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merakiui · 4 years ago

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hii could we get an angsty scenario/hcs of xiao and scaramouche/any characters you prefer! who are basically head over heels for someone but that person keeps getting with the wrong people and constantly getting their heart broken? Preferably with a good/fluffy ending but it’s up to you!

cw: angst + heartbreak note - decided to go for scenarios! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

[Xiao]

One Call Away—

The sudden shout of his name had brought him out into the open, where he finds you sitting in a field of wildflowers, your head hung and quiet sobs racking your hunched form.

“You called?” The gruffness in his voice startles you and your head snaps up. He notices your pained expression and the tears that refuse to cease, and it gives birth to a strange feeling within his chest. “What happened? Surely I am not too late.” And then he shakes his head. “No, I’m never late.”

“Ah... I’m sorry.” You sniffle, pitifully rubbing at your eyes. “I guess your name slipped out. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just didn’t mean to call for you either.”

Xiao raises a brow and then surveys the surrounding area. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re in any mortal peril. In that case, I’ll leave you to—”

“No!”

Your sudden shout startles the both of you, with you drawing back and Xiao’s eyes widening ever so slightly. He wonders why you’re crying when beautiful scenery surrounds you. Are you truly that pathetic? Are mortals usually this weak-hearted? Xiao can’t wrap his head around the idea of grief; he’s an immortal who has seen plenty of hazardous scenarios worth grieving over. Yet with the passage of time he has learned to let such emotions drift away on a wind current. Emotions are useless to an adeptus.

But now he’s stuck with them.

“No?”

“D-Don’t go...” Your voice wobbles and you wipe at your reddened eyes. “I don’t want to bother you, but could you stay here with me? For a little while, at least. It’s all I’ll ask...”

He feels like he should decline your desperate plea before it spreads its perplexing roots throughout his system. The words are practically on the tip of his tongue and he struggles to verbalize them. If he could, he’d shake his head and vanish from your sight. There’s something about your expression that forces him to stay, and he truly detests the way his emotions run wild at the prospect of something he can’t quite comprehend.

“Fine.”

And so Xiao listens to you. It’s something he does best; his eyes and ears are open as he gives you his full, undivided attention. Half of him observes your reactions as you explain what happened and the other half zeros in on the way your subtle hand motions. While he might not be anywhere near a cupid—and he would never be caught giving out relationship advice to mortals, which is something he couldn’t do even if he tried—he is still a being of immense power. From what he’s able to understand from your explanation, your loved one decided to part from you because they believed it just wasn’t working. And you, having been struck with an immense sadness, failed to call out to them to clear up any misunderstandings.

Eventually, after internally wrestling with his own thoughts and feelings, he asks, “Do you want me to teach them a lesson? Should you need them to feel the same amount of despair you’re feeling—”

“Oh, no! No. No. They don’t deserve to be punished for that. I understand now that our feelings weren’t the same. We really weren’t working and that’s okay. It just...hurts.”

Xiao tilts his head, an innocently childish show of confusion. “Where?”

“It’s not a physical pain, Xiao. I mean, it could be. But...this is more emotional.” Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his wrist. He stares down at your hand and he almost pulls away. Before he can even consider what’s happening, you’re guiding his hand to where your heart is. “In here. It hurts now, but I’ll overcome it eventually. I’m used to it anyways...”

The straight-faced adeptus remains still as he feels the fast-paced beat of your heart. Mortals have always been weak in his eyes: feeble beings who break at the slightest inconvenience. Although you don’t seem close to shattering and that confuses him more than he’d like to admit. Perhaps you are one of the more resilient humans he’s come across in recent years. It’s strange when he feels your heartbeat, so very certain and alive with the sour feelings a heartbreak brings. He’s never understood that either. Heartbreaks and relationships. The differences between friendship and romance. Both can be seen through to the very end, if fostered healthily.

So then why are you so sad?

Truthfully, you’ve always seemed sad to Xiao. As an adeptus, he’s never been able to fully grasp the meaning behind human emotions. They’re insignificant in his eyes, mere flashes of feeling that can hurt and blind. They’re troublesome and useless—certainly not something he would ever want to experience. But those emotions can heal and bring cheer. They’re not all entirely bad, nor are they as evil as he seems to think they are.

Xiao realizes his hand has been on your chest for a while now and he’s been staring at you so much that you’ve begun to shrink away, partially embarrassed to have him analyze you with so much scrutiny.

“Is...something wrong?”

He shakes his head slowly at first before retracting his arm. And then he notices you’ve stopped crying. He’s not sure when this happened, but he’s oddly relieved to see your neutral expression. Somehow your crying face is painful and it wounds him in a way he never would have imagined.

“Thank you for listening to my rant. I know this is probably meaningless to you, since you’re an adeptus and all, but it really means a lot. So I’m glad I was able to get these things off my chest. I feel a lot lighter now.”

“You’re not sad?”

“Ah. Well...” Your gaze flickers, eyes darting to and fro while you struggle to look at him. “I’m still sad, but I’ll get over it! Don’t worry! I’m resilient!”

Xiao’s brow furrows in confusion. As he has thought plenty of times before, mortals are far too complex. Eventually he sighs and says, “It’s okay to cry. Don’t keep that inside, okay? You’ll just hurt yourself even more.” Now he’s avoiding your gaze and there’s a barely noticeable tinge of pink dusting his pale cheeks. He’s really not good at consoling humans.

“Oh, Xiao.” You pull him in for a hug and he stiffens, trying to squeeze out of your arms like a cat near water. But then he feels your fingers digging into his arm and he realizes that you might actually need this hug. Despite the fact that he’s not used to freely giving out hugs—or even cheering up mortals, for that matter—he is definitely out of his element. “Really, thank you. I promise to make you an Almond Tofu as thanks.”

“There’s no need for that.” Hesitantly, as if he’s worried he’ll break you, he wraps his arms around your form. “I’m just helping you because you called my name. That’s all.”

But that’s not the full truth. Hidden in those words is the real reason why he even bothered to stay despite the false alarm. And it worries Xiao when he thinks about the implications. He really does like you and this admiration has surpassed platonic love. As long as you’re okay, though, he’ll swallow his feelings in favor of making sure you’re always happy. It’s one of his duties as your friend.

Friend. A word Xiao never thought he’d ever use, but it feels nice. He likes it.

Yet The Distance Remains Harrowing.

[Scaramouche]

To Mend a Broken Heart—

You’re spilling your emotional guts in front of the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, tears freely running down your cheeks like two faulty water faucets. It’s a pathetic sight, really. Scaramouche witnessed this exact show just a few weeks ago when you were so certain that that fisher was the one. Now, after meeting and getting together with someone else for a short time, you’ve come out of yet another relationship, unhappy and unsatisfied.

He’s jealous. There’s no denying the envy he feels when you talk so highly of these people and then wail about them a few days later. It’s a vicious cycle of mending a fragile heart and then breaking it into pieces all over again. With no end in sight, you fall victim to your own demise in the pursuit of love. He wonders if you’ll ever learn to choose your next partner carefully rather than settling for anything with a pulse.

“This is exactly what I said would happen, was it not?” he says with a sigh. “Oh, woe is you. If you were smarter, this last relationship might have lasted longer.”

“That’s rich coming from you. I’ve never seen you in a relationship before,” you mutter, wiping angrily at your eyes. His eyelid twitches at the not-so-subtle jab. “Ugh!I hate being so unlucky! This is the worst.”

“Rather than your foul luck, I think the problem lies within you and your taste in partners.”

Sniffling, you lower your head onto the table, hoping to just melt into the crafted wood before you end up making even more of a fool out of yourself. It’s rare to be in the company of Scaramouche, considering how often he’s assigned missions that require swift travel and a covert profile. But whenever you do find yourself sitting across from him, indulging in light snacks and tea, it’s always because you’ve lost your latest lover; and your own sadness requires the nullifying effects of Scaramouche’s cynicism.

“They’re good people! I just don’t know why it never works out. We’re happy and we both like each other—it doesn’t make any sense. Am I missing something? Is it my fault? They probably got tired of me because I’m not a good person.“

“Perhaps.” He takes a moment to sip his tea and you muster a weak glare. Only Scaramouche can delight in his beverage while you’re holding back another onslaught of tears. “Your crocodile tears are hardly flattering and your apparent need for consistent affection might come off as clingy. And you have a tendency to find flaws within yourself whenever something doesn’t go your way. Adding onto that, you doubt yourself a lot and you’re always quick to take the blame for things that are out of your control. In a way you are partially—”

“I get it. I’m not a good person.”

“I never said anything of that sort. Now you’re just asking for pity.”

Oh, how close you are to punching that smirk off of his face.

“Then since you seem to know everything, my oh so helpful friend, why don’t you tell me what I’m missing?”

“With pleasure.” His cup finds the surface of the table as he ponders your demand for a moment. “You’re missing someone who meshes well with your personality.”

“That’s not true. Everyone I’ve been with so far—“ His skeptical look makes you stop short. “Okay. Maybe we forced it because we thought it was love. But that’s besides the point! There was still an attraction! I think...” You huff and bury your face in your arms, nearly almost sprawling on the table. You’re too depressed to even consider how impolite your actions look, and Scaramouche scoffs at your poor display of manners. “Where am I even going to find someone who ‘meshes well with my personality,’ hm?”

“I’m sure you’ve already found them.” He clears his throat, tracing a finger along a sanded knot in the wooden table. “You’re sitting across from him.”

Whether he intended for you to hear that whispered part, you can’t say for sure. But your head perks up and you fix him with a lopsided grin. “You’re kidding.”

“Hm?”

“Me and you, a couple?” A small giggle escapes your lips and you swipe the remaining tears out of your eyes. “Don’t joke about that. I’m trying to be sad here!”

It wasn’t a joke, he almost says and he catches himself, suddenly self-conscious.

“I don’t think we’d work out,” you continue, motioning between you and him. “We’d hardly see each other and you don’t seem like the type for romance. Besides, I’m not attracted to you in that way. You feel the same, right?”

Scaramouche stares into his cup before he meets your gaze, a tight smile gracing his expression. “Of course. Your inability to settle isn’t all that attractive.”

Your eyes roll and you finally pick up your own cup to take a large gulp of lukewarm tea. The bitter Harbinger observes your actions with narrowed eyes. There’s a distinct pain that taps at his hardened soul, splitting it apart as your words echo within his spinning head. I don’t think we’d work out. I’m not attracted to you in that way. Why is he suddenly feeling...upset? He’s not one for pitiful emotions; he’s a Harbinger, not a lovesick fool! He ought to glare at you and storm off, demanding the two of you never speak again. But he won’t say that because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Because he cares for you. Because he loves you.

You feel the same, right?

No, that’s not right. This is the love he’s been wallowing in since he first got acquainted with you. It’s strange when he remembers every event that has led up to the blossoming feelings that reside deep in the epicenter of his heart, but it’s even more strange that he can’t find the courage to voice his own opinion.

“We wouldn’t mix,” he reaffirms your statement with a cold tone. There is no warmth in his eyes. “After all, your taste in tea is as bad as your taste in partners.”

And even though he wishes you could see through his walls—just this once he’ll allow you to tear them down for the sake of a half-baked confession—you just sit there and grin, no longer teary-eyed and forlorn. How odd. His heart feels far heavier than it’s ever been before. And you’re already scanning your surroundings, hungry for a love that will never keep you sated. Perhaps you weren’t even sad in the first place.

Upon realizing this, Scaramouche wants nothing more than to disappear into the wood like a feeble worm and never come back out.

You Must Break Another.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenario #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #xiao scenario #xiao #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche scenario #scaramouche

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artzychic27 · 4 years ago

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@sweetmilkshaketale

Let’s see how one of our favorite couples reacts to the Artists

Before Marinette came along, Alya was friends with Lila

Yes, it was great. The girl had amazing stories lies to tell everyday and went on some cool adventures stayed at home despite her disabilities, but sometimes Alya just felt like a side character (Honey, you’re not)

Plus, the classes got a little boring in her opinion; she was looking for something new an exciting, not that Lila’s stories weren’t cool... But when is she going to introduce her to Majestia?

Then, Marinette Artist came along with her braids full of spiders and a scowl that had Ivan crying

Lili, the class representative tried introducing herself and went on about herself as usual. Marinette told her with the coldest voice ever to shut her mouth.

Lila wordlessly (for once) sat down in her seat and sobbed to Alya about how “horrible and rude” the new girl and her siblings were (even though the others didn’t do anything... yet)

Because of that, Alya doesn’t really like the Artists. No one hurts her bestie like that.

This goes on for a while. Alya creates Miraculous Media and Lila gives her a bunch of fake stories about the heroes, Volpina after incident at the park, Lila works as a model and is terrible at it, and she secretly works with Hawkmoth

Marinette: Lila Lila pants on fire...

When Alya goes to confront Marinette about how she’s been harassing Lila since she came here, she gives it to her straight

Marinette: She’s shrill, loud, rambles too much, I hate that Jacket, her hair makes me sick, she’s clearly a social climber leeching off all of you and my friends, she’s harassing your blonde friend, she tried to threaten me last week which ended horribly for her, and she’s a sloppy liar.

Alya: N... No, she’s not a liar!

Marinette: She said the bat hero’s name was Bat Girl when her name is Nocturna, and that Jaws and Lerna were dating.

Alya: She has problems with her memory. But she’s not a liar, and she’s really nice if you get to know her. She’s offered to introduce you and your friends to some macabre artists.

Marinette: How convenient. She knows what we like and immediately knows someone who works in that field. Happens a lot doesn’t it? *Alya’s speechless* Alya. As much as I enjoy discord, she’s just too much. I detest liars and if you do not do something about Rossi, I will.

Reluctantly, Alya looks up Lila’s lies and tells everyone in class

Lila’s now a pariah, but somehow still keeps her modeling job because Gabriel needs someone to spy on his son and cause Akumas

Later, Marc and Nathaniel give Adrien a lesson about consent that his own father never gave him

Nathaniel: Monochrome, may I kiss your freezing cold arm as I pray for death by hypothermia?

Marc: Be my guest. *Holds his arm out*

Nathaniel: *Kisses Marc’s arm*

Adrien: ... I think I get it now.

Thankful that she’s no longer friends with Lie-La, Alya now wants to be Marinette’s friend. She’s creepy, but kinda cool.

Alya: You and your friends wanna come to the mall with us?

Marinette: Oh, I haven’t gone to a good mauling in a while.

Alya knows she’s serious about the stuff she says, but doesn’t mind. Plus, she, Alix, Rose, and Juleka know how to keep the real creeps away with their not so empty threats

Nino then proposes that Nathaniel hangs out with him and the other guys since he’s also a member of the class now.

Nathaniel: We’re going to be hanging? Damn, I left my noose at home.

Nathaniel of course, brings Marc, because an hour without each other is enough for one eternity.

