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beetlejuce · 6 months ago
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Is it just me or does all men’s cologne smell the same
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overleftdown · 10 months ago
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hi :3 so ik you've said farleigh probably leans into his visible queerness as a way to take control of the way in which hes othered, which leads me to a question. how dyou think his journey of realizing hes queer wouldve gone? like what wouldve been his awakening, is he fully cis, how dyou think hed describe his own queerness if asked? i wanna know your thoughts :0
HEADCANONS HEADCANONS HEADCANONS YIPEE. this post is, obviously, mostly conjecture and extrospection.
archie's audition material was a character having a phone conversation with his mother. in this phone call, the character is describing different sexual encounters with men specifically. assuming this applies to farleigh as a character (considering farleigh is queer and emerald believed this monologue piece was a good reference for an actor for farleigh), i think that queerness is a casual subject between farleigh and frederica.
HOWEVER, queerness is then boiled down to sex. when elspeth is very obnoxiously discussing queerness, she's also referring to queer sex. what we can infer from this movie is that the cattons tend to condense intimacy into sex without any genuine emotion. they have emotions and experience emotional relationships, but they're sort of shrouded in small talk, gossip, transactional dynamics, and other forms of avoidance. this is why oliver's use of genuine emotional vulnerability was so impactful with the cattons.
so, we sort of have this condensed version of queerness in which we view it as exclusively sexual. this adheres to straightness as well. when felix is talking about farleigh's sexcapades with teachers, he uses terminology that would imply these are specifically male/male dynamics. this further complicates farleigh's queerness. his attraction to men is not only perceived as strictly sexual but is also now seen as deviant. a possible parallel to this would be how the cattons see venetia's sexuality. a queer person and a woman, their inability to escape rampant sexualization.
i can see farleigh having the traditional "oh shit, i like men" realization, and all the discomfort and stress that comes with it. i also think that it would be valid to imagine that farleigh just... didn't say anything about it. like, clearly the cattons and his parents knew or found out that oh shit, he likes men. but if queerness is to be strictly a sexual or experimental endeavor, then why have any serious conversation about it at all? archie says that his parents doted on him in a way, but at the same time, they were neglectful. when he wasn't left to his own devices, he was being dragged along to dinner parties with overly mature conversation. all of this leads me to infer that maybe farleigh learned to see his own queerness as a casual affair. homophobia exists and he would've felt and heard that prejudice throughout his life, which might've resulted in an internalized feeling of... perversion?
as for gender identity, i think farleigh would have a slightly ambiguous approach. maybe nothing that people would consider trans, but definitely a less-traditional gender expression. with farleigh's mom being the only real connection he has to the world he's currently existing in, i think he might feel a need to emulate her in some way. i can picture farleigh sneaking into her room to try on her lipstick, perfumes, bath robes, high heels. you feel me? archie described frederica as someone who was probably a model in the past, who reflected the same eccentric style and glam as the rest of the cattons. i can sort of see her being like an older venetia. farleigh, as a queer person, might see femininity as both armor and a tool. in the same way that farleigh seems to treat the other ways in which he is different, i think he would amplify the showstopping "exotic" uniqueness of his queerness while hiding how it truly effects his identity.
i think farleigh's expression of his queerness is similar to everything else he does; "toeing the line," while still indulgent. his relationship with authority figures (teachers) is one of those things that seems like an unhealthy result of internalized homophobia and poor self-esteem in regard to sexuality. not to mention the power dynamic. he's in a position of lesser privilege within most english upper-class academic spaces. i'm getting off track.
i don't know what else to say since all of this is, again, conjecture. take all of this as you will, finn.
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arche0ps-moved · 1 year ago
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can you please tell us more about your cool earthbound (or mother in general) headcanons. . . one's already mentioned are so cool I WANNA KNOW!!! ps YOU ARE COOL IN GENERAL TOO!!!!!!!
OHHH MIKE YOU SCAMP .. TWIRLS MY HAIR!! This could be long so. Under the cut !
okay first guy: ness I love ness.
Ness is a trans kid!! he doesn't know the right terminology for any of it but he knows he never felt like a girl. his family all support him ofc, but Tracy got a little sad thinking ness wouldn't play dollhouse with her anymore (he still totally does)
Ness looooves gross stuff. Bugs, mud, bones, etc. Call me autistic the way I study those bugs (<- ness)
oh also he's autistic 👍 very sensitive to loud noises and the cold, and wears almost the same outfit everyday because 1. different outfit everyday is HARD . 2. He likes his outfit!!
his special interest is baseball :)
him and pokey play on the same Onett baseball team and have an unofficial rivalry with the Fourside Fogies . one time they trapped pokey under the bleachers. it was a whole ordeal (hc from soypeople thank you bestie)
ness was their number one player!! until. yk. giygas. after all that he quit going to school and became a shut in for a good while (he'll be okay)
Paula helps teach him the PK moves!! Fire freeze thunder etc etc. In return him and pu teach her how to heal and such (none of them manage to learn starstorm, though ..)
Ness is overall an overly caring kid. he'll often put others before himself, especially in the line of danger. But he can also be very stubborn if he chooses to (if he's angry, he'll most likely give you silent treatment until he simmers down)
Ness and Paula date in the future :]
ok paula now.
Paula is a transgirl!! she knows the terms bc she's a fast learner (with gifted child syndrome)
When she grows up she most likely takes over the Polestar preschool
Funnily enough, her favorite color isn't pink. It's green!
Her parents are a bit overprotective of her .... Ness and her had to practically beg to go fight Giygas
Much like Ness, she cares a lot for her friends. Unable to heal them with her PSI, she resorts to carrying around lots of healing items for her pals! (And wet towels for Jeff, since he overheats easily)
She doesn't mind any temp, but sweat is an unpleasant sensation for her (it's gross, it smells, and ew, it's wet! Jeff shares the same sentiment)
She isn't a damsel in distress, obviously. She probably would've beaten up Montoli and Carpainter all on her own if she didn't have the brain to accompany her (though, an hour longer in the cage at Happy Happy and she probably would've started a fire ..)
OK JEFF TIME I LOVE JEFF :) copy pasting some jeff-tony hcs from my personal discord teehee
When Jeff couldn't stand in class Tony would take his assignments to the teacher when they both finished (albeit a bit later as Tony took more time on his)
Tony signs the end of the Y in name with a small heart when writing Jeff. Jeff was oblivious to it's meaning till he got older
Tony will sometimes break stuff on purpose when Jeff has nothing to tinker. Just little things that they won't miss if Jeff can't fix them (he always fixes them)
Jeff shares what he doesn't eat with Tony (tony has a bit appetite!)
Jeff carries Tony's bag in his lap when in his chair
Neither of them use air fresheners or perfumes. It irritates Jeff's nose and Tony has asthma. Win!
They don't have the same taste in music but like to listen to each other's music when working in their dorm. They take turns putting in tapes
Jeff prefers classical music .. Tony calls him old for it (it's endearing. He's memorized Jeff's favorite artists)
Jeff falls asleep in class a lot .. tony makes sure to write plenty of notes if he does
Non Tony related ones:
Jeff is autistic! And physically disabled. His legs were injured in the novels boat incident, so he uses a cane(or crutches) and a wheelchair depending on how well he feels
He doesn't like being babied or carried around much, but if it's necessary he'll allow someone to lift him (mostly ness or tony)
Distant relationship with his dad obviously. It gets a bit better but they never get as close as they could
Jeff modifies his chair to have rockets on them. Because it's fun!
Even after getting his prosthetics he'll still use the chair whenever he feels tired
As stated in my fic he hates the heat so so much. He'd rather run around in the snow butt naked than spend a minute at the beach
Okay that's enough Jeff sorry for the favoritism <3 pu time!!
I spell his name as Pu thanks to mysthlarey (thank u bestie)
Probably very stressed. It's hard being the newest king and also 14
His hair is shaved on the sides and tied into a long braid. No reason behind it he just likes it that way tbh
Despite his resting-mean-boy face, he's super sweet under that Princely attitude! (He's got a lot on his shoulders, it's hard to relax)
Much like in game he's very . Uh. Physcially weak. Most people don't expect that because of his "fighter" look, so they don't usually mess with him
He's a picky eater bc of sensory issues. What do you MEAN you guys can eat rice? Yuck! (It tastes fine, but the feeling is .. bad. very bad)
Water enthusiast :) often the one to remind Ness (water hater) to drink some water
Tallest of the group (sorry jeff)
Funnily enough he doesn't grow once he hits his current height. Sooner or later Paula matches him in height and he finds it p funny
Uses his future kingly status to mess around with his friends. (Ex: DEAR NESS. THIS IS THE KING OF DALAAM. COME OKAY WORLD OF WARCRAFT WITH ME OR ELSE I WILL START A WAR WITH EAGLELAND. signed ur bestie xoxoxox :) )
bonus time oh goodness oh me oh my! Random character's!
Tracy uses she/they
Picky uses he/they. they match!
Picky loooves spiders (<- he doesn't know about pokey)
Tony's family actually live in Scaraba- they sent him off to Winters since it has the best school in the 3 major continents (he was eligible, so why not take the chance!)
