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arielasfm · 3 years ago

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❆ ( zion moreno, twenty-six, muse j, trans woman, she/her. ) i just saw ARIELA DIAZ in northmount. you know, the NEWSCASTER? there they were, being their typical -COLD and -REGRETFUL self. i’ve heard some say they’re +SUPPORTIVE and +CONSCIENTIOUS, but i don’t know. they sort of remind me of DESIGNER COATS, MORNING COFFEE RUNS, & PINK APRONS, but that’s just me. if you see them around, let me know, okay? and happy holidays! ( kae, 22, she/her, est. ) ❆

hello !! so i’d first like to say thank you to all of you for joining this little group !! this was just a little pipe dream pris & i had back in early november, but it’s finally coming to fruition & we could not be more grateful !! happy holidays, by the way ! we’re going to have the best time, i promise !! now, let me turn my little admin brain off & introduce you all to ariela.

ariela diaz was born on may 16th of 1995, making her a taurus sun/sagittarius moon. her mother is monica chavez, a waitress at a seafood restaurant in denver, colorado. in fact, denver is where ariela used to call home. she and her family used to live in an apartment right near the rockies. there were around four siblings, and ariela was the very oldest. the order went: ari, gracie, eddy, & dani.

things in the house initially were amazing when her dad was here. he would play games with all of them, handle conflicts, and not once complained about the load. he had this mega-watt smile whenever it was just him & the kids, but whenever ariela’s mother was home, it always turned to shit. her mother would always pick their grandmother up on her way home from work, and then it was two against one. with their father being the non-confrontational person he was, it always personally affected him, and he would never be the same until he was back with the kids.

however, one day, it all went to hell. when ariela was fifteen, she heard her father through the thin walls saying his final goodbyes to her mother.

“you want me out? you want me out of your fucking life? you’ve got it, babe! you win! tell your mom i said congratulations!” he screamed.

he walked out of the house with all of his clothes, and not once did he say goodbye to the kids. from that day on, he was out of their lives forever. to this day, ariela still doesn’t know why.

from then on, her mother took up a second job at h&m to pay the bills. with their mother constantly busy, it was ariela’s turn to play parent. she didn’t get a single christmas or birthday present in those two years, but seeing the looks in her siblings’ faces was as good of a present as she could have asked her. then again, it did suck that nobody really bothered to celebrate her. why didn’t her father tell her that parenting was hell? between getting bubblegum out of daniela’s hair, convincing graciela to do her homework, and getting eddy to stop fighting his younger sister, ariela had her hands full. by the end of each night, she was exhausted, but whenever her mother came home, her mother said nothing about it. no “thank you”, no “good job”, nothing. only a simple “go to bed, all of you”, and then she was off to watch her television shows. this sucked for ariela, but what was she going to do about it? they both had their hands full. there was no point.

however, it all reached a boiling point on thanksgiving of 2014, in ariela’s senior year of high school. her mother promised ariela the next day off, since she had done so much for the past two years. however, when the big meal finally came and her mother casually announced that tomorrow would be another day in hell for ariela, she couldn’t take it.

“i can’t parent your kids! that’s your job! i’ve been doing it for two years, and i’m not doing it anymore. you can’t watch them? get your mom to do it. i have so much stuff to do this year. i’m trying to go to nyu! i can’t do that if i’m too busy watching your kids!” she exclaimed.

she didn’t even bother to explain all the mental doubts growing within her regarding her life, her identity, and her future.

“family is there for family, nieta. family is there when we need them.” her grandmother reminded her.

“you don’t wanna contribute to this house? you have it made! a normal mom would force you to get a job by now! but no, you ‘don’t want to take care of your siblings’.” her mother whined, in a mocking tone.

“i have it made! that’s rich! watch your kids! i didn’t sign up for this, you did!” she groaned.

“you don’t wanna watch your siblings? then you can get the fuck out of my house.” her mother announced, her voice now low and threatening.

the next day, ariela used the two-hundred dollars from her previous birthday and took a one-way flight to new york. she crashed on some rockette’s couch from then on, until she finally was employed at twenty-four.

it was here where she carved a new life for herself. ariela rory diaz. that had a nice ring to it. the first name was after ariel, her absolute favorite disney princess. the middle name was after rory gilmore, her favorite character and role model from her favorite television show. in her high school, she was practically treated like royalty. maybe that was due to her newfound sense of grace and refinement, all thanks to her new roommate, but it was unfamiliar to her. back in denver, people treated her like shit. this kind of treatment in big apple convinced her that maybe she could have it all. when her acceptance letter came back from new york university, that idea fully solidified.

after college, she went to columbia university for her masters, where she got her degree in only one year. at her masters program, one of her professors worked for a large new york news station. he appreciated her journalism work on campus and thoroughly enjoyed her papers, so after she received her degree, he offered her a job as a newscaster on his station. she finally had it made. she was on top of the world! if only her mother and father could see her now!

she worked at this station for roughly a year and a half when she finally got the northmount assignment. she wasn’t surprised. after all, the town was growing in tourists. even a few in this busy city were talking about it. it made sense that they wanted someone to see for themselves. she just wasn’t sure if she was ready for yet another mountainous region full of friendly faces. well, after she got here, she finally discovered she wasn’t.

this town is very family-oriented. she hasn’t seen her family in nearly nine years at this point, but it’s making her miss them like crazy. but she doesn’t even really miss them, she just mourns what they could have been. she misses the idea of watching eddy & dani grow up and get their diplomas, which they both received in 2019 respectively. she misses the idea of big family meals, which she hasn’t had in ages. she misses the idea of “i love you”, which she never got back in denver. she misses the idea of the floor lined in christmas presents. she misses the idea of a mother who would run her hands through her silky black hair and tell her that “everything’s gonna be okay”. this place reminds her of all that she misses, all that she missed out on, and all that she regrets.

looking at the families lining town square, she can’t shake the feeling that she wants children of her own. then again, she had that chance. she had the opportunity to be a parent of sorts, even if it wasn’t official, but she missed out on it. she said no. it’s too late, now. she’s got a career to focus on, and she doesn’t have a single clue who she would co-parent with. after all, she’s not really in any sort of relationship right now, nor has she ever really been. there was that one dude in college, but even then, they just made love in the bathroom of some stupid college dive. that doesn’t count. so all she could do is brush those feelings aside, try to focus on her work, ignore all external stimuli, and wait until she can finally come home. after all, there’s no reason to get attached to a stupid place like this, right? as of now, that’s the only thing holding her over.

alright, so that was her intro !! if you read all of that, you may be entitled to financial compensation, but if you’re a little nuts and you want more, you can find her statistics page here, her connection page here, and her playlist here. please feel free to like this post or message me if you want to plot. once again, thanks for joining ! i can’t wait to get to know all of you. let’s get this party started !!