Guys nights will never be the same ever again. Turns out Alix isn’t the only one who likes breaking laws

Long story short, Nathaniel stole a police car and everyone nearly drowned in the Seine while Marc and Nathaniel made passionate love under water

The guys know they should be horrified and separate themselves from the insane couple immediately, but that was such a rush. They’re still shaking

Adrien later confesses that he’s in love with Marinette to Nathaniel. Alya overhears, gets excited, and goes to tell her new bestie

Adrien: So, what should I do? What does she like?

Nathaniel: Hunt a wild animal, kill it, give her its pelt. Juleka did the same with Rose a few weeks after they first met at a funeral, and the two have been inseparable.

Adrien of course doesn’t kill an animal. Instead, Marinette hides spiders and dead roses in his backpack. He’s strangely aroused, much to Lila’s anger.

Kim: That aside, you should totally take her out! *Cuts Nathaniel off* Not with a hatchet!

Even though their relationship is a little... Off, Nino, Ivan, and Kim go to Marc and Nathaniel for dating advice for him and their girlfriends since it seems to work for Adrien. Yesterday, Marinette took him to a funeral

They teach them how to tango

Even after being exposed, Lila still harasses Adrien. Nino, of course, hates that and blames Gabriel. He takes a page out of the Artist’s book and goes to war on his ass.

He joins the Artists in turning Adrien goth and gets a sick thrill when he hears that Gabriel fainted

Nino: Yes. The more you faint, the weaker I know you’re getting. Your time is coming Gabriel, and I shall dance as you rot in the dirt.

The Artists find his passion for wanting Gabriel to suffer very impressive

The girls join in, too and help out with starting the cyber goth trend

Lila gets exposed, Gabriel faints again, and Nino buys a coffin just for him

#miraculous ladybug #marc x nathaniel #rose x juleka #marinette dupain cheng #alix kudbel #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #alya césaire #nino lahiffe #lila rossi exposed #lila rossi bashing #the artist family #addams family au #mlb au #mlb crossover #adrinette #Nino vs Gabriel

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prose-for-hire · 4 years ago

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Hopelessly devoted

Pairing: Faith x vamp!reader

Request: I was wondering if I could request something for a sort of ,,reformed'' vampire(theyve had their soul for a while) falling for either Oz or Faith and trying real hard to get on their good side? similar to that of spike I think only they arent as much of a creep abt it aojsbdis thanks

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Mention of killing in reader’s past.

A/N: There... might need to be a second part 💖

Hope was a concept you had always detested. It wasn’t tangible and it made people cling to things that often should have been long forgotten. Hope was something you had tried to remove from everyone’s hearts. Something that you detested more than the lives you had taken.

You had been around for some decades now. A lot of it was very similar. Human nature, for instance. They mistrusted you and for good reason. They could sense it although they did not know what the feeling was. The hair on the back of their neck would stand on end. Their heartbeats would quicken.

In the old days, this would excite you. Make you laugh even. The fear had been intoxicating. Like a fine seasoning. But now, it didn’t interest you. It just made you feel embarrassed.

You fought for your soul. Almost half a century ago now. You had come to terms with it, for the most part. Although, it wasn’t something you could get over in a night.

One thing, that had made your life brighter since was a sudden growing affection that had creeped up on you. For a Slayer.

It had given you a feeling inside. A small ember of something you hadn’t experienced long enough to name in the recent past. Something you hadn’t believed would be possible for someone like you. After all the ways you had tried to snuff the light from everyone else.

It was Faith. You were hopelessly devoted to her. In every sense. You would lay down your un-life for her. Commit every waking moment of yours to her. It was an unending, eternal affection that consumed every inch of you.

You hadn’t known what to do with it to begin with. How to express it. It soon became clear you would need to find a confidant as you couldn’t even begin to express these feelings to her. However, when you had bumped into Spike who you had known from the old days, he wasn’t much help.

For one, he was crying over Drusilla and completely drunk. Wasted out of his mind. The only advice that hadn’t been a slurred mess was when he advised you to watch her every movement until she wore down and gave you the time of day. Which, you had told him firmly that you wouldn’t be doing.

However, tonight, it did appear that this was what you were doing. She was walking through the graveyard alone and her scent had caught your attention as you walked through the streets looking for something to fill your time. Her natural scent was like a sweet perfume. It called to you. Sung heady notes of affection.

You had followed her to the graveyard. You weren’t skulking from the shadows. You weren’t prowling behind gravestones. You were just casually walking up to her. About to announce your presence.

What you didn’t realise was that she had been listening to music. Buffy had always warned her not to take her earphones to patrol but she trusted her instincts. And plus, she was so very bored without it. She often patrolled alone whereas Buffy got all her friends around her.

So, you were about to tap her on her shoulder and say hello when she swung around, taking you by the throat and slamming you against the closest mausoleum. You had squeaked in surprise and then subsequently coughed to try and cover it up as she did.

From nowhere she whipped a stake out and held it to your chest. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly but no more sound came out. You just stood there, almost in awe of her as her hand clasped tight around your throat.

A thought came to mind, that you would at least be happy that she would be the last thing you saw before being damned to an eternal hell dimension.

“You wanna move that heart away from my stake?” She asked, when she finally registered that it was you.

“Sorry, I-I was just-” You stuttered as she moved away from the hold she had on you. You felt yourself move with her, trying to feel her touch for as long as possible.

“Following me? Actin’ on this massive jones you got for me?” She teased. She was joking but it wasn’t a joke to you. You looked away as she stepped back allowing you space. Your eyes had bulged in horror as you looked down, averting your gaze.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to help”

“Yeah, well, don’t need my own stalker” She warned and you looked so beyond embarrassed it almost hurt her. She wanted to take her words back but she knew you would notice if she did.

“No! N-no not stalking, just making sure that you were, um, okay. I sensed you and-”

“I’m kiddin’, man, don’t freak” She punched your arm in a friendly way and both of you looked at each other slightly awkwardly. You frowned for a moment before you began to smile. She enjoyed the way it made your features brighten and it instantly made her feel better for having spoken the way she had.

“Sorry, I’m not really used to modern humour, I kind of shut myself away after I got my soul… I’m getting used to it though, it was… funny!” You blurted all of this out really quickly before adding the part at the end, trying to make her feel better. Her brow was furrowing again.

She found this admittance endearing almost. She watched your lips as you spoke. She wanted to kiss you. Usually she would make a move. She could give a person a look and end up taking them home. But this meant so much more. With you. She found herself getting a little nervous around you, wanting to make a move but feeling as if she would be rejected. Laughed at, although you had never been like that.

She couldn’t express her feelings. Instead she made jokes about you liking her, trying to gauge your reaction. Which, of course was neutral. Your mental health was still fragile ever since your soul had returned and you couldn’t risk the emotional reaction you may get if she tore your heart from your chest and crushed it with her bare hands.

“I can go though, if it would make you more comfortable-” You insisted, all you wanted was for her to feel comfortable around you.

“No!” She shouted, cringing at the note of desperation she heard in her own voice, “Uh, no, it’s nice to see you y’know? B’s always there when we’re talkin’ now”

You nodded, having noticed this too. When you and Faith would talk when you were able to meet the others in the library, Buffy and the others would always have something for one of you to do on the opposite side of the room. Or just plant themselves into your conversation.

It embarrassed you, that these people could tell that you liked her so much. That they were trying to save Faith from you. Your cursed love for her. Your heart was hers but you understood that just because it was reserved that way, it didn’t mean she would want to choose it from the pile.

This, actually, wasn’t entirely true. That Buffy was ‘saving’ Faith from you. And in some sense, Buffy was trying to save you from Faith too. She knew exactly what it was like to fall and be in a relationship with a vampire. The slayer and vampire love was one she wouldn’t wish on her own enemy. Not even Faith.

You were both good people, Buffy was sure of it, and so she was trying to prevent the inevitable heartbreak that she could sense building between you.

The blonde slayer had been surprisingly accepting of you on the whole, even in your more demonic years you had been more about survival than torture. Plus, you hadn’t been cursed your soul had been sought out - so you weren’t seen as that much of a threat.

This kept happening after a while. The two of you crossing paths on patrol. Until you began to plan where to meet in the evenings rather than hoping to bump into the other. You would meet and patrol together. Both of you enjoying these moments, Faith needed the company. She had felt very lonely until you had begun to power through your worries and try to befriend her the way you had always wanted to.

She enjoyed that it was you though. Your company she was keeping. She would run your interactions through her mind as she sat in her motel room. Just as you would from your crypt.

When you first got to know each other, you had begun talking and found commonalities. Reasons to become fond of the other. You noticed how she didn’t flinch away from you when she first learned about your past the way many others had.

You had been getting on so well that one evening as you were paying for your blood at the butchers, it dawned on you. You hadn’t been doing anything particularly meaningful. Just staring at the jars of blood, salivating guiltily. Until you thought it.

I love Faith.

Such a simple thought, but with such a rush of feelings behind them. It began to descend on you at once after this. A waterfall that you were sure would never stop flowing. You adored her. The way she moved, the way she acted. The softer side you had caught from her on occasion. When you had made her feel comfortable enough to let it slip even for a second.

It was another evening, after you had agreed to meet near the gargoyle that looked a little bit like the Mayor. You walked beside the other, where you would both wish for a demon to occupy your time if you were alone, you began to hope that nobody would interrupt your time together.

You would laugh and swap stories. It was everything. You stole glances at the other when you thought they weren’t looking. Your hands became so close when you were walking that you wanted to reach between the space and entwine your fingers with hers.

Faith had some trouble with getting the hang of this fighting technique that Wesley and Giles had insisted every Slayer should know. Buffy could do it with her eyes closed, of course and Faith was feeling like the understudy again. She wanted to hone her skills like Buffy did but without the ancient old guy staring at her while she did.

As you walked through the exit of the cemetery, you steeled yourself and decided to be brave.

“I could help, if you like…” You offered with a smile. You were experienced at fighting after all.

“Yeah?”

“Sure, as long as it’s not on a sunny afternoon” You joked which made her laugh.

“Hey, you’re gettin’ it” She nodded in approval of your improved humour since you and her had been spending more time together. You grinned gleefully at the compliment and she walked ahead of you, hiding her own smile at the way your face brightened at her words. She loved seeing you smile. Even more so when she was the reason you were smiling.

She stepped into the road and turned to you, wanting to get another look. So she could picture it later, when she was cold and only had the broken tv for company. You were looking at each other and just smiling.

Your smile suddenly dropped. You panicked, sensing the danger before she did. In the past, it would have been a good feeling, the lick of terror. It snapped through the air like a whip. Struck your senses in a way that would elicit a human’s hair standing on end. Goosebumps rising.

Accidental death meant tragedy. Blood. It meant adrenaline. Easy prey. You had enjoyed the taste. You hated that you had enjoyed the taste.

But the feeling was still identifiable. The warning signals still there but it now only meant dread.

Especially when it came to her. You ran at Faith, just hoping you would get to her in time.

“Faith! Watch out!” You screamed.

You tackled her, moving her out of the way of the oncoming traffic. Her slayer senses hadn’t been quick enough for the van that was heading her way. She had been so distracted by the way your features were lit up by the moonlight.

All of the time you had been spending with each other, hidden away from the others. Not telling them that you were together so often. She held onto this, needing this. Needing you. You were sweet, which she hadn’t ever thought she could call a vampire. Even less she wouldn’t think she would have fallen for such a seemingly sweet person.

You couldn’t lose each other, not now you were just finding each other.

You landed, tumbling together onto the other side of the road. Just in time. You landed above her, almost pressed flat against her. You couldn’t help just staring. Holding yourself up slightly so you could see her face.

She was trying to catch up with what had happened, her breathing heavy. That had gone so fast, she could have been really hurt. But you had saved her. Protected her.

She had always prided herself on the way she was so independent. On how she could look out for herself. But the truth was, she wanted you to be there. She wanted to be allowed to fall into your arms, just as she would hold you in hers.

You looked at each other and time stopped. Your eyes flickered from hers to her lips, if she blinked she could have missed it. Her eyes were scanning your face. She loved the way you looked at her as if the entire world revolved around her. You were so close you could feel her breath on your face. All you wanted to do was lean in and kiss her. Catch your lips with hers. She shifted slightly and you thought she might move in, but when she didn’t the feeling of desperate yearning turned into concern.

Concern that she may reject you. That you would no longer get these stolen moments. These patrols where all that made your soul feel relaxed. Comfortable. As if your soul could only feel safe when hers was near. She meant too much. You pulled away, moving your gaze from her.

You got to your feet and heard her exhale. You couldn’t tell if it was from relief or because of the same tension you felt. You weren’t sure you would ever know. You had tried so hard to get onto her good side. To show her you wanted to be friendly. But, this was so much more. It meant too much.

You offered your hand, helping her up and she took it. As she got to her feet, your hands clutching hers. The touch lingered. Until she pulled away. You didn’t realise but she had been about to lean in. Press her lips to yours, the way she had been imagining so often recently. But you had moved away too quickly.

You both looked at each other for a moment in silence before Faith nodded her thanks. You didn’t speak, as if it would be too much after what had happened. Both of you had known that meant something. That this was new. You dared to hope that the other felt the same, but both were too nervous to say. Because rejection, the thought of losing the other. The company. The understanding. Was too great.

You wanted to be hers. Wanted to tell her what she meant to you. You wanted happiness… love. But not at the expense of her feelings should she not reciprocate. So you parted ways, as you always did just before sunrise. You went your way, she went hers.

Your souls, they lingered together like your touch had, not wanting to leave their fate. Maybe one day, they might be allowed to stay together. Once you both worked on prising open your hearts. Allowing the other in.

All you had left now was hope.

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live-laugh-lenney · 4 years ago

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The One Where YN Meets Will.

Hello, hi!

I’m Emily, I’ve had this blog for a few months now and I’m not sure what I want to do with it, apart from reblog gifs of Will and catch up on all things Youtube and the Eboys and the Sidemen and all that. Thought about giving writing a go, since I’ve done some before on another blog for another fandom, and this came from my brain as an attempt at writing for WillNE.

I am willing to take requests or write anything that anyone wants me to write about, if anyone would like one written for a specific idea.

Hope you like it. x

A consistent buzz came beside her.

Rumbling on top of her bedside table, her phone laid overturned and ringing with an incoming call from someone, charging on the thick Stephen King book that she was halfway through reading, ripples rolling over the surface of the water in the tall glass placed next to it, that she took to bed with her the previous night. She glanced at the salt lamp, small and jagged-looking and emitting a dull orange glow behind the sunlight that streamed through her windows, and gave herself a tut for leaving it on overnight; she couldn’t remember leaving it on although she couldn’t help but give a mental clap at how truthful the benefits of having a Himilayan salt lamp had been.

‘MUM’

The three letter word flashed at her in bold text, above a candid photo that someone had taken of her and her mum in a heart-to-heart chat in the middle of a family barbecue that had taken a turn once her father had found the alcohol stash in the garage and turned a casual family get-together into a night where everyone stumbled over the front doorstep on their way out. A heart-to-heart conversation that had them both smiling brightly at one another.

“Mum, hi.”

“Hi, darling.” Her voice sounded so soft, so sweet, inviting and warm and YN missed her more than anything; if she had anything to say about moving miles away, she would always give the advice of making sure distance was something you could handle. “You sound tired, did I wake you? I thought you’d be on your way to work by now.”