Pokey and Ness liked to draw comics together :) they're probably super cringey now
Picky, Tracy, Ness, and Pokey all used to walk to school together. Sometimes pokey had to carry picky since he was half asleep
Ness doesn't actually eat trash burgers okay it was ONE TIME you can STOP BRINGING IT UP POKEY
pokey needs glasses due to his bangs fucking up his vision. will he ever get them? probably not
aloysius minch is bisexual. win I guess
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peonybane · 5 years ago
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Agape and Pragma: Chapter 8
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Pairings: OT7 (BTS) x Reader
Word Count: 2.8 k
Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Sci-Fi, Crack (?), Smut (eventually)
Chapter Specific Notes: Lots of angst, pining, suggestive material. Like. REALLY suggestive.
Terminology: A ‘queen’ is a female cat (didn’t know this and ended up researching this a few time to make sure). A ‘doe’ is a female rabbit. A ‘peahen’ is a female peafowl (peahen vs. peacock).
Summary: Your entire world had be torn asunder by just one lab test. Time heals all wounds, but does it really? What will it take to feel whole again?
Hybrid Types: Peacock Jin, Serval Yoongi, Golden Retriever Hoseok, Gray Wolf Namjoon, Scottish Fold House Cat Jimin, Great Dane Taehyung, and French Lop Eared Rabbit Jungkook
a/n: Thank you to my best friend and beta reader, @ropeseok for helping fix and refine this chapter. Things are really heating up! Please look forward to some, ahem, ‘fun’ time in Chapter 9!
<— Previous (Chapter 7)
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As you made your way across the street, you heard your name being called by a familiar voice. Turning around, you spotted Jongin. He was dressed in a simple button up and comfortable, but nice, pants. You wore a sundress and a light sweater since cafes sometimes get cold. Seemed like both of you had the idea of casual, but not too casual for coffee. He joined you, his tail flicking happily and his ears at attention, their focus on you.
The smile on his face faltered as he got into arm’s reach. His nose crinkled as if he had smelled something unpleasant. You tilted your head. “Something wrong?”
“No. It’s nothing. Think I smell—“ He paused, reconsidering himself. “Actually, never mind. Probably nothing.”
He seemed to be hiding something, but you gambled not to push any further. “Anyways, let’s go inside.”
Nodding happily, you let him lead you into the cafe.
Once inside, you both made your way over to the line to order. Even in line, Jongin still wore that sour look on his face. “You sure everything is alright?”
His tail began flicking nervously and his ears swiveled about, giving away some sort of nerves. “Yeah, just… is that some new perfume? I think the smell is messing with my head. I can’t figure out why though.”
Your brow knit together. “No. It’s the same one I wore on the plane.”
Realization seemed to have dawned on him, his eyes growing large and just as he opened his mouth to reply, the cashier called for the next person in line. Once you both had ordered, Jongin insisted upon paying (“I’m a gentleman. Don’t hurt my pride like this.”) And you shyly let him, despite guilt gnawing away at you. 
Waiting for your drinks, you exchanged more simple pleasantries, Jongin continued to act well, kinda squirrelly around you as he looked around the cafe, as if waiting for someone to jump out of the shadows to attack him. Once you both had your drinks, Jongin led you over to a table in the corner. Instead of sitting close you like you thought he would, he sat as far away from you as he politely could. You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t slightly hurt your feelings. 
You slowly sipped on your drink as you thought about what to say next. It wasn’t nearly this… tense the last time you met him. In fact, the last time, it felt like you two were perfectly in sync, comfortable in each other’s presence. He called your name.
“Yes, Jongin?”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what? There’s nothing to apologize for.”
“Yes. There is. I messed up. I should’ve noticed. I pressured you.”
Your voice rose an octave as he refused to meet your gaze. “No, you didn’t. I wanted to come here.”
“You’re too nice. But it’s almost cruel. Giving me some hope. Despite the fact that you’re already mated.”
“Mated?!”
Your voice was much louder than you had meant. But you couldn’t help it. That was last thing you had expected to come out of his mouth. A group of giggling teenage girls caught your attention and your face immediately flushed, knowing that they were giggling at your outburst. Jongin shot them a look and they immediately quieted down, whether it was out of intimidation or attraction (after all, that jawline could cut glass), you weren’t sure. Not that it mattered.
“Am I wrong? I didn’t smell it the last time we were together, but you’re covered in pheromones. It’s so strong…. I don’t know how I missed it the last time. It’s also so odd. It doesn’t smell like any one scent.”
You swallowed. “How… how many do you smell?”
He looked at you hurt. You didn’t deny his claims, you guessed he had secretly hoped you would. There was a venomous edge to his words. “What do you mean how many? I can’t really tell. But there’s at least a gross wet dog smell to you, a cat, some sort of rodent, and a bird.”
You did your best to remind yourself that he didn’t mean anything malicious by those words. After all, how was he to know just how deeply you felt for your roommates if you didn’t know either? 
“Jo-Jongin? Can I ask you a question?”
He hesitated for a moment, his tail flicking, but hummed a confirmation as he nodded. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“What does it mean? For a Hybrid to be in love?”
He knit his brow together. “Depends, I guess. I mean, while we’re different from normal people, we’re not too different. But I guess our feelings are more… visceral. Primal. We do things without really realizing what we’re doing. Why?”
“My best friends think….” You hesitated in how you should answer. “They think, my roommates are… in love with me.”
Jongin stared you down with a hard look. “Do you love them?”
“Yes. They’re like family.”
“Don’t lie. Please.”
Sighing, you leaned back in your chair. “I don’t know. I think I do. But… how do you love seven people?”
Jongin was silent for a moment. “It’s not talked about a lot, but polyamory is a big part of the Hybrid culture, after all, very few of our species are monogamous. But it’s not something we necessarily talk about out in the open too much. Especially with normal people.”
“But you’re talking to me about it.”
“That’s because you’re apart of it, now.” He leaned towards you. “For Hybrids, attraction is like a positive feedback loop. If we like someone, no, love someone, we develop a specific pheromone just for that person. If that person loves us in return, they also emit a specific hormone, which, whether or not we’re conscious of it, will make our own hormones even stronger. It’s this endless cycle that feeds in on itself. The… scents,” he seemed to involuntarily wrinkled his nose at the word, “that I smell on you can’t be as potent as they are on you if you didn’t at least return some of their feelings.”
You swallowed. This was too much to stomach. As if sensing your nerves, Jongin sighed and said, “You love them. When you look at them, does your heart swell? Can you forgive them for everything, no matter how badly it may hurt you? Do you feel safe with them? When you’re touched, do you feel calm? Can you stand to be in complete silence around them and have no need to fill that silence? Do you want, any of them, to bend you over and just do what they want to you?”
At first, you couldn’t deny the sweet feelings he was describing to you. But your breath caught and something in your clenched at the mention of them doing with you what they will. Your throat went dry but there was no denying it, especially as the images of all seven of them doing something absolutely sinful to you flashed before your eyes. 
Your voice trembled and was barely above a whisper. “…Yes.”
Jongin sighed, almost painfully as he let his head fall back. “Didn’t even have a chance, did I?”
Something tugged at your heartstrings. Guilt. “Yes, you did.”
He looked into your eyes, sadly. “No. You think that, now. But… you were always theirs. We may have worked out for a short while. But ultimately, you love them. And they love you.”
Hot tears that you couldn’t control started welling up in your eyes. Jongin smiled sadly and reached across the table, wiping at your tear with his thumb. “Don’t cry. It’s not worth it.”
“But I hurt you.”
“What’s there to be hurt about when it comes to mates? It’s not something that we can control. Sure, we can lie to ourselves that we can, but really, we can’t. I’ll just have to wait a little longer to find mine.”
He suddenly stood up, startling you. You followed his lead and stood up as well. Jongin gave you gentle, but sad smile before walking around the table to your side. You weren’t sure what was coming, but it certainly wasn’t the hug he gave you. Unsure of yourself, it took you a moment, but you eventually hugged him back.
Again, you found yourself tensing as he buried his face your neck, rubbing it against you. As he pulled away, he kissed your forehead and you looked at him with wide, almost fearful eyes. “What— What was that for?”
Jongin smirked, stuffing his one of his hands in his pocket and the other grabbed his coffee. “Just a little something to move things along. Maybe a little revenge. See ya around.”
You stood there gaping like a fish out of water as he gave you one last wave of goodbye before leaving the cafe.
^~^~^~^~^ 
“I’m home!”
The house was silent and you were reminded that your roommates were all out of the house, either at work (Jin was probably at the restaurant, Yoongi at his studio, Jungkook was probably with a client, and Namjoon was probably at the library) or out doing something else (You weren’t quite sure what Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok were up to, other than mentioning that they’d be out).
You sighed, dropping your bag off in it’s usual place. Since the guys were out, may you’d watch some of those horrible conspiracy theory tv shows and treat yourself to one of Yoongi’s top vintages or a carton of ice cream. You kicked off your shoes, leaving them at the door; you’d get them later. As you made your way to the kitchen, you draped your sweater over the back of one of the chairs in the dining area. 
Entering the kitchen, you sighed heavily as you rubbed your neck. This whole ‘mates’ thing or whatever it was was really starting to take its toll on you. You opened the freezer. Now was the time to decide: vanilla or chocolate or mint ice cream for the conspiracy theory marathon. As you stared into the blinding light of the freezer, humming an unknown tune as you shook your bottom, making your decision, you didn’t notice the presence looming behind you.
Taking out your chosen flavor to defrost, you nearly drop the damn thing when you turned around, finding Jimin looming in the doorway, his tail flicking and face unreadable. You gasped, hand flying to your chest. “Dammit, Jimin! You scared the crap out of me.”