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specterchasing-a · 3 years ago

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Unjust Trophies || Dani & Eddie

TIMING: Current (Yesterday)

PARTIES: @surmamort�� & @specterchasing

SUMMARY: Eddie has a weird way of showing gratitude after Dani saves his life.

CONTENT: Gore tw

Dani held onto her bag with one hand while she flipped through a magazine on the rack with the other. The customer in front of her was taking a little too long to get through their groceries. She let out a sigh and looked around, trying to see if there were any other lanes that were open. Dani noticed the green light turn on for one down the way and she hurriedly put the magazine away. All she needed to buy was almond milk and it was taking her nearly thirty minutes for something that should’ve only taken ten. Just as she was about to step inside the lane, somebody cut her. “Hey!” Dani whined, prodding at their shoulder. When they turned around, she was surprised to see Eddie.

“Oh, hey!” She hadn’t seen him much since high school ended, but had kept up with his channel-- mostly out of curiosity, and to see exactly what the other unseen side of White Crest had to offer-- plus, she wanted to make sure that he wasn’t sticking out his neck too far. “Sorry, I was just stuck behind somebody and they were taking forever.” She rolled her eyes before she set the milk down between her feet, her hands beginning to go numb from how cold it was. “How’s the channel? And yes, I do watch.” Dani said matter-of-factly. She may have only been able to catch episodes while at the university’s computer lab, but she did keep up with each video released.

Eddie ambled over to the check-out line, bag in hand. He made for an awful shopper, always forgetting what he needed to buy unless it was for Bucket. He gripped the dog food and, in his rush to return home, slipped past someone he didn’t see. Their prodding finger caused him to turn around in genuine confusion, but his expression immediately shifted to unfettered delight when he recognized who’d been poking him. “No, that’s totally my bad,” he confessed with a dismissive shake of his head. “I get major tunnel vision in places like this and forget how to be, y’know, considerate.”

“You watch my channel? Dani Edwards watches my channel—color me flattered,” Eddie said in mild disbelief, a hint of pride shining in his eyes. “It’s going really well, actually. 1.5 million subscribers isn’t too shabby.” He realized he was edging too close to bragging territory for comfort and quickly switched gears. “What about you, how’s adult life going for White Crest’s resident mysterious loner?”

“Of course, dude.” Dani smiled at him. She looked past him to the cashier who was ringing up somebody’s pears. “That’s awesome. See, you don’t even need Crestians.” Though, she knew that he did, considering the content he explored was centered in the hot spot. She stuck her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and nodded at his dog food. “What kind of dog do you have?” Every day, she was closer to adopting one and just bringing it home. She was old enough to sign at the shelter-- and maybe she could argue that that one annoying French hunter had one he took with him on hunts, so why couldn’t she?

The cashier coughed loudly and Dani looked past Eddie again, noticing that now she was free to take his groceries. “I think it’s your turn.” She smiled and leaned down to pick up her milk. She glanced to the side and saw the rack of gum lined up. She snagged a spearmint and held it between her thumb and index finger, flicking it against the half-gallon of milk as she waited for Eddie to be finished ringing up.

“Maybe not,” Eddie mused. “But I thrive off of hometown support.” Not that he received much. Despite how many subscribers he had, not many of them were from White Crest. The majority of Crestians preferred to pretend his content didn’t exist, so it gave him a nice boost of confidence when one occasionally acknowledged his work. “Oh! A Pomerianian—his name’s Bucket and he’s essentially the center of my universe,” Eddie said, partially speaking over his shoulder as he walked towards the cashier. It didn’t take long for her to ring up his one and only item, but he remained nearby to wait for Dani.

“Thanks for letting me go before you, by the way,” he said with a cordial smile. “Maybe, I could return the favor by walking you to your car? Safety in numbers, y’know? You never can be too careful in this town.”

“Bucket,” Dani mouthed as Eddie turned around to turn his attention to the cashier. She listened to the rhythmatic beeps of the scanner and smiled at Eddie when he offered to walk her to her car. Dani refrained from explaining that she’d be giving him safety. “Oh, sure.” Instead, she placed the almond milk down on the conveyor belt and waited for her turn.

As she stood behind him, she glanced outside towards the parking lot-- visible enough. The sun hadn’t started to dip yet. Then again, the likelihood of being attacked in a supermarket parking lot… Dani didn’t finish the thought, hopeful that things would stay normal for once. She pulled her wallet out of her backpack and began to thumb out a five dollar bill. When it was her turn, she quickly paid for her milk and followed behind Eddie. “How old is Bucket by the way?” She asked innocently, always interested in other peoples’ dogs, seeing as she couldn’t have her own. The parking lot was mostly empty, save for the sense of existential dread that washed over her.

While Dani went through the motions of checking out, Eddie busied himself by rocking from heel-to-toe and carefully examining a rack of magazines. As soon as she joined him, his feet carried him to the door. “He’ll be…” Eddie paused to do some quick mental math. “5 in a few months. I got him as soon as I—”

Eddie’s sentence was interrupted when a snarling man with weathered and sallow skin took hold of his sweater. He threw Eddie to the ground, promptly descending upon him with ill-intent; the bag of dog food burst open as it hit the ground. Eddie struggled beneath his weight. “What the fuck? What the actual fu—” This time, he’d been interrupted by his own jaw clenching as the man’s teeth began closing in on his neck.

Dani cursed under her breath. Of course every time she hoped for something to go smoothly, it didn’t. The snarling wasn’t unfamiliar, but something she hadn’t heard in awhile. It was rare that there were starving zombies roaming White Crest, especially in town. Dani jumped into action as the zombie reached for Eddie.

The humanoid figure slouched, half of its face rotted. The smell curled around her nose, enough to make her gag, but she repressed the urge. She immediately reached for the collar of the decaying zombie’s shirt, yanking him away from Eddie. “Get the fuck off of him!” The zombie stumble-walked backwards, knocking into a nearby car. It began to gargle, its arms outstretched towards her. Dani used all of the force she could and chucked the almond milk at its head. It exploded on impact, giving Dani enough time to turn back to Eddie. “You-- we-- We need to go. Now.”

As Dani yanked the zombie off of Eddie, its nails raked against his forearm hard enough to draw blood. Almond milk sprayed the area while he stared at the wound in disbelief. He didn’t know much about zombies, least of all that zombieism could only be transmitted via bite. As far as Eddie was concerned, he’d been handed a shiny new species to look forward to once he wound up on the wrong side of the grass.

