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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Barking Up The Wrong Tree

Ransom Drysdale One Shot

Summary: It’s the Annual Pre-Easter meal at the Thrombey’s and Ransom and you are in attendance. As usual, there’s fireworks, a lot of swearing and there’s only one way you know he can get rid of his frustrations…

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT (NSFW) NO UNDER 18s!

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: So this was originally written last year for @jennmurawski13 who requested a smutty one shot with an Evans character of my choice for her birthday. It was coined from a Brainstorming sesh me and @icanfeelastormbrewing had for our intended Ransom x OFC series (we might get round to it in 2022…so by then you’ll have forgotten if we use it again.) FYI Eighteen year old Ransom is totally Bryce from Fierce People, you can’t convince me otherwise… I also very much now see this being the same Reader as in mine, @ohthankevans13 and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale series.

Your brown leather, knee high Saint Laurent boots (a gift from the man whose lap you were curled up on) were on the floor by your feet leaving you in your grey, woollen over-knee socks. One of your boyfriend’s large hands was resting on your left shin, the other just at the top of your right thigh, almost on your ass cheek. You were well aware your black sweater dress was riding up so went to shift and shimmy it down a little, conscious that you were, after all, sat in the large drawing room at his grandfather’s house whilst the rest of his family milled around as the pre-Easter dinner, which always took place the weekend before the actual holiday, was being prepared.

“You okay?” Ransom looked up at you, noticing you shift on his lap and you smiled.

“Yeah, just don’t want to flash everyone too much if you get my drift.”

Ransom cocked an eyebrow at you, then peeked around the room, before he gave a snort as his eyes fell on his cousin Jacob who was watching the pair of you.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want Adolf junior getting a boner now would we?”

You gave a chuckle as you re-arranged your dress, making yourself more comfortable.

“He’s just a kid, Ran.” You soothed.

“He’s a deviant, Princess.” He replied, his voice quiet.

“So were you when I first met you.” You grinned, looking at him as you bent closer to whisper into his ear “Still are when the mood takes you.”

Ransom pulled back to look at you, his face inches from yours, his eyebrow raising slightly as that dirty smirk spread across his handsome face. “Stop it.” He warned, and you shrugged innocently, as he placed a soft kiss on your mouth.

“Come on son, put her down.” Richard’s voice rang across the room and instantly you felt Ransom’s entire demeanour change. Gone was the relaxed, jokey, happy Ran you knew and loved and in his place was Hugh Ransom Drysdale, asshole extraordinaire.

“Piss off, Father.” He shot back, his head moving back from yours, fixing his dad with a steely glare.

“Hey.” Richard glowered “Don’t speak to me like that…” he turned to Linda. “Did you hear that Linda?”

“Ransom…” Linda said lazily, not looking up from her phone. “Don’t speak to your father like that.”

Ransom rolled his eyes and you gently looked at him, shaking your head, silently telling him to stay calm. It was always the same with the Thrombey family gatherings. Ransom despised them for the simple fact that Harlan was the only one he had any time for, bar his mother on a good day, and you were inclined to feel the same way. It always ended in chaos, each individual nuclear sects within the extended family trying to get one up on the other, prove they were the best players in the game.

Frankly, they made the fucking Lannisters look normal.

All your friends were constantly asking you how you managed to stay tangled in this web of dysfunction, but the answer was right in front of you, his crystal blue eyes now narrowed as he shot a sarcastic reply back to his mother.

The simple truth was, you loved him and couldn’t walk away if you tried.

It hadn’t always been that way, mind. When your High School had been asked to submit nominations for the coveted position of Harlan Thrombey’s Summer research assistant, you’d been short listed along with 15 other candidates from the New England area. Each of you were asked to produce a five-thousand word thesis on a literary subject of your choice to be submitted for reading by Harlan. You’d been ecstatic when you received the call from his Publishing Company to say you’d made the final three and were requested to attend an interview.

You’d been and bought a new suit. Nothing fancy but decent enough quality. You made sure your hair was tamed, your make up was as on point as you could get it, and had driven the thirty minutes or so out to his mansion from the home you shared with your Nanna in Brookline, following the directions on your GPS to the area near Pierce Park where the Thrombey Mansion was located. You were greeted by his housekeeper and shown into the large office where the man himself was waiting. Harlan was nothing like you had expected him to be. He was eccentric, sure, but also dmaned good fun. He’d asked you a few questions about why you wanted the position “I’m going to major in English at college and I hope to work in publishing when I graduate, this would be an invaluable experience.” He had then discussed your paper with you and after a few more general questions he had reduced you almost to tears of laughter by telling you a about an incident when he had been at college and was almost caught climbing down the trellis of his girlfriend’s parent’s house following a late night rendezvous of the very naughty kind “Don’t think too badly of me, we ended up married for forty-seven years…”

Then, just as he was showing you out of his study a tall, well-built young man, your age you had correctly guessed, with a strong jaw, dark hair flicked to the left side of his forehead, and a pair of the bluest eyes you had ever seen, waltzed down the hallway. He was dressed in a pair of riding breeches, a polo shirt and wore a long pair of tan leather riding boots.

"Ransom?” Harlan looked at the young man “I wasn’t expecting you till this afternoon.”

“Yeah well, the fucking horse I should have been riding is lame.” Ransom shrugged “Which means I can’t ride, and I probably can’t compete this weekend.”

“Dressage?” you had asked, your mouth speaking well before your brain had engaged, for some reason thinking it was a good idea to comment. Ransom had looked at you with disdain, scanned you up and down and cocked his head to one side, his eyes cold as they locked onto yours.

“Polo.” He had answered, a sneer on his face “Do I look like a dressage rider to you? Mind you, from the state of your cheap high-street dress the nearest you’ve probably ever been to a horse is those shitty little trail rides they run at kids parties.”

“Ransom!” Harlan had snapped sternly “Enough!”

You felt the heat rise in your neck and cheeks, and you drew yourself up to your full height, folding your arms as you looked at the ass hole stood in front of you. One thing your Nanna had told you was that, despite your humble origins, you were as worthy as the next person, no matter how much money, status or self-importance they may have.

“My apologies. I always thought polo was played by arrogant, snobby, stuck up pricks.” You retorted as you made a show of looking him up and down in the same way he had done to you. “Actually, on second thoughts, I should have guessed.”

As soon as the words were out of your mind you let out an internal groan. Way to go, flush your chance of landing this summer internship down the fucking toilet by insulting Harlan’s grandson. Nevertheless, you held the gaze of the man in front of you who stared back, his expression and face utterly stoic bar the blink of surprise his eyes made.

You heard Harlan chuckle behind you and the old man dropped a hand to your shoulder. “Fran, could you see Miss Y/L/N to the door.”

Two days later Harlan had personally called you to offer you the position, and it had turned out to be everything you ever wanted, and more. Three weeks into your internship, to your utter surprise, Harlan confessed that he had been looking to fund a worthy, local candidate through college and as the successful applicant it was yours for the taking. Some strings had been pulled, and in the last week of September thanks to his generosity you started your English Major at Harvard.

And so did Ransom.

He pursued you with a dogged determination, seemingly viewing your indifference towards him and his advances as some kind of challenge. You weren’t fooling yourself, however. He was devastatingly handsome and your traitorous vagina and that part of your brain that controlled your libido harboured a deep desire to fuck his brains out, a desire you finally gave into at the end of your first year when, following your final exam, you got drunk and woke up the morning after in his bed.

It wasn’t all puppies and roses though. You were on and off more than his boxer shorts, as simply put, Ransom was a player. And it didn’t bother you to start with. He was a hook up, a way to relieve tension when you needed to, and he was a very handy person to know with his seemingly endless network of connections. But by the time you graduated you knew you were head over heels for him, and needed to break this seeming cycle of being in and out of his bed. So you turned down Harlan’s offer of a job at Blood Like Wine and were ready to move away from Boston after landing a job at a publishers in Manhattan…but then your nanna had been taken seriously ill and suffered a stroke meaning you had to stay.

As a result of her illness, your nanna was unable to live in your house in Brookline alone and so you were forced to sell it so she could afford to move into a supervised Retirement Village a five minute or so drive away. You were now jobless, drowning with the house-sale which would leave you homeless, and your emotions and been all over the place. You had no other family since your Grandfather had died at the start of your senior year so had no one to turn to.

Enter Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

You’d called him one evening, drunk and emotional and needing a release and he came over alright, but instead of fucking you into the mattress he made sure you drank water, ate something, and then got you into bed. The next morning, Harlan had shown up, telling you the job offer at his company was still open, and then to your utter surprise and initial horror he had offered to buy your nanna’s house, meaning you could remain there as a tenant. At first you had refused, insisting you weren’t a charity case but Harlan had simply waved your concerns away by insisting it was an investment. After a little discussion he agreed to allow you to pay rent which, all things considered, was a pittance in comparison to what other properties the same size in that area commanded but it was a rent nonetheless and made you feel better.

And you knew all of it had ben Ransom’s idea.

This was the side to Ransom he very rarely displayed to anyone. A softer side, a caring side, a gentle side. A side that held you as you cried at the thought that your nanna was growing old and may soon leave you behind, a side that made you a sandwich when you hadn’t eaten in days, a side that helped you pack up and move your Nana’s stuff to her new home, a side that turned up at 9pm with several tubs of ice cream and a bottle of wine after you’d messaged him earlier that afternoon to tell him what a shit day you were having when his Uncle Walt was being a dick at work.

The rest, they say is history. History which meant you were now curled up in his lap some eight or so years post that initial meeting in the hallway of this very house, listening to him bicker with his family, feeling his leg beginning to shake in that way it always did when he was agitated.

“Ran…” you said gently, squeezing his arm and you felt him take a deep breath and he looked at you, his mouth closing as you shook your head “Don’t.”

He turned away, looking to the other side of the room and his face glowered as he spotted Jacob once more had his eyes trained on your bare thigh. God the pubescent creep did his fucking head in, and if he stayed here he was going to end up putting the lanky streak of shit through the wall.

“Can we go?” Ransom looked at you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“We’ve not even had dinner yet.”

“Please.”

That single word was enough to make you understand. It was a word he hadn’t learned until he’d met you, when he realised that his demands and arrogance got him nowhere with you. He still rarely used it mind, but when he did, you knew he was in desperate need of what he’d asked for.

“How about we take a walk?” You suggested “If you still wanna go after then we will”

He took a deep breath as he considered what you had said. Compromise was another word that hadn’t been in his vocabulary until you. His eyes locked onto yours and you looked at him, encouragingly and he took a deep breath, nodding.

“Okay.”

You uncurled yourself from his lap and stood up, him following so you could sit down and place you boots on.

“Are you leaving?” Linda asked, looking up for the first time.

“For a walk.” Ransom said simply, grabbing your hand and pretty much dragging you from the room. He didn’t say a word as he reached the coat stand and retrieved your lightweight Ted Baker belted mac, holding it out for you to slip your arms into, in a display of chivalry he reserved only for you. Once you’d done it up, he took your hand in his and you headed through the kitchen and outside into the reasonably mild April afternoon.

“Don’t let them get to you.” You said softly, leaning into him a little and he sighed, untangling his fingers from yours so he could drop his arm round your shoulders. He hated the fact his family could make him feel like this, like he wasn’t in control, like he was insignificant in the grand scheme of things. He could quite happily go without seeing any of them, well, bar maybe his grandfather, but you had told him he would regret it if he pushed them away completely because you had always wished you’d had a large family unit like that. So, despite the fact he knew deep down that was a load of bullshit, he played the game. He attended the damned gatherings more for your benefit than any as you adored Harlan and seemed to get on fairly well with Joni, Meg and his mother. He hung onto a glimmer of hope that maybe one day it would all change and he’d feel part of it.

But it never did. And he never did.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence across the Mansion grounds, round the lake where Ransom stopped by the small pier, looking out over the water.

“You know my most vivid childhood memories are of this spot.” He mused, his gaze focussed over the lake “Grammy used to bring me down here to feed the ducks.”

“It’s beautiful down here.” You agreed, snuggling further under his arm. “Peaceful.”

“Yeah unlike that fucking house.”

You gave a chuckle, as his hand curled over your shoulder, absentmindedly rubbing over the smooth material of your coat. He was agitated, you could tell, and there were very few ways in which he could calm down when he was like this. One was riding his beloved BB- a polo horse Harlan had bought him for his 21st, one was the pair of you curling up on the sofa with snacks and a good scotch or bourbon, getting drunk and watching Trashy Films, in particular horrors-you both loved to pick plot holes and insult the main characters, declaring the victim a dumb bitch for running up the stairs and not out of the door and the other, well…

You glanced around, checking you were alone before you pulled away from him, taking his hand and tugging on it slightly.

“What?” he asked looking down.

“Come on.” You gave his hand another pull.

“Y/N?” he questioned again, but followed nonetheless despite you not answering. You tugged him away from the lake, into the thin thicket of trees a little further round. You could still see the house here but you knew there was no way anyone from up there could see you.

“Seriously, Y/N what the fuck?” he groaned, as he stepped in the slightly squelchy mud “You’re gonna ruin my Gucci’s…” “Should have worn something a little more substantial then shouldn’t you?”

“I didn’t know you were planning on going fucking hiking in the fucking woods.”

“That’s not what we’re doing.” You said, stopping in front of a large oak tree, looking up at him.

“Then what are we doing? Reconnecting with Mother Nature? Or are we on the hunt for Oberon, Titania and Puck?”

“Ooh, good Shakespeare reference.” You grinned at him and he rolled his eyes as you slid your hand up over his navy blue lightweight Barbour jacket which was done up to his sternum, leaving his plain white, Armani t-shirt slightly visible at the neckline. “Does that make us Lysander and Hermia?”

“You got a hidden suitor called Demetrius I don’t know about?” he arched an eyebrow, his hands falling to your hips.

“Nope, I’m all yours Tiger.”

The sound of your ridiculous nickname for him drew a large smile across his face and he shook his head, giving a genuine chuckle. Here, with you there were no annoying voices to listen to, no family politics, nothing to care about but the gentle brush of the wind as it blew through the canopy of trees above your heads and the faint sounds of birds as they went about their business and Ransom felt a sense of comfort. Because you were his rock. The one person that saw through his bull shit, the woman in his life that knew all his horrible personality traits as well as his slightly less horrible ones and loved him all the same. The girl that had rounded off his harsher edges no matter how much he protested to the contrary.

You were his better half for sure.

“Well that’s good, because I don’t like sharing.” Ransom smirked, dipping his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

“Don’t I know it.” You mused against his mouth. His fingers flexed on your sides, pulling you closer to him as he slid his tongue across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing him control over the kiss, knowing that’s what he craved when he was like this. His lips were soft on yours, tongue domineering as he kissed you deeply, slowly. Eventually he pulled back, his nose bumping yours slightly as he gave a little chuckle.

“I know you’re trying to distract me from those shit heads in the house.” He said, his tone playful and you loved playful Ransom. Another side to him only you really got to see.

“Is it working?” You played along.

“Yeah.” He nodded, his lips pressing to yours again.

“Good. Now why don’t you let your inner deviant come out to play?”

“You don’t need to ask me twice, Princess.” The words were barely out of his mouth before he had pressed you into the harsh, earthy bark of the tree behind you, kissing you hard again, groaning as you palmed his crotch through his designer denims. He grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head before he did the same with the other one, easily holding both in place above you with one large hand, his other softly tracing up the outside of your thigh, fingers skating under your skirt.

“Is this why you wore this?” he smirked, toying with the material slightly. “So you could tempt me away for a fuck in the woods?”

It wasn’t, it was because it looked and felt good, but you decided to play along “Maybe. Was it a good choice?”

“Damned right it was…” he growled against your mouth, his long, soft fingers sliding your lace panties to the side. His index finger traced a path up your slit and you gasped at the feeling as he gently began to toy with you. Soft, teasing touches, his eyes never once leaving yours. That was one of his things, he liked to see your face, watch as your expressions changed as he undid you, fuelling his ego. Your hips gently started to move in time to his strokes as he played you, like an instrument from which he could always draw a tune. And in no time at all, he was listening to the music as you let out a soft keen, a purr almost as your head fell back against the tree, your mouth parting slightly.

“Like that?” he asked, and it was all you could do to nod, panting brokenly as the familiar feeing began to rise in the pit of your stomach, the fire growing hotter and hotter. “God you’re a fucking minx. Come on, cum on my fingers, you know you want to.” And you did, hard, your knees trembling, as you let out a loud cry of his name as the lights exploded in front of your eyes. Ransom pressed into you, his erection evident as it dug into your stomach, keeping you pinned between him and the tree as he coaxed you through your orgasm, before he moved his hands, allowing yours to drop to his shoulders as you held onto him tightly.

The clanging of a belt buckle, then the zipping of trousers and the rustling of fabric broke through the post-orgasm haze as Ransom undid his flies, reaching into pull out his painfully hard cock. He gently pushed forward, sliding the tip against your folds, gathering your slick as you gave a moan, the feeling of him sliding against your clit sent lances of red, hot desire through your veins.

