude tone with a Latin-rooted accent accompanying her voice. Was that Italian or Spanish?

"Evie Frye." The Brit spoke up, giving the blonde a weary look before gesturing over to (Y/n), "(Y/n) (L/n)."

"I'm Lucrezia Borgia but I'm sure you've already heard that I'm attending." She smirked as she stepped into the room, inspecting her red acrylic nails while the olive-skinned male behind her dropped her other belongings on the floor beside her.

"Actually, we don't exactly have reputations here yet." (Y/n) contributed, sitting up cross-legged on the bed. The blonde narrowed her eyes at this.

"Well here's mine: I'm at the top here. No-one undermines me, understood?"

"Look, I don't know who you are and frankly I couldn't care less about all this big talk and trying to flex by wearing every designer item you have on your first day." (Y/n) spoke bluntly. She came from a wealthy family too and easily could have done the same to flaunt such but had chosen not to; it simply wasn't in her nature, "I'm here to learn, not to play High School Musical fantasies, alright?" Neither of the two newcomers seemed to like this.

"You'll learn how it works one way or another." The man spoke up.

"And you are?" (Y/n) asked.

"Cesare Borgia." He spoke with a flirtatious smile, something about his presentation was unsettling. He radiated arrogance and self-destructive ambition.

"I'm not staying here. I'm going to switch." Lucrezia huffed as she wheeled her suitcase out the door, her brother following with the crate of her other belongings.

Evie watched them leave with an exhausted look. "What a handful." She muttered, "I'm glad o see that you don't take rubbish from anyone."

"I'll never understand people like that," (Y/n) added, sliding off her bed, "I don't really know any other way to react, really. I've never seen the point in all these social expectations, not to get too philosophical, I'm just used to my own company." It was clear now that this was her room and if there were any disagreements, the other party would be leaving, therefore, she began to unpack her things, beginning with dumping all her books out onto the bed to get them out of the way.

" 'A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself'." Evie quoted, eyeing her copy of Wuthering Heights.

"You know, I've always been keen on that line." (Y/n) smiled, glad to know they were very like-minded.

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While (Y/n) was filling the bookshelf with her own selection of fiction, historical biographies and Victorian literature, two other girls entered the room.

One was a dark-skinned woman with equally dark and alluring hazel eyes framed by thick lashes and paired with full lips. She had medium-length hair in beautiful thick box braids. She seemed to have a friendly and approachable manner. She wore a loose yellow jumper with ripped denim jeans and a thick black belt.

The other was a short olive-toned female with shimmering grey-brown eyes and curly dark brown hair with rose-tinted lips and an air of confidence around her. Her fashion was rebellious — striking red plaid trousers with a black leather belt and a black band hoodie with red detailing.

"Hi, Lucrezia and Anne were supposed to be in here but we spoke it over with the two of them so we're going to be staying here instead." The darker female spoke up in a western French accent. "I'm Aveline de Grandpre and this is-" She let her friend finish.

"-Claudia Auditore." She spoke with a confident smile, she tossed her red rucksack onto the bed opposite the door, leaving Aveline with the bed by the widest window. "Do you two know each other already?" She gestured between (Y/n) and Evie.

"Oh, no, we just met." Evie answered, "What about you two?"

"Again, we only just met but I think we're all going to get along well." The Italian replied, "I know a few people here already: Ezio (he's my older brother) and Cesare and Lucrezia (believe me, they make snakes seem like better friends)."

"Oh, we briefly spoke to them." (Y/n) contributed, dropping onto the chaise between hers and Aveline's bed, "We caught onto that much soon enough."

"I know Connor, we were friends when we were little," Aveline added.

"Oh, I met Connor earlier." (Y/n) smiled, "He seems really sweet, he helped me to carry my things upstairs." Aveline smiled at this, recalling his soft and kind behaviour.

"My twin brother goes here too." Evie joined in, "His name's Jacob."

"Oh, I think Ezio was talking to him earlier." Claudia piped up, "Scar on his eyebrow, short hair?"

"Yep, that's him," Evie confirmed.

"The boys have had an argument already," Aveline spoke up. "Three of them kicked Cesare out of their room so now he has a spare room all to himself." She chuckled.

"Not surprised at all," Claudia spoke up, flopping onto the bed before groaning. "I want my phone back!"

(Y/n) considered telling them that she still had hers but decided against it. She would wait to see if she could trust them first. Until then, it would remain hidden in her bag on do not disturb.

"Yeah, I met a few people in Claudia's brother's room." Aveline continued, "Ezio, Jacob and Arno (he says he's from France but you wouldn't think it at hearing his voice) — Connor's in there with them in room one. They all seem to get along well."

"Perhaps the number's a blessing." (Y/n) joked, "If you're in room one, you all get on."

There was shouting down the hall, the girls all look to one another before poking their heads out of the door rather comically with one head above another.

"Maláka! That girl is insufferable!" A girl with an odd accent exclaimed while Lucrezia huffed and returned to her room at the end of the corridor. She'd most likely just given her 'queen bee' speech again.