Dani shouted orders at him, bringing him out of his thoughts, and Eddie quickly scrambled to his feet. “My car’s right over there,” he pointed to the cherry red Mini Cooper S across the parking lot and took off after it, hoping Dani would follow. If she didn’t, he hoped she wasn’t done offering instructions. Eddie had questions he needed to ask her, they couldn’t part ways now.

“Car. Yes. Go.” She looked over at the red Mini Cooper S that he pointed to and nodded. It wasn’t her truck, but it’d do. Dani hadn’t ever mowed down a zombie with her truck before, and a part of her was disappointed that she wouldn’t get to try. She followed after Eddie closely, turning to look behind them as the zombie scrambled towards them. Gee, they were a lot faster than in the movies. Once they got to the car, Dani waited on the passenger side door, but the zombie had stumbled after them. She was shoved against the car, unhinged jaws snapping open and closed at her neck, just as it had to Eddie. Now, not only did it smell like rot, but it smelled like almond milk, too. Disgusting. It was strong, but she was stronger. She had noticed that it was missing large chunks of flesh from its arms and face, showing teeth, sinew, and abhorrent gore.

“Dumbass, you can’t do shit to me.” Dani struggled once as she felt herself get pinned against the door. She lifted her forearm in defense as the starving zombie aimed for her neck. Even she wasn’t immune to a torn jugular. Instead, the creature caught her arm with its teeth. “Oh, fuck you,” She seethed. She twisted slightly from its weight and grabbed the back of its head. With all of her force, she slammed it against the top of the car. Brain splatter and fluids coated the roof and her shirt, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t dead, not yet. She heard the door click open and Dani took the opportunity she needed. She wrenched it open as the slobbering zombie bent towards her, aiming to take another bite. She swiftly pushed the zombie into the door and crushed its already rotted head off of its body. It rolled into the passenger seat with one final guttural groan and Dani looked at Eddie. “Sorry. Pop your trunk.” She couldn’t just leave it in the parking lot, not where somebody could find it. It was already bad enough that Eddie had seen her in action. She awkwardly dragged the zombie backwards, looking over her shoulder as she did so. It wasn’t until then that she noticed the blood coating the sleeve of her sweater. Whatever. She’d deal with that later.

While Dani struggled with the zombie, Eddie struggled with his keys. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated in quick succession as they slipped out of his shaking hand, hitting the asphalt below with a pathetic jingle. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees and collected the keyring, but the sound of Dani being pushed against the passenger side of the car nearly made him drop them again. He caught sight of her and the zombie through the windows, his heart beating wildly in his chest. At the store entrance, she somehow managed to pry the zombie off of him, but its jaws were closing in on her now. Eddie thought Dani was about to die, and he couldn’t move a single muscle in his body. He was useless.

Instead of succumbing to her undead assailant, Dani shouted something that made Eddie’s brow furrow. “Dumbass, you can’t do shit to me.” Her words echoed in his mind a few times before the pieces fell into place. Fear receded in pulsing waves as he rose to his feet and unlocked the door, opening it to give Dani access to the passenger seat with the click of a button. Before he could duck into his seat, he saw Dani grip the back of the zombie’s head. Eddie instinctively lifted his arm to cover his face. Gray matter painted the roof of his car on impact. A few errant chunks clung to Eddie’s jacket sleeve and hair. “Oh, what the fuck, Dani?” he shouted in disgust. He whipped his arm to try and persuade the rancid meat to make friends with the ground instead of his clothes.

“No! No, no, no,” he pleaded, pressing the heels of his palms against either side of his temple, as Dani played executioner with his only means of transportation. A zombie’s head was in his passenger seat. Eddie looked at her with incontestable annoyance. “Sorry?” he parroted with unfettered bewilderment. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I drive this car everyday, Dani. Everyday. You’ve got super strength at your disposal, but you couldn’t give the car two feet away from us the honor of being anointed with rotted head guts instead of mine?” He exhaled sharply and fell into the driver’s seat. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Eddie popped the trunk. He knew better than to say no to a hunter. She likely wouldn’t do him any harm considering he was only human (for now, anyway,), but the last thing he needed was a hunter who had a bone to pick with him. He knew too many supernatural beings to invite that particular brand of bullshit into his life.

“That smell is never going to come out,” he groaned, wiping his hands down his face. “This is my life now.” He slammed his door shut and turned in his seat to face Dani at the rear of the car. “Where are we taking this guy, anyway? Do you have a usual spot for this kind of thing, or is it time for a little improv?” Once she was inside the car, he would begin unleashing the more important questions.

Dani quickly (and efficiently) dumped the headless corpse into the trunk. She then retreated to the passenger side door, ignoring the look that Eddie sent her way. She had just saved his life and he wanted to cock an attitude? She let out an annoyed breath before she picked up the head, cradling it as if it were a small infant. She dropped it into the trunk with less care and slammed it shut. She hung outside of the door for a moment, assessing the damage that’d been done. She didn’t have a lot of money, but if she told Lauren she needed a chunk of change for something, she was sure to get it. She took off her sweater, revealing a tank top beneath. Her arm was smeared with blood and there was a small indentation there. Again, whatever.

“It will, don’t worry.” She’d cleaned enough surfaces to know that the smell of zombie guts didn’t last forever. She quickly cleaned up the seat as best as she could before rolling her sweater in on itself, holding it in her lap as she climbed into the car.

She looked over at Eddie once inside and pursed her lips. “So obviously since you know shit about ghosts, you can take a look and understand the pieces of what just happened without me having to explain it to you,” She held up a finger to keep him from talking over her, “I won’t answer your specific questions because you shouldn’t even fucking know this shit in the first place, but--” She reached over and took a look at the scratches on his skin, “doesn’t look too bad.” For somebody like Eddie, Dani didn’t think to correct him about his hopes that he’d become a zombie. Instead, she rolled a window down and looked out into the parking lot. It didn’t seem like anyone had seen them. If they did, they were probably too terrified to come forward.

“I’d just…” She paused. “Appreciate it if you didn’t go telling anyone about this. Namely, your Youtube channel.” She gave him a cold look, “This isn’t shit to fuck around with. You could’ve been seriously killed back there.”

So, she saved his life, big deal. Eddie didn’t ask for a savior of any kind, least of all one who talked to him like he was some burdensome child; out of his depth and exasperating the adults who knew better. He realized he had a long way to go and a lot to learn, but that would never happen if people kept doing their level best to keep him ignorant. “Yeah, I’m not a moron, Dani.” he said, his brows knitting together in frustration. A trace of despondency settled in his eyes. He hated this feeling, this imposed inadequacy. No matter what, he would never be allowed to do the one thing that made sense to him, and he couldn’t figure out why. No one had an answer for him beyond ‘it’s dangerous.’ That just wasn’t good enough.