YN looked at the red numbers on the screen of her alarm clock, reading 7:45, and she had a tiny freak-out for a brief moment before she came to the realisation that it was her day off and she wasn’t due into work until after the weekend had finished.

“You did, yeah. I’m not due at work today though. They gave me the day off since my boss’ schedule is just meetings out of town today. He’s up North for conferences and such and it was late notice for me so he didn’t mind me not accompanying him. I wouldn’t have been able to do much anyway,” YN clarified and she used her free hand to push herself up from the mattress. Her hair was knotted and pillow-messed, sticking up in all directions and falling loose from the ponytail she’d thrown it up in before she fell asleep. Her t-shirt twisted around her middle which she adjusted with her fingers, bringing her knees to her chest and staring out the window as the sun continued its rise in the horizon. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t fuss about me,” she heard her mother tut from down the line. But YN couldn’t help but fuss over the two of them; if she lived closer to them, she wouldn’t worry so much because they’d be just a short distance away if they needed her help. But she didn’t live close and she hadn’t done for almost two years; she lived almost 300 miles northeast of where she used to live with her parents and it wouldn’t take her more than twenty minutes to tend to their needs. “We’re both fine, stop worrying yourself, darling. Your dad’s been back doing his gardening so he’s out there already. Watering his flowers, spraying fertiliser, cleaning all the fox poo up. He’s been growing some veggies in the plot next to the greenhouse so you can take some back when you next come to visit.”

YN smiled to herself, bringing her shoulders to her jawline before dropping them and relaxing against her headboard. The back of her head resting against the plush velvet, coloured a clean white, and her toes curled into the sheet beneath her, her fist clutching the duvet as she brought it tighter to her body.

“You can always send me some in a box? Or you could come and visit and drop them off yourself? You know I’ve got the spare room in the new place if you want to come up for a weekend. It’s vacant, just full of my empty moving boxes and bags that I haven’t gotten rid of yet,” YN said, a yawn creeping up her throat that she hid with the palm of her hand, “I need dad’s handyman work to come and help put some shelves up. You’ve not seen it yet.”

“Your dad said it’s a lovely flat. Lovely view. Lovely building. But, you know what he’s like when it comes to describing things. Everything’s lovely,” her mother snorted and YN laughed softly; her father had always been vague and she’s pretty sure that she’d never heard him use any other word to describe something other than ‘lovely’. “We’ve been talking about paying you a visit.”

“Please do. It’s a little lonely here by myself. I’m yet to meet new friends or have a chat with the neighbours. Everyone’s either back in Cornwall or back in Hackney and both are a hefty distance away.”

YN had never considered herself as an introvert so to call herself lonely felt strange.

She was always the friend who asked for the bill, she was the friend who made the complaint in a restaurant when a plate of food came back wrong, she was the friend who made advances on blokes in pubs and clubs because her friends were too shy to go and introduce themselves and she was the friend who always carried the responsibility of making polite conversation with people in pubs when they needed a table to perch themselves at. She was that friend. So making friends with strangers and starting conversations with her co-workers and approaching others who she found had kind features was never something she struggled with.

Moving to a new place and having to make new relationships and form new bonds, regardless of how far it was from the bonds and relationships you already had, she found it daunting to start fresh.

“What are you doing today?”

“I’m not sure. The weather is really nice and it looks warm out so I might go and explore Canary Wharf and see what’s around. I need to do some shopping, food and furniture, so I might do some of that,” YN rolled onto her side and let her cheek rest against the cold side of her mattress, the backs of her thighs exposed to the cool air of her bedroom as her t-shirt rose up her body; and she made a mental note to buy herself so proper pyjamas because knickers and an oversized t-shirt could cause more problems than expected. “We’ve got a lovely grass area outside the block of flats so I might sit out there, soak up the sunshine, read a book and eat some lunch. I don’t know. Might see how the day goes, I have a good feeling about it.”

“Go exploring. You can find some places to show us when we come to visit,” and YN smiled.

“I’ll do that. You’ll love it mum. This place is amazing. I feel so lucky to have been given something as beautiful as this. I had a crack den for my first flat so this feels like a dream,” she stared at her ceiling. There was no yellow tint from how the previous tenants smoked inside and there were no unusually coloured stains on the ceiling’s coving that caught the eye because of how a stain of that colour shouldn’t have been there, leaving the mystery of just how it got there… and YN didn’t need that kind of stress over something like that. “It doesn’t smell like pee, there’s no syringes outside and there’s no sign of vomit or shit stains on the floor because it’s all laminate.”

“You deserve it, darling. You really do.”

“It’s clean, mum. It came clean, it smells clean, it looks clean. Everything looks brand new and,” YN pauses for a moment, rolling onto her stomach and she sighs with content, “I love it.”

After hanging up, she contemplated getting up and getting dressed for the day.

It felt rather tempting to stay in her comfortable loungewear and enjoy the silence, the time to herself and the time off she had been after for so long, taking advantage of Deliveroo and ordering food for breakfast, lunch and dinner rather than cooking something homemade and having the leftovers the next day (or for when she woke up in the early hours with a hankering for something to nibble on, because she could, because she didn’t have an authority figure to tell her no).

By the time her phone call ended with her mother, it was a little over forty-five minutes later and her alarm clock showed a time that she didn’t want to see on her day off; 8:35am. She expected another hour or two added on to her usual sleep schedule, to make a difference to the usual 6am alarm call that had her detesting her job just a tiny bit, but it wasn’t frowned upon because she’d take any given opportunity to speak to her mother. The one person she called her best friend because she really was the only person, apart from her father, that she’d drop anything and everything important for. Her sleep didn’t matter when she got to her the voice of someone she missed so dearly.

Porridge and fruit, a colourful array of strawberries and blueberries and bananas and cranberries in her bowl, and a warm cup of tea had been her breakfast as she caught up with the lifestyle Youtube channel she had been in the loop with. A Youtube channel that she had been a big fan of from the moment she moved to London, one who she turned to in times of need, one that she stumbled across when googling aesthetically pleasing ways to decorate a flat because she really needed to do something about how her Hackney flat had looked before a lick of paint and a hanging plant, one that she continued to view and like and followed tips from, even when it came to her new flat.

“Don’t be afraid to like monochrome and definitely don’t be afraid to follow a colour scheme that might seem ‘out there’ and in your face. If you like lime green then go paint a portion of your wall that colour. If you like the brightest shade of pink then go mad and add some colour to your life. You can never feel more organised than when your surroundings follow a consistent pattern that brings immense amounts of joy when you enter.”

The young girl on her screen, with space-buns either side of her head and an outfit that definitely came from a trendy thrift store clothes rail, sat before a wall of a delicious shade of peach that YN thought looked lovely; not for herself, because she’d stuck with the whites and the greys and the blacks that her flat already consisted of, but perfect for the young twenty-something year old.

“There are loads of websites where you can buy hanging plants, or artificial hanging baskets, and hanging canvas prints and wall art. I’m always looking for new things to buy so I’ll link some of my favourite online stores for you to check out; hit my Instagram mentions up with photos of things you’ve brought, too. That’s what I love to see.”

YN’s spoon clinked against the ceramic bowl in front of her as she pushed it away from her, reaching for her television remote and turning off her Youtube app, her television turning off completely and leaving a black screen behind. The flat falling silent. She looked around her, drumming her fingers against the tabletop, eyes squinting as the sunlight streamed through the wall-to-ceiling windows and made everything feel bright..

As much as she warmed to the idea of staying inside and ordering furniture and decor for her home, scrolling through online stores to buy something she thought she needed but really didn’t need, she had a good feeling about the upcoming day.

“Listen, love, I’m not sure if you could tell but I’m not exactly a people person. I don’t know you, don’t want to know you, have no plans to get to know you. You might live in the building but that doesn’t mean we need to be friendly.”

He spoke with such vigour in his voice that YN could only keep quiet so as to not entice a negative reaction out of him in such a confined space because confrontation was something she was never comfortable with. Sure, she’d endured confrontation before but that was from people she had been acquainted with, the ones she was friends with, people she saw on a daily basis and from people she worked with, from those who were supposed to confront her when something was wrong or hadn’t been down in a way it was supposed to be done; her boss, mainly. This man was a complete stranger, someone she didn’t know,someone she’d never seen before so instant regret filled her veins. She thought he looked friendly enough to start a quick conversation, to make the lift ride seem a little less boring, filling the empty space with general chit-chat.

Cowering away from him and almost closing in on herself, even though his attention stayed focused on the screen of his phone as he scrolled through a social media app, she thought he’d finished with her and she hadn’t expected him to perk up anymore.

“Not everyone likes to chat to strangers.”

“Well, I like chatting to strangers so don’t mind him,” a quirky Geordie accent perked up from behind her, her posture adjusting at the sudden appearance of someone behind her; she’s sure she didn’t see anyone else in the lift, apart from the towering bloke beside her, when she stepped into the lift but, then again, he was tucked away in the corner with a cap on his head and she had been looking at the floor as she entered because a mark on her white shoe had caught her attention. “Come chat to me, if you want. Promise I won’t bite your head off like matey-boy there.”

Her trainers squeaked on the floor as she spun around, eyes raking up and down his figure so she could get a good look at who the voice belonged to, almost staking him out in a way. He was a handsome chap, with brown hair sticking out from beneath a black cap upon his head that he’d pulled quite far down his forehead, a cheeky grin on his face that made the mood in the lift much brighter. There was a graphic print printed on the front of the black hoodie he had decided to throw on, the commonly-known Adidas stripes lining the length of his joggers, trainers on his feet with the laces loose and almost untying by themselves (clumsy, she assumed he was, because there’s no way he wouldn’t trip over them as soon as they loosened completely).

“I’m Will. Will Lenney.”

“I’m YN.”

“Do I get your surname? S’only fair since I told you mine.”

She laughed softly and replied with her surname, a look of appreciation on his features as he held his hand out for her to take, which she gladly shook with her own. Skin so soft, fingers so delicate, with a hold so strong that she couldn’t find herself letting go. She didn’t want to let go. This was the first contact she’d had with someone new, in a month of being new to the area, and it just so happened to be with someone she found rather attractive to the eye.

The bloke from before, who had tore down her attempts at being the friendly neighbour who he would, no doubt, see quite often, couldn’t help but let out the strongest sigh of annoyance. A sound that brought them back to reality, hands falling from their hold, dropping back down to their sides with a faint rosy-look on their cheeks that didn’t come from how warm it was. A sound that made the both of them turn their noses up, that made them their eyebrows scrunch on their browlines and made them want to really throw words at him until he gained some manners. Yet they ignored him because he wasn’t worth the time.

“You’re new here, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” he started, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder that had slipped with the movement of his arm falling down to his side. His fingertips and right down to the middle of his palm still felt heavy with the thought of her hand still in his. “I’d remember such a beautiful face.”

The heat already on her cheeks reached boiling and she knew her flushed look caught his attention. His smile turning into a grin which had her looking at her feet, shyly. A handsome lad with a sense of immense charm about him; she liked him and it wasn’t typical of her to form an attraction at such an early stage.

“Yeah, I moved in about a month ago. Floor 10, right at the end of the corridor. A proper upgrade from where I used to be located but thanks to my work, they moved me from my previous office block to my current office block in Canary Wharf and said they’d move me closer if necessary,” she thought she was rambling and she expected a look of faint annoyance on his features that would silently tell her to shut up. She picked at the loose string hanging from the hem of her t-shirt and twirled it around her finger, looking up from her feet and seeing a look of intense concentration on his face, enticing her to carry on. “The move was necessary. Completely necessary. It wasn’t a nice place where I was before, it was the first thing I saw on the website and I was desperate for somewhere to live. If I stayed there, I would be half an hour away otherwise.”

Canary Wharf.

It was a complete upgrade from the streets of Hackney and the dingy flat she had become so accustomed to for a little less than a year; the smell of weed and tobacco would fill the corridors and hit her in the face when she left her front door, the lights were always dim and flickered and the lifts were rickety and untrustworthy, discarded bikes and scooters and old prams and baby-carriers littered the space between one end of the hallway to the other, suspicious figures dressed in black hoodies and grey joggers always greeted her with stone-cold faces and squared-up jaws. An attempt, she guessed, to look like they were the typical hardnuts of the complex and that they weren’t to be messed with, even if it was just a polite ‘excuse me’ to pass them by and to be out of their hair within a moment.

It wasn’t all bad, regardless. Her neighbours were sweethearts, they always said hello and invited her in for cups of tea and a slice of cake after she finished work, most people were kind and warm and had their own back stories as to why they chose such a place to live - she could only imagine that the building was a nice place to live, with residents who took care of themselves and the place they lived in, before London gangs took over and were on the high of increasing and before drug dealers became more frequent on the streets - and her life, thank god, was never bothered. No one intervened, no one found her life to be their business to spread and life felt normal; she had a home, somewhere to live, somewhere to sleep and eat and shower and feel warm and cosy in a bed. Even if it wasn’t as nice as she had wanted it to be, she had somewhere.

Her new flat was almost dream-like if you compared it to what she lived in before. It made her Hackney flat look like a pit; a drug-den, if you will. She could wake up to pure sunshine filtering through double-glazed windows and there was no chance that she would be rudely woken up in the middle of the night from the ghoulish moans of the wind getting trapped between cracked window panes or the drunken yells of people stumbling down the hallways back to their homes. She could walk to her new place of work rather than hop on public transport and she could take the time to explore a side of London she never had the chance to see. Her floor was laminated wood, heated when the nights were cold, and there were no stains of garishly and disgusting colours of god-knows-what from previous tenants who had lived there. The view was beautiful, she could see right to the end of the horizon, and the scenes she was greeted with on her arrival home were almost picturesque… except pictures could never do it justice.

She’d been there for a month.

A whole four weeks.

And she could already feel improvements in her lifestyle that weren’t so bold before. She woke up happier and didn’t feel the need to stay in bed for a lie-in, she felt happier during the day and had a bob in her step that brought light to her office block, she felt safe when she walked out the reception and into the open space by the entrance and didn’t feel like she would be jumped by hiding predators if she arrived home late at night. She was friendly with her neighbours, always popped round to give them any post that had been posted through her mailbox by accident or if deliveries were left with them when she’d been at work and always started a conversation with them when they stood waiting for the lift to arrive on their floor.

“Oh, nice. What is it-”

The ding of the lift stopped Will mid-sentence, silenced them and halted their conversation as the doors opened to reveal the reception floor, empty and desolate from people. It was mid-morning, almost lunchtime, so YN had assumed most were working or out in the streets of London to enjoy the sunshine; the latter being what she had planned to do.

The man from the lift, who had tucked himself in the corner and stuck earphones in to block out their conversation, made sure he was the first one out and disappeared before YN could give him a sarcastic goodbye, not that he would have heard her anyway so she settled with a wave, a really exaggerated and over-the-top wiggle of her fingers, and hoped he saw it in the reflection of the window as he left and disappeared into the mass of people walking by their block of apartments.