His hands gripped the back of your thighs as he pulled you off the ground and you hooked them round his slim waist, ankles locking at the base of his spine. In a swift, fluid moment, no teasing, no gentle ease, he buried himself inside you with a deep thrust making you cry out as he filled you. His lips crashed onto yours as he drew back, then thrust back in hard, his cock dragging against your walls inside, hitting that spot that he knew would leave you seeing stars.

Yes, if there was one thing on this Earth Ransom knew he was good at, it was fucking you.

His lips traced a path from your mouth to your jawline, then to your neck, biting and sucking at any bit he could get to, his hips moving back and forth in a slow but deep pace which was torture, and you needed more.

“Ran, harder…” You groaned, digging your heels into his ass and he gave a dirty moan of his own as his hands held your hips.

“You’re such a needy little slut.” He smirked against your lips, not waiting for your reply as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping back and forth with a vigour that was merciless as he pistoned in and out of you again and again. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly as you kissed him, teeth clashing together as your back repeatedly brushed against the harsh, rough surface behind you as you clawed desperately at the material of his jacket.

It wasn’t long before you felt another orgasm brewing and your head fell forward, teeth nipping at his ear drawing a growl from his throat. Your hands moved into his hair and you pulled sharply back causing him to hiss and look up you.

“Fuck, Y/N….” he groaned, the pupils of his eyes blown wide with a desire you would never tire of seeing. You pushed your hips down against him causing him to drive deeper and you let out an almost primal cry, the noise you made simply revving him up even more, his rapid movements growing even more urgent.

“Fuck Ran…” you moaned as your head rolled back against the tree, hands back on his shoulders, as once more that snake in your belly moved. Ransom felt the tell-tale flutter of your heat tightening round him and he continued his voracious pace, his eyes locked onto yours.

“You feel so fucking good…” he panted “So fuckin’ good Princess...”

His words made you moan again, and he pushed up once more, stilling slightly, grinding up against you as opposed to thrusting and a few rolls of his hips later you were done. The world faded around you as you came hard, with a loud scream before your head dropped to his shoulder, as you moaned his name, again and again whilst he pounded through your orgasm chasing his own.

“Shit, Y/N…I’m…fuck…” his words tumbled into your hair as his movements became desperate and he came a short while later with a loud yell. You felt him fill you up, as his hips stilled and he groaned, face buried into your neck, his chest heaving, sweat beaded both his brow and yours as he simply pressed into you, panting and shaking.

Neither of you had any idea how long you stayed like that, but eventually Ransom managed to gain enough control to pull his softening cock out of you and set you gently on your feet as he brushed the tendrils of your hair that had fallen over your face back with a tenderness he reserved only for you. He said nothing, simply looked at you, his lips gently greeting yours in a soft, loving kiss, a stark contrast to the violent ones you had shared moments before. You smiled at him, unadulterated love in your eyes as you moved your hands to brush his hair back before you leaned up and kissed him again, your nose sliding against his.

“I adore you Hugh Ransom Drysdale. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Don’t fucking call me Hugh.” He grumbled and you chuckled as he pulled you to him, nuzzling into your hair as he sighed. “But for the record, the feeling is mutual Y/F/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N.”

You gave a laugh and were about to reply when you felt his head snap up, and his entire body tense and he let out an angry cry causing you to jump.

“Jesus Fucking Christ! The perverted little shit!”

“Ran?” You saw his face contorted in anger as he pushed back from you, striding away from the tree, rearranging his jeans as he went before he broke into a sprint. You watched him go and then, to your horror, saw the retreating back of a smaller male running away from the thicket of trees on the curve of the bank to your left and you felt yourself grow cold.

Jacob.

How long he had been there Ransom had no idea but he chased the little fucker all the way to the house, yelling insults and threats as he burst into the kitchen. Ransom finally caught up with him just as he ran into the hall and grabbed the kid by the collar, spinning him round and pinning him to the wall, arm crossed over his windpipe. “Enjoy the show did we?!” He yelled, the noise drawing the rest of the family out from the sitting room into the tiled hallway. Walt started to shout angry threats about what he was going to do to Ransom if he didn’t take his hands off his son, which then sparked Richard to bite back at Walt saying if he touched Ransom he’d give him a damned good hiding. If Ransom hadn’t been so focussed on the dirt little bastard he had pinned to the wall he would have laughed because the idea of his dad fighting anyone was hilarious, he couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.

“Give me your phone.” Ransom demanded.

“I didn’t…” “GIVE ME YOUR PHONE NOW YOU PERVERTED PRICK!” Ransom yelled, and reached into Jacob’s pocket, grabbing his hand where it was curled around the offending item, bending the boy’s fingers back. Jacob gave a yell, pulled his hand out of his trouser pocket and Ransom seized the phone, yanking it out, just as you walked into the hallway.

He looked at you, then to Jacob and saw you pale as the realisation washed over you that you’d not only been seen but recorded or snapped, by a twelve year old boy nonetheless.

“Unlock it.” Ransom demanded, thrusting it back at him.

“Now listen here…” Walt started until Harlan turned to him.

“Walt, shut up.” He barked, turning to Jacob “Unlock the phone, now Jake.”

Jacob sullenly took the phone from Ransom and did has he was told, Ransom snatching it back. He glanced down at the screen, flicking to the Gallery and let out an angry noise as he saw not only footage of you both in the woods but ten or so photos of your bare thigh and close ups where he had attempted to see up your skirt when you had been on his knee before. Thankfully from the snaps there wasn’t really anything visible, but still the fact he had even taken them in the first place made Ransom apoplectic with rage.

“You dirty little prick.” he mumbled, looking back up at him. Jacob visibly recoiled under Ransom’s glare.

“Ran?” You questioned as you gently touched his arm and he tilted the phone so you could see the screen and your eyes widened, your entire body growing warm as you saw the close up of your thigh on the screen.

“How the fuck dare you?” You exploded, glaring at Jacob.

“Can you explain what he has supposedly done?” Donna, Jacob’s mother spoke for the first time and you turned to face her, your pretty features contorted in rage.

“He’s…” You shook your head “Taken photos of me, before up my skirt.”

Noise erupted in the hallway, Joni and Meg screaming about you being violated, Richard and Linda yelling at Walt and Donna whilst Harlan shook his head, making a noise of disgust. Ransom ignored them all as he selected the photos and images, deleting them, and showing it to you.

“Gone, Princess.” He turned the screen off before he leaned over and kissed your temple.

“Look, he’s a teenage boy…” Donna was protesting “He’s a bit curious…”

“He’s a dirty bastard.” Richard snorted and the irony wasn’t lost on Ransom as he’d seen his father eyeing you up on more than one occasion. He looked at his dad, eyebrow raised as Jacob bit back at the dig.

“I’m a dirty bastard?” The pre-teen snapped, his eyes flicking from Richard to Ransom “I’m not the one that was having sex against a tree!”

Everyone paused and their heads turned to you and Ransom. You gave a groan, your hands sliding up to your face to hide your utter embarrassment, but besides you Ransom’s expression never changed because, well frankly, he couldn’t give two shits about everyone knowing what you had been up to.

“I’m a grown ass man.” He snarled “If I wanna fuck my girl outside on private property I will”

He held Jacob’s phone out to him, but as Jacob went to take it Ransom opened his hand, dropped it to the floor with a loud “oops” and stomped on it, the metal and glass crunching under the heel of his expensive, leather boots.

There was more yelling, and Ransom simply turned, taking your hand in his. “We’re leaving.”

This time you didn’t argue. The pair of you walked away, ignoring the screaming which grew fainter as you headed down towards the large front doors, only to hear Harlan calling after you. Ransom stopped, took a deep breath and tuned to face his grandfather.

“Y/N are you ok?”

“Of course she’s not.” Ransom snapped but you gently squeezed his hand, shaking his head.

“I’m okay Harlan, thank you. But I think its best we go before Ransom commits murder.”

“Well, I can assure you I’m not far off killing the little turd myself.” Harlan shook his head, sighing. He then took a deep breath, looked at Ransom, and there was a flash of something which you knew only too well to be amusement in his eyes. “Which tree?”

Ransom frowned “What?”

“I asked which tree you two were doing the naughty against.”

You groaned as Ransom blinked and then shrugged “Just in the thicket to the south side of the lake, near the little jetty. Why?”

“Well, instead of barking up the wrong tree so to speak, next time stick to the North side.” Harlan grinned cheekily “It’s in the dip and no chance you can be spotted by anyone unless they’re a foot or so away.”

Ransom’s mouth curled up into a smirk as he looked at his grandfather then to you.

Meanwhile you simply wanted the ground to open up and swallow you.

Harlan bid the two of you goodbye as you headed out to Ransom’s Beemer. He stopped just besides it, turning to you, his hands falling to your hips again. “Well, I don’t know about you, Sweetheart, but all that excitement has made me a bit hungry. Seeing as we’re not getting dinner here, how about I take you to Asta?”

Your face lit up at the mention of your favourite restaurant and you gave an eager nod before you frowned “Aren’t we a little underdressed? And it’s Saturday evening, we’ll never get in.”

“Baby girl, enough money can get us in anywhere, and you look fine.” He said, dropping a kiss to your lips before he grinned “You might wanna brush the twigs outta your hair though.”

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sunnyoldbear · 3 years ago

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Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified.

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them.

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there.

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days.

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something.

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does.

Gains quite a bit of muscle

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot!

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts!

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto” and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about

#luca movie #Luca #pixar luca #luca pixar #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #massimo marcovaldo #giulia's mom #death tw #maybe? just in case

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sourwormsaresour · 4 years ago

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Headcanons on the type of pets La Squadra would own?

Holy shit this was too fun to make, especially with giving the pets names.

Sorbet and Gelato have their own Crusty-White-Dog™ that's a Maltese Terrier named Armani. The dog hates and barks nonstop at everything deemed threatening (aka, everyone and particularly the rest of La Squadra) and yet those two will claim she's the sweetest thing in the world. True to her name, they deck her with Armani branded clothes, either specially made dog fashion or they had a DIY done to make it look like an Armani outfit- down to the bright pink leash she wears dripping in the Armani logo. She eats the finest dry kibble and only drinks Ferrarelle Sparkling water; she will know the difference if you switch it up. She's the epitome of "I demand pets but only do so with your eyes" to everyone. Despite loving Sorbet and Gelato the most, she demands all their attention on her and she will cockblock those two if she catches them being affectionate to each other instead. Despite having a nice bed, she always sleeps between the two of them and will whimper if they kick her out of the bedroom so they can get intimate. Those tear-stained eyes always look like they've seen everything, despite being constantly babied by her owners. If Armani could, she would kill everyone.

Risotto, the biggest man in Vento Aureo, has a little Syrian hamster he called Ace. He thought that a pet with a shorter lifespan would allow him the perfect balance of having a pet but not being very attached to it compared to pets that live longer- he was wrong. If you ever come into Risotto's office as he worked, either you are greeted with Ace running around in his green hamster ball, walking around Risotto's desk as he worked, or running in the hamster wheel behind the desk. Ace's tank is an old Aquarium tank Pesci gave to Risotto that is now full of soft bedding, toys, and Risotto frequently cleans it. There are days where Risotto just spends hours watching his hamster walk around the room, eating little treats, and staring at Risotto with its beady eyes. It's gotten to the point where you can't walk into Risotto's office without noticing a lone sunflower seed or piece of bedding on the ground that Risotto didn't notice until you pointed it out. Every time Ace passes from old age, Risotto buys a new Syrian hamster and calls that one Ace. He hasn't kept track of how many hamsters that came and went so far, but treated every one of them as if they were the first Ace. He takes pictures of Ace doing the most relatively boring things and will share them with his members.

Illuso got a Sulphur-crested cockatoo named Scapino as a joke. He thought they didn’t require much attention but later felt bad when he found out that they need specific proper care. He proceeds to care for it as if it was his child. Illuso taught his bird how to speak and swear at people, specifically swearing at Formaggio and occasionally at Ghiaccio. This man will shower his bird with the best treats (expensive nuts, dried fruit, chicken bones) and has a special bar for it to perch on when they're in the shower together. This bird has free reign all over Illuso's place and wears a little anklet thing to verify that it has an owner should it escape. The two of them have spa days together and it’s one of the most wholesome things in the world to witness. Scapino will actually join Illuso on missions too, staying in the mirror world the whole time, and it provides him some comfort from his social anxiety. Sometimes Scapino sits on his shoulder as he walks. Illuso trained it to stay and hide in the mirror world so that it wouldn’t fly away or blow his cover when he’s working. But the bird will fly around in there and will watch anyone that’s getting murked in front of him with no remorse and commenting on it too. Imagine you’re dying in the mirror world and your last moment is this fucking bird looming over you going “night night, motherfucker”. JESUS CHRIST.

Prosciutto used to be on the whole “pets are unnecessary” train but he had considered looking at breeders for the best quality dog. And then one rainy day he found an abandoned Portuguese Water Dog puppy in an alleyway and at Pesci’s insistence took it in. Turns out the puppy was bought by a rich family for their kid but then abandoned when the kid wasn't interested in it anymore. Prosciutto insisted that the dog was going to stay for one night and then sent to the pound first thing in the morning. It's been years now and the little dog is now a big fluffy good boy named Pon Pon. The second biggest chunk of Prosciutto's paycheck is for this dog; I'm talking grooming services with paw-ticures, an all-organic raw diet, the nicest beds that even a human would wish they can sleep on. Pon Pon is properly trained with all the basics and tricks, because Prosciutto doesn't want to deal with a misbehaving dog, but it will use puppy eyes against the old man now and then. He give you the best smiles if you call him a good boy and if you glance at the right time you can see Prosciutto smile for a brief moment. Had he lived longer, he would have made Pon Pon famous on Facebook like Boo the Dog. Prosciutto will also not admit that this dog has helped him get laid a few times, because every person he did bring home always got a kick out of Pon Pon.

Ghiaccio has a pet snake- an albino ball python named Bianco. Ghiaccio was also on the “pets are unnecessary” train too but mainly because he can't stand loud pets (i.e. Illuso and Sorbet and Gelato’s pets). When Risotto suggested he get a snake, Ghiaccio looked into it, researching and meticulously setting up the proper enclosure and found himself going to a local reptile expo to find Bianco for sale. He’s fascinated by his snake to say the least, and would use leftover containers or Tupperware for Bianco to spend more money on proper equipment or food. Ghiaccio is really involved in online reptile forums and frequently debates with people on topics such as the best substrates to use, whether live rodents are better than frozen, ethics of breeding certain species, etc. He often gets worried when Bianco becomes picky and Ghiaccio would spend sleepless nights trying to get his baby to eat. Ghiaccio would walk around with his ball python wrapped around his neck or lets him slither around in his room under supervision but he mostly leaves him alone in the enclosure. There are times where he would claim he has the best, smartest pet and everyone just rolls their eyes like “yes the white fettuccine that got stuck in a toilet paper roll an hour ago is so smart”. But they let him rant about it. It’s kind of cute to say the least.

Pesci is the definition of people whose entire LIVELIHOOD is making his room into an aquarium. His room is full of strictly maintained, cleaned, and decorated tanks full of various types of aquatic animals. I’m talking Dwarf Puffers (Antonio, Portia, Jessica, Bassiano, and Solanio), Albino Gold Axolotls (Moe, Larry, and Curly), Red Ear Sliders (Franco and Ciccio), Clown Fishes (Browser, Mario, Toadstool, and Koopa), Brazilian Sea Horses (Tom and Jerry), a Blue Betta Fish named Valentina in a 30+ gallon aquaponics tank that grows a variety of plants each season- to name a few. He rebuilt his entire room to keep everything running and even had Melone help him set up timers for lighting and temperature control. Pesci will cry if you somehow made the pH level off by 1 or did not care for his animals properly when he’s away. He’ll even lecture you about bad tank setup. He's a prominent member of the aquarium community in Italy and will regularly redecorate each tank to suit the year and mood. This is where he’s spending his cut on the 20 million lira job: caring for his mini aquarium room. He occasionally gives away his pets’ offsprings for extra money (he doesn’t breed but sometimes he ends up having a ton of baby animals he can’t take care of) and would have been a YouTuber for his fish content. Now that I think about it, Pesci reminds me of my mutual @nexter2nd. Please go follow them.

Melone has a Holland Lop bunny and you cannot change my mind. He actually had a pet bunny growing up, another Holland Lop named Echo and Grep, and his current one is named Sudo; all three are named after UNIX commands. He has a large dog crate he diy-ed to be a roomy enclosure in his room for her that he cleans frequently but also allows Sudo free reign of the room when she wants to go out. Because of his job, he makes sure all his wires are covered so his bunny isn't tempted to chew them and watches his bunny diligently whenever she roams around. Easter time is when the denim jacket, pastel bows, and flower crowns come out and Melone makes sure to take a lot of photos. He also housetrained his bunny and taught her a few tricks, similar to how he trained Echo and Grep years ago. Sudo is spoiled in terms of getting a lot of pets, new toys, and feasts on the finest veggies and delicious hay. Melone also makes sure the first thing he teaches his Juniors is to not harm the bunny. Surprisingly, he's against breeding Sudo and has her neutered. This is mainly because he doesn't have the time to breed and raise more bunnies but also he hates the idea of selling the grown bunnies off afterward.