As you placed the carton of ice cream on the counter and closed the freezer, Jimin continued to stare at you, being strangely… quiet. Your brow knit together and for some reason… the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. “What— what’s wrong, Jimin?”
He remained silent. This silence sparked an unknown fury inside you. “Fine. If you’re not gonna talk then just go brood somewhere else, Batman.”
Just as you were about to push past him to go to your room to change, one moment you were marching towards the stairs, the next you found yourself pressed up against the wall, the impact slightly throwing the air out of you.
His face was pressed into your neck, he used his whole body to trap you against the wall. You brought your hands up to push him away, but he grabbed your wrists and slammed them against the wall. He was… bristling. Just like an actual cat as he growled. “Jimin! What the he— Ow!”
He bit you! Like actually bit you! It wasn’t hard enough to make you bleed, but dammit, it hurt!
Jimin growled against your neck, muttering something you couldn’t understand as you continued to struggle against him. He began licking the spot that he had bitten with his rough tongue, making you gasp… and a shiver run down your spine. “Why?”
Breathlessly you ask, “Why what?”
“Why are you covered in another damn cat’s scent? You reek of him!”
Jimin pulled away from your neck enough for you to see his eyes. They were constricted slightly in a diamond shape, something you didn’t know was possible for a Hybrid. This sparked a bit of fear in you. Why? Why was the animalistic side of him pushing against the thin veil of his humanity? You tried to respond, but all you could do was sputter. He grabbed you almost harshly, pulling you away from the wall and spinning you around, pinning you against the wall once again. 
That was when you felt it. He was hard. Jimin groaned against your ear and something inside you, despite the slight fear that was quickly dissipating, clenched in need and desire. He leaned into your ear and whispered, "We were all set to stand by and watch you be happy with a normal person. But a Hybrid? If you wanted a Hybrid, any one of us was willing to step up."
You couldn’t help the needy whimper that left your lips as he ground himself against you. “J-Jongin… mmmm… is just a friend!”
Jimin let out a hiss and nipped at your neck, making you squeak. Your cheeks heated up. This shouldn’t have turned you on the way it was. “Don’t you dare say anyone else’s name. You’re mine! Jungkook’s! Hoseok’s! Yoongi’s! You’re all ours!”
Your pelvic floor clenched and the way Jimin stiffened behind you told you that he could smell just how turned on you are. “You want that? For us to make you ours? Mine and Yoongi’s queen? To be Jin’s peahen? Jungkook’s doe? A bitch in heat for the fucking canines?”
His words were making you light headed. It was so brusque. It was so dirty… and you liked it. It had been too long since anyone had spoken to you like this. And you didn’t want him to stop.
Reality came crashing down on you though at the sound of the door opening followed by Hoseok and Taehyung’s voices. You both froze for a moment until you realized that both of them were heading for the kitchen.
You panicked. Squeezing out from under Jimin, you ran. You ran past your dog Hybrid roommates as they called after you, but didn’t stop, even as you practically flew up the stairs.
Taehyung was hot on your heels as always, but you managed to get to your room and lock the door behind you before he could reach you. You heard him panting from the other side of the door. Another set of steps joined him. Hoseok called out your name. “Come on, let’s talk about it.”
“No, Hobi. I need to be alone. Not after what just happened. Not after what was said.”
Taehyung started to call your name, but you cut him short. “Please! Just… leave me alone. I can’t be around any of you. You mess with my head. And I don’t want to mess with yours.”
One of them let out the saddest whimper you had ever heard, but you ignored it, rushing to the bathroom attached to your room. You turned on the shower and stripped your clothes as quickly as you could. Once naked, you hopped into the still cold shower. Grabbing a sponge and your bottle of body wash, you prepared them as hot tears started finding their wait to your eyes.
You started scrubbing furiously at your body, wanting to get rid of the scents that were making them lose their sanity; even if you couldn’t smell them yourself. It wasn’t until your body was scrubbed almost raw and red did you stop. 
Dropping the sponge, you sank against the wall of your shower until you were crouched in a fetal position. You bit the inside of your mouth to keep from crying out, lest one of your roommates forced their way in to rescue you.
Salty, hot tears ran down your face as you stared off into nothing, hoping that the water would wash away your confused feelings. But you could still feel him: the way Jimin’s body pressed up against yours, the way he growled, the way it all left you painfully aroused. 
Even if you were just beginning to come to terms with your feelings for them, arousal was something else all together. And how could something so… dangerous turn you on like that? It felt… wrong. You had always been, well, vanilla in your sex life. But the implication of just being taken, of being tamed… that both aroused and terrified you. But you wanted it again. You wanted to be touched like that. You wanted to feel him against you again… you wanted them. All of them. 
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brumatifl · 6 years ago
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— basics .
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▸ is your muse tall/short/average?
Compared to like 99.9% of her friends, she’s the short one.
▸ are they okay with their height?
Yes and no? Because she’s learned to love the concept of catching her opponent off guard. Most of her tall (FREAKISHLY TALL) friends want to dot over and such but are take aback when they see how Yuki is very much capable of doing things on her own. This girl is ready to climb the counter to get to the top shelf, use magic if she needs to just to prove her point.
▸ what’s their hair like?  
Yuki’s hair is white, reaches her hips and is naturally straight with a small wave towards the end of it. It’s soft to the touch, and when you run your fingers through it, it’s mostly tangle free till you reach the end. It’s not thin nor thick, it’s just average? If that makes sense. Her hair is the most pampered thing out of her body, if we can say that. Special shampoo, conditioner, all the oil/lotion treatments and she stresses on the fact it’s all either homemade, or handmade, nothing synthetic coming from a factory. 
▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming?
on a normal day: Brushed, maintained, style into either a bun or a pony tail or some kind of braid.
for certain occasions: I’m not expert so I don’t know much terminology but she has lots of hair and uses that for her advantage. Her hair is always the first thing that catches people’s eyes because of the detail and effort that’s been put into it. 
▸ does your muse care about their appearance?
She cares as much as an average person would. On special occasion she does want to look presentable, but not the center of attention. But on regular days she dresses depending on how she feels and doesn’t care if it’s casual or a little dressy as long as she feels comfy in it. 
▸ does your muse care about what others think about them?
Yuki right now is at a point where she’s trying to overcome that. In the past, she did care and wanted to be a person that was accepted even if it meant she bent herself out of her regular shape. Nowadays, she’s learning to be herself and whether it pleases people or not should be the least of her concern. Yuki is now wanting to accept herself and those around her who are willing to stay regardless of her change, those are the ones she cherishes. 
— preferences
▸ indoors or outdoors? ||>> OUTDOOR
▸ rain or sunshine?  ||>> RAIN
▸ forest or beach? ||>>  FOREST
▸ precious metals or gems?  ||>> GEMS
▸ flowers or perfumes?  ||>> FLOWERS
▸ personality or appearance?  ||>> PERSONALITY
▸ being alone or being in a crowd?  ||>> BEING ALONE
▸ order or anarchy? ||>> ORDER
▸ painful truths or white lies?  ||>> PAINFUL TRUTHS.
▸ science or magic? ||>> MAGIC
▸ peace or conflict?  ||>> PEACE
▸ night or day?  ||>> NIGHT
▸ dusk or dawn? ||>> BOTH
▸ warmth or cold? ||>> COLD
▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends?  ||>> FEW CLOSE FRIENDS
▸ reading or playing a game? ||>> READING
— questionnaire
▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits?
She pulls on her hair when nervous/antsy/uncomfortable. 
Can be too nurturing, gotta remind her to back up sometimes. 
Wants to bear all the hits, all the bad and protect her friends/family from them.
When someone finds out she’s a witch, the instant thought is ‘they hate me, they’re scared of me, i’ll live up to that and make it a reality so they won’t be hurt. so i won’t hurt.’ 
▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them?
The loss of her parents at a fairly young age of course had a huge impact on her childhood but seeing as she’s slowly learning and trying to develop herself and move on, it doesn’t play that huge of a role here on tumblr anymore. It’s more the loss of the people she’s recently met and grew close to that affects her the most. No one has died (yet), but they’ve either moved away and haven’t contacted her, told her they no longer want to be associated with her because of what she is..it’s all just making her more hesitant to approach new people or to consider making new bonds. 
▸ what are some fond memories your muse has?
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES WITH HER DAD. Those are the most fond of memories. And her last two years of high school, those were good memories too. The field trips, the contests, the festivals, the events, the games she’s watched for her friends. That’s what I can think of for now. 
▸ is it easy for your muse to kill?
 Easy? No. Does she do it? Yes, when she has to and there’s no other option. Yuki’s hands are clean, she’s spilled blood and she’s not proud of it. But some circumstances drive her against a wall and she has no other option. 
▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down?
She curls onto herself, legs and arms, as if she’s trying to hold herself together and not lose herself to the endless stream of thoughts in her mind. Things you’ll notice all the time is: her face is covered and hidden by her hands/arms, the ground around her slowly starts to frost over but it doesn’t expand just a maybe a foot or two around her, the air is also colder than average. Yuki becomes hostile and defensive, if anyone tries to approach her her common response is taking a step back and lashing out at them. If she doesn’t feel safe enough to calm down then she might resort to violence.  
▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life?
Yes, it’s possible. There are characters in her main story that Yuki already trusts with everything. Vld!Yuki trusts the paladins with her life as well, but she’s portrayed as a bit more naive. Of course she won’t trust anyone straight off the bat, it’s a long process. 
▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love?
I haven’t looked into that side of her much so I can’t tell? I feel like it depends on who the person is but she is loyal, very loyal and supportive. Yuki becomes more aware of herself and wants to better herself for their sake. She feels inclined to protect them from everything which is a bit much, so again they’d have to snap her out of that. She values communication and feels safer and more reassured when a problem is resolved using it. Yuki likes physical affection; hand holding, hugs, cuddles, small pecks and forehead kisses. Simple things that recharge her. 
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literearyinpink · 7 years ago
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A little Oscar Wilde, shall we...?
The Victorian Bromance: An Exploration of the Man’s World and Homosocial Relationships in Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray
             Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray recounts the fantastical story of the destruction of one man’s beauty.  In it Dorian, a young man noted for his beauty as well as his infectious personality, finds that he is able to remain young and beautiful while his likeness, a painting of himself composed by a close friend, becomes more and more hideous with each wrongdoing of Dorian.  The demise of Dorian seems to come when he separates himself from his close friends, Lord Henry Wotton and Basil Hallward, revealing Wilde’s idea of the value of friendship over the individual.  At the beginning of the novel, the three men form what many today would call a “bromance:” a close bond between men that exceeds mere friendship, toeing the line of homosexuality without actually crossing over.  Of course, this relationship can be equated to Wilde’s own living choices; he puts a lot of himself in Dorian Gray, too much maybe.  While the bromance is certainly something to be celebrated in the text, Wilde’s own personal turmoil brings the destruction of their friendship, ultimately leading to the demise of Dorian and Wilde’s own destruction, as the book was used to prosecute him in his 1895 trials.  
           Most readers would identify the interaction between Dorian, Lord Henry, and Basil as a homoerotic relationship.  In fact, this feeling and style can be felt from the very beginning as the narrator depicts images of roses and lilacs and “delicate perfumes” in the opening lines; all are very feminine portrayals (Dorian Gray 5).  In his article, Joseph Carroll goes on to explain that “the first several scenes establish its sexual orientation by interweaving four chief elements: images of luxuriant sensuality, an overriding preoccupation with male beauty, the depiction of effeminate mannerisms among the characters, and a perpetual patter of snide remarks that are hostile to women, to marriage, and to sexual fidelity” (Carroll 295).  Of course, the plot itself is overtly heterosexual and there is no explicit scene in which homosexuality is revealed, but the undertones are certainly there. Scenes of Carroll’s “luxuriant sensuality” and “effeminate mannerisms” are too many to number, and purely circumstantial: these ideals are based on perception and do not indefinitely point to homosexuality.  The emphasis on male beauty is a different story.  From the very beginning of the story the audience is told of Dorian Gray’s beauty; not handsomeness or attractiveness, but beauty.  This feminine terminology makes the “love” that Henry and Basil have for Dorian that much more fascinating.  While Henry maintains that he is merely interested in Dorian out of mere curiosity for his personality and character, Basil admits (at least in the 1890 version) that “it is quite true that I have worshipped you with far more romance of feeling than a man usually gives to a friend…I grew jealous of everyone to whom you spoke.  I wanted to have you all to myself.  I was only happy when I was with you” (Dorian Gray 227-8).  Romantic reasons or no, both Basil and Henry worship Dorian, giving him the tools he needs to destroy himself.  By putting Dorian up on a pedestal, they separate Dorian from themselves and lead him on the path to destruction, even helping him along the way; Henry gives him the knowledge that he’ll eventually grow old and ugly that leads him to cling to his image and wish he could trade places with it, and Basil is the one who paints the picture in the first place.  
Wilde himself would probably agree with the adoration of Dorian (which will be discussed further).  In his 1895 trials Wilde describes this type of love as something purely innocent and natural:
The “Love that dare not speak its name” in this century is such a great affection of an elder for a younger man as there was between David and Jonathan, such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michelangelo and Shakespeare.  It is that deep, spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect.  It dictates and pervades great works of art like those of Shakespeare and Michelangelo, and those two letters of mine, such as they are. It is in this century misunderstood, so much misunderstood that it may be described as the "Love that dare not speak its name," and on account of it I am placed where I am now. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection.  There is nothing unnatural about it.  It is intellectual, and it repeatedly exists between an elder and a younger man, when the elder man has intellect, and the younger man has all the joy, hope and glamour of life before him.  That it should be so the world does not understand.  The world mocks at it and sometimes puts one in the pillory for it (Testimony of Oscar Wilde).
 This direct quote from Wilde, where he is talking about his own relationship not that of the characters, reveals just how much of himself he put in Dorian Gray, as well as his other works. Wilde’s ideas of friendship found in Dorian Gray can also be seen in his fairy tale, The Devoted Friend, where the cynical water-rat says “I have never been married, and I never intend to be. Love is all very well in its way, but friendship is much higher. Indeed, I know of nothing in the world that is either nobler or rarer than a devoted friendship” (The Happy Prince).  But the over abundance of Wilde’s own beliefs found in the text lead to the tragedy found in the end, a preview of the overwhelming turmoil raging in Wilde.
           Wilde himself states that “[Dorian Gray] contains much of me in it.  Basil Hallward is what I think I am: Lord Henry, what the world thinks of me: Dorian, what I would like to be—in other ages perhaps” (Carroll 290).  As stated above, Wilde idolizes Dorian as well because he is who he would like to be: beautiful and free to be himself, seemingly without a care for the circumstances. In a way, this becomes an experiment for Wilde, a way of seeing how his life would play out if he were to have these advantages.  Of course, he needs something to cover up his “experiment” while also exploring different aspects of himself.  Lord Henry, who he claims to be the public’s perception of him, is a cynical, woman bashing, over opinionated, walking contradiction.  Wilde plays with this a bit, making him satirical in a way.  It is true that “in his own essayistic writings Wilde actually says many of the same things that Lord Henry says.  Lord Henry often sounds like Wilde” (Carroll 298); but there are spots in the text where the two differ in beliefs, like when Henry says “Discord is to be forced to be in harmony with others.  One’s own life—that is the important thing.  As for the lives of one’s neighbors, if one wishes to be a prig or a Puritan, one can flaunt one’s moral views about them, but they are not one’s concern.  Besides, Individualism is really the higher aim” (Dorian Gray 80).  Wilde uses these deficiencies as a way of setting the public right, with the use of his actual self, Basil.  He quickly responds to Henry’s remarks with “But, surely if one lives merely for one’s self, Harry, one pays a terrible price for doing so” (80).  Here, Basil rightfully foreshadows the ending of the novel. Basil remains, in stark contrast to Lord Henry, the voice of reason in the story—though Henry would like to believe he’s the reasonable one, he has no morals to back up his reasonings.  This book often questions the morality of a subject. Though Wilde has stated that he believes in a separation between the artist and morality, he combines the two within Basil, his supposed literary personality.  But Wilde often contradicts himself, and Basil may indeed represent his true self.  With his claim that his relationship with Lord Alfred Douglas was just friendship and his portrayal of the bromance, two members of which are married, Wilde’s ethics can be seen a little more clearly.  While there are certainly homosexual undertones, it is never outright displayed, this may very well speak to a 19th century morality held on Wilde’s count, leaving him incapable of fully broadcasting his lifestyle choices.  
           If Dorian Gray is indeed an experiment to discover the freedom of Dorian’s, then Wilde needs this morality.  Basil is the only one truly capable of stopping Dorian from his downward spiral, but his adoration for Dorian makes him incapable of doing so, and Wilde’s own idealization is reflected here as well.  In the end, the person Wilde wishes he was kills his true self, the self he was killing anyways by denying his sexual identity.  Wilde’s inner turmoil comes to a climax when Dorian stabs the hideous image that used to show his outer beauty; “Dorian loathes himself, but, except by killing himself, he never stops being himself.  Suicide is not a form of resolution.  It is a capitulation to ultimate failure” (Carroll 302).  
           All three of the male characters fail in the end: Lord Henry never really succeeded to begin with, except with filling Dorian’s head with nonsense; Basil is too obsessed with Dorian to do any real good; Likewise, Dorian is too obsessed with himself to see his fatal personality flaws. If these are indeed versions of Wilde’s personality, then it appears there are just too many Wilde’s to succeed. By allowing each to become distinct characters, in his efforts to explore them fully, Wilde loses the bromance, the friendship that would have kept the three in check and maybe saved them all.
 Works Cited and Referenced
Carroll, Joseph. “Aestheticism, Homoeroticism, and Christian Guilt in the Picture of Dorian Gray.” Philosophy & Literature, Vol. 29 No. 2 (Oct2005), p286-304.
“Testimony of Oscar Wilde.” Famous World Trials: The Trials of Oscar Wilde. n.p. n.d. Thurs. 28 May, 2011. <http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/wilde/Crimwilde.html>
 Wilde, Oscar. Letters.  Ed. Rupert Hart-Davis. London: R. Hart-Davis, 1962.
 Wilde, Oscar. The Happy Prince, and Other Fairy Tales. New York: Putnam, 1913.
 Wilde, Oscar. The Picture of Dorian Gray. Ed. Andrew Elfenbein. New York: Pearson Longman, 2007.
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acarin03 · 8 years ago
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[TRANS] Z Interview, Yang Se Jong,'Camera red light, always exciting'
Q: How are you doing these days?  YSJ: I'm interviewing and trying to get a new project. Sometimes I walk alone with my earphones. It seems to be a fixed pattern when there is no schedule.