“You’re a right character, you,” Will admitted, nudging her with his elbow and smirking at her, “what is it you do, job-wise? That’s what I wanted to ask.”

“I’m a PA for a CEO at an advertising company. A personal assistant who runs and gets coffee for everyone, gets lunch during her lunch-break, who organises meetings and creates schedules and gets the big boss what he wants when he wants it,” she clarified, “it’s not exactly the best job and I wish I was doing something I wanted to do but it pays well. For now, it’s enough to get me by and keep this place.”

They started walking toward the automatic doors of the entrance, feeling the cool air of the shade on their exposed skin that definitely disappeared as soon as the sunshine hit them, coming to a stop just by a brick wall. Young children were running around with their parents walking behind, cyclists were dinging bells to pass through large groups and groups of university students were huddled on the grass, eating lunches they’d brought from restaurants on their way, backpacks discarded and being used as pillows as they laughed and joked. Tourists were taking photos and posing to show off where they’d been and what they got up to when it came to showing their friends back home and businessmen and businesswomen were almost speed-walking to get back to their offices in time with a styrofoam takeaway lunch in their hands.

“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I? Just tell me to piss off if I am.”

“No, no. Don’t be silly. I’m only popping round the corner to see my mate. He won’t mind if I’m late,” he said, perching down on the brick wall and patting the space beside him. The legs of his ankles rose up to show the white ankle socks he’d paired with his trainers., “What is it you want to do as a job? Just, the way you talk about your job now makes it sound like you don’t like it.”

“I do like it there. But I don’t want to be a personal assistant, running round London to get coffee and sandwiches, for the rest of my life. I’ve always dabbled in blogging, taking photos, talking about nonsense and stuff. Posting videos and vlogging, too. I’ve tried it out as something fun, documenting holidays and stuff, and I’d love to do something with that and take it further but... I don’t know,” she sat down beside him, sliding her bag off of her shoulder and setting it on her lap, arm looped underneath the handles to keep it from spilling the contents inside, “I don’t want to be a social influencer but someone who does what she wants to do and gets by by just being herself. No companies to promote her or anything. Nothing to boost her. All her,” she stared off into the distance, tapping the heel of her foot against the concrete. Will nodded. “What do you do?”

“I, uh,” he scoffed out a laugh and rubbed the nape of his neck. His hat fell from his head and he decided to swap the shade of the cap to the sunglasses he had hanging from the neck of his hoodie, “funnily enough, I post videos on Youtube. I’m a Youtuber.”

Her head whipped round and she gawked at him. Eyes wide, mouth agape and her hand found his forearm, squeezing it tightly with excitement.

“You’re not?”

“I am, yeah. I was in university, didn’t like what I was studying, and I was told that if I really felt strongly about this Youtube malarky then I should pursue it to its possible potential and see where I end up. My mum’s words, not mine,” he snorted. He felt her hand loosen around his forearm and he watched her face become rigid as she came to the realisation of what she’d done. He dismissed it because he didn’t want to embarrass her but, really, he didn’t mind and he found it endearing. “I’m not that big or popular or anything but I’ve got a couple million subscribe-”

“Not that big,” she mocked and rolled her eyes, “a couple million subscribers is huge. I’ll have to search you up. What’s your channel name?”

“WillNE. Like, Will then an N then an E. Like a-”

“Like a play on words with your surname,” she grinned as she proudly finished his sentence for him and he nodded, rather pleased with himself; and she had to give it to him, it was something special, unique and rather creative than some of the stand-out names she could think of from the platform. Some were really out there and had no relevance to who they were nor what they spoke about, some were vague and some were almost as bonkers as the people who came up with them. “That’s really cool. This is really cool. A famous Youtuber lives in my flat complex... I’m talking to a famous Youtuber right now... heck, I’ve managed to keep my cool around someone famous and I’m amazed I haven’t embarrassed myself. Wait till I tell my friends about this. They won’t believe me.”

“They’re not fangirls or anything, are they?”

“No, ha. If anyone’s the fangirl out of my friends then it’s me. I’ll find myself watching Youtube when I’ve got nothing else to do,” she admitted, “cooking dinner? I’ll stick someone on to watch. Can’t sleep? I’ll just binge watch someone until I’m tired. Day off and there’s nothing to do? I’ll find a channel and just let it go from there.”

“Maybe I’ll pop up on there one day. I’ll help cure your boredom,” Will grinned, “then you can say ‘hey, that’s one of my mates there on my telly, that is’.”

A comfortable silence swallowed the both of them as they sat and let the seconds tick by. The tweets of the birds came from above, distant chatter came from the students lounging on the grass behind, scuffs of soles signified people were walking and jogging nearby and despite the feeling of time coming to end between the two of them, neither of them wanted to leave the other, neither wanted to bring the conversation to an end and neither of them wanted to part ways.

“So, we’re mates, huh?”

“Yeah, I reckon so,” Will smiled. Eyes locking with hers for a brief second, long enough to catch the twinkle in her eye and the genuine smile that lifted up her lips, “you’re a good’un. I like you. I think we’ll get along really bloody well, me and you.”

(WILL’S TEXTS. YN’S TEXTS.)

Filming a video tomorrow. Fancy coming by?

Won’t I get in the way?

Bollocks will you. Come along. Please. You can see firsthand how to make a Youtube video since you said you’ve always thought about it.

Where?

Only at my place. A TWOTI.

This Week On The Internet… nice one. I’ll be there.

You’ve done your research on me!

Spent all day googling you. As soon as you walked away, I started my research and I cut my day short so I could come home and watch your videos. Just call me a superfan now.

Superfan, ha.

I’ll have to test you. Could get you in a video to see if you’re my biggest fan.

Try me. I’ll get full marks. Your subscribers will look like phonies compared to me, hahaha.

You might have to sit off camera, out of shot, tomorrow. If I don’t finish everything by the time you get here, that is. No distractions. No pulling faces behind the camera.

I’ll be on my best behaviour. I’ll fangirl at the door, drop my Twitter handle into conversation, ask for a signature and a photo and then I’ll be fine.

I’m not going to regret this, am I?

You won’t hear a peep out of me. Promise.

Come by after lunch then. We can get some takeaway for lunch or something, if you don’t eat before, and I’ll have some bits filmed by the time you get here so you won’t have to sit in silence for too long.

Make it 1pm and it’s a deal.

Why 1pm?

It’s Saturday tomorrow. I don’t get up before noon on the weekends. Not even for you, mister big-shot Youtuber. ;)

And here I was, thinking you would throw your routine away for your new best mate.

Nice try.. see you tomorrow, William.

Ohh, serious. Full name and all. I see how it is, YN.

Goodnight, you muppet.

See you tomorrow. x

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theworldbrewery · 5 years ago

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(un)friendly rivalries!! a guide to characters your players hate worse than villains but for super petty reasons

is your party missing a key part of the NPC ecosystem? do you need a way to remind PCs that they aren’t the only ones who are hot shit? looking for someone who isn’t exactly a Big Bad but sure isn’t an ally?

Look No Further.

you see, sometimes you need NPCs that aren’t going to give the party everything they want because of a high Persuasion roll, the NPCs who aren’t going around committing mass murder (at least, not any more than your party, anyway) but still aren’t sympathetic, or the NPCs who have goals that directly interfere with those of the party and they might just be more competent.

These NPCs come in (at least) four flavors:

Nemesis

Competitor

Rival Party

Something about them just pisses you off

The nemesis is someone that at least one party member has a reason to just loathe, but hasn’t done enough to make the party consider them a threat worth killing. Take as an example the paladin Viv from my campaign. She was a target for assassination by our party cleric--but the rest of the party, unaware of his secret task, immediately got attached to her. She quickly turned from a low-level enemy to a god-tier annoyance. Because no one else wanted to kill her, the cleric was left fuming impotently as she pranced around doing whatever she wanted. To this day, the mere mention of her gets a reaction of (comedic) frustration.

To use a nemesis effectively, limit their fury-inducing qualities to one or two player characters, and make them otherwise lovely and likeable folks; they should have relatable and (presumably) nonthreatening goals and be willing to help the party out under the right circumstances. Sit back and watch the steam pour out of a player’s ears.

A competitor is an NPC that is good at the same things as one of the PCs, such as a brawler who participates in pit fights against your party barbarian--and wins. The winning here is key to the idea. Party members hate to be defeated at the stuff they’re good at. But a bard can’t just assassinate another bard that outperformed them at a karaoke concert--unless they’re a murder hobo, they just have to sit there sullenly as someone else gets the glory, and plot an elaborate revenge.

The competitor works best when they have a little bit of local celebrity. This helps to prevent the party from killing or robbing them, because there might actually be consequences. They can be insulting, they can be objectively kind of shitty, but they shouldn’t do things like kick puppies or level an apartment complex to make way for their mansion. They are typical ordinary folk, but they can be jackasses without ruining the effect. Just don’t push the bad qualities into Bad Guy territory.

The rival party can be a difficult one to run. Like the nemesis, a rival party is more likely to appear during a quest/dungeon/etc. The key here is to give them similar, but not identical goals, but most importantly, they should be slightly more competent than the party. Not by much. You don’t want your party to get demoralized and ditch the dungeon, after all. But enough to make them work for success. For example, your party wants to loot the treasure trove hidden in a warlord’s fortress. But what’s this? Another party is on the scene, trying to bring a valuable artifact in that treasure trove back to their employer? Now the race is on to find the treasure and claim the prize.

This one will be most entertaining if the rival party shares flavor with the player characters. A paladin’s Lay on Hands might be countered with a Celestial Warlock’s “Healing Light” ability, for example. While not identical, the effect is the same. An archery-based ranger might contrast with an Arcane Archer fighter in the same way. A character with the Sailor background may be irritated if they get shown up by a Swashbuckler rogue.

Then there’s the fourth type: Something about them just pisses you off. What does that mean? Well, take this example: the party has made a bar their favorite hangout spot. They have a corner booth all to themselves and the barkeep pours out their usual as soon as they walk in the door. Maybe the barkeep has a flirty relationship with a PC. Then one day the bar has been sold! To someone else! Someone who doesn’t know their drinks, who doesn’t reserve their regular table, who is all business and no pleasure! Sure, there’s nothing wrong with them. But this is a curveball the party wasn’t expecting.

This category is the most flexible. You can use it to disrupt a party’s habitual actions, harmlessly insult them (I used a high-end tailor to interrogate the party’s fashion sensibilities once. They detested her. It was hilarious), or create social obstacles (like a guard that holds a grudge for no apparent reason and makes them wait for ages to see the local lord). These characters might be recurring or might not, so don’t get too invested in them unless they’re powerful. A snarky artificer who is the only maker of enchanted items in 100 miles is more likely to reappear than a shitty bartender, because bartenders are a dime a dozen.

Now go and enjoy making NPCs your players will love to hate!

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spaceorphan18 · 4 years ago

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A bit of an odd question, but could you do a ranking of all of Kurt’s friendships on the show? Kurtcedes, Hummelberry, Kurtana, Kelliot, Kurttany, Furt, and any other ones you feel like bringing up?

Um, okay!

Can I preface by saying that I still think Blaine was his best friend - and that was/is an important basis for their relationship. That said.... platonic, here we go!

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From Enemies to BFF!

Kurt/Sebastian - they detested each other. That’s it. Bottom of the list!

Kurt/Puck - Kurt had very little tolerance, especially when Puck was one of his original tormentors. It’s doubtful, especially with Finn’s passing, that Kurt ever speaks with Puck again after high school.

Kurt/Sue - There’s some kind of connection there. What, Kurt’s never sure, but he does know that he is one of the only people that’s never had to deal with her wrath.

Kurt/Matt - There’s no friendship here. There’s no dislike. Their paths never really cross. Just felt bad not including him when they were in the club for a full year together.

Kurt/Quinn - They had an easy, unspoken understanding not to get in each other’s way, and are good sticking with that.

Kurt/Artie - They’re the pair in the friend group that are always there together, but they never spend any time together, and have very little in common. Kurt finds Artie juvenile. Artie finds Kurt uptight. They tried to hang out once. It lasted twenty minutes.

Kurt/Tina - She’s more like a sister in law. She pops up and then takes Blaine’s attention for the three days she’s around and then disappears again. Kurt always tries to give her some kind of advice, and she never takes it, so he usually just avoids her.

Kurt/Mike, Sam, The Warblers - This is the Blaine’s Friends category. Kurt mostly gets along with all of them, but they don’t necessarily understand him, but he’s cool. Kurt likes their company much more than Tina, Artie, or Blaine’s random college friends.

Kurt/Brittany - She’s so weird. But they’re unicorns together and that means something. He doesn’t understand /her/ most of the time, and she constantly brings up the time they made out, but she’ll nail his issues pretty quickly, which is always alarming. He has a fondness for her, even if he’s always on guard with her as well.

Kurt/Santana - The older they get, the more Kurt and Santana have a deep appreciation and respect with each other. They always team up against Blaine and Brittany during their foursome outings, and usually always win. (Blaine hates this arrangement). She can also be surprisingly deep with him when he leasts expects it, and while they don’t spend a whole lot of time with either Santana or Brittany, it’s always an entertaining, whirlwind of a time when they show up.

Kurt/Finn - Finn was a true brother, and Kurt will always remember him as such.

Kurt/Mercedes - They’re the type of friends who don’t see each other for years, and then fall right back into it when they get together. Kurt is fond of her in a way he isn’t of most people.

Kurt/Rachel - She’s his sister in a lot of ways. She’s so annoying, and steam rolls him, and is always dramatic about something. But they’re family. And that’s where they stand.

Kurt/Elliott - Elliott can be a best friend in a way that Blaine can’t. Sometimes you need a close friend that isn’t the person you’re sleeping with - and Elliott is that friend. (I love Elliott in general, but I also think he’s representative of the friends you make post HS/College years -- when you have people in your life, beyond family, who help you live your life.)

Fun question! Thank you! :)

#that's how s.o. sees it #thanks! I didn't include the newbies because Kurt really didn't have any kind of relationship with them #Anonymous

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hitbythunder · 4 years ago

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The Roll of Thunder -3

A Thor x Reader and later some Loki x Reader story

Summary: After Frigga’s and Loki’s deaths, Thor struggles with his grief and blames himself for the loss. Barely able to manage his emotions, the god helps the other heros on Earth so that he can stay away from Asgard - a place which only reminds him of his pain. When the team acquires a golden sphere from a mission, however, Thor is forced to deal with his past. She has black hair, pale skin and a pair of emerald eyes which haunt the god in his dreams. Could she be Loki?

Warnings: non-con in later chapters

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Against his better knowledge, Thor stepped forward, his fists clenched and his face dark, and when he passed the low coffee-table the woman half-jumped smoothly behind the large arm-chair next to the couch so that he couldn't grab her easily. “You shouldn't walk on this earth as your whole existence is an insult to my brother!” It was barely a whisper, a mere low growl full of anger and Thor wasn't sure if she understood his words. But from the way she trembled she seemed to grasp his threat and the god was pleased to see pure dread in her eyes. Suddenly the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway and quickly as a cat the woman ran over there to hide behind Steve the very moment he entered the living room, her tiny figure vanishing completely behind the larger man. The Captain was confused for a second as the female rushed behind him but then he looked over to Thor and knew leaving them alone was a mistake. The big blonde glared at them, every muscle of his body tensed, stretching the dark-blue t-shirt he wore to the maximum. Even the air seemed to become dry and crackling because of his fury and Steve shoved the little woman further behind him.