You know that Formaggio has a cat: the little Russian Blue cat named Sweetie Baby. Sweetie Baby was a kitten that he found outside his home. The little thing was the sole survivor of its litter and nearly starving to death, so he took her in thinking he will bring her to the shelter when she recovers; that cat now lets him live in HER apartment rent-free. Despite feeding her cheap dry food and constantly shoving her into bottles, he treats her like a queen otherwise. He will dress her up in little outfits (much to her annoyance) and often would be too aggressively affectionate towards her. Still, there are moments where she would cuddle with him during the later nights and allow him to put on one iced-out bow he just spent a quarter of his paycheck on. Walking to his apartment and even the backdoor of La Squadra’s HQ means carefully walking through the stray cats mewling at your feet, because Formaggio will feed any cat he sees. Initially, Risotto wanted the cats gone, but then he finds out the cats doubled as security when he watched some robber attempting to break in but getting their eyes scratched off instead.

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snookersneek · 5 years ago

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Hello! Love your blog, hope you’re doing well! Could “being da in high school” possibly be something that can waken the inspiration in you? (I’m sending this because of the post you made about feeling uninspired, if you don’t wanna do it feel free to ignore!!) 🌻

Hello there! I'm flattered, thank you for reaching out to me!

Okay so. The way I see it, being a dark academic is all about being fully invested in the pursuit of knowledge.

Things that might make you feel more dark and mysterious at school might be:

Use a satchel instead of a bag (I use my mum's old one from when she was at school. Satchels can be expensive, but it might be something worth investing in, because they last a long time. Mine's twice as old as me, and still going strong.)

Comply with the uniform/dress code at a glance, but have something unique in there (I live in Britain, so I'm forced to wear a school uniform. If you don't have a uniform at your school, wearing something smart and simple, like a white button-up and black trousers might be the way to go. But make it your own. You could wear vintage trousers, have a special coat, or experiment with jewellery, underwear, or socks. Wearing fancy underwear can instantly make you feel more glamorous, even when nobody sees it.)

Keep up with your studies (It is important to note here that good enough is good enough. You don't need to be the best in the class, or get 100% on every test, or hit every criteria in an essay. Good enough is good enough. Focus on what you need to do to get the task done to the level that you're comfortable at, and when it's done, leave it be.)

School libraries might be haunt-worthy (Just sit at a table and swallow books whole. Consume knowledge.)

Manners maketh man/woman/people generally (Make sure to be polite and respectful, and follow etiquette to a 'T'. It makes you seem more educated, and just makes you more appealing in general. Being polite, maybe a bit reserved, to your teachers and classmates might make you seem a bit more mysterious.)

Always have a book in your bag (No, it doesn't have to be an intellectual masterpiece. But reading is good for you, and it's surprising how often you might find the time for it at school. Why not whip out a book instead of going on your phone during break?)

If something at school interests you, fling yourself at it wholeheartedly (Ask questions, do further research on the topic if it interests you, finish a project in half the time, spark a debate. Don't you dare be ashamed of finding something interesting.)

Be timeless (This fits more to the aesthetic, I think, but don't become a slave to the modern day. With things like fashion, a few staple, classic, elegant garments will never go out of style, and will last a long time. It's more sustainable, costs less money, and it fits the aesthetic to wear some good quality clothes for a lifetime. Find a pair of leather shoes, or a wool coat that you can wear all the time. The same might go for the way you talk and act. As I said, manners are always appealing, but maybe try to stay away from using profanity too often, or from using modern slang. You can always save swear words for sometime when you really really need them to express your feelings.)

As far as stationary goes, use something elegant (I use a fountain pen, because that's what I've become used to. I would really recommend buying a fountain pen, because it really does reduce the amount of stuff you have in your pencil case. Instead of multi pens, you can just have one pen and some ink cartridges, which is really useful. Pencils with replaceable leads are also handy. I feel like a large pencil case doesn't really fit the aesthetic of dark academia, but I know that it can be difficult to find an alternative. I tend to use pencil tins instead, but honestly, you could just stick your pens in your pocket and be done.)

Be clean, pristine, and remember hygiene (This just goes for anyone, really. It's always best to smell pleasant and feel clean.)

I'm not really sure if this answered your question, seeing as I just waffled on about whatever came into my head, but I hope that this helps (somehow).

Thank you again for your ask, I hope that you have a wonderful day/night/next 24 hours!

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sumergosuigeneris · 4 years ago

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August 9, 2020

Once again, I haven’t written in ages. For multiple reasons. But for mental health, I should probably be journaling. I’ll skip the recap of the past months for now, and just write about the most important thing.

My cat has cancer. It’s been a couple months to figure this all out. She lost a lot of weight in a relatively short amount of time. Take her to the vet, he does rudimentary tests and says she’s fine. I’ve done research and think it’s either IBD or cancer, and push for an ultrasound. He does it, sees nothing and says she’s fine and probably just has a finicky appetite. We had an incident almost immediately after where she was woozy and wobbling and I take her to an emergency vet. They do the same tests, but have a radiologist read the tests. She has thickening of her small intestine, and a couple other minor things. So, with them I talk about a biopsy and the possible treatments. I call my vet and he’s like are you sure you want to do a biopsy? He just wants to do steroids. She’s almost 16 and she’s had a good life and probably the only thing we can do is give her steroids and make her comfortable for her remaining time. I say no b/c if it’s IBD, steroids and management, but cancer maybe means chemo and steroids will fuck that up. I push the biopsy, but I think he’s going right into her small intestine but he actually does a whole exploratory. I thought he was just dicking me for price and stuff, but that’s the one thing where he was right and I was wrong (literally the one thing). We get the results and it’s cancer. He at least admits that I was right not to start the steroids right away. So all along, he’s pushing for me to give up on her. In his defense it’s because all of this is massively expensive. I live in a neighborhood with many, many cash-strapped people, and I myself spent most of my life poor as fuck. But I keep saying I’m going to do what’s best for her, regardless (up to being unable to afford things). But I make it clear that while I don’t have money for them to price gauge me, I can be open to the expensive options. Over and fucking over. My vet doesn’t get it, but the emergency vet did. Truthfully, I’d have preferred to stay with them but they are way outside of my price range. So now, I have an appt with an oncologist on Wednesday to find out what her prognosis is and make a plan. She’s doing better since I had gotten her several rounds of fluids, we put her on anti-nausea/pain meds, and I switched to an IBD diet (expensive, high-quality cat food). After initially freaking out, I think I’ve gotten slightly complacent. Because she’s doing better than she was before, so it’s harder to see how sick she is.

This has already cleaned out my savings (over $3k) and it’s gonna be more money regardless of the treatment plan. But I am so grateful that for the first time in my life and I can afford to take care of her the way she deserves. Up until three years ago, and I’d have had to make decisions based on my wallet.

And she deserves the best. I don’t know how to explain it. I was shocked when I found out how old she was last year, because time seems not that long ago. And shocked that that’s considered senior or even geriatric. She doesn’t look like it. I swear to god she looks like she’s 3 or 4 years old. Even the vets were shocked at how old she was compared to her looks and health (health before the cancer). And she’s so sweet and gentle. She’s a bit of an introvert, like myself. I love her so much and I thought I had at least 2 more years with her. I don’t know what I’ll do without her really. She’s been my only real family, the only one who loved me unconditionally, for over 15 years. We’ve been through so much together. I’ve gotten into scrapes b/c of her, and missed out on a ton of great opportunities b/c of her. And I swear to god that all of it was/is worth it.

I don’t get much quality sleep these days. She wakes me up at least once a night for pets and/or food. Some times, I’ll leave food out but she won’t go to it without me. She also has a habit of not eating, so I put it in the fridge and then immediately after that door closes she wants the food lol. Sometimes now I’ll put it in the fridge just to get her to come out and eat. And I cracked a tooth or something from all the stress grinding while I was worrying. Having trouble getting a dental appointment.

I have to be careful how much I talk about this of course. I learned the hard way that people can only handle so much unhappiness for a finite amount of time. Even if they do sympathize with you. And many don’t understand who she is to me. Because they have human beings. And to be fair, very few have met her in real life, and because she’s an introvert they only get a glimmer of what a truly great cat she is. Hell, even I forget sometimes. But like the people at the emergency vet loved her. They get a bazillion animals and yet she still stood out to them.

Because she’s glorious.

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ain-t-bovvered · 6 years ago

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14x14 Commentary

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat) good night babe

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)

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Giulia: Splash

14x14 Ouroboros

Zee: Can’t relive this. With Jack

Nat: I cry

Zee&Giu: I believe in us

Nat: Fuck this

Giulia: Ok sam

Zee: I do believe in us

Giulia: I ain’t got enough coffee in my blood

Zee: The end?? How dare he?

AAAND HERE WE ARE

[ Retro French pop music plays ] IS THIS A THING NOW?

Nat: Uhh...Mexico, Ellaaaa

Zee: Giuls, thoughts??

I see no wrongdoing here. The pasta is being dump into the water while it’s boiling. Garlic! YUM. That looks like too much sauce for that much pa- let’s be honest here, once can never be have too much sauce who cares. Ok I see olive oil, yellow bell pepper ( which is the best one ok) , garlic, onions, zucchini, and I think there’s parmigian cheese and *disgusted sound* cilantro, and a body....

Nat: Well, isn't that tasty

Giulia: ...I’M HUNGRY

Zee: Strike that

Nat: Fresh liver

Giulia: THE CILANTRO GUYS ! YUCK

[SIZZLES]

Nat: NO

Oh he’s making like fried liver, that was not cheese but grated bread ok ok I see you THAT LOOKS TASTY( you forgot the flour tho ok)

Nat: I'm more grossed out by the liver than the snake

Zee: Excuse me while I barf

Theeeey’re HEEEEEERE

Nat: Ohhh... babes

Zee: Shut. The. Fuck. Up

Giulia: those look tasty too

Creepy motherfucker , who is weirdly making me tingling with his cooking skill, : time to go Felix.

Giulia&Nat: A SNACK FOR LATER

Giulia: I WISH

Nat: NO How about no, He just left his meal cooking. Could burn the house down

Giulia: yeah real rude. Killing people and burning houses down

Nat: Mmmhh...snack

Giulia: Omg Jack’s plaid coat. Jack has amazing coats game y’all.

Nat: snacks

Zee: Three of them

oh...now they are all 4 of them ?

Nat: all of them, well, no except one

Zee: Jack is a baby

Dean has a surprisingly soft steps.

C: Oh no

I know Cass baby, that bitch fucked up a perfectly good pasta that’s what he did.

Giulia: Dean is us

D: Yeah who just let themselves be eaten?

Giulia: I’d let myself be eaten by you

D: My money is on witchcraft.

R: Och, you, always blaming witches

D: Cause a lot of times is witches

Rowena basically : I was minding my glorious business when you whiny bitches called to beg for my help

D: Well we’ve been chasing this guy for weeks. What’s your point

Nat: Awww...Deano calm yo tits

Nat: Dean tossing things is my kink

Zee: Kinks again Nat?

Nat: Can you blame me? I'm FINE

Giulia: Hello castiel

R: Not enough Pantera posters for one.

Dean looking almost amused

Giulia: Coughing jack is my (1) fear

Jack: I’m fINe , I’M NoT dYinG .

Nat: yeah, right, Jack

Nat: Dean..please!

R: Darling boy, everything means something.

Giulia: Be a dear and bring the snakeskin

Sam and Rowena research date night

R: You say [high pitched voice] ‘oh it’s just some magic and you think I’d leave it at that?’

Nat: Ahh..Sam puffing his chest

R: I’m more curious about how your brother is managing to keep an archangel locked away inside his mind.

S: Because....he’s Dean [read this as Batman]

Giulia&Zee: Dean is dean

Zee&Giulia: He’s fine

Nat: DEAN IS NOT FINE

Zee: Giuls. Shut up

Giulia: Zee 🖕🏻

DATE NIGHT!!

Look at them HAAAAANDS cradling the mug.

D: You know, I got to say, I got a pretty good feeling about bringing Rowena in on this one. I think her and Sam have a chance of cracking it.

me: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

C: They do have many books.

D: Yes, they do.

Zee: Worried husband

C: Hey Dean...

D: I’m fine....

ok ok ok ...I ADORE this shot! you’ll see this often in my feed , just fyi

C: What you're doing, even just sitting here and having a cup of coffee, is a Herculean feat. I can't imagine the willpower

Giulia: hey dean. Oh how I adore how he talks

WHAT IS THAT LOOK DEAN

[Jack dying in the bathroom]

Giulia: JACK STOP FUCKING COUGHING

[Jack spitting blood]

me : *stares in the distance, lost in my ptsd vietnam episode*

Zee: Are you really fine?

Nat: NO OF COURSE HE ISN'T

Cas is like.... DONT U LIE TO ME, i have no right to tell you this because of a recent stupid thing I did but DON’T LIE TO MY FACE

WHAT IS THIS LOOOOOOOOOOOOOK

Zee: That’s what I’m supposed to say

D: ...That’s what we all say

Dean’s like.... yeah ok he can read right through me.

[ starting operation ‘ let’s lower our walls’ in 3....]

[....2......]

[......1...]

Giulia: Still even more convinced that they will use michael grace on jack

Giulia: Those eye lines are ruining me

D: There's this pounding in my head. It never stops.

Castiel’s face:

D: Michael's in there, and he is fighting hard to get out.

D: And I can't let my guard down... not for a second.

Me: I’ll cheer to that bro

C: Well, that is not sustainable.

Giulia: THIS SHOW IS NOT SUSTAINABLE

D: ....It's on me.

Nat: IT'S NOT FUCKING ON YOU

C: We are here to help you.

me: *SOBS*

D: I know that, and I appreciate that. I do.

[JACK STILL DYING IN THE BATHROOM]

Nat: fuck this

Zee: That kid is gonna die in the fucking bathroom

Giulia: U FUCKER STOP

Nat: IF... IF.... IF

D: If you don’t ....

THIS LOOKS ARE KILLING ME

D: We still have plan B

Nat: Fuck plan B

Giulia: NO ONE LIKES PLAN B

Zee: Coffin Ocean Done

Nat: NOT even plan B likes Plan B

Jack’s like : yo you finished with the eye fucking and feelings sharing so I don’t feel embarrassed by you two in public?

Castiel’s like : I’m out with two problematic kids who don’t tell me nothing

Nat: EVERYBODY'S FINE

Dean:

Giulia: We are fiNe

C: Okay, um...these killings -- it seems like there's a ritualistic quality to the crime scenes, right? It's almost liturgical.

Zee: Greek there for ya

Giulia: thank you Mr.Portokalos

D: Ah yeah. See that one I knew.

Dean...you cute fucker I swear

J: Anyone who could do this is a monster...I mean, even if they're human.

D: Looks like Sam and Rowena have something

Nat: Sam and Rowena have something wink wink

THEY DOOOOO ? (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

D: This is like an A.V. Club presentation.

Giulia: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH

J: What's an A.V. Club?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH

C: It's a special group for people who do not play sports.

Giulia: I love the av club, where do I sign in?

Dean points at Cas “He’s the av club” [insert Oprah gif]

Giulia: IM DEAD

also how does Cas knows that? was that included in Metatron’s pop culture packet?

Nat: Of course he'll know

Zee: Jack is precious

R: Excuse me, boys, but this is a bit more pressing than your hilarious banter.

Excuse me Rowena , nothing is more pressing than their hilarious banter

CAS WHAT ARE U DOING , CONTROL YOUR EYEBROW

Giulia: clash of the titans. (Not gonna lie, I almost wrote clash of the tits). Just fyi

Zee&Nat: Of course you did

R: You know about Medusa?.

I’m sorry but....everyone knows about Medusa. Ok ok this was mainly for the giggles and all because, you bet your ass that Dean would know who the fuck Medusa was, STOP MAKING DEAN THIS DUMB WHEN IT’S NOT REALISTIC.

Giulia: How caffeine is working

Nat: Because why else should the writers write this episode

Nat: Definitely...anything you want. Get on your knee. lol

Giulia: ...ooooh i can smell all the meta from here

Nat: They all gay for dick

Well Nat I guess….I mean... ...well that’s...that’s the goal

Giulia: U would all be gay for them

Nat: you not wrong

Giulia: MMMMMM

Nat: UHHHH FBI FBI

Zee: Fucking hell

Giulia: FBI FBI FBI

Nat&Giula: IS THIS AMUSING TO YOU?

Now turned on and scared Guy : No SIR

Cas:

yeah that’s right call me Sir

Nat: Psycho penpal

Y’all my psycho text pals tho

Nat: you're not his type

Giulia: BITCH IM EVERYBODY’s TYPE

R:For the record, I don't love being included on his little hit list.

S: Apparently he can’t see angels

J: I’m not an angel

D: Close enough

C: So, if Jack and I approach Noah on our own, we -- we may surprise him.

Giulia: ABORT I DON T LIKE THAT PLAN

Zee: Happily surprised moose

Giulia: i’d get sloppy....( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zee: I’m here for Sam’s short shirt

I’m here for them short of clothes

R: I HAVE A PLAN

Giulia: WEE DOGGIE

Nat: OMG

Giulia: IS THAT JACK

Nat: THAT DOG IS SO SMALL IN SAM'S ARM

S: We -- We think he might have eaten something.