Eddie rolled his eyes at Dani’s assertion. She took his arm and examined the wound along his forearm before he could pull down his jacket sleeve. He didn’t know what her morals were as a hunter, she could very well nip a condition like his in the bud while she had the chance. “Doesn’t look too bad?” he repeated with sincere confusion, soon after realizing she must know something he didn’t. Maybe zombie scratches were only effective when Mercury was in retrograde, or maybe the zombie in question needed to have gotten a haircut the Tuesday before an attack for it to turn someone. Eddie didn’t know, how could he? To people like Dani, people who had answers, he was persona non grata. “Great.”

With a sigh, Eddie put the key into the ignition and started the car. An unexpected laugh broke free from his chest. “Yeah, I’m kind of aware of that since I experienced every second of him trying to eat me in brilliant Technicolor.” He shot a sideways glance her way, his smile already failing, before his gaze settled on where he was driving. “I’m gonna ask you to do me a favor, Dani. Should you come across me in a situation like that ever again, don’t be a hero.”

Dani did not, by any means, expect for Eddie to jump for joy and slobber over the fact that she had saved him. She preferred it when people kept it lowkey, but the irritation rolling off of him was hard to miss. Had a near death experience done that to him? Maybe it was the fact that she had splattered zombie guts over the top of his car, into his door, and onto his seat. She stared a beat of a second too long. She forced herself to breathe through her nose. Maybe a bad idea, because it was starting to smell.

She slumped back in the seat, not sure what to say. She looked down at her hands, covered in gore. She wiped them again on her already ruined sweater and chewed the inside of her cheek. When he snapped at her, she froze momentarily. What the fuck was going on. She blinked a few times. Maybe it had been a bad idea, getting into his car. Maybe she should have just dragged the corpse to her truck. It wasn’t that far away anyways. Even if she wanted to leave now, she couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t speed off.

The Eddie that Dani had met in the grocery store was absent now. He had seemed more grateful that she subscribed to his Youtube channel than when she saved his life. People in this town had some fucked up priorities. “Mm, can’t do that for you.” She leveled with his gaze, her own skin growing hot with the altercation that was taking place. “It’s my damn job to keep people out of trouble. Do you not realize that?” She lifted her arm to show the zombie bite. “This could’ve been you. But it’s not. I don’t understand what your fucking deal is. Did you want to die?” She looked out the window and forced out a laugh. “What would have happened was you would’ve gotten your jugular torn out. Then what. You give it a couple hours, maybe overnight. You come back, like that,” She jutted her thumb towards the trunk where the corpse laid, “And life as you know it is over. You eat and kill innocent humans, just like that one tried to do to you.” She felt her voice begin to shake, “So I’d appreciate it if you chilled the fuck out. I don’t know if this is you upset because you nearly died, which, okay-- Understandable, but I don’t deserve this bullshit.” She slapped her hands to her knees and shook her head. “I don’t know what the fuck I did to piss you off so badly. Sorry I used your car as a fucking weapon, I guess? But it’s not like I’m not going to not pay for any damages caused, so if that’s your concern, then--” She took a deep breath. Another mistake. God, it smelled. “Then I’ve fucking got it, okay? I was just trying to protect you.” Why the fuck was she getting so worked up over this?

Between Dani’s condescension, the rancid smell of rotted skin tissue giving him a formidable headache, surviving a near death experience, witnessing the death of something that used to be human, and discovering that the scratch was likely nothing more than a potential infection in the making, Eddie was having a pretty bad day. He liked to think of himself as a generally friendly and upbeat kind of guy, but this felt like too much for him to brush off.

Eddie gripped the steering wheel firmly as his passenger retaliated. She raised her arm and he made it a point to keep his eyes on the parking lot. “Money? Is that what you think this is about?” he snapped at the end of her diatribe. “I don’t want your money. I don’t want anything from you.” His jaw clenched and his shoulders ached with tension. “You killed a zombie, congratulations! The guy was fucking starving. He used to be someone, now he’s a pile of putrid flesh in the back of my goddamn car.”

He thought about Morgan, how she resented the quip he made about her eating human brains. She took the subject seriously enough that jokes were off the table. To think, someone might do to her what Dani did to the zombie mere minutes ago, it was unforgivably unfair. For all he knew, Dani herself might run into his undead friend and put a brutal end to her. If she did, he knew who the real monster would be.

“And you’re so full of shit, not every zombie is a mindless husk hunting down innocent humans. Which, by the way, fat chance they’d ever find one even if they were.” Dani’s dogmatic viewpoints twisted Eddie’s already churning stomach into knots. “I don’t give a shit that I nearly died, it happens. I give a shit that someone I used to think was alright turned out to be one of the most reprehensible people I’ve ever known, and you proved it in less than an hour.”

Maybe it was her fault, Dani thought. To think that everyone would think the same way she would. She’d be immersed in a life that wrote BEWARE against every terrible creature that White Crest, or the world, had to offer. She felt her skin start to crawl. The way that Eddie was looking at her was the same way that Jeanette looked at her when she made a mistake, or when she asked a question that had an obvious answer. Her mouth tasted like iron. He was upset with her for saving his life, and for killing that zombie. It would have killed him, and then Dani would have had to watch somebody else succumb to becoming something monstrous-- something they truly didn’t understand.

Everything she wanted to say before, it died on her tongue. If you show anger, they’ve won. Did that count with humans? Arguing the worth of something that, at the end of the day, wasn’t worth arguing about. At least, not in this regard. Eddie sounded like Bex, only angrier. “Eddie,” Dani warned. She ground her teeth and gripped the door. Why did these humans, these people with rose colored glasses, decide what was right and what was wrong? Why were they so hellbent on protecting, or showing mercy to these things that tried to kill them? Dani wanted to scream at him, to tell him to wake the fuck up. She wanted to show him the countless maulings she’d been forced to identify before she could stomach it. She wanted to guide him to the families who lost their loved ones to these creatures-- the ones who didn’t turn, the ones who were dismembered, the ones whose hearts were eaten, who had nothing left behind to reignite, to stand up on their own two feet.

Dani hated the way that he looked at her. Who was he to pretend? He hunted ghosts on his stupid Youtube channel, big whoop! There would have been danger there, Dani realized, but at this moment it didn’t matter. She had been taught to kill before anything else. Before she had even been taught to love. She didn’t know what kind of life Eddie led, which was why she didn’t snap back. It’s why she kept her mouth shut as he berated her. She continued to ground her teeth, pulling the skin of her cheek between them. She could taste the blood now. It was hot and loud in her mouth. She sat there, stunned. Heart loud in her ears. The smell of the zombie curled around her nose and all she wanted to do was get out of there.