“Thor, I suggest you leave or this will become ugly. I don't want to fight you but if you don't calm down you give me no choice.” The Captain said sternly , hoping that the god was open to reason and would regain his senses. “Please, Thor!”

Breathing heavily he stood in place like a column, his piercing blue eyes sparkling dangerously and he even thought about summoning Mjolnir.

But then what? Fight the Captain, my friend, who is unarmed at the moment? No! Thor thought to himself before he made up his mind to leave it at that. Slowly the tension in his body declined and he turned around to stomp off towards the elevator. When the metal doors closed again, Steve sighed in relief and turned to the shivering being behind him. “I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left!" He said and hoped that Natasha wouldn't find out somehow. "Jarvis, where is Thor now?"

"He is currently in his room, trashing some furniture." The AI replied instantly in its usual calm voice. A look of concern and confusion crossed the Captain's face because he could not grasp the reason why the god detested this woman. She didn't do anything to him but he desires to kill her...

"I guess we should stay here on this floor then." The kitchen area was taboo for now as it was on the same floor as Thor's room.

***

When Natasha came back to the tower, she hurried towards the living room because Jarvis had informed her about what happened in her absence. Steve was watching some TV while the Kitten curled up beside him on the couch and slept peacefully. Not wanting to wake her, the red-head sat silently down beside Steve and whispered: "Thanks for protecting her but next time you better pee yourself before you let them out of your sight." Steve almost chuckled aloud. "So you know. Well, sorry about that. But I just don't get it why Thor acts so hostile. I mean look at her!" Both observed the sleeping female next to them, her breathing steadily and her expression soft. "Why are you protecting her?" the Captain asked all of a sudden and Natasha hesitated before she replied. "She reminds me of myself before I was trained to become an assassin. All childish innocence had been taken from me and afterwards was only pain and fear until I didn't feel even those anymore." Natasha stared at the floor while Steve pondered over her words, the quiet muttering from the TV being the only sound in the room.

***

The next evening, heavy raindrops splashed against the large windows of Stark Tower, as if the heavens were weeping for the Norse god who wouldn't share a single tear. Jane had called. Due to her work she was in New York and had wished to meet with him – talk about things. Jane always wanted to talk, to discuss and to analyze matters and Thor loathed it. But he had agreed and about two hours later, the brunette exited the elevator on his floor. He welcomed her nicely, as did the other Avengers, but they didn't kiss before both vanished in Thor's room. Natasha and the Kitten were in the kitchen preparing some food when Jane rushed past them over an hour later, her eyes watery.

"Now we know why it's storming outside. Looks like Thor ditched her." Tony commented when she was gone while Natasha only shrugged. Her teammates love affairs were none of her concern. Outside a wild thunderstorm roared, darkening the night-sky.

This night the little female could not sleep because of the weather, being too nervous because she knew it was him who caused the thunder. This woman named Jane seemed to be his mate, he was gentle to her but even she ran from him, crying and frustrated. But why is he so gruesome to me? The little Kitten wondered before sleep took hold of her finally. Also in her dreams, the blue eyed blonde pursued her, chasing after her with his hammer and in pure fury, causing her to revive the moment of agony when his lightning hit her. The rest of the night she was befallen by a strong fever, sweating every last drop of water out of her body.

The next morning, Natasha shook the woman gently to wake her, a worried expression on her face. "Kitten, are you alright? You are feverish..." she assessed when she touched her heated forehead and decided to let Bruce know. "Rest some more, I'll be right back." But Bruce couldn't do more than to take her temperature and advice more rest.

"I won't risk side effects because of some medicament. We don't know how her body reacts to them."

***

It was lunch when Natasha went to see the Kitten again and luckily, her fever was gone. “So how is she?” Steve asked worriedly when the red-head returned into the kitchen while Tony sipped his coffee. “Completely fine. What ever it was, it's gone.” she answered and opened the fridge to get some food for the other woman. “Perfect, I wouldn't want her to miss the party tonight!” Tony commented joyfully from the side, meeting Steve's puzzled gaze. “A party?” “Yes, we had some severe missions the past weeks – all successfully completed – and that demands for some serious celebration!” the scientist cheered. “For once you have a point.” Natasha admitted because she was definitely in the mood for some merriment – and she needed an occasion to wear her new dress anyway. “But is it wise to have Kitten among a bunch of strange people?”

“She's already living with us, who could be worse?” Tony retorted and walked towards the elevator. “What about Thor?” Steve interrupted but the billionaire only shrugged casually. “We'll keep him and Kitty apart or we could disguise her as your evil twin-sister!” Steve chuckled and rolled his eyes while Natasha sighed. “Thor is not stupid, Tony.” “Well he has his moments … Anyways, don't worry, it will be great!” Tony replied and vanished inside the elevator.

***

Several pearls of sweat glided down his massive body as he moved quickly across the training grounds, swinging his hammer wildly. In order to maintain his godly physique and his honed skills but also because he loved it, Thor trained every day for at least four hours, sometimes even more. Additionally, it proved to be a successful means to calm his temper and distract his mind, which he needed direly after his talk with Jane yesterday. She had accused him of neglecting her, having her wait for two years after his first visit on Midgard and now that he was living with the Avengers he avoids her still. Sadly, these reproaches were merely the hurtful truth and the bitter end of their relationship was overdue. Thus the god told her to leave and never come back for him. Of course it hurt that they would walk separate ways now but Thor was also relieved, had this relationship been more a burden than a blessing of late. After realizing this simple fact, Thor's mood was bright today and he didn't feel the need to moon over her. Thus he trained joyfully, each swing of the hammer with such vigor that if he let go it would crash through several walls. This training reminded him of Asgard, where he had often sparred with his friends in the sands, sweating and laughing.

The fond memories brought a small smile onto the gods lips when he took the elevator to his floor, panting and exhausted. He was in dire need of a shower and the prospect of cold water rushing down his hot skin seemed incredibly marvelous. But when he entered the bath next to his room, his mood darkened abruptly when a small woman stood in front of the tub and Thor was stunned by the sight. A white towel wrapped around her slim figure was all that concealed her curves while her slender legs were bare for the god to behold. With her wet black hair combed back neatly and her emerald eyes locked to his, she resembled the God of Mischief more than ever.

By the Nine, she looks exactly like him...

Paralyzed by her fear she didn't move and stared up at the blonde giant who blocked the way outside. Intently she watched every twitch, every reaction of him, hoping to find an opportunity to slip past his large body. She noted the pearls of sweat on his skin, causing his shirt to stick to his broad chest and rippled abdomen, his heavy breathing and the tension in his muscles because of the training. Thor was terribly confused by the emotions rushing through him right now. On the one hand, there was grief and anger for being so bluntly reminded of his deceased brother, additionally to the fear that she could be one of Loki's tricks. But on the other hand, standing half-naked in front of him, the towel pressing her small breasts together to form a lovely décolleté in which a pearl of water vanished, she was a truly arousing sight – too arousing for Thor as he could already feel her bewitching effect on his lower parts. A minx just like Loki... he thought to himself, remembering how gracious and elegant his brother had been, how beautiful compared to him. Secretly, Thor had always admired Loki's slim yet trained figure, combined with those long slender legs and those honed features. The second prince had been the champion amongst the ladies in Asgard but he didn't make as much use of his royal position as Thor did in order to bed lovely maidens.

Suddenly and without warning, the little one rushed forward and tried to get past him but Thor reacted in time and caught her by the left arm, yanking her back before him. “You... Enough of this deceit! Tell me, what are you!” His voice was a low hiss and he leaned down to intimidate her further, their faces only inches apart. Not able to withstand his staring, she turned her head and averted her gaze but Thor grabbed her chin with his free hand and forced her to meet his piercing blue eyes again. “Tell me!” he urged with more anger in his voice, his grip on her arm and chin tightening, causing her to shrink back in fear. “P..please...” At first, the god couldn't believe his ears when he heard her voice, but her lips had actually moved to form a single word – her first word and it was a pleading. Unintentionally and as stunned as he was, Thor loosened his hold on her for a split second and the little woman made use of it and quickly slipped past the larger man. He tried to grab her in the hallway but she was beyond reach and then vanished into Natasha's room. Damned... While he was under the shower, Thor decided not to tell the others that she had spoken to him because he wanted to ask her some important questions first and alone. He tilted his head back and ravished the cold water running down his face while he thought about how to proceed before his mind drifted off to other topics – tonight's party amongst them.

***

The three floors of the living room were crowded with chatting guests and the atmosphere was relaxed and merry when Thor exited the elevator to join the ongoing party. Dressed in a casual pair of black jeans combined with a grey shirt and a crimson jacked on top, he looked very handsome and more of a gentlemen than a warrior. For once, his hair was combed and tied back loosely – his mother would be happy to see him dolled up like that. Several ladies smiled enticingly at him when he made his way towards the bar, flattering the god's ego just like the ladies did in Asgard when he was a young prince.

“Do we know each other, Sir?” Tony quipped and eyed the god beside him, whom he had rarely seen in such elegant attire. “Look at you! Dandified from head to toes. Is that cologne I smell on you?” Tony added and Thor chuckled, swaying the drink in his hands before he retorted in a half-serious tone. “My punches will hurt no less in this garments.” “Oh come on, that was a compliment! And you have to admit that you look ravishing – not as much as me though.” With a cocky smirk, the billionaire sipped at his strong drink when Steve joined them. “Where's Pepper? I haven't seen her in a while.” “Well, running her own company now, Pepper has a tight schedule. That's the side effect of success I guess." Tony explained almost melancholy. "At last we agree on something." Thor put in and Steve dared to dig some more. "I've heard that Jane is the best in her field of science.." "Indeed. And now she can focus on her work entirely." With one gulp the god emptied his glass and put it down onto the bar. "And I shall have more time for other merriments!" Thor added and smiled widely at them while Tony put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"That's my man! Where's the Whiskey?" "Another fruitless attempt to best me in drinking?" Thor chuckled in amusement, had none of his friends managed to drink him under the table yet. Midgardian alcohol was far less potent than the one served on Asgard. "Hell yes! And no pretty lady can stop me from my mission!" Tony boasted, eager to win this time, while he refilled their glasses. The Captain could only smile at Stark's optimism but then he noted two figures appearing on the upper floor of the living room.

"And what about those two?" he said, causing the other men to follow his gaze to the top of the stairs, their eyes widening at the sight. Natasha looked stunning in her black and white dress, which emphasized her curvy yet trained body and to soften the outfit her fiery red hair was falling in large locks. And the woman beside her was at least her equal. The three men were surprised what drastic change the right choice of clothes plus a little make up could achieve. The Kitten wore a dark-blue sundress, which was tight at the top but more loose from the hips downward, with a white ribbon around her waist matching her pumps. Her black hair was floating freely down her shoulders, the tips framing her emerald eyes and pink lips.

"Looks like Kitten has become a tiger." Tony whispered to Steve when the two ladies graciously descended the staircase and walked towards them. "You may pick up your jaw from the floor, Tony." Natasha quipped before she walked around the bar to make her special 'vodka-romanoff' – a hefty drink which could easily knockout the strongest man. "I'm not used to some tight clothes around your body except your leather suit, forgive me the staring." The billionaire replied casually and gestured her to make him a drink too while Steve tried to occupy Thor's attention in a conversation to keeping him distracted. But the god was only half listening to his friend, shooting quick glances over to the black-haired woman beside him whenever possible. As soon as Natasha was done behind the bar she decided to search for Bruce and took the Kitten along, not wanting to leave her around the guys alone. Thor sighed silently and engaged more into the conversation with Steve. I need her to be alone...

During the evening, the Kitten noticed how Natasha flirted with the friendly scientist, at first only subtle but after another drink her attempts became rather obvious and the Kitten decided to give them some privacy. Thus she strolled through the crowd of guests towards a large window in a more quiet corner of the room. She had refrained from drinking as Natasha had advised her, which allowed her sharp senses to detect the man approaching her. He won't hurt me in front of all those strangers? She thought to herself when she turned to face the tall god behind her. As soon as he had noticed that she was alone, Thor crossed the room. He almost hurried over to her because he couldn't let this opportunity slip.

“You owe me an answer, little one.” He kept his voice low but there were definitely determination and harshness in it. “What are you? And more importantly, do you know a man named Loki?” he added and looked deep into her green eyes as if boring into her soul with his own piercing blue orbs. All he received as an answer was a shake of her head – referring to his second question he supposed. “Good.” Although that didn't mean that she was not a creation of his brother, Thor felt a little bit relieved, which the Kitten sensed too. However, the god wondered why she didn't run from him this time like she had earlier today and assumed that she felt safe because of the guests present, knowing that Thor wouldn't hurt her now. Clever little thing...he thought when he noted the sudden change in her expressions and color of complexion. Her pale skin seemed almost as white as the ribbon of the dress and she put her hand on the glass to steady herself, her gaze blurry and averted from him now. Then she brought up her free hand to touch her head as if she was in pain and it was that exact moment when Thor noted the few small golden scales on her upper arm. Have my eyes missed them when I met her in the bathroom?

“Help...” she whispered, interrupting the god's trail of thoughts before she collapsed in front of him.

#thor x reader #loki x reader #the roll of thunder #fanfic #romance and drama

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crowleyellestair · 5 years ago

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Jaskier’s Study of Expression - Valentine’s Special

AN// Happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s a special little thing I did for the occasion.

Slow burn, but fluff and fun.

Masterlist

WIP: Princess Bride AU – Jaskier x Reader

Geralt x Healer Reader Pt. 2

Part 4 of Jaskier x Reader – Adventures in the South

No woman was ever supposed to be a Witcher. The Trail of Grasses were too vigorous even for trained male bodies. And that’s what she had led them to believe- that she was a young boy. Growing up, and before the trials, no one had questioned why Y/n would ever want to bathe separately or change alone. People had the ability to be introverted through and through. Who was everyone else to judge the boy? Witcher’s are orphans, found across the continent. Of course, some have spawned from the Law of Surprise, but they were Witchers all the same.

Y/n had been the only one in her batch to survive.

It was Vesemir who found out, going into the chamber and checking to see if she had successfully undergone the transformation. He wouldn’t have found out- not for another year at least when puberty struck, but somehow the light gleamed just right. Everyone would admit they had never seen her sleep, but seeing the usually tense and scowling face rest, people could immediately tell. It hadn’t mattered- women have been visitors at Kaer Morhen for seasons at a time, so this couldn’t be any different.

She was a Witcher, and she would be treated as such.