R: "We think"? "We think"? He means that it's my fault for not keeping an eye on the poor dear. He thinks that everything is my fault.

S: Can we not fight in front of the vet?

S: I mean, I guess it's not entirely your fault that you looked away!

R: He blames me for everything! I let his mother ride the Jet Ski one time!

WHAT IS THIS? AM I DEAD AND IN FANFIC TROPES PARADISE?

Nat: Wee Jackie Boy

Giulia: I CAN T

Zee: Sam got a dog and it’s his “son”

S: What are you doing?

R: Oh, I mean, I realize it's not...[Deep voice ]...pretending to be the FBI. [Normal voice] But there are other ways of doing things, Samuel. Plus...I thought my performance was quite magnificent.

Giulia: I NEED THOSE TWO TO FUCK

Zee: The thermometer

Giulia: i bet he liked being a dog

Giulia: *seeing just now Zee’s thermometer text* THIS IS HORRIBLE TIMING

Nat: Did Jack just get something in his ass for this

Nat: YES

Zee: SO YES

J: Just wish I could've got it before she took my temperature.

Giulia: ...he took one for the team.

R: Oh, uh, a moment, Samuel. What did you do to that boy?

R: It's volatile magic, powerful, and it's stitched to him like some kind of parasite.I was curious before, but now I am worried, so I'll ask you again, Sam What did you do?

I can’t believe Rowena is lecturing Sam, and being right too

R: using dangerous, mysterious magic, regardless of the cost, that's a very on-brand me thing to do.

Nat: She's still so much shorter than him standing on the curb

Zee: Everyone is shorter than him

R: Of course, Samuel. Until very recently, I was the villain.

So I ordered this SamWitch extra spicy I guess.

Giulia: I REALLY NEED THOSE TWO TO GET IT OUT OF THEIR SYSTEM

Meanwhile scarred Jack :

Nat: That guy is creepy

Giulia: He’s so flamboyant loves every minute of it

Zee: That gorgon is a total bitch

Noah: "Helpless men" -- that's rich. No, I do eat ladies, too, but women have become so cautious lately. Must be all that finally waking up from centuries of misogynistic oppression. Good for them. Bad for you.

Nat: Ok but I like that

D: But if we cut off their head, then is more creatures gonna crawl out?

Ok but ...hey...legit question

....sam...

SAM

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?

knock first , kick doors later

Zee: Enter the angel of the lord

Noah a bit turned on and scared

Nat: does he do anything else

Nat: NO fair

Noah : demi-god actually

Zee: I’m a lover not a fighter

Nat: THEN LOVE HIM

Giulia: I DON'T LIKE THIS STORY

Nat: Slapping

Zee: Oh he didn’t

Nat: NO cas

#mood #same

Nat: wHAT

Giulia: NO , WHAT

Zee: Real pleasure

Giulia: OH SAMMY IS HANGRY

Zee: Why is he kicking their asses?

Giulia: Stop making him bump his head

Nat: MICHAEL CAN GET OUT

Zee: Fuck yeah

Giulia: YAS JACK BABY

Zee: My baby is hurt

Giulia: ALL MY BABIES ARE HURT

Zee: Swallow Cas

Zee dON’T BE NASTY

Giulia: OH CAS KNOWS

Nat: I can't even see

this is painful

Zee: Look how precious jack is

Nat: Dean's still too tall for the bed

Giulia: IM ANXIOUS . CAS IS ANGRY

Nat: POOR JACK THO?

Sam asking Rowena what to do is making me weak.

JESUS

Giulia: GOD DAMN IT. I CHOKED . that was scary

Nat: that's what she said

Nat: Cas wants to make up for it

Giulia: THERE ARE TOO MANY THINGS HAPPENING

[VIDEO] because I’m a sucker for these moments and you need to appreciate them more.

Giulia: We do too Jack

Zee: Special humans

Nat: sometimes we forget that too

Zee: Humans burn bright

Giulia: They are still human

Giulia: For a very brief time

Zee: He have to carry on

Nat: WE WILL NOT CARRY ON

Giulia: DAMN CAS

Nat: wHAT'S THE POINT

Nat: Jack has it right

Giulia: JACK IS RIGHT

Zee: It will hurt

Nat: Stop talking like that CAs

This scene is one of the best one , I can’t

Nat: CASSSSSSSSS

Zee: Can Cas shut up already?

Giulia: IM CRYING

Giulia: MY GOD CAS

Nat: Jack calm yo tits

Giulia: JACK STOP SPIRALLING

Giulia: He s keeping the snake . LUCIFER SON IS KEEPING THE SNAKE. I DON T LIKE IT

OH....SOMEONE IS AWAKE

Nat: NO . WHAT STOP

Giulia: what is th

Zee: He woke up alright

I KNOW WHERE I AM

Giulia: The screaming

Zee: He out

Nat: He's gone?

Giulia: OH NO. I DON T TRUST IT

Nat: NO

Giulia: DEAN DON’T PANIC

Giulia: OH SHIT

Nat: WHAT IS GOING ON

Giulia: OH FUCK

Nat: WELP MAGGIE IS GONE

Giulia: FUCK

Nat: WHAT THE FUCK

Giulia: DEAN BREATHE

Zee: Shut the fuck up

Nat: SHIT

Giulia: OH SHIT

Nat: DO YOU STILL WANT THEM TO BONE?

Nat: Michael!Rowena x Sam

Giulia: NOT NOW NAT!

Nat: SHUT UP NAT

Giulia: SHUT UP NAT .i can t watch this

Nat: Always taunting him. "come on sam, you can go harder than that, boy" .OH GOD SHUT UP NAT

Nat: FUCK YOU MICHAEL I HATE HIM SO MUCH

Zee: I fucking love him

M: It didn’t work out. It was him, not me.

Michael making promises.....DOESN’T WORK.

R: I’ll live either way

Zee: Sam is gonna off me

R: ..which makes dinner a little awkard

Giulia: GUYS I CAN T WATCH THIS

Nat: Fuck this

Nat: I'M HURT

Giulia: IM HURTING

Nat: how can americans watch it with commercial breaks?

M: Burning off your soul? You'll run out soon enough.

Giulia: i have no idea what to do

Giulia: How dare u

M: I am the commander of the host! I am the cleanser of worlds! I will not be challenged by a child!

You are a drama queen , that’s what you are

Nat: Of course

J: I'm not a child! I'm the son of Lucifer. I'm a Hunter. I am a Winchester!

Giulia: JACK

Zee&Nat: I am a Winchester

Nat: OH did he just swallowed Michael's grace

nat doN’T BE NASTY

Giulia: JACK IS GOING IN THAT BOX JACK IS SO GOING IN THAT BOX

J: Michael is dead

I don’t trust it

Nat: OH WINGS

Nat: I'm confused

Giulia: I DON T LIKE THIS

[after credits comments]

Giulia: PROMO. NOW

Giulia: AHAHAHA

Zee: What??!!

Giulia: NEXT EP IS GONNA BE FUN

Nat: I'm confused

Nat: Someone hold me

Zee: There there pats your back

Giulia: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT EP. IT JUST HURT ALL THE TIME .i’m sweating

Nat: I have no idea and I didn't like it

Zee: Hello. Are you new to SPN ?

Nat: What Michael is dead? Are we supposed to believe that?

Zee: No

Giulia: Jack worries me tho. And ya know the last ep of the season is called “Jack in the box”

Zee: Don’t go there

Giulia: How I cannot

Zee: Don’t know. Just don’t

Giulia: FUCK EVERYTHING THAT WAS A ROLLERCOASTER AND IM STILL ON IT

Zee: You’ll never get off

Giulia: That what he said

Zee: Stop it

Giulia: Fuck u all

And fuck spn

And dean

And sam

And cas

And fucking jack

I can t

*throw tables out the window*

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ladyvegeets · 6 years ago

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Sine Missione (Without Mercy)

The din of the marketplace was deafening, the mix of alien languages shouted over one other an affront to Vegeta’s ears. He curled his lip at it with disdain, pushing through the plebeian crowds to make his way past the lower tier stalls. He had no business with these cheap wares. That was a rookie’s mistake. Cheap weapons broke. Cheap weapons got you dead.

Not that expensive weapons necessarily guaranteed quality. As he made his way to the upper tier smithies, elaborately decorated ki blades, maces, and lances sparkled from their stalls, richly adorned with frivolous trappings. Precious metals. Rare jewels. Intricate filigree. Useless ornamental bullshit, all of it. If he was going to spend his hard fought-for money on something to keep him alive, he was damned sure every single zeni was going into something useful like strength, durability, or balance.

Which is why he was so extra pissed that the pugio ki-dagger had broke on him in his last battle. It had not been cheap. Thank fuck it hadn’t cost him his life, but it sure as hell cost him an eye. The healers weren’t sure for how long. Maybe a few weeks, or a few months.

Maybe forever.

[Click to read further, or read it on AO3 or FFnet]

Vegeta was ready to murder the duplicitous dealer who had assured him in honeyed tones that the dagger would last 100 Gladiator games, but had barely made it through eight. The loss of an eye was unforgivable. It was a weakness, an obvious one. Weaknesses could be exploited. Weaknesses got you dead faster than a cheap weapon would.

Vegeta came to a standstill and swore loudly as the dust licked his boots. Someone must have tipped off the lying cunt because the man’s stall was gone. He turned and glared at those nearby, hoping someone would look guilty enough that he could take out his rage on them. But no one dared meet his eyes.

…Eye.

His fists flexed, knuckles trembling with his frustration. He sucked in a hard breath, held it, and forced himself to let it out slowly.

Getting mad wasn’t going to solve anything. He needed another weapon for the next fight. Weakness or not, he would not be beaten. He would turn this setback into a strength. His opponents would underestimate him now. He would make sure it was the last thing they ever did.

Calming his rage from an erupting volcano down to a containable simmer, Vegeta continued up the avenue of weapon-smiths and considered the wares. Several of them called to him by name, showing off weapons with promises of a ‘princely’ discount. He did his best not to murder them on the spot. This was just the way of the world; the bottom feeding fish circled beneath a predator, hoping to catch a free meal. He ignored them and kept walking.

One stall caught his eye. There were some unusual looking weapons and armor on display, different from the typical designs of the masses. In the middle of the table sat a simple hilt made of some unknown material. The moment he picked it up he was pleased to note it felt porous, like stone. It wouldn’t slick as much from sweat or blood. A good sturdy grip, ergonomic, elegant in design but not overstated. A very good start.

He channeled his ki and startled when the blade burst forth with a fierce swoosh. It was much bigger than expected and oddly curved. He gave the weapon a cautionary heft, feeling its weight and balance.

Huh. Perfect.

He looked up for the weapon smith. A young woman in mismatched leatherwear was tinkering with something at the other end of the stall. She wasn’t looking his way. For a moment he almost mistook her for Saiyan until he noted her strange complexion.

“Hey. Girl. Fetch your master. I have questions.”

The young woman stood up like a cat stretching from a long nap, then cast him a disapproving look. “I’ll have you know, this is my stall. How can I help you?”

He winced. Not because he might have offended her — he couldn’t care less about that — but his mistake could make her less agreeable to bargain with. He had to reassert himself. “Your blade is bent,” he told her snidely.

The woman’s face twisted into outrage. “It is not! It’s based on a sica design, you neanderthal.”

He stiffened. Whatever the hell a neanderthal was, he could guess that it wasn’t a compliment. “Is this how you conduct business? By insulting your clientele?”

“I don’t need some asshole gladiator telling me about my job, thank you very much. Do you want to buy it or not?”

“This hunk of junk? It looks like a prototype. I wouldn’t waste my time.” His lip curled contemptuously.

“That’s cutting edge technology, Mister. When these other brainless smiths catch on to how potent this ki weaponry is, they’ll be begging me for patent rights.”

He didn’t ask her what patent rights were, context alone told him enough. She was a cocky thing, that was for sure. “How do I know it even works?”

“Stretch out your neck and I’ll give you a demonstration.”

They both glared at each other, coming to a stalemate.

He took in another breath. In — hold it — out. Let’s try this again.

“What’s so cutting edge about it?” he growled, his words coming out between clenched teeth.

She lifted her nose, considering him a moment, her eyes running over his physique before deigning to answer. “If you must know, it channels your ki far more efficiently than current methods. You could sleep with that baby on all night and still feel rested. I hand-designed the hilt myself, and it should last a couple hundred battles provided you aren’t bashing it against too many skulls. And last but very much not least, the blade won’t cut the ki signature it’s tied to.”

“What?” That last part was incredible. If true.

She saw his doubt. “Don’t believe me? Try it.”

He glared at her then down at the blade, wondering if it was a trick. Tentatively he brushed his thumb along the edge, and his eyes widened when his skin didn’t split. “It’s a dud then.”

“Nice try, but wrong again.” She picked up a piece of fruit by her side and threw it at him — not towards his blind side, he noted, and wondered if that was genuine consideration on her part. He curved the blade up and it sang beautifully as it cut the fruit clean in two. The cut was so smooth the two halves continued to fly unimpeded, and fell to the ground several feet away.

He loathed to admit it, but he was impressed.

“100 zeni,” he offered.

His interest had softened her expression, but at this offer the woman’s face hardened once more. “Are you insane? That doesn’t even begin to cover the cost of materials, let alone everything else that went into its creation.”

“Two hundred zeni. That’s my final offer.”

She was livid. “Hell no! It’s nine hundred.”

“Nine hundred?” he guffawed.

“Well I’d normally charge 8 but I really don’t like you, so for the hassle of dealing with your face, it’s nine hundred.”

He couldn’t speak for several seconds he was so incensed. How dare she! She had no idea who the fuck she was talking to. “Woman, you are walking on thin ice. Three hundred, or I go.”

“The name’s Bulma, bub. And I told you. It’s nine hundred.”

“That’s not how haggling works.”

“NINE. HUNDRED. Or did you lose your hearing along with your eye?”

He dropped the hilt on the table where it clanged loudly. The woman made an outraged sound and grabbed it up to inspect for damage, but he had already turned on his heels and was storming out of the markets before his fingers found her throat a more pleasant grip than her ki-blade.

~xox~

Something heavy fell in front of her face. Bulma pushed the goggles out of her eyes and looked up, surprised to see the irritating one-eyed gladiator from before. She narrowed her gaze. “You again? Come to try and bully me some more?”

His jaw worked, and she thought she saw a vein pulse in his temple. “Nine hundred,” he said, each syllable sounding like it cost him a little piece of his pride.

She blinked at him, then looked down at the purse he had dropped on the table. She opened it and was genuinely surprised to see the coins inside. She quickly hid her shock and gave him a smug smile. “I guess you’re not as stupid as you appear. At least you recognize quality.”

His cheek twitched under his bandages. He was visibly trying not to take her bait. Pity. It had been kind of fun getting under his skin. “The sword?”

“Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on. What little of it you have on.”

“Like you’re one to talk—” he stopped himself, jerking his head to the side in irritation at having been roped in.

Bulma smirked but took pity on him, and grabbed the hilt. She hesitated handing it over. She hadn’t been exaggerating. This really was her masterpiece, countless sleepless nights and weeks of research and testing having gone into its creation. She held it out. “You’ll take good care of it, won’t you?”

He grimaced as he snatched it up. “Isn’t it supposed to take care of me? I swear, woman, if this thing fails and I live through the experience, I’ll be coming for you. There’s no place in the galaxy you can hide from me.”

She scoffed. “When you see how well it works, you’ll be begging me on your knees to outfit you with more.”

He sneered at her, turned around and marched off.

“Hey!” She called after him. “Don’t you dare die. I don’t want people blaming my invention for it.”

He didn’t respond, and disappeared into the crowd. She sighed and started counting her zeni, before an idea struck her. She pulled out her notebook, and started to sketch some designs.

~xoXox~

AN: Based on @nala1588’s Space Arena AU. It was so inspiring I couldn’t help myself. Just a one-shot for now, although if inspiration strikes again I wouldn’t be opposed to writing more :)

You can find her art here (and other vegebul goodies) by pledging to her patreon.

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dwightkschrute · 6 years ago

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In 2014 and 2015 I did a my year in review kind of thing where I, of course, reviewed it and accompanied it with a picture from that month. I somehow forgot to post 2016 (until now) and forgot to do it at all for 2017 but unfortunately, I am back with a really disappointing year. I was debating not putting myself through the legit pain of “reviewing” this year but I think of how I love going through my 2009-2010 posts and seeing how much I’ve grown so this is for you, successful and cooler future me.

2016 and 2017 were amazing but 2018 was my most promising year. My boyfriend and I were going to move in, I was going to start my dream job; everything was perfect. It definitely started out as one of the best years of my life! Then exactly halfway through the year everything changed and I was left having to pick up the pieces and completely restart, making it one of the worst years of my life.