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Q: Since 'Saimdang' is a pre-production, it is a viewpoint of the viewers who see the work which is now taken.  YSJ: I am always curious about how it will appear because it is my first time acting on TV. In the case of 'Saimdang', I remembered it because it was two years since I took a picture, but when I watch the broadcast, I think that 'I played it that way.'
Q: Is there anything that makes me feel sorry when I think about it?  YSJ: I think I could have done better, but I'm trying not to think like this. I thought that I should not regret it because I did my best to shoot at that time. It is my belief that from the time I was a child, I will do my best to do what is given. I always keep it in my mind to do my best in everything. That's why I do not regret as much as I see my work.
Q: How did you make a pre-production drama for the first time?  YSJ: It is not easy to grasp the pros and cons because it is the first time. I'm just grateful for the thought that I participated in good works. I did my best in the given situation as I did in my previous work "Romantic Doctor Master Kim". I live every day, thinking 'Sejong, you do not know when you will die'.
Q: In 'Saimdang', a young man and a next-generation humanist, Han Sang-hyun, played the role of one person. It is not an easy challenge.  YSJ: I tried to get familiar with the Folk Village in order to be a child. At 8 o'clock, when we start shooting, we arrive at 7 o'clock, change into hanbok, look around and see the scene first. Then I memorized the dialogue. If you do this, you can immerse yourself in the film without worrying.
In the case of Han Sang Hyun, I was living in a museum because I was a character who was very skilled in Asian art history. Unknown artefacts acquired knowledge through portal site search. Especially when I'm acting normally, I use perfume to suit my character. Find the best fragrance for your character. Only young Lee Gyeon, I did not use perfume for the first time because it was Chosun era which was the only one of the characters that had played in the past. I think that the perfume used in the Chosun Dynasty and the one I use today will not match.
Q: Is there any similarity between the two of them?  YSJ: I do not like Han Sang Hyun's injustice. When Lee Young Ae is in trouble, he gets out of his way. However, it does not resemble the point that Han Sang Hyun does not care about the tone or the surroundings. I'm trying to talk about it when I talk.
Q: Lee Young-Ae cannot be overlooked in the 'resignation party'. As Lee Yong-Ae's assistant came out of the play, as if there was a lot of time together, how was breathing?  YSJ: I felt grateful that there was one person who could count on the scene. In the field, I did not say to my seniors "I have a lot of will, thank you". I guess you'll feel uncomfortable because of me. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you. It really was the greatest blessing in my life to shoot with Lee Young-ae. (Smile)
Q:I guess you've  never played the historical drama before?   YSJ:I debated it for the first time and it was fun. There were many  things I could imagine surprisingly. I would like to see various charms  through the historical drama. (Smile)
Q: He was also  active in 'Romance Doctor Master Kim' which was broadcast prior to 'Saimdang'. I  think I learned a lot by watching.   I have learned that Lee Young-ae and Han Seok-gyu are respected for their  thoughts while doing two consecutive works. He gave me advice every time  I shot him, and he handled me well. One day, Mr. Seok-gyu advised me  that "Sejong is an actor who does not go short but go far." As  soon as I heard that, I promised that I should go to the actor’s life while  drawing a big picture, not sticking to short - term success.
Q: In 'Romantic  Doctor Kim Sabu', he was a doctor. The doctor had many things to prepare  as well as a humanist.   YSJ: I had to know all about surgical skills as well as medical terminology. Because  of it, I did not put the script in my hands. I watched the videos  uploaded on the internet and made a lot of references. I thought I was  perfectly prepared, but it was hard to shoot my first surgery. I think  it was awkward because it was the first time I learned how to cook with my  head.
Q: Over time, the  surgical scene became natural.   YSJ: As time went by, everything became natural. The ability to  understand the scene, the script, and my hand. haha.
Q: It emerged as a rival pole of Yoo  Yeon-seok. It would not have been easy to fight a  tense battle with your senior. How did you breathe?   YSJ: I was faithful to the script. Rather  than interpret it in its own style, I tried to express it as much as  possible. Especially, I think  that it was the most important thing to express the character of Do In Bum which  I gave consideration to Yoo Yeon Seok’s ability to play comfortably. In the beginning, I felt burdened  that I had a rival relationship with my senior, but I was able to discover my  enjoyment at any moment.
Q: What  kind of Yoo Yeon Seok was your senior?   YSJ: I really wanted to be like him. It  was perfect as a person as well as acting advice. I like wine and he likes wine. We shared a wine together and formed  a consensus. Now is the time to  return. haha. Later, I found myself in a position  that expresses affection to my senior, "I love you, sir".
Q: It is  not an exaggeration to say that it is the work that made the two Yang Se Jong  of the present from 'Romantic Doctor Master Kim’ to 'Saimdang'.   YSJ: I will never forget both works. Nowadays,  'Saimdang' is air on same slot time with ‘Romantic Doctor Master Kim’. I just want to see it again, for no  special reason. Maybe I miss  it? I cannot sleep easily  because I remember the memories of those days.
Q: Both  works have attracted a lot of public attention.   YSJ: I do not think it's getting popular yet. In fact, everything is just  thankful. I will become an  actor who will be working hard without losing an introductory form. I wish I could have done what I  hoped for in 2017 and be happy.
Q: How did you get to the  actor's path?   YSJ: I used to go to the theatre as a group in high school. At that  time, I thought I'd just come and see without thinking. But at some  point I found myself laughing and crying at the actors acting on stage. At  that moment, I thought, 'I am in a piece of work.' I walked the actor's path  thinking, 'What I am going to do is that.' Especially I thought that I  want to do the act itself rather than being an actor.
Q: Is there still time and  thought for living an actor now?   YSJ: Nothing has changed. It's just that I have to work harder and  better. Honestly, it is hard to go through the process of making and  creating characters while practicing alone. Of course, in order to grow  as an actor, I am trying to solve it wisely because it is the part that I  have to overcome.
Q: What do you think the  charm of the actor is?  YSJ: It's hard to get ready, but when I stand in front of the camera and see  a red light flashing toward me, my chest shakes and I'm thrilled. After  that, I hear the 'action' of the bishop and listen to the acting, and the air  is even more complicated.
Q: Is there anyone who  helped you get to your place?   YSJ: There are two of you. In high school, you are teacher and acting  teacher. I would not be here if I was not really two. You helped me  to get a positive mind and helped me to get back to my job as an actor. Thank  you very much. I have not seen you for so long and I want to see it. I'm  thinking of looking for the Teacher's Day. (Smile)
Q: What do you want to do in  the future?   YSJ: I want to do everything that is given at that time, no matter what genre  it is. I am confident to be ready for my best.
Q: If you are interested in  anything other than your usual acting.   YSJ: I like wine and perfume. If the wine is delicious, try tasting it. Perfume  is the only product I collect, and as I mentioned before, I sowed it  according to the character so I often buy it. haha. Other than  that, how often do you listen to music?
Q: The fans' appearance is  complimented. What do you think about this reaction?   YSJ: Thank you. I do not know what to do when I praise you for your  appearance. Can I sometimes get such a crush on you? I also carry  the idea. I think I have no choice but to return now. I will always  work hard when I try to be an actor without losing a beginner.
Q: What is the dream of both  Yang Se Jong?   YSJ: I have no dreams or goals in particular. I would laugh if I had no  goal, but I do my best every day thinking that I should stick to reality. I  think that a good day will come naturally. I hope that everyone around  me, including me, will be happy this year. Everyone is happy and  rewarding. (Smile)
 Trans by twitter@ysejongarchive
Sorry if there’s mistakes, thx
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gosfordparks · 8 years ago
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rules: complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. when you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. have fun and enjoy! 