Their thought was correct in finding that nothing was different. Instead of a brother, they had a sister. A sister who was the best at concealing all emotion, though had the gentlest touch. A sister who would help with anything, no questions asked, get the job done perfectly, and still have time to relax over afternoon tea. A sister that had traveled at some point with each of her brothers, trying to set them all up with women from their adventures- though, all the boys would argue that it was for her own amusement, and less for their wellbeing.

Geralt was apart of the last generation; the final undertaking of creating a Witcher. Eskel and Geralt had been borne from the Grass together, sharing a tight bond. Y/n had only five years on Geralt, but she filled a void in him that he didn’t know he was missing. She took him under his wing, void of emotion, but still giving him all the love and support an older sister should.

Because of their bond, Geralt knew Y/n could feel. Ask any other man at Kaer Morhen and they’d tell you she was the reason they all still believed the Trail wiped emotion. Sure, Y/n could flinch, but never a brow. Never the corner of her lips. Lambert used to joke that she had lost the ability to smile from a loss of muscle integrity in her face. All of them had been sitting around the table when the statement was made, Y/n sitting at the end. All eyes had fell on her, and she responded in kind. She gently placed her fork beside her plate, let out a deep breath, and smiled. It was a kind, gentle smile- one you’d only find if you asked a pure hearted soul. They all laughed as it fell, and Lambert was put in his place. But Geralt knew, that despite her exterior, she felt. And she felt hard. Geralt was an anomaly, his emotions still very prevalent in his personality. He would be scolded time and time again by Vesemir growing up, but Y/n had pulled him aside one night, and told him he wasn’t alone.

So, when Y/n knocked on his door that night, he wasn’t completely surprised.

He had been settling down to meditate on the dingey inn floor, but her soft voice calling to let her in stopped him. When the door opened to reveal her to him, a blush was spread over the usual pale cheeks. He wordlessly stepped aside, and she immediately flung onto the bed as a child would. She paused, staring at the ceiling before covering her face in her hands, and expelling a groan.

“I don’t know what to do.” Geralt’s lip tipped up, sitting next to her on the cot. His tone came out playful, but he truly did want to know.

“Jaskier?”

“Yes.” Her answer was one concealed in another groan. He had noticed a while back that the bard had shifted his focus from him to his sister. Geralt and Y/n frequently traveled together, but it wasn’t until Jaskier caught up with him, did he realized the bard and the woman had never met. The two had ‘Geralt cycles’ opposite of the other. It was almost as if fate pushed them together to finally meet when they had.

And when they did, Y/n was floored.

That first night, rather than asking the bard personal questions, she waited till he fell asleep and berated Geralt for answers.

“What has our friend gotten himself into this time?” His amber eyes met her liquid gold ones when she dropped her hands. Geralt crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at her. Though she was upside down to him from her laying position, he could still perfectly see the dramatization that has rubbed off from the bard onto her.

“My heart.” He let out an amused hum, his small smirk becoming a grin.

“Then why aren’t you out there?” She rolled her eyes and sat up.

“It’s not that simple, Geralt. When you’ve lived as long as I have-.”

“You’re five years older-.”

“I can’t just sit there like an obedient pup, taking compliments left and right. What am I supposed to do? I can’t dish them back either- I fear that would make them sound disingenuous.” She cast her gaze downwards, finding that her shoes seemed interesting.

There was a long pause, Y/n finally looking at Geralt again. He too had started to look at her shoes, but when he felt her eyes on him, the only reply he had a small shrug.

“Really?” He met her gaze, and gave an understanding look. He felt bad, as when he first fought with Yennifer, he asked for counseling from her. In fact, after every instance of meeting the sorceress, Geralt had asked for advice from Y/n. He did want to help, but all of the advice he had received from her was on how to deal with already being in love, not how to start a relationship.

“I would only be able to recite your own words on these matters.” Y/n’s shoulders slouched, and she lazily pulled herself from the cot.

“Okay.” She straightened and headed for the door. She stepped out, but popped her head back in to say, “If I die of embarrassment, don’t make a scene.”

“What rhymes with amber?” Jaskier’s head lolled to the side, almost falling onto her shoulder. They had been somewhat huddled together to keep the bard warm. They had gotten caught in a chilly thunderstorm high in the Kestrel Mountains. They had a job to eradicate the enclave of Harpies that have made nests there. The trio were lucky enough to find a small cave right as the storm had started. Geralt had left the two towards the opening, scouting out some of the tunnels to find any danger.

It had only been a minute until Jaskier started to shiver. She would scold him on not dressing appropriately, but she couldn’t help but love his flashy outfits. Y/n had simply kept her mouth shut as she draped her heavy cape over him as he sat. When it happened, he refused it, saying she too could get cold. Y/n heavily protested, but gave up, settling under the cape next to him.

“Clamber. Geralt does a lot of that, so it would fit nicely, and be accurate.” Jaskier gave a little chuckle that she felt blow against her neck. Controlling her expressions was easier than breathing, but major alarms where going off. She couldn’t think straight be all the internal screaming occurring.

“Who said I was writing about that clot pole?” A laugh came tearing out of her throat that she tried to cover up with a cough. Jaskier simply looked down at his pad of paper and smiled. He knew her reputation for being as ruthless and unbreakable as the worst curses known to man. Jaskier thought he had a lot to do to rework Geralt’s reputation, but practically fainted at the sight of the workload following her.

But he was just as happy to help her. Eager, almost, as it meant he had to be near her to get all the details. While she showed no emotion, she was quite the talker. He appreciated that she would never let a question go unanswered. She would respond to all his quips, jests and remarks, no matter what mood he tried to perceive her to be in. And she did remain impartial to all political affairs, unlike her Witcher brethren, but that led for great discussion.

It was only recently however, that he realized there was only on thing she never responded to, complements. It seemed like her brain would shut down, and awkwardly segway to something else. Jaskier adored those moments, but he just added it to the list of things he already loved about her. She was the definition of perfect in his eyes. Strong, but gentle. Caring, but fierce. Impartial but passionate. Everything he thought the ideal being should be. The price to pay, it seemed, was her expressions. Now, Jaskier loved expressions. On anybody. It doesn’t matter who or why, but he loves to see the what people are feeling.

It was lucky for him that the only way he could see that on her was to flirt.

“I’m serious. Who said I was writing about him?” Y/n didn’t look in his direction, continuing to stare at the patterns on the cave wall.

“I apologize for assuming, then.” He shoved his shoulder against hers in a playful manner.

“Don’t worry about it. It has been the meanest thing you’ve done to me, but since it is the only thing, I’ll let it slide.” She gave a soft nod that Jaskier has come to know means a smile. Most would place a large or bashful grin, but she will give a slow nod in place of that. Curt nods are used for large smiles, usually used in the heat of the action or in place of a laugh. Downcast eyes meant for a frown. Side glances, that he has now become very fond of, signify her embarrassment. He loved seeing her look around for something- anything else to talk about. Her anger was harder to see, but she detested wearing gloves, but like Geralt wore. When she was angry, he could see the whites of her knuckles. Her skin had been so scarred and so taught that the force she needed to make the discoloration prevalent was immense. All of these things have been studied intently by him. He had given up charming others as he was usually too focused on her. He had to analyze all of her to try and break the enigma that was Y/n.

He was head over heels for her, and all of this was trying to calculate if she felt the same. So far, it seemed true.

“Tell me,” he started to inquire. She turned to meet his gaze, there faces centimeters apart. “What’s your favorite colour?” Y/n didn’t hesitate when she responded with,

“Pale blue.” She continued to stare at his irises, the object that convinced her a while ago that their colour outshone all others. When Jaskier blinked, she was brought out of her trance, and her head tilted away slightly, her gaze scanning the wall. The side glance didn’t go unnoticed, in fact flaming his need to continue.

“Hmmm. Could you give me an example? Is it like an afternoon sky or like the sea?”

“I uh-.” She coughed, fully looking away. “I don’t know, I guess. Just blue.” Jaskier had a plan, and since Geralt was gone for the moment, he decided it was a good a time as any.

“Um, Y/n?” He fiend a worried tone Her head whipped back with a stern look. Of course, her version of stern was a ghost of a squint. “Is something wrong?”

“Is there? I’m not aware of anything out of place.” He could feel her hand that rested against his leg shift towards her sword.

“Well, I can see a flush creeping up your neck…” Her squint dropped, and she straightened her posture. He watched as a flush did actually appear. His heart clenched as her cheeks became dusted with a light pink. The contrast of the colour against her skin was beautiful. The only thing, he thought, was a missing glow- all Gods glow.

“All Gods what?” It was Jaskier’s turn to flush as he spoke his thoughts openly on accident. Though, seizing the opportunity, he complied in telling the truth.

“I just thought that you needed a glow, as all Gods glow.” He watched as she side glanced again, but he saw a smile grace her face. He jumped up from under the cape to kneel in front of her. Her expression showed one of pure shock, and her back pushed itself as far as it could into the cave wall.

“Jaskier-.”

“Let me see it again- I couldn’t really see it at all.” It seemed to the bard that he had broken her. Her features morphed into one of great confusion. “That beautiful smile that you failed at hiding. Let me see it.” Her face read shock, and he leaned forward.

Again, his face was centimeters away. His hand rested on top of her bent knee, his body somewhat fitting in between her slightly parted legs. Y/n’s tongue darted out to swipe her bottom lip, and he made it obvious that he followed the movement. His eyes found hers boring into his.

“Tell me,” he started again. “Do you love me as I you?” A bewildered smile spread fast, falling slightly, then continued to spread. Jaskier’s chest felt like a fire was spreading just as fast. As if he had a forest just begging to be ignited. He returned the smile with one of his own. He knew he had his answer. Even if she didn’t verbally reply, he knew. He knew he was the only one, outside of perhaps Geralt, to make her smile.

“Julian Alfred Pankratz, you really did get into my heart.”

#jaskier imagine #jaskier x reader #dandelion x reader #geralt #witcher imagine

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fairyhobiee · 5 years ago

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bts taehyung birth chart

okay i somehow got bts’ birth times, and i dont if its right, but their chart seems accurate, but then again i don’t know them personally so i dont know what they like.. anyways enjoy

birth needs: [ daegu, south korea, dec. 30th, 1995, 5:56 am ]

𝐒𝐔𝐍 - 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍

the sun represents vitality, a sense of individuality, and outward-shining creative energy ! his sun sign is in capricon. he is honest, humble, stronged-willed, and ambitious. possible issues like distrust, and pessimestic mindset, could prevent him from doing certian things, like working with people, or could even lead to being aloof towards people who seem to care, but he cant tell cause of this mindset.

𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓 - 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒

the ascendant is how you present yourself to others, and how you come off to most people ! his asc is in sagittrarius. he identify strongly with the image he presents to others. he makes an impression on others and he has "presence", and he knows it. he is self-conscious, although he may prefer to project a strong image. he attracts good things with a positive frame of mind and a charitable disposition. rarely entirely "down and out", he is usually well-received, helpful, and well-informed. there is a self-destructive side to him that should be managed by confronting your fears. he might worry about a friend betraying him, although others might find this person full of charm ! he is quick to chuckle and can't resist any appeal to his sense of humor.

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 - 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

the moon represents the emotions, and the moon sign shows how a person expresses themselves when at home, at ease, and comfortable ! his moon his in aries, in which he can be irascible and easily angered or fired up. he often goes for the things before thinking, and think it over when it’s too late to. a lot of his feelings are not powerd by anger, it’s more fustration, and he doesn’t know how to express it.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘 - 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍

mercury represents communication, cartesian and logical spirit ! his mercury is in capricorn his mind compartmentalizes impressions, and he appreciates structure and order. The mind learns best when it can see practical uses for information. resourceful, reflective, deep thinker; a fine and vivacious mind. a rational person. can be pessimistic, skeptical, and sarcastic, possessing a very sharp sense of humor. notices everything.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 - 𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒

venus represents an interest in emotions and values, exchange, and sharing with others ! his venus is in aquarius. he tries to impress you with his open-minded, future-thinking spirit. he wants you to see him as unique, rebellious, and a little provocative. he is attractive when he is acting a little aloof. he wants you to acknowledge and appreciate that he don't follow the beaten track in matters of the heart. venus in aquarius people are attracted to unusual or unconventional relationships. he doesn’t want to follow all the rules, although he may make quite a few of their own. he wants you to love him for his intellect, and to admire his visions. he value lovers who are also good friends, and he avoid emotional displays or confrontations. he likes everything beautiful, the arts, balance, and harmony. he is amiable and sociable. he likes entertainment and has a loving nature. he will delight in shocking you with his unusual ways and his forward-looking thinking. dream along with him, and don't fence him in. he needs space and will happily return the favor, giving you lots of room to breathe and to be yourself !

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒 - 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍

mars represents the desire for action and physical energy ! his mars is in capricorn. so natives with this position have a subdued and controlled style of approaching life, and most don't come across as particularly enthusiastic; rather, theirs is a low-key but determined energy. mars in capricorn natives like to be on top of things. they are generally goal-oriented and focused people who are not afraid of hard work. most like taehyung are achievers by nature, and many possess well-defined ambitions--well-defined to themselves more than anything. capricorn is a sign that detests waste of any kind. it also fears disorderliness and "letting go". with mars in capricorn, there is generally a powerful need to stay in control. he has a good sense of organization. he knows how to make the necessary decisions rapidly, he is independent but will pour a lot of his energy into achieving social and professional success .

𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒

jupiter represents expansion and grace ! he attracts the most good fortune when he is open-handed and generous, tolerant, and practices what he preaches. can be inspirational, usually finding success in travel, education, teaching, sports, publishing, and foreign cultures. very philosophical, forward-looking, and enthusiastic. strong morals. He strongly values freedom of movement and expression. he is jovial, expansive, dynamic, kindly, altruistic. he has good judgment, is tolerant and loves food, good times, and pleasures. he has a good education and a prosperous life. he aims big and may often be disappointed with small advancements or successes, wishing that these were bigger or better. he may bring every conversation around to himself, which is a tendency that should be kept in check. he has highs and lows in his professional life.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 - 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒

saturn represents contraction and effort ! misanthropic, with a sullen humor. he likes to live in solitude, in contemplation, preferring to work alone. may be suspicious of the intention of others, religions, faith. may suspect that others' innocence or compassion is insincere. feet and ankles may need extra attention. his life can be difficult and cramped. he is hard-working, but success takes time. he may have problems with being open, without self-consciousness. he may accept solitude rather than look for solutions. family problems. his life can be difficult and cramped. he is hard-working, but success takes time. he may have problems with being open, without self-consciousness. he may accept solitude rather than look for solutions. family problems.

𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 - 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍

uranus represents individual liberty, egoistic liberty ! he could have some problems accessing his intuition, since common sense often dominates. a great battler. he has so much power that one thinks nothing can defeat him. his mission in society and in the world can mean everything to him. may question traditions and can be very open to redefining the meaning of success and to changing up traditional approaches to career and status. he can be wildly creative with an odd but happy sense of humor and perspective. he is an idealist, easily disappointed by those using power plays to advance. he fights to improve his daily life, he is persevering. he must have a job that allows him many freedoms, something non-routine. he likes change, possesses a lot of energy and knows how to influence others in spite of his originality !

𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 - 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍

neptune represents transcendental liberty, non-egoistic liberty ! he is discerning, wise, and sensible. he may prefer not to attach too much value to money, but if this is overdone, there can be quite a few problems in life concerning money and ownership. he might make money through artistic pursuits, but must avoid the potential pitfalls of putting too much faith in ideas that don't have enough grounding in reality. it's vital to seek out financial advice for significant ventures. is plans can sometimes lack realism and are therefore often unattainable. however, creative fields can be enormously successful. can maintain a mysterious but magical reputation !

𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎 - 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒

pluto represents transformations, mutations, and elimination ! sexuality and love are idealized. he can pour much of his energy into succeeding professionally. he is an authority figure and a great organizer. strong sense of authority. he may have felt ashamed for being needy or dependent and now feels awkward or even angry with people who display these traits without apology. he can feel very uncomfortable asking for help and/or expressing his own nurturing nature as a result. accepting the very human need for care and concern in himself can be empowering. it can also help eliminate extremes of behavior in these areas where he expresses neediness to an extreme, after which feeling remorse, and then repeating the cycle.

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐓𝐇 :

kim taehyung is a semi-fustrated, person who bottles it up for the sake of other people, and love ones. he wants to try everything, very cautiously. he doesn’t want to be tied down, this goes for carees, realtionships, and more. he wants to make the most of his life, but he wants space while he is at it. he has a creative flow, which causes hhim to natrually flunt it, and everyone falls for it. he is more than a pretty face, he tends to come up with a lot ideas, thats out side of the box ! when he gets older he wants to live the typical peaceful life.. a place where a lot of plants, animals would suit him !

#bts #bts taehyung #kpop #zodiac #horoscope #birth chart #kth #kim taehyung

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writingpcges · 5 years ago

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— "i have a horrible feeling I am a greedy, perverted, selfish, apathetic, cynical, depraved, morally bankrupt woman who can’t even call herself a feminist." - fleabag

MANNERISMS:

What words or phrases do they overuse?

she uses the word ‘basically’ a lot. she also definitely overuses her britishisms but that’s mainly because she’d been living there for the last few years. favouite curse word is ‘fuck’. ends too many sentences with the word ‘me’.

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

ellie will tell you she’s a realist, though she does tend towards optimism, particularly when it comes to the outcomes of certain events in her life.

What bad habits do they have?

speaking before she speaks, drinking way too much coffee (and as a result has developed an unhealthy addiction to breath mints, seriously she’s always gone some on her person!), nail biting/picking (particularly when she’s nervous/bored), flirting before thinking (she’s sure your partner is great, she just didn’t consider their existence), pouting until she gets what she wants.

What makes them laugh out loud?

friends reruns, friends in general, lana sullivan. she’s also the sort to laugh at her friends embarrassments/trip ups but would also be the first to bail you out in a bind so figurers that balances things out.

How do they display affection?

little touches (on your arm, your shoulder, your lower back), little gifts/things she’s seen that remind her of you, sending random texts/pictures throughout her day, sharing anecdotes/gossip.

Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider?

she’s an impulsive little sun of a gun, just ask lana. she detests feeling stuck and that has driven her to make many questionable decisions and has resulted in the breaking down of some important relationships in her life.

How do they react to praise?

she THRIVES off of it. like tinkerbell she needs applause and praise to live.

How do they react to criticism?

she’ll tell you she can take it, and that’s not totally untrue, as an actress she has developed a fairly thick skin but she only really takes constructive criticism well. trolly comments on the internet will send her into a tailspin and often result in her seeking some outside affirmation of her awesomeness (often in the form of hookups or friendly cheerleaders).

What is their philosophy of life?

work hard and be kind.

When was the last time they cried?

professionally? daily, her current project requires a lot of mental gymnastics. personally? after meeting up with lana.

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

apart from forever appearing ageless?? physically she wouldn’t mind being a little taller, but she thinks her face is nice and her ass is good so she happy with her appearance. there are a lot of internal things she’d change about herself but mainly she’d like to be braver and a little more vulnerable about the things that matter with the people she loves.

What is their obsession?

herself?? sex?? skin care??

What are their pet peeves?

she does get annoyed easily and pinning down what will set her off from one day to the next isn’t an exact science but some things that never fail are slow walkers, people who talk on their phone in public, traffic (she probs shouldn’t drive bc the road rage is real), and people who insist on continuing conversations when she’s clearly checked out.

FRIENDS&FAMILY:

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of?

pretty small, just her dad, step mum and gran left.

What is their perception of family?

family used to be everything but after her mum passed ellie hasn’t been super connected to her family, with the exception of her gran who is her favouite person in the whole world.

Do they have siblings? Older or younger?

she’s an only child, i’m sure this surprises no one.

Describe their best friend.

the real yin to her yang and the one person she will never put the moves on because it would totally ruin their vibe. also it would be weird because they are basically sisters at this point. if ellie is ever able to sit still long enough to sit and think things through things it is down to this person. big mom friend vibes. 10/10 angel on earth.

Do they have any pets?

oh god no, she shouldn’t be trusted to care for a living creature.

PAST&FUTURE:

What was your character like as a teen?

not unlike herself now, which speaks to her emotional maturity but much more moody and reckless, very little regard for the consequences of her actions, and pretty listless/unmotivated. she’s since learned to reel some of that in as she’s focussed on her career.

Did they grow up rich or poor?

middle class, they were comfortable, but they didn’t go on holiday every school break or anything.

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected?

nurtured, but when she lost her mum she an her dad started to neglect each other.

What is their greatest achievement?

winning a bafta.

What was their first kiss like?

awkward and the result of a game of spin the bottle gone wrong -- she’d really wanted to kiss matt jones but instead the bottle had landed on rory tyler.

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved?

LEFT THEM AT THE ALTAR?!

What are their ambitions?

she’d really like to have a career that lasts past her 35th birthday

What advice would they give their younger self?

hang in there, be kinder to mum, go easier on dad, don’t forget to keep your promises.

What smells remind them of their childhood?

cinnamon sugar and french toast, mum would make it every sunday.

What was their childhood ambition?

to be an actress and a unicorn doctor, so she’s definitely lived up to some of her childhood ambitions!

What does their five-year plan look like?

become a house hold name, successfully bake banana bread, take a dance class, learn to play piano, take someone she loves to an awards show.

LOVE:

Do they believe in love at first sight?

no, not even a little which is funny because she is definitely the sort to fall quickly.

Are they in a relationship? Are they in love?

no, but she is still in love with her ex so that’s fun. particularly for someone whose default is to seek vey surface level/fun ‘relationships’.

How do they behave in a relationship?

depends on the relationship and the person, honestly. ellie hasn’t been in many serious relationships because she typically bolts at the first sign of feeeelings as she tends to lean towards her need for freedom rather than commitment but on the rare occasion her heart has fallen before her brain was able to catch on she’s been quite happy to hermit with her partner. she becomes so smitten the idea of wanting someone else escapes her completely.

When did your character last have sex?

probably last night. or this morning. she’s a ho and she doesn’t like to be alone. that’s when things like thinking happen and that’s no good!

Has your character ever been in love?

yes, twice. and both instances left her gutted.

Have they ever had their heart broken?

she has, but in the end it’s usually by herself as she has the tendency to leave before she gets left.

Are they crushing on anyone now? Tag them!

lana (and also probs sabrina lbh): @lauralaword , sean: @gapsofsvnlight , quinn: @sonderbound , and probs pyper: @chvrryglcss bc she seems emotionally unavailable and ellie likes a challenge, plus she a babe. guys i said she’s a ho.

WORK&LIFE:

What is their current job?

actress, she’s also an aspiring screen writer/playwright and director, but that’s mainly born of fear of what she’ll do when the industry decides she’s too old to play a lead

What do they think about their current job?

loves it, a +, everything she’d hoped it be even if the hours are maybe a bit longer than she’d like and she doesn’t always love feeling like she has to hide parts of herself from rabid fans/news sources, but she likes her privacy.

What are some of their past jobs?

bag girl, ride attendant, bartender (at uni), nanny, waitress, and snow white for a tick!

What are their hobbies?

she likes to read and netflix, but her main hobby is bugging her mates until they entertain her.

Educational background?

went to the royal academy of dramatic art in london where she studied acting.

Do they have a natural talent for something?

photography, the written word, charming her way into your pants.

Do they play a sport? Are they any good?

no, she does not sport well nor does she understand any of the rules. her disdain for football is just another point of contention between her and her father.

MISC:

What is in their fridge?

a half drank bottle of vodka, seltzer, diet coke, some probiotics she never takes and a variety of take out containers. she does not cook.

What is on their bedside table?

cellphone charger, a book she’s been trying to finish for ages, and a sound machine.

What kinda car do they drive, and is their car messy or clean?

honestly she couldn’t tell you the make or model unless she read the manual butt it gets her to auditions and that’s all that matters. it’s basically always got at least three changes of clothes and a takeaway coffee cup and/or wrapper somewhere so if you think that’s messy...

Do they carry a purse? What is in their purse or wallet?

usually, but if she’s out at retrograde she’ll pair her essentials down to things that can fit in her pocket -- basically that means a lip (red if she’s feeling feisty or insecure), her debit card, her cell and some mints. her purse has at any given time four different lips, a chapstick, some gloss, three packs of gum, mints, a pack of emergency smokes (for when things get intense and she needs to break her clean streak), her wallet, a compact, an umbrella, and so many receipts!

What is in their pockets?

if she has her purse they’re likely empty, if she doesn’t all the things. also sometimes her hands when she doesn’t know what to do with them.

What is their most treasured possession?

her mums wedding band, she wears it basically all the time on her index finger.

#tlawtask1 #part 2 #muse: ellie #about: ellie #bio: ellie #I HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT #?!

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Space explorers Vasco and Kajika~

Send me a ship and I will grade it: ||Still accepting||((//sweats sorry for being late with this one @heromanvasco @wild-untamed-heart))

C: Not a bad ship

Alright, so I will preface thiswith, it’s been a while since I got into Lookism. After webtoons took it overand they changed the names (probably for legal reasons), I just--- could not doit. It did anger me for one thing, but it’s also just--- we know me… with names…memorizing them.

I would have to go back fromthe beginning and reintroduce myself to all of the characters and memorize theirnew names. I’m pretty sure they changed all the names, even the minorcharacters, so it’s just like—oh no. The nickname ‘Vasco’ remained the same ifI recall, however.

Anyways, the reason why I’mprefacing with this is—I’m working with dated information here. I’m sure sincethe last time I read there has been a lot of character development. I’m goingoff what I currently know of him. I’ll get back to Lookism… eventually;;;;

ALRIGHT, ONWARDS!

I honestly think that they wouldn’t be too bad together?Certainly, they are good friends and we’ve already established this in thread form.Vasco is pretty fair towards other people—once he gets into the correctmindset. Admittedly, he does have a bit of a negative bias towards attractivepeople. He got… bullied a lot in his younger years.

‘Bullied’ is putting it lightly, considering he has scars fromit. Not only emotional ones, but actual physical scars. That’s why he’s sotatted up, to hide the scars that were given to him. Even scars… is putting it lightlyin my opinion, since it’s not as simple as scars. It’s like… graffiti, but onthe body. The tattoos hide them, so he can be less ashamed of it.

From this, he formed a phobia of needles. The tattooing wasto help him get over it. I’m sure there’s still a bit of nervousness thatremains from needles as it highly relates to the bullying. This is something thathad such a deep impact on his life. He has a negative bias towards attractivepeople (the one who bullied him), he absolutely DETESTS bullies, and he vowedto become stronger as to not get bullied again.

He has a lot of pride in himself for how far he’s come. He’salways loved Superheroes from a very young age. It isn’t like he came to likethem after the bullying thing. Nah. He’s always loved them and he’s alwayslooked up to them. To him, heroes are such a big part of his life. Inparticular, ‘Heroman,’ whose real name is Vasco.

Taking this identity onto himself, he’s mostly called ‘Vasco’rather than ‘Euntae’ which is his real name. I’m sure the Webtoon gave him adifferent true name, but I don’t know it.

He may have a bit of a poker face, but he’s actually areally big SOFT BEAN. He’s truly a GOOD BOI tm. I absolutely adore him and Icry for him. I feel like once I re-read the series, I’ll skip the entirety ofhis past arc bc I cannot watch as my baby gets BULLIED.

Anyways, Vasco does have a prejudice against good lookingpeople, but he’s not blindly prejudiced. If he sees that they aren’t like oneof those good-looking people, he’s quite willing to befriend them. Thisis the case with the main character Hyunsuk (I think it’s Daniel in webtoon?).He thought that Hyunsuk was bullying students, and Vasco challenged him. Turnsout, he’s not a bully, and he was trying to help people.

From what I know (unless things have changed), they becamereally good friends. I think it’s somewhat of a conditioned response for him tobe initially distrustful of good-looking people due to what he went through. However,his attitude towards justice and his general ‘good boy’ nature prevents himfrom blindly hating people based on their looks. If they are good people, hewill like them.

He loves to drink strawberry milk and he’s just—so---precious. He will give milk boxes to people that he likes/approves of. Hyunsukbeing one of such people. It’s like a part of him being shy and what not.

Going back to that—HE IS VERY SHY BOI. He’s very awkward andhe’s not very confident, though he may appear that way at first. He’s confidentin his strength, that’s for sure. He’s full of confidence in himself, but onceit comes down to--- his… uh… intelligence… or social-awareness… he’s um…lacking… a bit to put it gently;;;; I will say that he’s aware of it himself. I’mnot just saying it. When asked: if you could have a wish granted, what would itbe? Paraphrasing, his answer was: “I want people to stop calling me stupid.”Which basically is a ‘I want to be smart’.

Basically, he can be a big idiot sometimes and it’s—a lil endearingto be honest. He’s also just not sure of what to do around other people. Whathe may think is fun or cool, others may not feel the same way. He’s easilyamused and very emotional. Being given a rock can have him almost shed tears. (hewas told that it was a lucky rock passed down through generations.)

He’s very dense and very gullible, essentially. He also isn’tvery aware of his own strength, so he could totally launch someone out thedoor, across the room by playing pillow fight. That’s why he’s not allowed toplay along. 8( His best friend usually tells him to join in though, much toeveryone’s horror. Not to go too far into the backstory relating to the bestfriend… this guy really serves as Vasco’s emotional support and ‘is thissocially okay? Can I do the thing? Can I join the pillow fight? If I do this,would it be cool? Is it lame if I do this?’- support.

He often asks his friend for a lot of advice on many thingsas he doesn’t know what is ‘right’ or ‘cool’. His friend is so lenient on himthough and lets him get away with a lot of stuff. Like, it makes you happy? Gofor it! I’ll support you bud! I’ll have fun with you! You want to dress up inthose blow up costumes that make you look like you’re riding on a dinosaur? Youwant our entire department to dress up as that for the school competition---?Uh… okay, I’ll get them to agree.

Get you a friend like him.