I started January in Mexico, which was the best, but my family and I got home early in the month. I had quit my job the month before so I dedicated the entirety of this month to job hunting. Our friend (my bf’s bff who became mine and my brother’s bff early on)’s dad got a boat so it was like we got a boat too because despite the cold, we lived on it. (My boyfriend couldn’t go on the trip with us, which he was super bummed about (and that we had to spend like 10 days apart which was killer then), so he was the one to pick us up at the airport and he greeted me with a bouquet of flowers. Out of the many gifts/gestures he gave me, that was one of my favorites.)

February I started my amazing new job so life was back to 40 hour work weeks and not having much time for much else. I was always attached to the hip to my bf so almost every day after work entailed going out with him or having dinner with my family or his. That was my month. My favorite part of every February is Valentine’s Day and this one was as amazing as the rest. I don’t even have enough space (of the allotted space I give myself for each entry at least!) to describe that day. (My bf at our Valentine’s Day dinner. We finished our long day at this restaurant (so, so cool, once popular with Old Hollywood stars) on Hollywood Blvd and it was dreamy and romantic and amazing.) Oh man, I don’t have a lot of interesting things to say about March. Oh, my parents got Influenza (A/B/idk tbh), so it was two weeks of my brother, bf, and I taking care of them. My dad has a serious chronic disease so it was especially dangerous for him so it was a stressful time. Once we weren’t in hazmat suits anymore (no but really, we were gloved and double masked around them and kept them quarantined), I’d be at work or with my bf. I also started to get close with a co-worker, who I quickly became close friends with! (My bf’s two huskies. I’ve just loved that picture since I took it! I’ve never been loved by a dog more than the one in the back of this pic. Not even by my own! He has a special place in my heart.)

April was barbecues at my house or my bf’s, trying every brewery and bar around, hikes, bike rides, beach visits, baseball games, boat rides, late night cooking and baking. It was lots and lots of love and happiness and I would give absolutely anything to go back to those days. (My brother and bf grilling on Easter. This was a familiar scene, I have so many pictures of this exact scenario, yet looking at it just now made me so emotional! Stop! They’re just grilling!) May was so exciting! Very first day I got a new car! I was so happy! It was long overdue because my finicky, expensive Volkswagen had to go and I’d fallen in love with the new Honda Civic (I’ll admit I have basic taste but I don’t care!) so I finally bit the bullet and did it. This month my bf and I, after a long time of “oh wouldn’t it be nice!”, bit the bullet as well and decided to finally get serious about finding a place together. So the apartment search started, but we soon realized our home, Orange County, was super expensive. My bf, in that “ha ha jk but I’m down if you are” way, suggested we pick up and move to Oregon and I immediately agreed. It just felt right and despite us being the most careful and non-spontaneous people ever, we decided to do it! So we began to research, look for apartments but most importantly, jobs. (My car the day I took it home!)

Uhhhhhh, well, June hurts to think about! We went to visit Portland, where we decided we’d want to live because that’s where the jobs were, on a quick trip since it was strictly “business.” Portland was everything I imagined and more. We loved it and I think we loved playing house in our airbnb more than anything about the city. Back in LAX we came to the easy conclusion that though we lived Portland, that’d require a lot and for our first time moving out we’d like to stay close to home and above anything else, we just wanted to live together as soon as possible. We immediately started to look for places in LA, we spent the month apartment hunting, and towards the end of it, decided on one we really liked, one he begged me to please say yes to so we can move in already. I was so, so, so happy this month but what made me happier was seeing my bf, I swear, even happier than me. I seriously felt unstoppable and was beyond excited for our future. (I had a lot of Portland pictures to choose from but my bf and I liked this one because it reminded us of Always Sunny for some reason.)

In July, everything changed. To start, I left my job. I thought, new chapter in my life, new job coming, I’ll live really far, I should leave now. So I did. My last day was an emotional day because I loved my job so much and every single person I worked with. That very same day, my bf and I broke up. For unrelated reasons to my last day, to our moving in, to our relationship, etc. We had an amazing, amazing relationship but he has a lot of demons and issues/insecurities he has to deal with and conquer, and though I was aware and was there for him and would continue to be by his side no matter what, he decided that this was a battle he had to handle by himself and I figure before he got into a more committed situation. It didn’t have to happen, though. I hadn’t talked about the specifics of the breakup on my blog so sorry for changing the mood of the post, but yeah, July happened and it felt like my world stopped. Really regret quitting my job now, huh? I was hit by two huge losses and changes right at the same time. (I took this on my friend’s boat 20 tequila shots in, drunk and sad as fuck. Not to get fake deep but how sad. Literally on a boat, beautiful sunset, would rather die.)

August was a blur and I’m still not convinced I didn’t just dream it. God, alright, here we go, the rest of the year is a mess so get ready. I fell into a deep depression fast. It also didn’t help that my dad had to start getting radiation/infusions for his illness shortly after the breakup. I couldn’t believe how much my life had changed. I started dating someone else and then I dated another guy shortly after. I wanted to replace and/or forget and I really thought that’d be the solution. I was miserable when I was with them. I took absolutely any opportunity to get really drunk or high, and the opportunity came often so I spent most of my days desperately trying to not feel anything. The only time I’d feel okay was when I was extremely high and I couldn’t even think. Since I had a lot of savings for my out of state move, I had a lot of money to blow, which I did. I realized I even liked the feeling of the temporary “high” of spending a lot and receiving the stuff. I’d hang out with any friend who offered (out of boredom? loneliness?) and even ended up on a mess of a Vegas trip. Worst month ever. Maybe. (Here’s a positive! I like that bathing suit and my tiddie looks so round!)

When September came I realized two months had passed and all I had done was be a huge depressed mess. I no joke forgot about work. I just straight up forgot. I started to look for a new job, which hurt me so bad because I had to face the fact that it wouldn’t be my Cool LA Dream Job anymore. I stopped dating. Most importantly, I completely stopped drinking and smoking because it’d almost always make me sadder but also it scared me that I had no self control nor did I care. I saw a whole lot of my close friends and they, along with my immediate family, kept me afloat this month because time felt like it was going so fast. I couldn’t believe that at a blink of an eye it was night again and then a new day. Time had no mercy for me, please let me hold on. (Me at a baseball game. Tbh I’m looking at this thinking, did this really happen?)

October started out nice because my best friend of years, who I unfortunately had a falling out with three years ago, reached out to me. I’ll always give her all of the credit for doing that. I can’t begin to explain what this meant to me. It was a nice, bright shine of light that managed to shine through the dark clouds. Having my best friend is exactly what I needed. I’m a big believer in the universe acting in mysterious ways and though I had grown disappointed in its little surprise for me lately, this was the kind I always appreciate. I spent a good part of that month with her, catching up and doing things just like we did back then. It was like nothing had changed. That’s all I remember about this month, and a super fun Halloween! That day was probably one of the best days in months. (My best friend Rylee and me the first time seeing each other in 3 years. We’ve had our blogs for 8-9 years so please follow her for quality content)

November was rough. I was frustrated because surely things should had been better by then. I was still feeling so low, I was going to job interviews to no avail, I “relapsed” and had a high/drunk off my ass on a boat messy moment.. To make matters worse, I accidentally drove up on a cement divider in a parking lot and my airbags deploy, which is so expensive to fix, so my car was out of commission for a month. Then I got so sick and I rarely ever get a small cold. I seriously felt like I was cursed, even the smallest thing felt like an insult towards me. The one good thing is that since July I had been forcing myself to go to the gym five times a week. My mom said exercising was the only thing that’d help her feel that sweet release of seretonin, endorphins, dopamine, and all that good stuff when she was depressed so, though I enjoyed going to the gym before, I did it just for that reason alone. It worked and as another result I got like pretty fucking fit. Revenge body, you’re one of the few good things in my life right now. (I literally had no idea what to choose so I said fine, here’s a pic of the scene of the crime. Whatever.)

In December I turned 26. Which I hate, naturally. I went to a million more job interviews. I’m seriously so embarrassed to admit that but whatever, it’s the truth. (I have a degree, experience, and an awesome cover letter..I’ll keep blaming the curse!) What kept me sane was that we had different family members visiting from the very beginning of the month. Playing with an energetic, adorable baby kept me distracted and happy. Having so much company around also distracted me (slightly, but it helped!) from the fact that the holidays and my birthday would be quite different now. I’m one of those annoying Christmas lovers, usually at least. This year everything just happened and I didn’t care. But I survived December! (I don’t care. This is the appropriate representation of 2018 and how I feel at the end of it.)

Jesus if you’ve read all of this.. I’m sorry you had to read about the mess of my year but really more like the mess that is ME. Yknow those like “people my age I went to HS with vs me” memes? I seriously went from being that bitch with a good paying job, brand new car, a serious, great relationship with a promising future together (Like. We would color coordinate outfits! LMAO. We would have dinners with both of our families together. We were obsessed with each other. You’d roll your eyes if you saw any of this. I can’t get over how perfect we were, it’s hilarious what happened to us.) and then at the blink of an eye I went to not having absolutely any of that, casually dating (something I’d NEVER done) anyone who resembled my ex and sadly and drunkenly puking off the side of a pier. Who is she? I don’t know, I got whiplash. (Queen of parentheses and side notes, I know. But another thing about me is... I’ve never been affected by people leaving my life. I’m used to it. I’ve never been anywhere as affected as I was when my ex and I broke up. This isn’t normal for me, my ENTJ/Capricorn ass doesn’t know what this feeling is.)

Please curse that has been put on me, release me. Whoever is attacking my voodoo doll, calm down! Please! I’ve gone through enough sadness and loss. If 2019 is even slightly as bad, I’m going to be like that pigeon I reblogged the other day that’s like “fuck this I’m just going to sit here.” I can’t even make a cute but corny, hopeful “hope 2019 is great!” comment. I’m literally begging you...pleading you... I don’t believe in karma but after all of this shit, I better have something much better in stock for me. “Good things are coming!” I fucking hope so. Like, I’ll be even more annoying right now and say that it’s not fair that I didn’t get to have the future I was about to have. I don’t care about any cliche you may have for me. One door closes, everything happens for a reason, God has a plan, etc. No. Why did all of this have to happen? What can be better than the future I was going to have? I felt so unlucky. It all feels like a nightmare and I’m just waiting to feel whole again. Oh shit I got really intense. I know I’ll get over it and life will be good again eventually but for now, I am still so mad. I would have never in a million years guessed this is how my 2018 would go.

So fine, I’ve accepted things now, so now I’m impatient and say please prove me wrong, 2019. I’m THREATENING you to be amazing!

#2018 #OMFG MESSSSS of a year..#and i acted so embarrassingly sigh but that was 2018

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bruhwhyth0 · 4 years ago

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WHY THO?

Jesus Christ I was really hoping I’d never have to do this again. I honestly don’t know what is worse, having to watch another shitty movie or rereading my old blog posts and realizing that they were lower in quality than the movies I was reviewing. Fortunately it doesn’t really matter because I know for a fact that my -2 followers don’t seem to mind. But here I am. Once again I must swallow my pride and sumit myself to literal torture all in the name of a grade. To my suprise choosing a crappy movie was almost as difficult as watching one. So many options. So much low hanging fruit. However movies of this nature can always be a mixed bag. I remember when I first started this blog a few years ago some reviews never left my drafts because I didn't have much to write about. Sometimes a movie is so mediocre, so bad, that it can’t even excel at being an awful pile of crap. I chose to write about bad movies because I figured it would be entertaining. You’d think some films, in their own demented way, could at least entertain. But no. Can’t even get that right. I’d find myself at 2’o’clock in the morning looking at my notes only to realize that I basically wrote nothing. All I had was a lingering sense of regret and confusion; like I’d just woken up from a drunken one night stand. All I could do is ask myself, “What the hell did I just watch?” So as I revisit this deserted island I call my blog for what most likely will be the last time, I want to make sure that it is worth it. If I’m going to verbally assault a movie, I’m going to make sure it is an easy target. That was my thought process at least. I soon realized that just because a movie is easy to write about, that doesn’t mean it is easy to watch.

So what movie did I force upon my soul do you ask? Why CATS of course. Because who doesn’t like Cats? Everyone loves cats. What’s not to love about an ungrateful and rude animal that walks around your house like it owns the place. An animal that bites, scratches, and claws at anything it deems unworthy. “Let's make a movie, based off the perverted 80s Broadway production that centered around these literal spawns of Satan,” said every Hollywood executive with their head up their ass. As a matter of fact they thought it was such a good idea that they dropped 95 million U.S. dollars on it.

Now before I continue, as I typed “cats budget” in my google search bar, take a guess what came up after “cats bu..”. CATS BUTTHOLE SMELL. Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell is wrong with people? I tried recreating it in the search bar to screenshot but I couldn’t get it to come up, but trust me. I know what I saw. What is it with cat people man? Seriously. Really threw me off my train of thought.

But yeah, 95 big ones. A lot of good things could have been done with that money, but nope. We needed a live action adaptation of Cats. Did anyone who thought this was a good idea even see the play? That shit was weird. I didn’t watch it, cause, well why the hell would I?

But from the bare minimum research that I did do, the general consensus was that it was a shitty play that made lots of money because people are dumb and will watch anything. I guess producers were hoping lightning would strike twice. If you saw the play you would know that there is literally no plot. It has nothing. It is literally a bunch of weirdos dressed like anthropomorphic cats dry humping each other and singing for 2 hours. I swear its target audience had to consist of lonely 12 years old, sad housewives, and perverts. I tried watching the musical just to get a general reference of the living hell I was going to put myself in only to be utterly mortified. My eyes and ears didn’t last 5 minutes. How it made all the money it did baffles me. But I’m not here to talk about this crime against humanity, I’m here to rip into its bastard child. And boy, oh boy, is there a lot to talk about.

$14.99 in and I’m already regretting my life choices. Everything in my life has led me to this moment and I really wish I could change that. Thanks to what a box office bomb this movie was, I can’t rent it anywhere. I can only buy it. Figures. You're already off to a bad start movie. 2 minutes into the opening scene and I already hate it. People walking around on all fours in fursuits, licking their genitals, singing dancing, some crappy asymmetric musical. WHY! Oh god why did people make this? What kind of furry bullshit is this? I am going to be completely transparent. I’m writing this while I’m watching the movie. I’m not even 5 minutes in and I want to blow my brains out. This is not hyperbole, I wish it was. I can’t dude. I can’t watch this fucking movie. All the characters speak in these weird haikus with British accents. I can’t. I just can’t. I don’t know what anyone is saying half the freaking time. So many made up words and phrases. It's like the script was written by some Dr. Suess rejected. I genuinely have no idea what is going on. I was really hoping that for once one of my reviews wouldn’t sound like the rantings of a madman. But I can’t help it. This crap is rotting my brain. Seriously what is going on. Maybe I’m a simpleton who doesn’t get musicals, but I shit you not there is no plot. I have no idea what the hell is going on. How do you have a movie with no plot?

It’s just singing about being cats... and their FEET. JESUS CHRIST THEY HAVE FEET. No CGI paws. BARE. HUMAN. FEET. God why. How as an actor, do you go on set, act like a literal animal and tell yourself, “yeah this is gonna pan out great.” How did they sit down and go, “I’m going to sit here, lick a fake bowl of milk, sing and dance nonsense, then proceed to lick my non-existent cat balls.” I literally watched an actor snarl directly into the camera. When I went to find out who it was, I was unsurprised to see that all the pictures of the actors were gone. Just names. With a little digging I found out it was Ian Mckellen, you know, from Lord of the Rings. Magneto from Xmen. That Ian Mckellen. Yup, and he snarled to the camera like a cat. Anything for a paycheck right? Who am I to judge, I watched 2019’s Cats for an English class. Who is really losing here, cause frankly I don’t know anymore. If I have anything positive to say about this movie is that it has less dry humping than its source material. Key word less. I better get an A for this.

An hour into the movie and I still don’t know what the fuck is going on. Some dude in overalls is tap dancing. He's a “railway cat” cause he's a conductor or something. I physically cannot do this. I'm dying on the inside. A light inside me is slowly fading. Countless abhorrent musical numbers. Too many for a man to take. To put things in perspective, I did not like Hamilton. Did I respect it for what it was? Of course. Not my cup of tea though. Hamilton was a great musical, arguably one of the best, and I did not enjoy it whatsoever. Now here I am watching Cats. Just a little perspective.

As I came to the end of the movie I saw that I missed all kinds of things. There was a love plot, some kind of contest, and villain. But that didn’t concern me. All I could focus on was how I wasted an hour and a half of my life.

An hour and a half wasted on this.

Do you think God left us because he feared what he created? I sure as hell do. The philosophers were right. Everyday Pantheism is making more and more sense. And if not that nihilism. God is dead. God is most certainly dead. Don’t believe me? The GIF above is all the proof you need.

I was hoping that for once one of these blogs would have some sense of conformity. Some sort of cohesion. Maybe an ounce of legitimacy. But I couldn’t. There is something about these movies that drain the life from you. Every second spent looking at my computer screen I felt brain cells dying. I might as well have drunk a whole 750 milliliter bottle of Everclear. That or bang my head against a wall for 15 minutes. Either would have been just as effective; and probably more efficient.