She didn’t dare cry. She didn’t dare show weakness. Dani instead nodded. “If that’s what you think, but it’s still my job.” Her chest was tight. She wanted to scream, to pound her fists against the very thing she’d just killed. What could have been something simple turned into something outright disastrous. “My truck is on the other side of the parking lot.” She steeled herself further. She was no warden, but she felt herself made of iron; every insult, every disgusted sneer sent her way, pushed deep. Deep into the blood that ran through her veins. Killer, killer, killer. It was written all over Eddie’s face, what he thought of her. She couldn’t care. She wouldn’t care. He was some stupid kid with a camera who threw himself into things he didn’t understand. She wouldn’t cry. She couldn’t.

Eddie nodded silently and guided the car into the parking spot next to Dani’s truck. He clenched his jaw to keep himself from going on another acidic tirade. As much as he wanted to be a voice of reason, he knew some people couldn’t be swayed. In a way, he felt bad for Dani, knowing she would never see the redeemable side of the supernatural and how worthwhile it could be. But his anger outweighed his pity. He put the car in park and popped the trunk. “Don’t forget your trophy,” he said.

#c: dani #wickedswriting #writing #unjust trophies #// i am ETERNALLY grateful to ci for letting me explore this side of eddie #even if it is not at all how i hoped he and dani would get along #unfortunately not everything goes according to keikaku #gore tw

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moonhurts · 4 years ago

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𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 . please repost – don’t reblog, thank you ! answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

001 . what is your otp for your character ?

on this blog? i find isaac gets along really well with a large array of muses, but i’m an enormous fan of the ship compatibility with dani @dangeress. isaac and daphne get each other. it seems to cross over into multiple universes with the kind of ease i am very pleasantly surprised by.

002 . what are you willing to write when it comes to shipping ?

pretty much everything. enemies to lovers, childhood friends, starcrossed, domestic, bad/good, soulmates, tragedy... 99% of the time, i’m up for it. i will never be up for writing isaac cheating on his partner, however. he just... wouldn’t do that.

003 . how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable ?

i write isaac predominantly in his early to mid 20s, and i cannot see him dating anyone who isn’t also in their 20s. as for canon interactions where isaac is still in high school, only characters in his year cohort would be considered for crush relationships.

004 . are you selective when shipping ?

sort of. i don’t need chemistry testing in-character before plotting out a ship, i just need an ooc conversation to see how we bounce off of each other plotwise! isaac definitely has a type when it comes to partners, but i’ve made those details pretty obvious over the years on this blog. if you’re new here, his type is either 1) soft-hearted and deserves the entire world, or b) can kill him and he will say thanks. there is no in-between.

005 . how far do steamy moments have to go before they are considered nsfw ?

the removal of clothes, basically. and to be honest, that’s generally when i will fade-to-black on this blog -- if it ever gets that far lmao.

006 . who are other characters you ship your character with ?

i’m assuming this is canon oriented, in which case, literally everyone in canon except for erica and derek. i am extremely dubious about shipping with stiles, but have done so in the past, so it can be done here, if i have a mutual understanding with my rp partner.

007 . does one have to ask to ship with you ?

not... necessarily. if by ask, you mean replying in tags to me during a thread like ‘these two are flirting hardcore’, sure, that’s all i need. usually, we can tell when there’s chemistry, and i just let my character do whatever the heck he wants. to be frank, isaac is the vodka of teen wo/lf and mixes well with everyone. he finds everyone hot (within his age bracket), so... take that on board. feel free to ask me if you’d like to 100% clarify where his attraction stands though! i’m always happy to goof ooc about my idiot son.

008 . ship obsessed, or ship more-or-less ?

i’m predominantly here for the plots, not the ships. ships are just happy accidents that coincide my main goal: to write an interesting interaction between multiple characters, in a world that is so far removed from my own. i love character exploration.

009 . are you multi-ship ?

i am, though i hesitate to ship with duplicates, as i do not want to mistake interactions between different blogs, or seem like i’m not writing something unique.

010 . what is your favourite ship in your fandom ?

for isaac? i don’t know. i used to have otps, but now, with the ageing of this blog, i’m a lot less certain. i like the idea of cora or malia for him from a canon pov, and do believe one of those ships might’ve been endgame in other circumstances. i used to love the idea of scott and isaac, but s4+ murdered that when they chose to forget isaac exists.

011 . finally, how does one ship with you ?

send me a gifset and ‘wow this is isaac and ________ ’ and i’ll be there with bells on. i love chatting about dynamics ooc.

TAGGED BY : no one, i’m a rebel.

TAGGING : anyone, i’m a pal who will vouch for ya x

#╰ ♡ 01. this is a fine place to have a nervous breakdown. ╱ OOC TAG !#╰ ♡ 04. today sucks. i’m going back to bed. ╱ PSA !

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lovinbeats · 5 years ago

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what’s up . it’s ur girl sunny (she/they) !! i am a complete disaster most of the time but here i am !! i LOVE red velvet and just yeri in general tbh ... she’s my babie . i’m excited to get things started on here so feel free to message me here or on line for plotting !!

dani’s stats can be found here , but i’m still working on a biography for her ( that will come one day i promise ) . she loves books and coffee and can typically be found at grindr either working or not --- perhaps she has an addiction to coffee .

dani's life was typical of any other middle - class family's . the youngest of two ; parents who were too busy to pay any attention to their child and an older brother who , at six years older than herself , had no interest in the young girl .

her first year of education was less than desirable . she acted out , threw fits beyond belief , screamed for attention that she was never given at home . diagnoses were thrown in her direction , medication pumped into her like her life depended on it . she became a lifeless mass , a child without a personality . it was decided that she would finish out her education in a private school , starting from the age of six .

she spent years in this setting , class sizes so small she never did learn how to interact with others . she became a hermit , shying away from interactions and always having a nose in a book . she still yearned for the attention that her parents gave her brother , the beloved son they'd always wanted . she lived out lives she could never dream up on her own in the pages sewn into bindings that fell apart at her fingertips .

she'll never forget the night her brother answered the phone , voice cracking like he'd just woken up . maybe he had , it was two in the morning after all . she'd been invited out , a young fifteen year old girl who just wanted to fit in . and after hours of pretending to be someone she wasn't , she called the only person she knew wouldn't scream in her face for all the horrible decisions she'd made .

he never did show up . she'd walked home that night , confusion and anger heavy on her heart . she thought of all the things she'd say to him when she saw him next ; she didn't know she'd never see him again .

it was hard on the entire family , on the entire town . star football player who had gotten himself a full - ride scholarship to harvard . he was destined to do so many things . after his death , everything changed .