Tagged by @patsmount 
1: are you named after someone? Literally the character from Lewis Carroll novel? Although I doubt my mum ever read the original novel bc she doesn’t read much, but she had the official Disney picture book, with art from the movie, and she was obsessed with it, she brought it anywhere she went. At least that’s what she told me 2: when was the last time you cried? Yesterday for a very delicate + serious reason that maybe it’s best not to report here since this is supposed to be fun to read. Let’s just say I’m trying to come to terms with smth atm. Also yesterday it was a very upsetting day in general bc I’m trying to make friends but people keep blowing me off 3: do you like your handwriting? I love it even though people laugh at it and they’re are not sure wheter they should be amused by it or be slighly condiscending with it, and I’m sure they find it ridiculous (actually it was someone from this site who called it ‘so funky’; hi Zuzana, love you), but yeah I love it, it’s an expression of my artistic personality 4: what is your favourite lunch meat? I’m a vegetarian?? Also I’m not familiar with strange American terminology when it comes to food, why can’t you just eat pasta for lunch like normal people 5: do you have kids? Ahaha 6: if you were another person, would you be friends with you? Probably not lbr 7: do you use sarcasm? I like how Martina answered ‘not as much as I used to’, I never overcame my Daria-wannabe phase and I don’t have any regrets (ok maybe I have a few at times) 8: do you still have your tonsils? Yes 9: would you bungee jump? Lmao no 10: what is your favourite kind of cereal? Ehrm...plain oats, does that count? Or organic muesley with dark vegan chocolate chips or smth. Again, I’m not sure if these things count as ‘cereal’ but I’m a really boring person 11: do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I never though about this before but I guess I generally don’t 12: do you think you’re a strong person? No, I’m weak in all regards 13: what is your favourite ice cream? Black cherry and dark chocolate 14: what is the first thing you notice about people? Mmm... if they give me good/pure people vibes or if the struck me as being completely self-absorbed and selfish + hypocrytical/fake (I’m sorry guys, I’m all for self love if it’s done to empower yourself and others but I still don’t associate those traits I just described with being good people, I’ll understand if you disagree) 16: what is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? Actually I was thinking about this question and I realized I like my body??? Wow, this is a really positive thing to find out lol I mean, I still don’t feel very confident when I go out wearing my natural hair down+ glasses + chapped lips, so I guess I don’t love my natural hair, my dark circles, my skin, wearing glasses, and sometimes I’m concerned about my knees/legs because with the passing of the years my knees are getting more and more turned inwardly and my articulations creek like those of an old lady when I get up, but that’s more of an health concern. Uh, and sometimes I wish I was taller. But like, I don’t love all these things, but I’ve come to terms with them, I accept them, I like them. I like my body. (I like my posture less it’s really bad at all times. I slouch A LOT and get into super weird poses lmao). Also why is this question only about negative traits, shut out to my naturally voluminous, long-ass eye-lashes that I love 17: what color pants and shoes are you wearing now? I’m in my underwear 21: favourite smell? Martina stole my answer, lavender, but also I loove the smell of those candles that ALL the brands make for Halloween? You know the candle I’m talking about, you can find almost the same thing in a 99-dollar stollar or at Yankee Candle, it smells of cinnamon and sugar and other spices and vaguely like burning wood?? Also my favourite perfumes tend to be citrus fragances. Also green tea I forgot about green tea omg scratch all of that it’s green tea 22: who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My dad, same answer as Martina 23: favourite sport to watch? I find watching tennis weirdly relaxing for some reason. Also years ago I used to do (roller) figure skating and at the time I used to watch (ice) figure competions but now I can’t be bothered 24: hair color? Dark brown + reddish 25: eye color? Dark brown 26: do you wear contacts? Yes 27: favourite food to eat? You can’t possibly ask me this question. All the food 29: last movie you watched? 8 femmes 30: what color of shirt are you wearing? I’M IN MY BRA 31: summer or winter? If I have to choose Winter bc Summer is my least favourite season but fuck both of them tbh Spring ftw  32: hugs or kisses? I want to be kissed on my neck rn 33: what book are you currently reading? I’m still reading Ni D’E’ve ni D’Adam by Amélie Nothomb, even though it’s a 100-page long book, bc I’m going through an intese ‘watching Youtube 24/7 and not reading for shit’ phase. Someone save me 34: what do you miss right now? Mmh... nothing? I’m looking forward to the future more than the past at the moment 35: what is on your mouse pad? I use a laptop with a touchpad so 36: what is the last tv program you watched? Holby 37: what is the best sound? My favourite sound used to be smth very specific, you know the ‘thump’ a bottle does when you uncork it? Now I’m guess I’m watching too much asmr; I’m obssesed with tapping. I find myself tapping on things in stores and people stare at me.  38: rolling stones or the beatles? The Beatles but only bc I literally only know 3 RL songs 39: what is the furthest you have ever traveled? England I think, so not very far lol 40: do you have a special talent? I like to think I can write but it’s unclear if I can still do it + if I’ll ever be able to do it English well enough 41: where were you born? Sicily
I tag my most recent followers: @izzyhuett, @kitscaboodle, @fictionally-teddi, @biancagrieve, @lockbearer, @matildaswan, @misskatekane and @tall-maja, because I want to get to know them :D
If anyone read the whole thing thank you omg
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acloudwalker · 7 years ago
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@sakuratrails
(consider this a lame gift for you chri and sakura at the same time! sorry for how messy n all over the place it looks, but i literally forgot how the damn formatting looks in tumblr text lmfaoo... anyway! as you can tell i had a blast doing this, so i hope you’ll enjoy it even a bit; happy bday you two, ily)
PS; apologies in advance for........... butchering a lot of things
he taps his finger against the screen of his phone, opening the messaging app. the ever familiar pink pastel greets his eyes, followed by past sent displeased stickers.
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a fond hum leaves his smiling mouth, lips curved by the sense of cockiness she can only offer to him. it’s been awhile he realizes, and it feels like he’s using her birthday as an excuse to talk to her, and potentially drag her out with him for the day.
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but he knows that she’ll end up being busy, especially since, he’s not the only one who knows about today. perhaps he should had kidnapped her a few days prior. if only it was that simple, though. their schedules are chaos and sure, he managed to buy time and the gifts for her but, it’s not like they would had been able to meet anytime. he would like to think that this is a special day, even if he wouldn’t consider so for his own birthday. it’s sakura, so by default, it’s meaningful.
he begins to type down, his eye checking the last time she logged. a few hours ago huh.
> |・ω・)
> |・ω・)ノ
his fingers were close to tapping some words but he abruptly stopped when he received instant reply.
< Gross, if you got something to say
< Spill it already.
eyes widened, mouth falling open, he ends up clenching his phone and chuckling quietly. wow, why is this so touching?
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> kyahhh |▽//)
> you made my heart skip a beat!
> i didn’t expect to be graced with your presence so quick (o◇o)
the other free hand of his drums with a giddy rhythm against the desk while he awaits for her to finish typing. which, by the way, immediately skyrocketed as soon as he sent his embarrassing wall of text.
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< …
< I see how it is.
< I’ll get going, since you seem so keen about wasting my time.
enma almost panics but he still sees her green dot being on, so the little knot in his throat loosens up. he releases a choked out sigh and begins tapping with the speed of a thousand burning desperate dying will men.
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> I got it I got it!
> I won’t play coy
> nor waste your time! (I’m not even using emojis now to prove my point)
> anyway, if you’re not as busy as I think you are… would you wanna meet up?
he sees it takes a bit longer for her to reply at which, he almost was ready to add another wall of it’s okay if you’re not able tos. but thankfully, he got his answer.
< Sure, I was letting my boss know I was done with my work.
< So I can do that.
< I’m hungry too, and you still owe me that cake.
cue to a sticker with a bear enjoying pastries. cute.
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> ohoho :3c I see even hibari-san has a soft spot in letting you go early
< Wha— you idiot don’t push it!!
> want me to pick you up?
< You don’t even know where I work, it’s fine. I need to change anyway.
> alright! I’ll see you then ♥
< ugh.
> aww you’ll love me once you see what I got you c;
< We’ll see about that
an unimpressed cat sticker. enma ends up giggling for good at that, and with a disturbed koyo who grumbled at him to quit being a disgrace.
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he maneuvers the two boxes gently in his hands once he gets out of his car. he would had preferred his bike, but the presents need careful handling, so this will have to do.
he ends up heaving a sigh as he hip bumps to slam the door closed, carefully squeezing through for his keys and car alarm. phew, settled.
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while he tried to look for her among the crowd, he luckily spotted more familiar pink strutting in the cafe’s way. he picks up his pace so he can catch up to her, making sure his shoes don’t make noise which could attract attention. using his stealth skills inherited from pretty shabby things in this situation, is somehow laughable. but it's all worth it when he can catch her by surprise and swiftly avoid her instinctive jab in his ribs.
"woah~ i see your reflexes are still as flawless as ever."
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"And I see you're still as resistent as a cockroach." her arched eyebrow and tensed shoulders that eventually relax are the telltale of how familiar she is with all of this. 
and if enma reads in too much, he also dares to say, welcomed on her part. she's exasperated but endeared. enma hopes she did miss him, even the tiniest bit he did for her.
he chooses not to dwell in these pathetic, cheesy thoughts. she's already in front of him, having her attention.
"hey, do you mind if we stop by the park first? i can't give your gifts into the cafe."
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he can see curiosity sparking in her eyes and how much she immediately tries to hide it by playing casual. his lips quirk into another cocky grin, which this time she's witness to. and daresay, he didn't manage to avoid the elbow into his chest this time. it's not like it hurt, though. she somehow makes sure, not to pack too much of a weight into it? unless his nerves are messed up... or she really does have noodle arms.
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once again, he keeps those thoughts to himself and fall together into a comfortable pace. he carefully keeps the boxes into his arms, fondly staring down at them. that seems to only perk her interest further and thus impatiently asks him (kindly) to hurry the hell up♥. his laugh that follows is called absolutely insufferable, which only makes him noisier, but quicker on his feet. so quick he almost leaves her behind. the perks of being the taller one for once, huh?
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he swore he could hear her mumbling some profanities under her breath, at which he aww'ed obnoxiously. people were starting to stare at their flashy exchange, so she quickly regained her pleasant persona, polite smile. he just knew the moment she'll open her mouth, words will taste like nothing but acid.
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"You should consider yourself lucky I haven't poisoned your food and dragged you into my lab. You'd be much more useful as a guinea pig."
the shit eating grin he offers to her, she soon comes to realize is not good. because she can already picture what he's about to say back. and just in time as he said:
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"kinky~♪" she dug her heel into his foot with the grace of someone driven by nothing but petty vengeance. despite what other people might think, enma still considers her move to be classy.  
eventually, they happen to find a bench in the shade. enma didn't even get the chance to properly seat himself that his gifts were snatched away within his grip.
he gasps, offended by the fact that he didn't see it coming and by also her being so darn impatient. 