I thought that I could improve upon the quality of my blog. When I reread my old post I realized that they had no depth. I thought maybe it was me. Right? I was 15, What did I know about good writing? No. It never had anything to do with me. Movies like Cats are such horrendous abominations of human creation, that there is literally no way to talk about them with any form of professional effort. They are shallow. There is nothing to analyze. How can you analyze garbage? Art requires respect if it wants to be reviewed and judged accordingly. Cats and films like it don’t have my respect and never will. I type this with immense pleasure. Never again. Never will I ever put myself through this bull again. Thankfully, for the last time. I can ask Why Tho?

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gnomegirlgabby-blog · 4 years ago

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History of Garden Gnomes Thoughts

So a few days ago I posted this article by Max! It is pretty lovely but I do have some responses to it since it has made me think pretty hard about a few things in it!

Max did an epic job writing this and doing some serious Gnome research! I will say though that I am not sure why he put them in the West... they are all over literally everywhere! if you keep your eyes peeled you will find them all the time!

I do not like that he says they are just male... that is totally not the case! Female gnomes may be uncommon but they are gnomes! GNOMES DON’T HAVE TO BE MALE!

Gnomes still are good luck charms! Most just got associated to Garden magic instead, not only that Leprechauns exist too and the luck became more their vibe than gnomes but gnomes are definitely lucky little creatures!

Garden Gnomes Meaning

During this section I learned what etymology is, the study of a word’s origin and its changed meaning over time.

Paracelsus gets more explained later but he is used here without explanation as an explanation which bothered me. For reader clarity Paracelsus is a Swiss physician, alchemist, and philosopher. He actually has a lot more importance than they gave him since he is basically the person who made up gnomes! I will post his more in depth crazy article later!

Basically though they believe the word Gnome came out of the Greek language either ‘genomos’ or ‘gnosis’ meaning earth dweller and knowledge. I think personally that a combo of the two is most likely because Gnomes live forever in the Earth really so they are very very knowledgeable about Earthly things.

Petite Gnome In Ancient Rome

The first thing about this section that got to me was the picture... why have a picture without a gnome in it to show that gnomes were in Ancient Rome!

But to be fair I couldn’t find a good picture for it either.... I did find a cool one from Turkey that will be shown off later!

I wish we could see one though and some of the god statues that paved the way for gnome statues! not to mention naughty gnomes since the most common God Priapus had a permanent erection!

Early Modern Period-From Gobbi to Lampy

So now after all that we finally get to find out who Paracelsus is and why he is relevant! So during the Renaissance Era the gnome statues had a spiritual connection as well! Paracelsus is who said they have magical powers (which they do!!!) So he said they were one of the four elementals or nature spirits that were invisible to humans but belonged to the Earth. Gnomes in particular would come out at night to help the plants grow!

They also had another name during the time period of ‘Grotesques’ which at that time was pleonastical because it was very obvious they were not very good looking at time. They were made a ugly petite hunchbacks. Then painted bright colors and called Gobbi which is Italian for hunchback.

Not gong to lie to you all Gobbi sounds a lot like Gabby and I do have the worst posture so this felt like cruel fate!! But will say totally fits and makes a lot of sense to me why I love them soooooo much!

If I was from that time period I would have had the wealthiest family for the amount of gnomes I have!

The popularity of gnomes grew due to all of the folklore and stories with them in it! Epp which makes gnome what they are today!

The First Garden Gnome

The iconic red hat gnome came form a sculptor named Phillip Griebel from Germany!! I love love love that his name is Griebel because it is real close to me true name Gabrielle! I just feel like it was meant to be! I was always supposed to be with the gnomes! Can you believe all these years later his factory still is there and producing gnomes?!

So a while later Sir Charles Isham showed up and brought Griebel’s gnomes over to England! He was believed to start the tradition of Garden Gnomes in the United Kingdom! Gnomes became nicknamed Lampy because Lamport Hall is what made them famous! There is another article of this coming later ;) One still exists and is being preserved at the family residence!

So fun fact one of my sorority sisters is an Isham! She also saved and preserved some of my gnomes from frat boys so I think it was another meant to be moment! Isham helps ‘Gobbi’ Griebel!

The 20th Century- Intermittent Rise And Fall Of Gnome

So I totally get the less money less gnomes thing but I never remotely thought about how gnomes would be impacted by war so that was an eye opening moment.

Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs restoring the glory of the garden gnome got to me... awww no way that happened!!! DRAWFS ARE NOT GNOMES! GNOMES ARE NOT DRAWFS! but I kept reading trying to see Max’s logic.... BECAUSE THEY LOOK SIMILAR!? WHAT!?!?!? Oh I can not get on board with the logic here! I think that many other things helped them out way more but hey not my article!

But seriously why that picture? It is not very snow white... guess it is somewhat gnomie...

I personally am so glad gnomes went to mass production or I would not be able to have a lot! I know that the quality is different but I do not think it is lesser and having gnomes of all sorts is so much more of a blessing than before!! Not less artistic either it is just a different artistic expression! The fall from being only for the wealthy is the best thing that could have ever happened to gnomes!

The Traveling Gnome Prank

Since this happens to me a lot I have a bit of bad vibes! I need to find these pictures of the Antarctica gnome travels that started it all!

Garden Gnome Liberation Front deserves there own posts for sure and will get it but i have a serious love hate with them.... but gnomes do deserve travel freedom! I will say I need more of the epic pictures of gnomes with landmarks!

I have never got one of gnomes back with a travel diary but they really should be! It would make their absence bearable for me!

Amelie is a great movie with one of the cutest gnomes I have ever seen but I will say I hate that it encourages people to take my gnomes on adventures without me!

Gnomes' Red Cap

The Phrygain Cap is the most known thing about a Garden Gnome! I did not know that a gnomes hat had a specific name before this article so I thought it was an awesome fun fact! Really the hat had a whole different vibe before the gnome got to it! But it does make the liberation of garden gnomes and giving them freedom make a lot more sense because those hats used to be the symbolization of freedom and is still worn by nation symbols of France today!

Making of Garden Gnomes

Once again why pick a picture without a gnome in it? I’m sure there are a few of someone out there sculpting a gnome....

Also terracotta clay gnomes are the cutest but also the worst because they break sooooo easily!!! I actually have one I have to fix :(

I need to find all these tutorials and try them honestly!

Types of Garden Gnomes

I am so so glad he amends the male part of garden gnome here and includes females and the babies! Gnome families are real!

Can we just say gnomes are branching out into doing more things of modern culture like playing with a cell phone or being a scientist!

Uses of Gnomes In The Garden

Now the box he puts gnomes in here is not ok to me... they can go literally anywhere and everywhere! Plus they come in so many different forms! Like necklaces, shirts, sheets, the kitchen!!! ANYWHERE! There is a gnome for that I swear!

Gnomes, from Gardening to Popular Culture

So now he kind of shares some gnomes that are not meant to be lawn care takers... once again GNOMES ARE NOT DRAWFS!

I have to admit I am glad the operating system is called GNOME but I hate when I search gnome and only that jazz pops up!

Social Deomcratic Party of Austria used gnomes for marketing and a post of this will come later because I didn’t even know that existed until this article!

A post of gnomes in the mentioned novels will come too because I need to see the reference of these in some of them... I have no idea where the gnomes are!

Travelocity thank you for using a gnome and its cool pictures but it encourages people to take mine toooo much! Plus my Travelocity gnome named Gnomad has never been returned! A post of their twitter is needed though!

I need to check out the George Harrison album with gnomes... another post that will appear!

Gnomeo and Juliet and Sherlock Gnomes are so amazing I hope they make a thrid! Please Elton John Please!

A post on all the festivals around the world that have gnomes will have to come! I need to know where all of these are!!!!

Truly this portion of the article has made it so I have to go down the well and learn more about these gnome appearances!

Garden Gnome Aesthetical Debate

Why is there a picture without gnomes in it?!?! Seriously they were jsut let in so they better be int he picture!!!

2013!!!! 2013!!! The gnomes were just accepted in 2013.... that is crazy to me! I am so glad they are allowed now! Next is to get rid of the gnomophobes and garden snobs!!!

Conclusion

Garden Gnomes are just a big part of life and if you say otherwise you aren’t using your eyes! I don’t think they are a stereotype either!!! or a sweet cliche!!

Yes I do have garden gnomes in the garden but I don’t really have a garden...

Gnomes are Beautiful artistry and the best creatures on the planet really! If you think they are expressions of bad taste we can’t be friends!!

YESSSSSSS GNOMES ARE JUST SOOOOOO CUTE!

I just did a whole response to your article so I will skip writing in the comments :P

Welp that concludes my thought on this article and it taught me a lot and gave me a lot of other gnomes to look into! I hope you feel the need to check some of these gnomes out as well!

https://www.greenandvibrant.com/history-of-garden-gnomes

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vieuxnoyesrp · 7 years ago

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⤜ Name/alias: Rose ⤜ Pronouns: She/her ⤜ Age: 25 aka cue the Quarter-Life-Crisis. ⤜ Timezone: UTC + 2:00 (aka Eastern European Time Zone) ⤜ Activity: I think it’s a solid 7. ⤜ Best form of contact: Cami’s Tumblr account. Lurker extraordinaire. I’m there even when I’m not. ⤜ Any Triggers? None that are permitted in this roleplay. ⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés? Aaaaah funny story… ⤜ What drew you to the RP? … Getting the chance to create this world with the two best co-mods on the planet. ⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? One of my favourite plots from our Plot page is the one involving the Salem witches impinging on the territory that belongs to the New Orleans Coven. The latter might be down and out for the time being, but I don't think it'll stay that way for long and I'm very excited to see whether the witches of New Orleans can become a power to be reckoned with and rebuff Salem's intrusion.

⚜ Desired Character:

⤜ Name of Character: Quentin Herrera, né Adrian Flores.

⤜ FC? Bob Morley

⤜ Biography + Connections:

Adrian Flores Quentin Herrera ⚜ Werewolf ⚜ 26 ⚜ The Sentinel ⚜ ISTP

When I am silent …

He’s staring down the barrel of a gun, pupils dilated in disbelief. It’s not the first time he’s had a gun pointed at him, but it is the first where the intent is to kill.

- “You’re a loose end, Adrian. You know we can’t allow that. Maybe if you’d opened your eyes, been a little smarter…”

- “I won’t talk!! I swear! I won’t tell them anythin’!!”

- “So they all say. I’m sorry, Adrian.” There’s a click as the safety latch is flipped off the trigger, and in that moment, his adrenaline kicks into overdrive - But rather than fear, he feelsrage. Not at their callousness - that’s part and parcel with the job description - but at their greed. Hasn’t he given them enough? Repaid his father’s debts twice over, run competition out of business, extended the trade’s reach like tentacles throughout the city? He doesn’t sleep, he barely eats, he doesn’t dream, his good arm is broken in three places from ‘old lessons learned’ (because ‘don’t shoot the messenger’ is a lie they tell you when you’re young and dumb and still think you can quit)…

So when the gun goes off, anger is still coursing like a tidal wave through his system, blood pounding in his ears. Fear doesn’t come until later, when he’s on the run; fear comes with the realization that he’s killed a man. He doesn’t stop running for weeks, months - and though he changes his address and his name, he knows that death is a stain that cannot be washed off this new slate he’s grappling for. Which is why when every bone in his body breaks down one night only to be replaced by matted fur, claws and yellow eyes - Adrian figured he was paying for his godless crime. It wasn’t far from the truth; an explanation he only got months later when setting up camp in the Bayou of New Orleans.

{He was young; but he knew his own soul, it was precious to him, he guarded it as the eyelid guards the eye, and without the key of love he let no one into his soul.}

Werewolf… Because apparently his life wasn’t complicated enough. It’s yet another gory image to the dreams that have started up again as his insomnia gives way to a disturbed sleep. In his nightmares, he doesn’t know which is worse; when he pulls the trigger or when he doesn’t; blood paints his vision red either way and he wakes up drenched in cold sweat.

But Adrian - or rather Quentin, as he goes by these days - is trying to leave the past behind. If there’s one silver lining in this shitty story it’s the fact that neither the law nor the gang has caught up with him. At first he feared a trap; every street corner implied a surprise-attack, every siren’s wail was the police coming for him. But as the months crawled by, that tiny, deceptive flicker of hope lit up within him again. What if this really was his fresh start?… Maybe he could do it right this time. No drug-peddling, no mafia, and no blood money. He’s taken up a job as a bouncer for a local club,Ampersand, because it’s well aligned with the few talents he picked up while selling drugs; looking for signs of impending trouble, and muscling his way out of it. It’s not a job Quentin loves, but it pays the bills and even leaves a little bit left-over. It doesn’t amount to much once he’s finished paying for his mom’s antidepressants; but given that he has to stay away for her own safety, covering her medications seems to be the least he can do. Besides, if it wasn’t for the fact that the gang took her husband’s life and then reduced that of her son’s to shambles - she wouldn’t have needed them to begin with. But that’s one of the many thoughts he prefers to keep stashed away in a corner of his mind that he doesn’t mess with much. Because he’s gotta focus. Maybe one day he’ll manage to make something of himself and escape the shithole of a city that gave birth to him. Maybe then he’ll be able to get back in touch with his family and really get his mom the help she needs… It’s a dream that stands in stark contrast to the ones he sees at night, but he has to start somewhere, right?

… I have thunder inside of me.

Web of Connections

Lydia Martin: If escaping both the justice system and the criminal underworld was his first lucky strike, landing a job as Lydia Martin’s part-time bodyguard is certainly his second. It’s no thanks to the snarky redhead, of course, but instead to her mother, who insisted on upping security for the family while hosting public events. He doesn’t get why someone of Mrs. Martin’s status would insist on hiring ragtag no-namers like him instead of some quality muscle, but he isn’t about to question it. Besides, the job’s been easy enough so far, as long as he keeps his senses tuned to the world around him - while simultaneously pretending to be blind, deaf, and dumb where Lydia’s forked tongue and she-devil antics are concerned.

Jackson Kenner: ‘Trust’ isn’t a word Quentin throws around lightly; not after what he’s been through. But Jackson’s come closer to earning his than most. He’s answered all of his questions on being a werewolf; including the ones he never really voiced. And the man exudes a kind of raw honesty that’s hard to come by these days. He won’t admit it aloud, but the more time they spend together, the more he feels as though Jackson is the brother he never had. Quentin wants no part in a war - not after he’s waged one his entire life - but if push comes to shove he’d throw his lot in with Jackson. It’s the least he can do for the person who’s become his makeshift family in New Orleans.

Jenna Sommers: He first took note of the unassuming highschool teacher at the library, while getting frustrated over the paltry results of his research on lycanthropy. Miss Sommers was seated a few tables away, tutoring students in what he guessed was History. It wasn’t a topic that had interested him much in highschool; he’d barely scraped by with a C - much as most of his classes. But listening to the passion with which Miss Sommers explained the relevance of the Past, Quentin couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d been too quick to dismiss it. He’s run into Jenna a few times since then and even spoken to her once or twice. She is down-to-earth, and lacks the matronly air that had him avoiding teachers in his youth. He wants to ask her whether she’d ever be willing to tutor him, but he’s never summoned the courage to ask. Besides, what good would it do for a dumb kid like himself anyway?…

Isaac Lahey: Jackson was the one who first told him Isaac’s story; the witch ritual, the intention to sacrifice him for their own self-serving ends, the way the boy had killed the woman wielding the blade rather than lay his head down on the chopping block… There are just too many parallels between Isaac’s story and his own past in a gang. They’re both loners, by nature or by necessity; neither of them can afford the luxury of trust. Because of that - or maybe in spite of it - Quentin wants to help the skittish boy in the hopes of saving him many months of fear and the anxiety of having to shoulder the weight of his burden alone. But Isaac’s been persistently difficult to locate, let alone approach. Which is why when Quentin found out that he was relying on a witch for shelter and a roof over his head, he couldn’t understand it. What would ever compel him to trust a witch again after what he’d endured? Quentin suspects foul-play and intends to get to the bottom of it - even by sticking his nose into business that doesn’t concern him; a tendency he’s normally happy to avoid.

Katherine Pierce: Where stories of Isaac’s past have came to his attention, Quentin remains hopelessly in the dark where Katherine Pierce’s infamy is concerned. The brunette has been trying to cozy-up to him on the nights where he’s working at the club - and she doesn’t seem inclined to take ‘no’ for an answer. He doesn’t know what the hell she sees in him; it isn’t as though bouncers reek of class or wear a uniform. Besides; with her sensual build, sly good looks and come-hither personality, he bets she could snap up just about any guy - or girl. He can’t exactly shake Katherine on the job, but the more he finds himself smirking in response to one of her tongue-in-cheek remarks, the less Quentin finds he wants to rebuff her. Little does he know what those dark, laughing eyes have in store for him…

Plot Teasers:

Quentin’s tentative relief as he settles into his new life will be short-lived once his old debts catch up with him — from both sides of the law…

This lone wolf may soon discover that he isn’t so alone after-all, as familial ties reveal themselves in unexpected places…

On the soundtrack of his life: I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young (x)

⤜ Personality Traits: (+) Honest, Hard-working, Unpretentious (-) Distrustful, Intolerant, Moody.