her family was no longer typical , her mother became addicted to presecription painkillers and she wasn't even sure her father was the same person anymore - everything made him so angry . they blamed her of course , for dragging him out that night when he'd been far too tired to drive . she blamed herself more than anyone , hated herself every minute she was alive and he wasn't .

she was angry . she was angry at her mother and father for losing themselves , she was angry at the town for painting the dead boy into a spectacle to be gawked at , she was angry at her parents for never giving her the comfort she needed - for always blaming her with such hatred . she'd killed their precious boy . she was mostly angry at herself , for never missing him .

all she knew was anger . soon enough , she was kicked out of her academy - fighting on school grounds . dani's anger found itself manifested in her songs - songwriting always her best outlet even as a child . she met cole in the midst of her rage , and found herself enjoying his company more than she'd like to admit . something about him seemed to calm it all a bit . joining his band was the last puzzle piece she knew she'd been missing .

adulthood came in a flash and she knew it before her 18th birthday even arrived - she'd not be welcome for as long as she was a legal adult . there were too many painful memories there . no parent wants to see their child's killer every day .

wanted connections

roommate - just as it sounds . dani placed an ad to find a place to crash for a while but it turned out to be better than she’d thought !!

older brother’s best friend - dani’s older brother was a social butterfly , known as one of the town’s nicest . after his death everything was so awkward and the town began to separate themselves from the family - his best friend was one of them , but never lost touch with dani .

like two peas in a pod - dani spends so much of her time at grindr , she forgets that she should probably be a decent human being and talk to her friends . this muse doesn’t seem to mind though and often joins her in her unproductive daydreaming escapades

no ‘ miss proper ’ - don’t be fooled . the private school life in stone harbor was , if anything , a way for parents to just say they were trying new methods for their children who ‘ couldn’t succeed in a traditional environment ’ . code for : ‘ i have a ton of money and a child who won’t stop screaming at the teachers ’. once dani was kicked out , there were no other options - she was forced to attend the high school she so dreaded . nothing was worse than hearing the pitiful sorry after sorry when they’d come to find out who she was ( more like whose sister she was ) . this muse didn’t seem to notice at all , and also happened to be one of the only people who didn’t mock her for her previous education , assuming her to be ‘ miss proper ’

#stone:intro #im sorry this is literally such a mess i did not ... proofread . fjasdlfjasf #im also so tired like how am i alive rn. its friday after finals week fjasdlkfjasdf #will go through opens tomorrow and maybe write my own tomorrow ?

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thelittlefanpire · 6 years ago

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Writing Process Tag Game

Answer 10 questions about your writing process, then tag 10 writers whose process you want to know more about. The point of this game is to have fun.

just searching for some fun tag games and I ran across this post from @therska and @writing-is-ruining-my-life on tumblr. thanks for sharing!

1. How do you get your story ideas? How do you know when something is worth writing and when it’s just a fleeting thought or fantasy? Tell us the origin story of one of your past or current WIPs.

How do I not get my story ideas? every movie, tv show, song, book, real life experience, or daydream can be turned into an AU for a fic. the ideas literally never stop coming.

it has been exactly nine years to the day since I published my first fic and I’ve only published a total of 10 fanfics in those 9 years. sooo most things are a fleeting thought. I’ve really gained a lot of inspiration and confidence since joining the 100 fandom so I’m hoping I can start making these dreams a reality.

origin story for my Hocus Pocus AU: Oct 1st I decided I wanted to write a halloween story. Oct 2nd I decided on Hocus Pocus. Bellamy as Max, Octavia as Dani, and Clarke as Alison. and then I found a tweet about these two characters who dressed up as Muggles and then everyone started turning into their Halloween costumes so the guys were kinda sol. And then BAM! I wrote 16.5k words in less than a month.

2. What are your writing tools of choice? Are you picky? Do you have specific brands you like? If you have neuroses in this department, we want to hear about them.

my poems always had to be in a marble composition notebook and were written with a black pen. my stories were always written on my laptop.

now everything’s on my iphone! the notes app for poetry/ideas. Pages App for outlines. Google Docs for the actual story.

3. Where and when do you write? Morning? Dead of night? Your bedroom? The park? Paint us a picture of your usual surroundings when you sit down to write.

I write on my iPhone because I have three kids. I’m ususally jottings down ideas and words as they come to me. As I watch my kids play at the park or in the backyard, when I’m putting them to sleep or their watching Super Wings! But I do most of my writing in the dead of night. The baby still wakes up and takes a bottle once or twice a night so sometimes I’ll feed her and then stay awake writing until the sun rises. #momlife

4. Do you ever encounter writer’s block? If so, how do you overcome it? Any tips to pass on to other writers reading this?

YES. I published my last TwiFic in July 2011 and didn’t write my first BellarkeFic until May 2018. I would start a few stories, get about 4 chapters in and then that was it. Plan a few stories but be too scared to type the first words. I couldn’t finish anything and I was too scared to publish unfinished!

And then one night I stayed up from 2-6am and wrote almost 3k words!

In the time that I’ve had this “writer’s block” I’ve graduated from college, gotten my first big girl jobs, had some bad hookups, got back together and married to my ex, moved out of my parent’s house and out of my home state and across the country, and had two more kids.

Basically I’ve lived some lifetimes. Put some more experiences under my belt. And I found my voice again, refreshed my muse, and started writing 100 fanfic.

Greatest writing I advice I can give is from Ernest Hemingway, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Just write it! Like Nike.

5. Do you outline? If no, why not? If yes, what kind of outlines do you make, and at what point in your writing process do you make them?

My outlines look something like this, ok:

title | brief summary | what type of AU/what kind of story is this | table of contents/idea list / character bios / and then I just write whatever comes out.

lol i mean basically. it’s usually in that order too.

6. When and how do you edit? After the first draft? During? Do you have a method, or is it kind of a free-for-all?

I try to just write at first. then I turn on Grammarly. I reread and reread until I’m sick of it. Read it out loud. Listen, I’m not the best at editing so I’ll be happy to hear everyone else’s methods.

7. Is there anything about your writing process that other people might consider to be unique or weird?

I always have to have a title. And I always have a huge folder of inspiration photos / moodboards on Pinterest. I can get kind of obsessed and won’t start writing until I have those two things covered. lol

8. Do you ever take breaks from writing? For how long do these breaks feel rejuvenating, or do they stress you out? Give us a sense of what life is like when you’re not writing.

Writing for me is a sprint, not a marathon. I don’t write every day. I take breaks between fics. I try to read a lot when I’m not writing. Or I just wait for that inspiration to strike in the middle of the night.