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"w-wait, sheesh. at least be careful with these! they're pretty fragile."
her ever still curious eyes widen even more, so she gingerly handles them onto her lap. but she suddenly looks up at him, eyes narrowed in slits that enma could only categorize as: suspecting cat. "I don't want to hear that from you, the idiot who ran in my direction while holding these so called fragile gifts."
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ouch, she got him there. "but stiill, you'll see what i mean. and perhaps even thank me."
a cynical snort leaves her, followed by the special eye-roll only enma could inflict upon her. "As I said before, we'll see."
she at least has the courtesy to wait for him to settle down finally and soon enough, she starts with the smaller box which contains the limited edition of daisy perfume. she opens her mouth in surprise, gripping at the elegant bottle she got out of its brand box, then side-glances at him. "I'm almost creeped out by the fact that you remembered..."
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that only makes him irritatingly proud, at which she sighs with stupor. should had known better he would ruin this weird sense of feeling touched she got from this gesture.
now, the bigger box leaves her with even more question marks. enma seems the most excited about that too. she squints, utterly suspicious. "This better not be something embarrassing."
"you'll love it, trust m-"
"I dont."
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he smiles brightly, because that, in sakura dictionary means yes, she does trust him indeed. he's a fluent speaker, expert in the terminology of tsunderes.
she undoes the cute ribbon off, noticing the subtle revamps in this box. her eyes widen in realization over that and she quickly removes the lid. if she was self conscious at this point, that flies off the window. because if she would had been able to see herself from afar, she'd be able to hear the ever embarrassing gasp she released at the sight before her intense gaze.
“!!”
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right before her, once again, enma, this ever loving cheeky bastard presented with the utmost adorable hedgehog... it shyly looks up at her, and she can instantly feel herself disintegrating. her hands shake, aching to reach for the little creature, but she doesn't want to scare it any longer.
"You ran with this into your hands?! You absolute idiot!" she half shouts, unable to face him just yet.
just by hearing his voice, she knows that had no effect on him. he's too fond sounding and frankly it annoys her to no end. in the most bizarre warmest manner.
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"i made sure to be careful, honest. i also did my research regarding hedgehogs cohabitation. since they're mostly solitary animals, yeah?" he pauses, in order to make sure she's listening to him still. he continues smiling as he begins talking again. "but i think it would work out if they're both females. definitely not, male plus female obviously. but i'd say, to let them live apart for at least a month and then try to get them to interact. different bacteria and all."
he scratches his cheek when he's greeted by silence. some anxiety piles up, so he begins to blabber faster. "i-if it doesn't work out, i'll obviously take responsibility and care for it! i also brought all the necessities too, so you wouldn't have to worry about that and-"
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a flinch ripples into his spine when she suddenly turns to look at him, grabs him by his cheeks to make him shut the hell up and look directly into her glistening, excited, but still stoic altogether eyes. he only manages to stifle a bashful "mhhfmm?" and look confused as ever. she's... okay with a second hedgehog? or is it too much...?
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"Stop panicking so much. You're scaring her."
he shivers over how wispy her voice is, despite the condescending words. he inhales to calm himself down, focusing on the warmth of her hands radiating off his face. mhm, better. instinctively, he raises a hand to cup hers into his, nuzzling closer.
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"does that mean you're okay with another one?"
upon realizing what he did, he expected her hands to quickly disperse. but they did not, and he's very glad for it.
"What do you think, idiot? Of course I would be." her hands finally dangle off because she quickly turns to look down at this absolutely tiny, harmless creature which did nothing wrong whatsoever. "I mean look at her, she's so adorablee...!"
her sudden break of character made him chuckle in relief, content with her reaction and love for hedgehogs. once his nerves settled down and her guard was let down because of her hands playing around with the tiny ball of spikes, he muses out loud:
"but since she's a girl, i dunno if hibari would work." he grins in mid realization. "oh! how about matching emma with cherry?"
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realizing the implications, she immediately went for the kill, only for her hand to be immediately grabbed in midair and squeezed fondly into his.
"hmm? how about it?"
"No way, you're really bad at giving names."
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based off her smile, enma doubts that would be the case. but he doesn't call out her bullshit and instead lets go of her hand to enjoy her newfound companion, in this pleasant breeze. ah, today's weather is really nice. he thinks as he stares at her smiling face.
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QUINNE: -The woods are the usual place to be, and she's good at navigating them. Whatever the reason she's moving through them now, she's got an armful of books and a rather chilly demeanor. Not unlike usual, of course. She doesn't seem to be in any big hurry, in any case.-
SIRIUS: =There's soft thumps coming from the tree above, as Sirius starts climbing down. On the last branch, she hugs the trunk and slides down it like a ladder, dusting her hands off when she reaches the bottom.=
QUINNE: -she just stops in her tracks as soon as she picks up on the noise, floppy ears twitching a little. She doesn't bother looking up, just waiting for whoever or whatever it is to reach the ground first. And... It's her.-
QUINNE: -She stares, still just standing there.-
SIRIUS: =turns around holding a bunch of flowrs and oh...someone is there. The clear-nectar-someone from the day previously. Did she tell her her name? She doesnt quite remember=
SIRIUS: (oh hi)
SIRIUS: =points up at the tree and laughs a little= (just...looking at stuff up there hehe)
QUINNE: -her gaze sort of drifts to the bunch of flowers for a moment before snapping back to her face. She doesn't mean to look so judgemental... It's just how her face works. And her general demeanor.-
QUINNE: )) stuff ((
SIRIUS: (uh...) =SHE FEELS SHE MUST EXPLAIN=
SIRIUS: (these arent for...) =the heat is rising into her face= (for anyone)
SIRIUS: (ahaha)
SIRIUS: (these grow up on the canopy and i never noticed them before so i thought)
SIRIUS: ("oh how nice")
SIRIUS: ("maybe ruleus doesnt know these are up there too")
SIRIUS: ("i will ask him")
SIRIUS: (though i suppose that does mean these are for him)
SIRIUS: (but not in...)
SIRIUS: (that...sense)
SIRIUS: =thinking she should have perhaps fallen out of the tree instead=
QUINNE: ... )) Ruleus? ((
QUINNE: -she's not entirely oblivious to Sirius' distress, but she's kind of thinking that's just how she is. She does seem to have a lot of red that just kind of happens for her. It's cute.-
QUINNE: )) is that your quad mate? ((
SIRIUS: =her brain just goes fzzt! as she stares into the distance wishing she should compel herself to teleport into the sun=
SIRIUS: (n-no)
SIRIUS: (hhhhhhes only a friend of mine)
SIRIUS: (who does science and research and stuff)
SIRIUS: =she didn't say that crucial bit of information, whoops!=
QUINNE: )) on flowers (( -She still sounds sort of doubtful, or maybe just curious. It's hard to tell.-
SIRIUS: =WHYYY WHY THIS=
SIRIUS: (not just on flowers hhhhhhhhhh)
QUINNE: )) does he do research on perfume too? ((
QUINNE: )) you could give him some of that, too (( -She's offering out a little roll-on bottle of it, one with a clay exterior she molded and painted. The top of it has a face painted on.-
QUINNE: )) or don't ((
SIRIUS: =She's now confused more than anything=
SIRIUS: (oh...okay) =!=
SIRIUS: (sure) =carefully takes the bottle and studies it, holding it up to the light like she had with the other bottle the day before=
SIRIUS: (theres science in that)
SIRIUS: =more to herself= (i think...)(edited)
QUINNE: )) maybe (( -she really just gave it to her out of a kind of curiosity... Which is mostly goaded on by the feeling Sirius does have a crush on this Ruleus person. But it's interesting to try to figure things out.-
QUINNE: )) or maybe not ((
SIRIUS: (its a very cute bottle) =Her glow is dying down the less embarrassed she gets and she placed the flower (now wilted from the heat her hands produced) onto a patch of moss so she could examine the object more thoroughly. She hadnt seen this kind in any store, so she ran a finger carefully over the grooves.=
QUINNE: -oh, this wasn't exactly what she had been anticipating.- )) I made it ((
QUINNE: )) all of it ((
SIRIUS: =gasp!= (you did)
SIRIUS: (how)
QUINNE: )) the bottle is clay and paint and the perfume is oil based with ingredients derived from natural sources ((
QUINNE: )) like plants ((
QUINNE: )) and insects ((
SIRIUS: (wow...)