SPECIES, FACTION AND AFFILIATION INFORMATION:

⤜ What is your character’s species? Werewolf

⤜ If supernatural, what is their level of experience with their abilities? Triggered within the past year, not very experienced - packless, ie; omega.

⤜ Is your character affiliated with any of our factions? No.

⤜ Why do you want this character? A I’ve always been a fan of trying my hand at characters that are different from the ones I’ve played in the past. Quetin is pretty much Cami’s opposite in so, so many ways. Supernatural, distrustful, more of a lone wolf, not the best conversationalist, wary of everyone… Etc. I just want to see what kinds of trouble he can get up to in the Quarter.

⤜ What are your future plans for this character? I want to work on immersing Quentin into New Orleans and entangling him with the rest of the cast. It’s the last thing he wants to do; get involved, build connections - for all he knows, New Orleans is just a pit stop to his final destination. But that’s exactly why I want to have him forcibly build roots. Also, no matter how much he wants to stay out of trouble, I think he’s drawn to it because it’s really all he knows. It’s his instinct to keep an eye out for danger and tells himself he’ll run in the opposite direction if it comes too close. But because he’s been the victim one-too-many times before, it’s difficult for Quentin to turn a blind eye when it happens - or when he sees other victims in the making. More often than not, he gets involved. One day, he’ll pay for it.

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time?

Quentin lives in a fairly rundown single-bedroom apartment just on the outskirts of the French Quarter. He could probably afford something he’d be less embarrassed to show to a guest, but a) he’s not planning on any guests and b) he’s trying to save up some dough. There’s no illusion about it; he knows the money from his drug-dealing days will dry up soon and it’s extra stress he doesn’t need on his shoulders right now. He used to be an early-riser, back when PTSD and withdrawal symptoms weren’t this big a problem. These days it’s hard enough for him to get three decent hours of sleep in a row - let alone wake up early to face the day. It’s part of the reason why he figures working as a bouncer isn’t costing him much. So he’ll drag his ass out of bed sometime after noon and try to get some type of physical activity in to out-compete the constant lethargy in his muscles. If there’s one plus to werewolf physiology it’s certainly that a little goes a long way. If he’s feeling antisocial - which is most days - he’ll follow it up with day in; updating himself on the news (both local and in Chicago), do his best to keep tabs on the stories that don’t make it onto the news regarding the Mafia’s extensive activities - and try his best not to alert anyone onto his digging. Hours fly by nursing his anxiety in this way - or maybe his obsession - before he remembers putting in a call to his mom to make sure she’s okay. Their conversations usually leave him feeling guiltier than not, and he’d hate to admit that it’s often with relief that he ends the call right before going to work.

On days when he’s had just about enough of his four walls, Quentin seeks out the pack in the Bayou - Jackson’s, specifically. He does so carefully, constantly wary of being followed and hoping that he’ll find the Alpha as close to alone as possible. Sometimes they’ll train together, sometimes Jackson will answer his questions - or sometimes they’ll just sit in companionable silence over a drink or two. He likes those nights best. If he isn’t at work, at home or in the Bayou, Quentin is usually in a meeting with Mrs. Martin, answering an inquisition regarding Lydia’s safety and whereabouts, or in attendance at some glitzy event he doesn’t want to attend. Very rarely, he can be found poking around Tulane University or the local library, thumbing through books he wishes he understood. In the evenings he’ll put on the tv and watch something mindless until he blocks out his thoughts and dozes off for the night.

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.

1) Quentin’s has a petty thievery habit that he can’t quite shake. Things that won’t be missed; Carol Lockwood’s tattered copy of the Great Gatsby, or a french menu he swiped out of a too-expensive restaurant that Lydia was visiting. He can’t really explain why he does it, other than a fleeting curiosity in the objects when he first sees them, but as a result Quentin has a stockpile of random shit at home.

2) Quentin has GAD, or generalized anxiety disorder. It’s yet another of the many side-effects resulting from his years as a drug dealer; with the fear of constant shakedowns hanging over his head. The fact that his brother spent time in prison and that he himself is still under Emilio’s thumb only exacerbated his symptoms over time. It’s subtle for the most part, manifesting itself in the odd tick or repetitive behavior – but it can become quite severe when he’s under stress, and has led to a panic attack more than once before.

3) Quentin’s favourite movie is Slumdog Millionaire, and his favourite book is S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders. He hasn’t had the chance to read too many books in his life but he’s damn near certain this would be his favourite even if he’d read every book in the universe. There was just something about being a Greaser that made him feel like he could relate… Like S.E. Hinton knew exactly what she was talking about. The only thing that changes each time he rereads the book, is which character he relates to most at that particular point in his life. Ponyboy when he was little, Two-bit when he’s stealing, Johnny when he’s breaking down and Darrel, when he has something to look up to.

⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your character? Quentin’s distrust of the witches and the vampires is growing, especially because he sees (or imagines) too many parallels between them and the mentality of the Mob he’s running from. He’s heard of too many abuses of power, and he hates how both set of supernaturals have something about keeping up appearances. I think he’s going to make enemies fast in both camps, and I’m totally here for it. I’d also like to explore a plot where he actively attempts to get back on track with his education (something that's privately important to him) and see where academic life takes him. Lastly (for now!) I want to see whether being a packless wolf brings on pressures of its own as different Alpha powers begin to oppose each other in the Bayou and the threats - both internally and externally - increase.

⤜ Para sample:

This isn’t his scene, not remotely. But if Lydia’s mom wants to pay him fifty bucks an hour to stand in a corner and watch over her daughter, it’s no skin off his back. There’s alcohol floating around and that makes this whole thing a little easier, although it’s been months since he’s really felt the buzz. Jackson mentioned something about werewolf metabolism once, although he isn’t sure he was listening to the details. Now, as he reaches for a pricey shot of whiskey, he wish he’d listened better.

Quentin spots Lydia as he brings the glass up to his lips, briefly makes eye-contact with her before she goes back to pretending he isn’t there. He doesn’t care, he prefers it that way. She’s easier to monitor when she isn’t trying to get a rise out of him or batting those eyelashes with enough emphasis to get him fired. Green eyes, like bayou leaves or the underbelly of a dragon… That, combined with the flaming red hair is as effective as a stop sign.

His eyes travel over to her stepdad, Mr. Lockwood, who’s busy laughing too loudly at his own joke. The dad has a smile that makes him want to kick over a garbage can in his path. A smile made of razorblades. And then there’s Tyler, a few feet away. Tyler looking rich and shiny like a… Well like a douchebag, really. It’s enough to have him knocking back the rest of his whiskey without a second thought. On the bright side, he’s not paid for their security. Father and son could spontaneously combust and he’d still go home with a paycheck so long as Lydia kept away from the flames. On the downside, there’s still three more hours left to this social soirée. He wants to go for another drink but doesn’t in case he’s being monitored. Instead, Quentin finds himself in the empty gallery.

It’s been four minutes, maybe five when he feels the unmistakable sensation of a metal barrel to his spine. The boy stiffens immediately; body one long, taut string. If he moves, he’s dead. Muscle memory knows how this works. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Is that any way t’ welcome an old friend? Huh??” The gun is whipped twice against his external oblique and the werewolf buckles forward in response to the throbbing pain.

“Leave me alone, I’ll-”

“- Or else what? Think you can kill me too? There’s a lotta people coming for you, Flores. And the things they wanna do to you, kid…” There’s a slick, wet sound as he sucks the saliva in between his teeth. “Let’s just say I wouldn’t wanna be you. But the new Don wants me ‘o give you a choice. Calls it amnesty. All you gotta do… Is kill Carol Lockwood. ”

And there it is again, that tidal wave of rage that rises within him without warning. He doesn’t know if he’s angrier at the thug or at himself for foolishly hoping the Mob’s mercy would come free of strings. In a flash he’s rammed one elbow into the man’s stomach and turned to shove his knee where it’ll cause the most damage. “You’re gonna regret that!” The other snarls just as he dives for the gun. It goes off with a deafening bang and misses Quentin by a hairline. Conversation stops in the adjoining room and within seconds his assailant is gone, leaving a crumpled heap on the ground, and a broken window in his wake.

The next thing he knows Lydia is rushing in, closely followed by a bunch of other well-to-dos. The sharpness to her whisper is unmistakable; she’s furious. “What the hell are you doing?? Who was that?… Nothing to see here, people, just a clumsy little slip! Back to the foyer!”

It takes him a good minute to regain control of his vocal cords as the crowd disperses. “Nobody.” His voice is hoarse, and when he grasps the back of a chair in order to help himself up, the tremor in his hand betrays him. “It was nobody.”

⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? No.

⤜ Have you read the rules?: Yes

⤜ Would you be willing to have this character killed off? Yes. ⤜ Anything else? No.

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rosarkahamill · 7 years ago

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***TRAVELTIPS*** I've had a ridiculously busy year of travelling, and on my various trips I've had a lot of different experiences. I'm currently in the last leg of planning my biggest adventure yet: a 12 day solo-trip to Cuba, happening in 6 weeks time! As a part of this I figured I could share some tips I've gathered through my trips and experiences. Hopefully at least some of them will be useful for others, and maybe even get someone to take a trip they otherwise wouldn't have dared to go on? Who knows! 1: GOOGLE IS YOUR FRIEND You can save yourself from a lot of hazzle with some basic searches on google. "Best area to stay in [name of place]" for instance will often lead you to reviews, travelblogs, yahoo answers etc. These are great for travel to places you haven't visited before, because you'll get a much bigger and more honest overview of a place than just reading reviews (which should be your next step, but more specified to hotels/accommodation in the area you found from using this tip). Often people who actually live in the area will tell answer these type posts and give honest feedback on where to stay and which places to avoid. When I was in Lithuania last year, a guy who lived parts of the year in Vilnius told me on the bus to town that the hotel I had picked was in the worst area of the city because of drugs and prostitution. I wasn't rattled though, and even though I stayed out late at night I was perfectly fine, but, I could probably have gotten a hotel in a nicer area for a similar price if I'd done my research first. Speaking of which… 2: RESEARCH AND READ REVIEWS So the "R" word might sound boring, but, it's one of the most essential tips I can give you. Also, if you go about it with the right attitude, researching for a trip can actually be a lot of fun! When you're looking for a place to stay, whether it's a hotel or private accommodation, take your time to read reviews. Specifically, I look at a few of the reviews that give top marks, and more of the ones that give bottom marks. Most places will have a bit of both, and some of the bottom reviews are completely unreasonable. Generally, you want to weed out the places that have many bottom reviews with similar complaints. This would've saved me from a hotel in Brussels, Belgium, where several people had written about rude/unhelpful staff, poor cleaning/maintenance, and theft from the rooms. Unfortunately, I only thought to check the worst reviews when I signed in to tripadvisor to leave my own 1* review… 3: PRIORITIZE Another "boring word", but a great tip for your wallet. Think about what you want from the trip, and what you're willing to sacrifice. If you plan on spending a lot of time shopping, at museums, exploring the city, lounging on the beach etc, then you're probably not gonna do much other than sleep at your hotel. So does the hotel need to be 4*? Not really. Get a cheaper hotel and spend the money saved on shopping instead. Or is your aim to just relax and get a good nights rest, reading a book with a cuppa and use whatever luxury is available at the hotel? Then yes, a good hotel will be worth your while. When in New Orleans with my mum, we stayed at an old historic hotel in the French Quarter. The room was tiny, smelled of damp, and to use my mums words: "the balcony was so slanted it was like a shipwreck". BUT, we pretty much only used the room for sleep, showers, and a few beers in the sun on the sinking balcony. The hotel was in walking distance from everything we wanted to check out, and because we got a cheaper deal we had more cash for beers, shopping, and excursions. (AN: despite the less luxurious feel of the place I'd actually recommend it, just for the location and customer service alone!) 4: STOCK UP ON TRAVEL APPS Do yourself a huge favour and download the travel apps you need before you go. Apps like Tripadvisor can be a major help in finding places to go out for a meal, pubs, sights etc. Downloading these off WiFi at hotels in eastern Europe can be… a major pain. You'll save yourself from a lot of "rage" by just having them ready before you go. Also, when you find something, take screenshots! You never know when the app might glitch, and suddenly that nice pub with local food and a name consisting solely of consonants (I'm looking at you Poland) is long gone. Same goes for maps and directions. Because I'm from Norway I can only really recommend the apps that I myself have used, but I don't know if these will apply/be as useful for everyone. My main recommendations, for what it's worth, are: Tripadvisor, Momondo, Hotels, ETaksi (specifically for use in Lithuania. It's pretty much the same as Uber, and is used by everyone. Unless you're a millionaire or fluent in Lithuanian I think this one is a must-have. Some of the local taxis charge extortionate prices, and the level of English varies a lot), AirBnB, Uber. 5: CHAT IT UP This one might seem a bit scary, but it's so rewarding once you give it a go! If you're in a shop having a browse or buying something, chances are the person at the till is somewhat local. Try out a little smalltalk first. It doesn't have to be good enough to win you a date with Tom Hiddleston, just everyday pleasantries is enough. This is just to get a feel of the person, if they speak English and if they seem like the friendly and helpful type. If they do, this is a perfect opportunity to find some hidden gems. When I was in Israel I discovered a bar I would NEVER have found otherwise. This was just from asking a lovely lady working at a bookshop (!) for tips, and she gave us the name and address. The place is enough to fill a Tumblr post in itself but that's a story for another time. But asking the locals can really give you some unique experiences. 6: USE YOUR HANDLUGGAGE WISELY So you've arrived in Oslo, but your luggage hasn't. You're wearing skinny jeans, a tee, and a thin jumper. It's -11 degrees Celsius outside, and you have to scrape the ice off the windows of your car that's been left in freezing temperatures for two weeks, while shivering like a penguin and swearing like a sailor. That was me and my mum when we returned from New Orleans and were told that one of our bags got left behind at Atlanta, with all our winter clothes in it… A good story now, not so much at the time. After this frosty mishap, I learned to make better use of my handluggage than just magazines and empty space. Now I always pack the following in my handluggage (I use a mini suitcase that is cabin approved): - Toiletries (just the bare essentials, i.e toothbrush, mini toothpaste, mouthwash tabs from Lush, wetwipes, hairties and of course tampons etc) - Underwear and socks (if I'm going to a "summer destination" I also put a swimsuit in my handluggage) - 2 sets of clean clothes that can be combined (for instance two tanktops, a pair of jeans, and a skirt. This is in case I get stuck with no luggage for more than 1 day and I don't have time to "waste" on needless shopping or I don't want to. I'll then have something nice for everyday and something "dressy" for evening or at worst just a clean set of clothes in case I spill something etc). - A pair of shoes that can be worn with anything (worn for everyday or dressed up) - Chargers for my phone (with adapters!) - Printed receipts of plane tickets, payment for accommodation, and addresses 7: USE LOCAL TOUR OPERATORS Using the tour operator you know from home can seem convenient and easy, but in my experience you can make some really big misfires with this tactic. When I was younger we always used a big tour operator in Norway to book our little daytrips on holiday. Some were decent, others were either wilfully misadvertised or just plain bad. We booked a day trip to see Knossos (ancient city ruins) in Greece once, with the promise of a Norwegian guide to show us around the site and the museum. The "guide" was a "yolo-girl" in her late teens/early twenties who read robotically off a sheet she had printed off Wikipedia, and subsequently couldn't answer any questions we had other than questions about the schedule. Unfortunately, this is often how the big tour operators work. They can rest on their laurels because of their big brand name, and don't need to care about good service. Also, the teens that they use as "guides" are often extremely overworked and get zero training. I'd advise you to give the locals a go instead. They can take a bit more effort to seek out, but in my experience and opinion they're worth the work. They are more dependent on quality and positive word of mouth to survive, and weed out the tours that offer experiences like the one I had above. 8: AVOID THE SAFE This tip might seem a bit weird, but as someone who meets crooks at work pretty much every day of the week, take my advice on this one. Most people and travelblogs will tell you to use the hotel safe. This is just a candybox for "unfaithful servants" at your hotel. For emergencies/mishaps they'll have a spare universal key. So, when you leave your passport and mastercard there and the maid "takes you to the cleaners", you'll have no defense. There's no log anywhere of what you actually put in your safe, so when you complain the shady a** hotel you booked by accident will just give a standard apology and tell you that they'll "look into it". What I normally do is to hide my passport folder in my suitcase among my laundry/undies or under the suitcase lining (under the undies). I also spread my valuables so that they're not all in the exact same place. Chances are even if you get unlucky and they get to your valuables, they'll stop and take what they have found and not keep on ransacking you for the rest. 9: STAY COOL No, I don't mean in the #fashionista sense, I mean more in the "keep calm" way. Even if you feel a little nervous, try to give off the vibe that you're a local who knows your way around. Don't look like my mum at the London Tube, clutching her handbag for dear life and glancing nervously from side to side like a startled guineapig. If there ever is a look that screams "lost tourist with cash", it's that look. I walked down the streets of both Vilnius, Lithuania and Riga, Latvia, by myself, at night, in a mini skirt, and never did I feel unsafe. I dressed "like the locals", walked at a normal, calm pace, and carried my handbag normally. You'll draw a lot less unnecessary attention to yourself, and avoid making yourself an obvious target. 10: USE COMMON SENSE Common sense isn't as common as you'd think, and we all do things that later make us go "what the ¤#&£ was I thinking?" and sometimes even "I'm lucky that didn't turn dangerous for me". If something seems iffy and too good to be true, there's usually a reason for it. Check your governments general advice for the particular country you're travelling to. Avoid getting drunk as a lord (especially if you travel alone). Check the news and stay alert. If there's a mass demonstration about to happen, LEAVE. Don't take insane risks and generally, think of what advice you'd give your best friend. Would you tell them to get in that unmarked cab with a driver with a thirsty eye? I hope not, so don't do that yourself! 11: GO OUT THERE AND HAVE FUN! :)

#travel tips #solotravel #stay safe #ssdgm #globetrotter #international #traveler #travel #solo female #explore #goexplore #journey

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sharky-bishaw · 7 years ago

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Yoooooo gimme Erejearmin and LeviFar headcanons *grabby hands* 👀

Wait so you just want a list of them? Aight

As soon as you asked this I forgot half of my headcanons, so some of these are ones I thought of today

LeviFar:

Levi is sorta uncomfortable in relationships and still needs his space, so Farlan respects that and isn’t too touchy or anything, but eventually Levi misses it and becomes incredibly clingy. Farlan takes full advantage of these moods with lots of cuddling and kissing (this is also usually when they would have sex)

(This is less LeviFar and more them just being kind souls together) When they were thugs/underground, if they ever had any sheets/clothes they didn’t have a use for anymore, they would go around and give them to homeless children on the streets, for them to wear/sleep under.