Life when I’m not writing? I look at my writing a lot. Look at my ideas. Read over some dialogue. Look at my Pinterest boards. Think of new ideas.

9. When do you first start writing? Why? What’s changed since then, if anything?

I first started writing poems in High School. 9th and 12th grade English had really big poetry projects. I wrote poems to capture my feelings. 2009 I discovered fanfiction and started writing stories! I can’t say that very much has changed since then.

10. Anything else you want to tell us about your writing process?

I don’t listen to music when I write. I’m more visual so i need the Pinterest boards. I really don’t like people looking at my work until it’s finished, but I love the feedback.

tagging my favs again : @the-most-beautiful-broom @blueshirtbell @eleanor-sheleanor @asroarke @youleftme-clarke @pawprinterfanfic @grumpybell @ponyregrets @bettsfic @anniebibananie (and anyone else! I would love to hear your process, too!)

#tag #tag you’re it #about thelittlefanpire #thelittlefanpire fics #writing process #long post #tlfcelebrates9

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ktwrites · 6 years ago

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First Lines Meme

RULES: List the openings of the last ten stories you published (or however many you’ve published). Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends.

Thanks for the tag @thescarletgarden1990!

1. We Rule Together

“What are you thinking?” Jon asked as he pressed a kiss to Dany’s bare shoulder.

They lay together in the bed in her rooms within Winterfell’s Great Keep, buried beneath the bed clothes and heavy furs. He had dozed after they made love and when he awoke he felt somewhat disoriented. It did not take him long to remember knocking on her door that night and her opening it up to him, silently granting him entry into her chambers and shutting the rest of the world out behind him. For over a fortnight they had scarcely said a word to one another, outside of council meetings, after Bran revealed Jon’s true parentage and Daenerys had discovered she was with child.

“You’re awake,” Dany observed, glancing over her shoulder.

“Aye,” he nodded, giving her a sheepish smile. He had spent many a sleepless night since they arrived at Winterfell, since the simple world they created for themselves had come crashing down about them, and their lovemaking had left him sapped of his strength.

2. You’re the Right Kind of Madness

The caves of Dragonstone were deep and dark, but he had a torch and they had been inside them dozens upon dozens of times. Each time, the cavernous enormity amazed her just as it had the very first time they had explored it together. It was a special place to them. They could be alone there, away from even the Queensguard who seemed to follow them about like pups.

3. Uncharted

Dany shut off the faucet and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She hoped the sound of the shower had drowned out the sound she was making as she heaved the contents of her stomach into the toilet. For the third morning in a row…

“What’s wrong with you?” She muttered aloud, chancing a glance at her pale reflection in the mirror.

You know what’s wrong, she thought. She had the symptoms, it was true. Sick in the morning, her period was late, beyond tender breasts that seemed slightly larger, but none of that should have mattered. It simply wasn’t possible. The doctor had told her as much when she was in high school. She had told Jon there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in Dorne that she could get pregnant. Surprisingly, he hadn’t cared. It was the reason they hadn’t bothered with condoms and why she wasn’t even on the pill. And yet...all the signs were presenting themselves. There was a chance she was pregnant. This was wholly uncharted territory.

4. His Old Shirt

She was up before Jon. Of course. Dany always had a hard time sleeping the first night in a strange bed. That fact, together with visiting Jon’s family in his childhood home for the first time was more than enough to make her toss and turn. Now that she was awake, her stomach felt faintly nauseous. She couldn’t say the same for her fiance. Jon was still blissfully asleep.

5. Love’s Labors Lost

Daenerys lay on a borrowed bed and wept until her eyes were dry and her cheeks were tear-stained. She had tried to sleep, to follow the Maester’s orders to rest, but every time she closed her eyes she could not help but recall the events of the day. Her mind raced, her body hurt, and her heart ached. She wanted Jon by her side. She tried to keep her mind busy with attempting to figure out how long it would take a raven to fly from Casterly Rock to King’s Landing and how long it would take Rhaegal to make the journey.

6. Dragonriders

“No!” Dany said looking up from her desk to where her husband stood in front of her.

“Why not?” he questioned.

“I told you before, she’s still too young.”

“She is not. Aemon was four when he first rode Drogon with you.”

“That’s different.”

“It is not,” Jon tried to reason, placing his palms flat on the desk as he leaned close to her. “And you know it.”

“What if something were to happen to her? She’s so small.”

“Are you saying you don’t trust me, my love?”

7. Papa’s Special Day

“Ma...ma! Mama!” Aemon babled as Daenerys lifted him from his cradle. He’d be a year old in just over a month and he was already starting to outgrow his first bed.

“Good morning, my love,” she cooed and kissed his silver-blonde hair. It was starting to form loose ringlets the longer it grew. Just like your Papa’s, she mused. He was hungry, she knew, as she sat down in the rocking chair by the large open window that overlooked the Gullet. It was just before the hour of the nightengale and the sun through the east-facing window was just peeking up over the horizon. Dany sighed as her son suckled at her breast, knowing that soon he would be too old and she would lose the quiet time alone with him. She had turned more than one head when she insisted on nursing him herself. It was not something queens did, she was told, but Daenerys Targaryen was no ordinary woman and she would be no ordinary queen either.

8. What’s in a Name

“Papa, am I named for Aemon the Dragonknight?” Jon’s oldest son asked him as he tucked the boy into bed.

It had been a long exhausting day, but a joyful one as Daenerys had brought his second son, Eddard into the world. Both mother and child were asleep, at least for the time being, and the duty of putting the two eldest Targaryen children to bed fell solely to Jon. Most nights, Dany and Jon would see their children to bed together. It was a simple, but something the queen insisted on. She might be the most powerful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, but she always made time for her family first and foremost. It was something Jon loved her even more for. Neither one of them had grown up ever feeling like they truly belonged to a family. Now that they had their hearts desires they took nothing for granted.

9. The White Raven

Daenerys blinked open her eyes and shivered in annoyance. It felt like she had finally just fallen asleep after tossing and turning for hour after uncomfortable hour. Sunlight was already seeping through the curtains, but she hoped she could still steal at least another hour of much needed rest. Both Sam and the midwife had confirmed that her third child would be born within the next two weeks, but Dany wished the child was already there.

10. The First Time I Saw Your Face

“There you are,” Jon said, walking into Aemon’s bedchamber. His nearly two-year-old son was fast asleep against his mother’s chest.

“Looking for me?” Daenerys asked, her voice hushed as she ran her fingers through her son’s silver-blonde curls and rocked gently in her chair.