SIRIUS: (are you sure this is something you wanna give away) =?=
SIRIUS: She's turning it in her hands, admiring the swirls of color in the clay. She'll...lift the head to take a cursory sniff. Why does it feel like she's decapitating someone by doing this?=
QUINNE: -it's maybe intentionally that way...- )) no ((
QUINNE: )) I'm not sure of a lot of things ((
QUINNE: )) but I'm not just giving it to you ((
SIRIUS: (oh) =she means she's giving it to SCIENCE, right?=
SIRIUS: (then after the research is done i will return it to you personally)
SIRIUS: (in case you still want it back)
SIRIUS: =pulls her head back and recaps the bottle, smiling= (it smells as tasty as the bottle looks)(edited)
QUINNE: -with that nice sweet flowery smell, it at least gives a good impression- )) I probably won't want it back ((
QUINNE: )) I just want to see what you do with it ((
SIRIUS: (hehehe okay i will put it to good use)
SIRIUS: (ill have to think about for what cause though)
SIRIUS: (If i use it in a confined space my momll start bumping into things)
SIRIUS: (hmm)
SIRIUS: (maybe she should stay out of the labs until the research is done)
SIRIUS: =She has determined Quinne is very sweet.=
QUINNE: )) your mom uses her smell to move around ((
QUINNE: )) I know a little about that ((
SIRIUS: (mhmm)
SIRIUS: (she says its a latant ability everyone has since we were little)
SIRIUS; (but the older we get the less we use it which is why we forget)
SIRIUS: (we'll remember when we need it again)
QUINNE: )) like when you're lost underground in a cave system ((
QUINNE: )) with nothing but you and the infinite darkness and possibility ((
QUINNE: )) kind of like life ((
SIRIUS: =!! waoh. that's deep=
SIRIUS: (yes)
SIRIUS: (a lot like that) =!=
QUINNE: -nods... She understands- )) maybe loss of smell would lead to another possibility ((
QUINNE: )) maybe your mother could use a spell to develop a new ability beyond even that sense ((
QUINNE: )) or maybe not (((edited)
SIRIUS: =Shrugs= (i dont know for sure)
SIRIUS: (but she does say)
SIRIUS: ("make wise choices")
SIRIUS: (and always seems to know what i did before i tell her)
SIRIUS: (i asked aunt rose once and she said)
SIRIUS: ("call it intuition")
QUINNE: )) you're saying she has a power ((
QUINNE: )) I guess that's not that surprising ((
SIRIUS: (a power) =?=
SIRIUS: (i dont know if its a power...)
SIRIUS: (but if it is she doesnt talk about it)
July 25, 2016
QUINNE: )) everyone has powers, and most of them don't ((
QUINNE: )) mostly, she just sounds like a mom ((
QUINNE: )) mom powers are a thing in themselves ((
SIRIUS: (hehehe its gotta be a mom power then)
SIRIUS: (itd be a little weird if she could do something like that windy thing that doctor john can)
QUINNE: .......... )) do you think he might be one of the guardians ((
SIRIUS: (uh)
SIRIUS: (...'guardians') =?=
QUINNE: )) guardians of the watch towers of the east ((
SIRIUS: =nods sagely= (oh right)
SIRIUS: (the watchtowers..)
SIRIUS: =long pause as she THINKS=
SIRIUS: (actually im sorry, youve lost me)
SIRIUS: (i have no idea what youre talking about) =winces=
SIRIUS: (though)
SIRIUS: (i do want to know all about these guardians and their watchtowers) =Hopeful expression!=
QUINNE: )) it's terminology used in witchcraft ((
QUINNE: )) I wanted to see if you knew it ((
SIRIUS: =Shakes her head, apologetic, and starts to glow in embarrassment.= (hhhhhdshfdslfhdhs) =covers her FACE with her hands=
SIRIUS: (i dont im sorry)
SIRIUS: =no matter what the gaze is, Sirius still cant see it with her sight obscured like this..= SIRIUS: (but what does it mean)
QUINNE: )) the poles all have associated elements ((
QUINNE: )) for the east, it's air ((
QUINNE: )) south is fire, north is ground, west is water ((
SIRIUS: (oh)
SIRIUS: (and you asked if doctor john was a guardian of the east because)
SIRIUS: (wind)
SIRIUS; (i get it now)
QUINNE: )) now you understand ((
QUINNE: )) magick can be useful when you understand ((
SIRIUS: =her glow is dying down little by little. It's safe to come out. She lowers her hands=
SIRIUS: (hehehe yes)
SIRIUS: (you seem to know a lot about magic) =It must mean quinne understands A LOT of things=
QUINNE: )) it might be something I do a lot of ((
SIRIUS: =eyes widen in interest=
SIRIUS: (really)
SIRIUS: (what kind of magic do you do)
QUINNE: )) any kind that suits my purposes ((
QUINNE: )) it's an incredibly versatile craft ((
SIRIUS: (thats nice) =!= (i thought witches were experts in only one category) =That's what movies implied, anyway= SIRIUS: (is there a type of magic you like the most)
QUINNE: ... )) the type that uses scents and stones and homemade crafts (( QUINNE: )) so I guess mostly ground and air magick ((
SIRIUS: =star eyes=
SIRIUS: (incredible)
SIRIUS: (can you tell me more)
SIRIUS: (are you allowed to tell me more)
SIRIUS: (do you have a coven where youre sworn to secrecy)
SIRIUS: (youre not getting in trouble by talking to me about this, are you)
QUINNE: )) I dictate the rules ((
QUINNE: )) it's possible I could tell you more ((
QUINNE: )) but that depends ((
SIRIUS: (...)
SIRIUS: (....on) =? She ventured.=
QUINNE: )) your ability ((
QUINNE: -she considers for a moment, then offers out a vial of something golden-brown to her. Looks like yet another syrup.- )) this is an ingredient ((
QUINNE: )) the white witch can use it, if you can find him ((
SIRIUS: =what...ability? her glowing?? that sounds like a line from the human version of Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers.=
SIRIUS: (i will definitely try)
SIRIUS: =if anything, she'd think itd be Uncle Jake. hey had white majyyks, so he couuuuuld be a witch? gee.=
QUINNE: )) then maybe you'll succeed ((
QUINNE: )) or maybe not ((
QUINNE: )) we will see if intents align ((
SIRIUS: =inspects the bottle in her hands for any CLUES. sHIT, how she obtain a quest?! This came literally out of nowhere!=
SIRIUS: (where theres a will theres a way ahaha)
QUINNE: -eyeballs her... at least her attitude seems right for magick, but she's not going to say that yet-
QUINNE: )) I'm looking for something, too ((
SIRIUS: (you are)
SIRIUS: (what kind of thing)
SIRIUS: (is it something specific) = o: =
SIRIUS: =did she just...agree to another quest=
QUINNE: )) a ship ((
QUINNE: )) one that came here recently ((
SIRIUS: (oh) =!= SIRIUS: (well the union did)
SIRIUS: (but you probably already knew that)
SIRIUS: (do you know what it looks like)
QUINNE: )) no ((
SIRIUS: =still turning the bottle in her hands=
SIRIUS: (there one that's landed three days ago down eight landing zones that someone recently took to get a paint job)
SIRIUS: (its metallic cyan with neon orange racing stripes)
SIRIUS: (theres the green rocketship shaped ship that landed yesterday to deliver a shipment) =points in the distance. They can see the nose of it from even this far away=
QUINNE: )) it's full of notable figures and their offspring ((
SIRIUS: (that does sound a lot like the unbreakable union...)
SIRIUS: (theres people like the signless and disciple on board)
SIRIUS: (and it was home to orphaner dualscar once)
SIRIUS: (and aranea serket the famous autobiographer lived on it too)
SIRIUS: (she recorded all the adventures of the union and her crew)(edited)
QUINNE: )) yes that might be the one ((
SIRIUS: (what a coincidence) =Smiles!= (i live there sometimes)
SIRIUS: (were you looking for anyone in particular)
QUINNE: )) maybe ((
SIRIUS: (do you know what they look like)
QUINNE: )) maybe not ((
QUINNE: )) I only need to find the ship ((
SIRIUS: (in that case ill lead you right to it)
SIRIUS: = :D =
SIRIUS: (youll have to talk to the captain to get on board of course but you dont need to worry cause hes super nice)
QUINNE: )) interesting ((
QUINNE: )) I will find out ((
SIRIUS: =Sirius stored the bottle of perfume and the bottle of brown nectar in her sylladex then picked up her wilted flowers. Cant forget those!=
SIRIUS: (are you a fan or fam) =starts walking in the direction of the docks and beckons her to follow= (usually its one of the two)
QUINNE: )) neither one (( -she's following behind her at a leisurely pace-
SIRIUS: =She's...slowing down so her mile-long strides dont leave quinne in the dust.=
SIRIUS: (oooooh)
SIRIUS: (is it okay for me to ask you the reason)
QUINNE: )) you can ask ((
QUINNE: )) but I probably won't tell you (((edited)
SIRIUS: (hehehe okay)
SIRIUS: (just curious)
QUINNE: )) curiosity is good ((
QUINNE: )) you never know what can happen ((
QUINNE: )) it's better to be curious ((
SIRIUS: (then out of curiosity what is the reason for you want to visit the union)
SIRIUS: =joking= (is it the museum)
QUINNE: )) it has a museum? ((
SIRIUS: (it does)
SIRIUS: (most of its items were collected during the war)
SIRIUS: (the second one)
QUINNE: )) hmm ((
QUINNE: )) it could be a reason ((
SIRIUS: (theres some pretty neato things in there)
SIRIUS: (its basically a collection of donations so they kinda tell the story of the people that lived it)
QUINNE: )) it's probable some interesting ghosts cling to them ((
SIRIUS: (oh yeah definitely)
SIRIUS: (i heard my lusii talking about things when they thought i wasnt listening)
SIRIUS: (like)
SIRIUS: (people have...) =looks around to make sure they arent overheard=
SIRIUS: ((died))
SIRIUS: (on the ship before)
QUINNE: )) yes ((
QUINNE: )) I guess that isn't surprising, either ((
QUINNE: )) people seem to die most places ((
QUINNE: )) the circumstances might be unique, though ((
QUINNE: )) as unique as deaths can be ((
SIRIUS: (places where people die is a good place for ghosts to be as any) =beaming smile=
SIRIUS: (baldur taught me this)
QUINNE: )) Baldur ((
QUINNE: -she's looking at her now-
SIRIUS: (yes)
SIRIUS: (hes really into haunts and stuff and is practically an expert in all things ghost and supernatural related)
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