They would keep a small amount of the money they earned to themselves, so they could use it to buy gifts for birthdays. This idea mainly came about from Farlan’s need to spoil his boyfriend, and even though Levi though it was kinda pointless he slowly gave in to Farlan’s begging. Farlan always knew perfect gifts for Levi, and even though Levi wasn’t that good at it, Farlan still loved everything he got.

When Isabel joined they made it a smaller cut so they could afford for her to join in as well.

Farlan has a habit of walking around the house half-naked after showers because he can’t be bothered to get dressed yet. Although Levi got used to this eventually, it would’ve shocked him at first to see his new (suddenly very hot) roommate/partner in crime sitting naked in the kitchen, first thing in the morning.

Levi is most talkative at night and often will ramble on to himself about nothing because he’s too busy to notice Farlan fell asleep. Personally, Farlan loves to listen to Levi spewing nonsense as he drifts off to sleep, but everyone who in the same barracks as them hates it.

When Farlan and Levi got engaged (*coughcough* self-promotion) because they couldn’t afford rings or anything, they tied a thin coloured ribbon around the handle of their knives. Levi still has the knife with its ribbon during the current time of the snk universe, Hanji is probably the only who knows why he has it and when someone asks he doesn’t explain.

The ribbon things were from the one Farlan sometimes wore in the manga, which is on Levi’s knife, and Farlan’s knife has some of Kuchel’s shirt tied to it. They chose these because they both were very dear to them (Farlan’s ribbon was from his mum or something too idk).

They were both incredibly protective of each other (Isa too but not in a relationship way), mainly when it came to Erwin and Mike.

Farlan was always lowkey salty that Hanji forgot his name that one time, and would occasionally bring it up when they said his name like “Farlan? Who’s that? I don’t know a guy named Farlan. Weird name, huh?” *proceeds to ignore Hanji*. (but seriously Hanji wow, the only one to put effort into a salute and you forget his name? Wooooow rude much?)

In a modern au, Farlan would be the one to come up with impulsive ideas that they neither can or should do, and Levi is always the one who has to say no. These are the rare occasions where Isabel sides with Farlan, and it in no way helps Levi

“Levi, we should go to every Universal Studios around the world, and compare them!” “Farlan, no! We had to go to McDonald’s the other day, just to steal the ketchup packets because we can’t waste money on a whole bottle!”

Farlan had a slight crush on Levi before they had formally met, he’d always found him incredibly attractive but more importantly he looked up to him in a way, and found his personality very interesting. Then from moment they met he started falling for him further.

Handholding during sex!

EreJeArmin:

Before the three of them got together, Armin was a fucking nerd who wanted his to guy best friends (so excluding Mikasa, I haven’t just forgotten her) to get together. After a while of failed attempts, he went to Connie and Sasha for help, and they told him to fake love letters from each other. So Armin wrote them in the way Eren and Jean would, but they didn’t pick up on the style of writing and instead they both recognised Armin’s handwriting. He ended up with them both chasing after him, but he managed to work a compromise of “Let’s all just date each other then”

I can’t imagine them getting together in a non-messy way for some reason

When they found out about the whole titan shifters die after 13 years, there was not only an erejearmin cuddling/crying session, but also a 104th and Mikasa and Jean session.

Idk if the Jean’s mum owning some sort bakery/cafe is a popular hc in the fandom, or I’ve just happened to see it a lot, but we’re going with that for this one. Jean often takes Eren and Armin to see his mother, and then they will go to the cafe as a date.

Eren and Jean will have little competitions over who loves Armin more, and even though Armin tries to stop them getting to into it, he loves the attention they give him. Eren will often have nightmares and night terrors that wake him up in the middle of the night. He used to either pace around the room or go down stairs, until he woke Jean up by accident. Before Jean had the chance to moan at him he noticed Eren was still shaken up, and after he explained Jean invited him to sleep in bed with him. They spoke with Armin in the morning, so now Eren alternates between them, rather than waking just one of them all the time.

When sharing beds, Eren always has to snuggle into his boyfriend’s chest

Jean likes drawing Eren and Armin, and when they found out they put their money together to buy him some nice quality colours. Since he’s started using then he’s had a habit of accentuating their eyes.

When they started dating, Mikasa ran Jean through trials and tests to prove he was worthy to date her family.

Eren was surprised to see how sensitive Jean actually when he got closer to him.

One time when they went to help Historia at the care home, Jean got really attached to one of the children and spent the entire journey back to the barracks trying to convince Eren and Armin to adopt her. He cried when Historia told him she’d been adopted.

If they’re sat together in the evening, Armin will take full advantage of being small and having two boyfriends, by laying his whole body across them, taking up as much of the space as he can.

NSFW Headcanons

LeviFar:

They’re comfortable enough with each other that they try out new kinks and stuff, but Levi is always the one a little more reluctant about things.

Levi has a thing for making clean surfaces “dirty” which Farlan loves, but he doesn’t enjoy the thorough cleaning they have to do again afterwards.

Farlan loves to pleasure Levi, and will more than often put his entire focus on during sex.

He also thinks that the Levi looks during and after sex is equal parts hot and cute.

Levi tends to swear and say I love you a lot whenever he bottoms (which is the majority of the time), whereas Farlan will normally say Levi’s name a lot.

Farlan always makes sure to start off very gently, to make sure it isn’t too much for Levi

Levi likes to keep going after he’s come, even if Farlan is done he loves it when he then either sucks him off or eats him out afterwards.

Farlan makes sure to kiss Levi all over when they’re having sex, and he repeatedly tells him how beautiful he thinks he is

Farlan is especially good at eating Levi’s ass, and Levi is surprisingly good giving blow jobs.

Levi’s skill however is from researching through dodgy books because he was nervous about his first time.

|At first Levi would get embarrassed about cumming

One of Farlan’s favourite times was when he convinced Levi to ride him whilst wearing a skirt.

His all time favourite is their first time though, as he remembers how great it felt to finally touch Levi in those ways he’d wanted to for so long.

Farlan once managed to convince Levi to have a threesome, which they had with Jan.

EreJeaArmin:

All three of them love frotting, not only because of how they feel but also because it’s one of the few things they can do where they know what the others are feeling at that time

Jean and Eren are generally quite vanilla, Armin, however, is pretty much the complete opposite. They’re both open to try pretty much anything, but some of the things Armin suggest can be quite intimidating. The two only really draw the line when it comes to hurting each other (further than spanking and choking)

Armin likes to tease Eren and Jean a lot, but will often put in rules such as “you can only touch yourselves” or “you can only touch each other, but you have to watch me”

If he had the right pole, Armin would 100% know how to pole dance.

Armin and Jean would probably want to make a sex tape

All three of them love the feeling of being wrecked, but Eren is the best at taking two at once

They fucked by the ocean

#anime #snk #acwnr #levi ackerman #farlan church #levifar #eren jaeger #jean kirschstein #armin arlert #erejearmin #ask #pinkheichou #ask was random but very much appreciated

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because apparently i'm not allowed to ask all about morgen i guess you have to do 1-10 rose, 11-20 ayo, 21-30 your seafolk girl i can't remember how to spell her name, 31-40 morgen. i expect you to write a book

WHOOPS I’M GONNA WRITE A NOVEL

ROSARY

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with? Rosary is the lone teenager! Both of her cousins are under the age of 12 and her mom and aunt are early 40′s and late 30′s respectively! She doesn’t know her dad’s family well and isn’t really familiar with whether or not she even HAS cousins her age on that side.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like? She loves her mom so much. She respects the shit out of her mom’s work ethic and will do whatever she can to support her mother in her endeavors. However, she misses her mom because their schedules don’t overlap much, since her mom works a lot and Rose is either in school or off solving mysteries or some shit. Her mom is very supportive but generally isn’t in the loop about her daughter, which drives a wedge between them.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like? Rose’s dad is dead but he was very supportive and involved with his daughter. He was very open about his culture and encouraged artistic endeavors from her. However, she was 9 or 10 when he passed and Rose feels a temporal distance from his love and support now.

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know? Oh boy. Having her abilities sealed off, seeing her mother break down after learning her father didn’t make it after the accident that killed him, reading the final missing page of Sharon’s diary (the one chronicling the leadup to her untimely death). The only people who are aware of ALL of these things are Ayo and Morgen.

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets? She has a lot of twine in her pockets because she works as a florist. She usually also has receipts from the coffee she purchases before school, and the change from that. She also usually has eyedrops in her pocket because she cannot stand if she gets dry eyes while wearing her contacts.

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams? Rose doesn’t remember most of her dreams, but if she does, it’s usually super bizarre shit.

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares? See above. Rosary isn’t really a dreamer. She doesn’t have enough information to draw from to draw off patterns.

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target? Rose’s weapon of choice isn’t really a gun, so N/A.

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up? Rosary has always grow up pretty smack-dab in the center of middle class, but money was very tight after her dad passed. When her aunt moved in with her kids, they were able to return to the smack dab of middle class sort of position. (Also they live out west so that cost of living tho).

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing? Rosary likes to show more skin, but she’s also a 17 year old with tattoos, which is considered pretty illegal or is at least frowned upon by others. Also her mom has no idea that she has them, so she’s very careful about how much skin and what skin she shows, which feels stifling for her.

Ayo

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been? Her first time out with Rosary investigating her friend’s murder kind of tosses her unceremoniously into the underworld of demons and spirits and stuff and she definitely doesn’t sleep for a few nights after that. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been? She’s really chill when she’s spending time with her boyfriend, Al. He keeps her grounded.Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way? This is an interesting question. Ayo is pretty rough-and-tumble and plays catcher for her softball team, so she’s used to getting roughed up and bloody from time to time. However, she really HATES seeing other people’s blood. For example, Rosary uses blood magic, and Ayo has to look away whenever Rose cuts herself to use it.Does your character remember names or faces easier? Ayo has a great memory for both! It’s one of her predominant character traits. She can hear a full name once and remember it always. When she met her boyfriend in freshman year of high school, he introduced himself by his full name, and she was able to greet him by it when she met him again for the second time months later. Also, her facial memory is kind of nuts.

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not? Ayo kind of grew up in a pretty wealthy household, so she has that rich kid “doesn’t really understand the value of money” thing. She kind of just assumes she’ll be successful in life. In short, she doesn’t really have a preoccupation with it: it barely crosses her radar.

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success? Before Sharon’s passing, Ayo was never truly unhappy in a broad sense. Her dreams are usually about the sort of job she’ll have and the sort of house she’ll live in, so I suppose success is what she idealizes.

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child? Ayo’s favorite toy was her older sisters lol. She liked to bother them and get them to play make believe with her rather than play with dolls or action figures or other toys. She has a stuffed dog from when she was a child named Dottie that you would have to pry from her cold, dead hands.

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others? Ayo’s parents are both from cultures where elders and their advice are heavily respected, and this has passed on to Ayo. She views heavy ambition as a way for people to undo themselves. Ayo generally doesn’t value this quality as much.

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before? Ayo tends to overinvest in relationships at the beginning of them, which usually drives people away or makes them take advantage of her. She had a number of short-lived, unhappy relationships before she met Al because of this, but he was patient with her as they began to date. (note that they were friends for two years before they began to date).

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism? Ayo tends to compare on a level of “what is x person doing that I’m not?” She’s fairly confident in her body image and appearance, not caring if she has slobbish days. However, if she feels that a friend is doing more than her, she may begin to internalize that she’s somehow lesser for not being as involved or as busy. (A large flaw of hers is equating busy with productive or fruitful). It’s more self-critical than anything.

Caarda

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others? Caarda is a young teenager by her species’ standards. She tends to blame others before looking at herself, although the tragic events that happen to her in her story are generally just terrible luck rather than anything she can actively control.

What does your character like in other people? Caarda enjoys altruism (she hates sensing ulterior motives) and confidence. She likes people who hum or sing to themselves, too, especially if they think no one else is watching. Also, those who actively swear without a filter.

What does your character dislike in other people? Caarda doesn’t like people who are closed-off or hard to read. Her biggest pet peeve is also when people touch without asking, and will actively do her best to avoid these sorts of people if she can.

How quick is your character to trust someone else? Though flighty, Caarda tends to trust people pretty quickly if they speak nicely enough and smile genuinely.

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person? Caarda’s trust is quick to die if someone does something that speaks against her morals. For example, if someone were to actively lie in front of her (with her knowing the truth of the situation), then Caarda would begin to distrust that person. It doesn’t change if she’s close to someone, but it can cause her more angst/grief if she’s familiar with them.

How does your character behave around children? Caarda is a child lol. But with younger children she’s the “fun older kid” who teaches them shitty behaviors and fun games.

How does your character normally deal with confrontation? Caarda is very avoidant with confrontation. She’d rather someone else deal with it while she hides away. Again, she’s pretty flighty, but that’s sort of to be expected from a young kid.

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation? Caarda is very slow to resorting to physical violence. While she may horse around with friends or play-fight, she doesn’t want to actually fight and gets scared the minute things come to more than shoving and splashing. If necessary, she will do incapacitating blows and swim away as fast as possible.

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true? Caarda wants to visit every major ocean and sea on the planet and meet all other seafolk (current stand-in name for her species). I’m hoping she gets to!

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting? After being taken aboard a research vessel, Caarda finds needles and human men repulsive. She doesn’t mind women, like Ayelet or Lillian (two other female characters in this story), but MAN OH MAN. If a human man ever touches her again she may resort to violence.

Morgen

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable. Morgen is most comfortable when doing something he’s good at, especially if he looks good doing the thing he’s good at. For example, if Morgen got to play a really wicked violin/fiddle solo in a well-lit, gorgeous building, he’d feel really comfortable and happy to the point of being showoffish. He’s kind of a vain little creature.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable. Morgen would be extremely uncomfortable in a situation in which he has no prior knowledge of what to do but is expected to perform/do a task perfectly. If someone gave him a task with no direction and not enough time to do it, he’d be uncomfortable to the point of excessive defensiveness or even tears.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve? Morgen and criticism don’t mix well. He tends to get a bit defensive or deflects, asking if the critic could “do it better” or something like that. He can also get darkly self-deprecating, mockingly saying things like “Yeah I know, I fucking suck” etc etc. He’s pretty caustic when it comes to that, and he often has to be reminded that he doesn’t have to be perfect and criticism is okay.

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method? Morgen will strive toward perfection and the best-fit solution, so he will get really pissed off that it didn’t work but then invest quickly into finding a new solution or method to solving a problem. He’s the sort of person who would write like 80 drafts of something trying to find the “perfect” one.

How does your character behave around people they like? Oh god, this boy is so sappy and sweet, almost to the point of being overbearing. He likes to be physically affectionate and hug people or touch them, which can make some people uncomfortable. He’s also very chatty, because he likes to share what he’s thinking and feeling.

How does your character behave around people they dislike? Quiet. Cold. Distant. He will not look them in the eye, might use words they don’t understand (whether it’s a language or knowledge barrier), and will do anything to keep them from continuing to talk to him. He’s kind of childish in that regard.

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status? Why not all of the above? Boy’s super worried about he’s perceived both physically, mentally, and any other form. He’s worried about looking good in all facets.

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat? Morgen will eliminate a threat as efficiently as possible. He doesn’t scare easily in the face of danger and would rather make the threat pay for being a threat than anything else. This sometimes can lead to what might effectively be an execution.

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)? Dude gets bitten by cats constantly. He loves them but they do not love him back. It depresses him because HE WANTS THE CATS TO LOVE HIM OH MY GODDDDDD.

How does your character treat people in service jobs? A waiter could spill coffee on Morgen and he would apologize for sitting where the coffee fell instead of demanding an apology.

#novel concept #stariose #answered stuff

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