Anyways, this illustrates the fact that Vasco is very--- insecure.ESPECIALLY around girls. Most girls run in fear around him. A common thing isfor him to shed a tear once anyone runs away from him. He may look scary but heis GOOD BOI. So, he’s so tender hearted and it breaks my heart to see peoplerun from him, or assume he’s bad.

Kajika, being more open minded and accepting, would be agood influence on him. He can befriend her and learn that not all girls willrun in fear of him. OTL She has a cool and outgoing personality, so I’m sure he’dlook to her as a ‘cool person’. Don’t be surprised if he randomly comes to asklike ‘hey, is this app cool? Are a lot of people playing it?’

That being said, he’s really not too big on social media andwhat not. He just wants to have fun and have a taste of what other people aredoing to have fun. He’s not exactly a person who chases after trends orwhatever. It’s a very common thing in Korean culture to chase after trends andwhat not, but he’s not quite like that.

So, I think that Kajika would be a great influence on him.Have him learn how to be more secure in himself, and to have more confidence inhis likes. Teach him to not be so tense around girls. He doesn’t walk like arobot in front of Kajika, so that’s an improvement.

The Vday and Wday events that goes on helps reinforce the ideathat they are friends and that she’s not afraid of him. I’m honestly not reallysure what impact Vasco could have on Kajika, really. He’s relatively calm in general,but when he’s around friends, he just turns into an excitable puppy. I feellike, there isn’t really much she could gain from him, which contrasts him.

He can learn how to be more confident; he can learn how tofeel more secure about himself, and he can learn how to be more comfortablearound girls.

It’s not like you NEED to be able to gain something in yourSO, but I do think it helps in most cases. I guess if anything, they are comfortablewith each other. I personally feel their dynamic works best as friends, but Idon’t think them as a couple would be a bad idea by any means.

Vasco is a VERY LOYAL person, and I’m sure that Kajika isthe same. Both are very dedicated to their friends, and I’m pretty sure theyboth have a strong sense of justice? They share a lot of common traits, and Ithink that’s something that’s crucial for a relationship they’d share.

They don’t contrast to the point that they would touch uponeach other’s landmines, I think. I guess it would be one of those ships whereit’s bestfriends àlovers.

Did anything change at all? No. I thought something wassupposed to change? What are you going to change then? No idea. Tell me whenyou think of something.

That’s pretty much them, I think.

Though, Vasco does get a lil hung up on how things shouldbe, so I can see him trying to study up on how to be a boyfriend. Reading up onhow to be romantic or whatever. I’m sure if they did start dating, there wouldbe an odd transition period for him bc he’s trying to figure out what to do andwhat works best. Lol

If Kajika prefers him being the same ol’ Vasco, she just needsto say so, and he’d do it.

They’d be the type that wouldn’t change much in arelationship, I think. Kajika, from what I vaguely recall, is a free spirit. Idon’t think she’s very tied down to many material aspects like riches, societyranks, etc. She really loves the beauty of nature and exploring.

I honestly don’t remember that she was really very swayed bymany romantic situations. Based off the vibe I get, I think she’d be moreimpressed by sentimental things, or nature than she would anything showy. That reallywould play well into Vasco, since he doesn’t really do well with ‘showy’things. He’s more of a sentimental bean than anything, so I think he’d havethat covered.

They’d have a comfortable relationship for the most part, Ithink. Of course, I don’t know what current Vasco is like so who knows if I’mreally right anymore, lol. Still, this is based off what I last remember ofwhere I left off. So that’s my verdict based off what I remember.

I also gave the rating I did since I don’t think it’s fairfor me to give anything too high or low when I’m not caught up with the ‘Lookism’series. Kek.

Hope you enjoyed!

#friendlyneighbourhoodscientist #meme answered #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#Neo speaks #((OOF sorry for like-- holding this hostage for so long))#((I was having a lazy moment;;;;;;;;;;;; ))#((I need to get better at motivating myself to do memes. I forget about them all the time-- which is why I usually don't reblog that many))

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bae-leth · 5 years ago

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yis LET’S GET THIS YEAST

Pining:

These two are the definition of ‘dancing around each other.’

Lingering touches? Longing looks when they think the other isn't looking? Denial of possessing any sort of emotion towards the other when they're asked by a friend?

They've got it all, and it makes everyone want to lie facedown on the ground and sleep for a very long time.

(The other Lions are so tired of this tomfoolery.)

Dimitri waxes poetic about Felix in his head. However, he’s too afraid to tell him outright.

What if Felix doesn’t think of him like that? Or what if he thinks of him as just a boar, really, and nothing much else? As just a friend?

It keeps Dimitri up at night. Sometimes he just agonises over feeling things in his bed, whilst fiddling his thumbs.

Felix, however, actually has accepted his feelings. Once he thinks about going anywhere else in his relationship with Dimitri, though, he basically just blacks out until he can find a sparring room to go ham in.

When Dimitri gets promoted and gets his Lord outfit, Felix actually, genuinely, goes missing.

They find him the next day, staring into space, not uttering a word.

(It’s the thigh highs.)

Dimitri’s bewildered for the entire day. For ages, he believes that the outfit was that ugly in Felix’s eyes, or something. Or maybe he just didn’t suit it…?

“Is it really that bad…? Would he not have told me?”

Sylvain’s standing there, going: “dude. Bro. Bro ily but you’re being an idiot.”

Dima: “What do you mean :(“

Felix’s eyes? Dimitri wants to cry. They are so beautiful. Like fiery dawns!

Sometimes, he just gazes into his eyes, and Felix has to wave a hand in front of him, asking him what the hell he’s doing.

Felix hasn’t told anyone about his lil crush (although the others know LMAO.) Dimitri has asked Mercedes for advice, as she’s the most comforting. (team mother,,,)

He’s also asked Dedue, who offers him flowers to give. Dimitri doesn’t do it, though. He hasn’t worked up the nerve yet.

Sylvain and Ingrid try to talk to them separately, but they don’t budge.

It gets to the point where all the Blue Lions try to get involved. They divvy up the roles: Mercedes, Ingrid and Dedue tackle Dimitri, and Ashe, Sylvain and Annette tackle Felix.

Ingrid forcibly sits Dimitri down for some Tea Time, where she gives him some very helpful pointers.

Pointedly.

Exasperatedly.

When he eventually tells her that "He won't ever see me that way :(", she waits for maybe 0.1 seconds before hitting his head with a saucer.

Annette starts leaving little notes for Felix to find.

"You should tell him!" - hidden under his pillow.

"He likes you too!" - on top of his folded clothes.

"PLEASE TELL HIM." - drops out of his sheath when he takes out his sword.

Sylvain’s notes are just varying degrees of “AHAHAHA COWARD LMAO” stuck inside Felix’s shoes, which only makes him pissed.

It takes ages, absolutely ages, before they get together, and there is way too much pining beforehand.

When they’re together:

“FINALLY,” screams the entire monastery. The teachers all breathe sighs of relief. One more lesson with the Longing Looks When They Think The Other Isn’t Looking would’ve made them quit.

Overall, they’re still the same around each other. Felix still calls him a boar, they still have their competitions and try to one up each other, they still mess about whenever they’re next to each other...

So it’s a very natural transition into ‘something more’, if you will.

They know what each other is thinking most of the time, since they’re very attuned to one another.

Dimitri’s looking for something? Felix just turns up with it in hand, and passes it over.

Felix is in a weird mood and he doesn't know why? Dimitri's On It faster than ye could blink.

Quick pecks between lessons. (Felix likes a smidgen of PDA once they get more comfortable in a relationship, while Dimitri usually just leaves it to handholds and cheek kisses in public, so they compromise.)

Dimitri really loves exploiting their height difference. It means more forehead and temple kisses for him! Felix pretends to hate it (he really doesn’t, but he won’t ever say it because he’s still kinda salty about being a smol.)

(Imagine the timeskip when Dimitri becomes huuuuuuge LMAO)

Felix is the big spoon (until the timeskip, maybe. I can see Dimitri latching on to things at night far more quickly then, so Felix just gets stuck.)

They tried going on a conventional date once, but it quickly became a competition on who could shovel the most food in their mouth in the quickest amount of time beef bowl challenge, anyone? So now they just settle on sparring, and whatever mundane stuff they can get their hands on at the monastery.

They do like stargazing, though. Mostly it’s just Dimitri blabbing on about constellations and Felix nodding absently before he dozes off.

Dimitri does not like how ready Felix is to die for him (even though he never says as such.)

He detests it. It’s worse when all his friends want to, but Felix? With his stubbornness? And the lone-wolf nature? Dimitri knows that he wouldn’t do it for just anyone, and he doesn’t like that he’s the one Felix throws his pride away for.

Nevertheless, Felix doesn’t budge on this, so Dimitri reluctantly lets him.

(This probably backfires during the timeskip.)

All in all, they’re very much your stupid best friend duo still, until you look a little closer.

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happystressedmuffin · 5 years ago

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Alright, babies. Here’s some life lessons I’ve learned from 2019 so far.

Here’s a little backstory: this year has been hell on wheels for me. I say that, and the year isn’t even remotely close to being over.

Everything that’s happened has been a series of extreme highs or extreme lows. Nothing in between. My brother got married to an amazing girl, I graduated high school, I got a job, my dog (and best friend of 11 years) died, and I ended several friendships this year, including some that I thought would last a lifetime, to people (or, more specifically, a person) that I still love with all my heart. It’s been absolutely exhausting.

I won’t even lie right now, I have absolutely experienced suicidal thoughts this year. I don’t even think my family knows the gist of it all, and I usually tell them most of everything. This night is especially rough. I can’t sleep, even though I desperately need it – I have a migraine and I’ve barely slept the night before. My dog passed this morning. At least I can truly say that I look like I belong to the Victorian age – my skin is super pale and I have large bags under my eyes. I truly look like I’m dying of tuberculosis. Yay me!

But I’ve learned a lot. Truly. And I want to share some of those things that I’ve learned.

First and foremost, the biggest advice I could ever give is this: do what you fucking love and don’t worry too much about it.

I say that, because I’m super nervous about my major – I’m planning on studying history, and I hope to become a writer someday, too. I come across many people who ask what the hell I’m going to do with that major. I come across many people who doubt that I’ll become published. What exactly is my plan for life?

I plan on teaching. I plan on helping people. I plan on being the kind of teacher that actually cares about students.

And let me tell you something – anything that brings joy is worth doing. It’s worth learning. It’s worth studying.

Why? Well, take this: I’ve been listening to a lot of music this year. One of the songs has these interesting little lines: “The world is full of poets, we don’t need anymore. The world is full of singers, we don’t need anymore. The world is full of lovers, we don’t need anymore.” It’s so, so wrong (which I think is the point of the song – it’s entirely ironic). You know what the world is truly full of? It’s full of people who have experienced heartache. It’s full of people who are mean to people in retail / customer service jobs. It’s full of people who take their sadness out on other people. It’s full of worry, of war, of hate, of intolerance, etc. It’s full of people who lost someone close to them. It’s full of problems.

The world is never full of poets, who inspire other people and give a voice to common human emotion. The world is never full of historians, who encourage people to keep going with the tales of other humans from the past. The world is never full of writers, who give people hope and characters to relate to. The world is never full of politicians, who want to truly change the world for the better. The world is never full of painters, who want to show the beauty and sorrow of the world. Even too many writers, artists, historians, filmmakers, activists, etc, are not enough for the world. We always need more, even if the job market doesn’t realize it.

Anything that brings light to the world is worth pursuing. I know it sounds idealistic, but creation will save you.

Don’t dive into the world unprepared. Don’t pursue a creative writing degree if you don’t have a plan of survival. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pursue the degree. It just means that you need to have your life planned out, and options ready.

And now, another thing I learned, that is vaguely related:

Choose to be nice.

Please.

I feel like when people experience hardships, a lot of us become bitter. We see the world in a very negative way.

All my life, I’ve been called childish, or naive, or something along the lines of that. And very many times, people (even well-meaning people, even members of my own family unintentionally) have made me feel dumb for this, or made me feel like I haven’t experienced the so-called “real world.”

Let me tell you something about myself that may not be at all clear:

I am very, very bitter.

I joke that I’m like a grandma. It’s really funny, because people often assume I’m younger than I am. But many times, I truly feel like I’m a jaded old woman. I’ve been bullied in school before; I’ve had a friendship fall apart because I seemed “depressed”; I’ve had people who looked me in the eye, say “I love you,” and not mean it; I’ve seen friends fall into toxic relationships; I’ve talked people down from suicide; I’ve felt completely unlovable and undeserving of love; I’ve been friendless; I’ve had friends whose parents died unexpectedly, and other friends whose parents didn’t show them the love they deserved; I’ve heard people being incredibly cruel to homeless people; I’ve read countless articles on school shootings; I’ve seen and heard homophobia, transphobia, and racism.

Yes, I fucking know what the “real world” is like.

So, I suggest a lot of people stop using that phrase towards “naïve people.” We’re not stupid. We live on this planet, too.

And you know what the biggest act of rebellion is?

Kindness.

And let me tell you – I used to detest being called “nice.” I hated it when people called me that. I always wondered why they couldn’t call me anything else – smart, or funny, or interesting, for example. But now I know that “nice” is the greatest compliment of all.

Because niceness is not just a simple character trait. Niceness is not just a last-resort compliment.

Niceness is active rebellion against a world that easily turns people mean. Niceness is a trait that demonstrates self-confidence (because niceness towards yourself counts just as much as niceness towards others), and niceness is really freaking hard because of the level of self-reflection and awareness of others that is required.

Any idiot can be intelligent. I’ve been surrounded by smart people all my life. It’s no longer a value that I admire above everything else.

I admire people who have lived on this Earth enough to recognize the pain that we all go through, and who think, “enough is enough, I’m not bringing any more of that into anyone’s life.”

I don’t care for cynicism. Any idiot can be cynical. It’s quite easy, actually. Look at me now. I’m being cynical about being cynical. That’s how easy it is.

I think the sooner we remove the idea that being cynical and rude is the same thing as being insightful and intelligent, the better for us. Yes, the world is in shambles. But you know what? There’s a lot of good in it, too. Every person on the planet has a little bit of that.

I’ve been called a “happy person,” and “naïve” and “childish” all my life for believing in people and for liking the things I like – light-up shoes, decorating my room in bright colors, owning stuffed animals, loving cartoons, and believing in people. Let me tell you – all of that is fueled by bitterness and a strict determination to have some brightness in the world.

And every time I force myself to compliment someone who seems a little grumpy, or I scold myself for thinking judgmentally about someone, or I bring cookies to school – that’s fueled by bitterness and a strict determination to have some brightness in the world.

So, here’s what I’ve learned over the span of this short year:

Believe in goodness of people, even when it’s difficult.

Cultivate kindness. Forgive yourself when you’re mean – you’re only human, and sometimes certain individuals deserve a dash of meanness. But always strive for kindness, and ask for forgiveness when you cross a line.

Buy those light-up shoes and that stuffed animal.

Study what you love.

Hand out random cookies.

#advice #long post #life lessons #shut up dasha #life

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