The one who yelled had tanned skin, decorated with scars, that stretched over defined muscles. Her hair was pulled into a fishtail over her shoulder and decorated with a cord wrapped around it.

"She's a bitch, don't give her any attention." Claudia piped up, snagging her attention. The woman smiled.

"I'll keep that in mind." She grinned, glad that the blonde didn't have an army of pestering followers seeing as she acted as such. "I'm Kassandra."

"Claudia." The social butterfly of an Italian replied, "This is: Aveline, Evie and (Y/n)." She pointed to each girl in turn who all waved.

"Nice to meet you all." She smiled. Another girl walked out of her room. She was dark-skinned with honey brown eyes and box braids that were tied over her shoulder.

"Hey, I'm Aya." She spoke in a lilted tone. She still had her coat on.

"Cold?" Evie prompted, pointing to the clothing.

"I'm from Egypt, it's colder than winter here." She sighed.

"Tell me about it, I'm from Italy," Claudia spoke, walking out into the corridor.

"Greece." Kassandra contributed.

"England. I'm used to it." Evie shrugged.

"(Y/o)," (Y/n) added.

"America." Aveline finished. That was a lot of diversity.

"It's nice that we're getting along." Aya said, "I was expecting more bitchy girls like her." She gestured to the room that Lucrezia was in.

"I can hear you!" The blonde yelled from inside her room.

"That's the point!" Kassandra called back. The girls all laughed at this.

"To the year ahead of us." Kassandra smiled as she walked back into her room, all the others doing the same.

(Y/n) felt her lips tug up in a smile at all the friendly new faces around her and the obvious shift in her life. It unnerved yet excited her all at once and, for the first time ever, she was eager to meet all these new people and get to know them.

This really was the change that she had been needing.

Stay safe and social distance to protect your loved ones, everyone <3 -Kia C.

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ugh carrie, you know I'm far from american but you also know how invested i am in anything political so i do feel for y'all out there in the usa 🤧 like- idk maybe you could do me a little ship based on how you know me 🤧 love you ♡

Oh, Sher!! Thanks so much!!! Your empathy means a whole lot right now!!!

Let’s see...I usually write for the big three (Beatles, BohRap, and Queen) and I think you’re mainly a Queen and BohRap fan, so I will ship you there.

Hmmmm, for Queen, I would say that I ship you with...

Rrrrrogah Taylah!!!!!

You both have the same energy, like that of two golden retriever puppies. Always wanting to play and have fun! With the occasional chaos of course.

I think Roger would like your sense of humor and your attitude and willingness to speak out and stand up for things. He is the same way as well.

He would love your height, (especially since tall girls have amazing legs and he would definitely notice...)

Though you have a sweet streak. He loves the compassion and understanding you give to him. He would make excuses to have long phone calls with you while on tour.

Plus he would take you on road trips with his car! Pack a big picnic, drive through the countryside and past cities, and pick a beautiful spot and eat lunch and then to a clearing to see the stars.

Plus he writes some secret songs just for you that takes him a while to share with the band bc they are out of character for him and so tender and intimate and they make you cry everytime.

Plus, he would love to hug you or kiss you and run his fingers through your hair or yours through his. In fact, you would be the only girl allowed to touch his hair!

Plus you get to let out your sexual tension with each other and it’s a m a z i n g

Now for BohRap, I was really torn. Really REALLY torn. Once I picked one, I would switch to another. So guess what! I’m writing b o t h. So you can pick which one you feel like on which days...I ship you with....

Gwilym Lee!!

He’s tol. And you’re tol. So you joke about forming a basketball team or sneaking all of the mugs and cups on all of the highest shelves.

Though you both get to wear sweaters with complementary colors that go well together and it’s so cute. You would both be fashion icons.

Plus it means you get to help take care of his plants! When you water them and say good words to them, it melts his heart!

Both of you can be at each other like rabbits esp since he’s sex on legs and we all know it. Plus he’s older and more experienced and knows how to explore and worship your body. You’re welcome.

He would be such a gentleman paying for food, opening doors, etc.

Plus you get to hike together and take silly pics of him looking like he is crushing the mountains with his fingers.

And he makes desserts and bakes during holidays and you get to do it together and try it, and even if it turns out not great you both laugh it off.

I also ship you with Joe Mazzello!

Both of you have more chaotic vibes and that of meme kings. So imagine the Instagram and Social MEdia flirting you both would do to each other!

Plus he would be perfect to bring home to your family. Always warm and welcome to them. Playing with any little kids.

He would watch movies with you and cuddle with you. He feels so soft and he would nuzzle and kiss your head.

Though sometimes he blows a raspberry into your skin mid-kiss and it makes you shriek and you both howl with laughter.

And he would travel to your place and see your country-even riding bikes together.

I think Joe would give you all sorts of little trinkets and gifts, and they mean so much. Even if it was a cheap tourist ring he could give it to you in a way that makes you cry.

He would also have plenty of the good sex, but it’s all soft and intimate and giggly and amazing with sleeping in each other's arms afterward