Conclusions:

I like to open with dialogue. Not ALL the time, but oftentimes I really like to “jump” into the action because many of my fics are sort of a look into the Jonerys family. Speaking of which...I LOVE TARGLINGS. Little Targlings, Grown up Targlings, you name it. I love the Jonerys Family.

tagging: @too-much-jonerys @tomakeitbeautifultolive @muttpeeta and @thesparkles59 If you’ve got time to waste and you want to do this.

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sweetpeaprompts · 7 years ago

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Consequences Part Ten

sweet pea x oc

song inspiration: ocean eyes- billie eilish

warnings: fluff, this chapter is super soft, some Veronica bashing. (I love her so much but for the sake of this chapter shes a b-i-c-t-h-...ignore my vine reference rip vine.)

word count: 1.5k

summary: dani, FP’s daughter with another woman is finally going home to southside and staying there for good. she’s glad to be back with her brother jughead, best friends toni, and fangs, and her something more than friends, sweet pea.

masterlist:

part ten:

Sweet Pea’s POV:

Xxx

Riverdale’s Northside sucks, what else is new. The school though is great because you’ve never gone to a school with working… well everything. The teachers seem to actually care, the textbooks are unmarked and legible, Hell even the desks are in pristine condition and not bolted to the floor.

That being said the students leave a little to be desired. Their prejudice isn’t masked behind smug smirks anymore. Their hatred is blatant and their fear is palpable. Being at this school is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to us but you won’t just roll over to some Northside pricks who think they’re better than you and your friends just because you are from the other side of town. You’ve been in fights that you hadn’t started but you certainly ended. Of course you were the only one punished for said fights but like you said,, you won’t just roll over and take it.

That doesn’t mean you want to just give up on education because despite what people think you’re actually quite smart and this may be your chance to get you and Danielle out of Riverdale. You both don’t want to leave the Serpents because they’re your family but you also don’t want to be drug smuggling the rest of your life just so you can get by while some already rich bastard gets even richer. You want to go to college, you like numbers… math comes so easy to you that you’ve already been placed in advanced calculus. You think maybe you’ll be ok with some boring 9-5 job if it brings you and Danielle some stability. You see a real future with her.

You’re brought out of your musings when Fangs and Danielle join you in the student lounge. You all have a free period so you mostly spend it together. Toni has a free period but she’s usually off with Cheryl. A weird development that’s for sure because Cheryl used to be the Queen of Hating Serpents but if anyone can change someone’s world views it’s certainly Toni.

Dani sits on the couch beside you, snuggling deeper into your side. Another thing you like about this school is that it’s easier to show PDA to your beautiful girlfriend. Dani leans over and kisses your cheek and you inhale her perfume. It’s the Sweet Pea perfume from Bath and Body Works that you got her ironically and she hasn’t stopped wearing it. You take in her outfit too, she’s wearing blue jean shorts, a white long sleeve with her ever present Serpent jacket except this one is her dark jean one instead of her leather.

You smile down at her and continue on with your conversation with Fangs, after about twenty minutes you look down at what Dani is doing that’s kept her so enraptured. She’s reading a book of poems and writing notes. She must be writing a new song.

“What are you doing baby?” you ask, and smiles up and you and your heart clenches. God you love her.

“Writing a song. There’s a talent show coming up and I hear that Josie and the Pussy Cats always wins or more recently Veronica Lodge.” she grimaces at the name. “I wanted to write a song and perform.” she finishes with an insecure smile. She’s the baddest most confident woman you know but when it comes to her singing she always gets so insecure.

“Oh yeah whats the song about?” you ask her. “You.” She responds simply.

“Oh yeah? You writing a love ballad about me or paying ode to my sexual prowess?” you smirk.

“Ha ha. Very funny Sweets.” she rolls her khol lined eyes. “If you must know I read this poem by Anna Uhlich. It reminded me of you…”

Fangs rolls his eyes at how lovey dovey you two are and goes back to texting a certain boy on his phone.

“It goes like this: ‘my eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.’”

You smile at her, “What does that mean to you baby?”

“You’re so passionate and despite how you portray yourself all your emotions are expressed through your eyes. Everytime you look at me I fall in love even more, you’ve got me stuck in your ocean eyes.” She whispers that last part and for a few seconds you forget you’re at school.

The moment is disrupted by none other than Veronica Lodge herself. “Aww how cute,” she coos giving you both a grin like the cat that got the canary. “I see you signed up for the talent show… I didn’t even know Serpent Scum had talent.” she bites. You see Danielle squeeze her fists together in anger and you can feel your face grow hot with rage.

“Jesus Christ Veronica. It’s a high school talent show. Are you really so threaten you resort to playground insults.” you look up at Betty in surprise. You knew that the blonde was dating Jug and you knew she was ok with the Serpents but you never thought she’d stand up for one.

“B, what the hell?”

“No V, you’re being ridiculous.” Betty grabs Jugs hand and goes to sit down on the chairs beside you. “I think you should leave if you’re going to be like that…”

Veronica’s face looks almost comical. Her look of shock quickly forms to anger as she turns tale and walks away.

“Thanks Betty.” Danielle smiles.

“Anytime.�� Betty responds. You scratch your head, thinking about how you just saw a new friendship bloom.

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Two long grueling weeks later, (You’re still not used to all this school work) you, Jugs, Betty, Fangs, Toni, Cheryl, Kevin, and even FP are sitting front row in the schools auditorium waiting for the talent show to start. Dani has been working so hard on this song and she hasn’t let anyone hear it yet.

A few people perform, a little magic act here, some dancing there. Josie and her Pussy Cats sing some obscure pop anthem about sex and girl power that really gets the crowd going. They’re talented, you’ve gotta them that that.

Veronica and Archie are next on stage singing Mad World which is boring but decent. That is until she just storms off stage. Always with the dramatics.

Lastly Dani heads to the stage, her electric piano is being set up. You hit Fangs in the chest in excitement because you love your girl so much and you are so proud of her. Toni grabs your hand and grins from ear to ear.

“Go Dani” Fangs and Toni yell followed by some whistles from FP and Jugs.

She takes a seat and you see her inhale a big breath.

“Hi everyone, my name is Dani Jones and I’m going to be singing a song I wrote…”

The music starts, it’s some and melodic. Dani hums out some notes, fingers tapping away at different effects on the keyboard.

I've been watching you

For some time

Can't stop staring at those oceans eyes

Burning cities and napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

Your ocean eyes

You catch a subtle gasp in your throat. You knew she was an amazing singer but this soft tune written just for you is beautiful. You think back to the poem she described to you.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

I've been walking through

A world gone blind

Can't stop thinking of your diamond mind

Careful creature made friends with time

He left her lonely with a diamond mind

And those ocean eyes

The tempo gets a little faster and your entranced.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

Knowing she wrote this song specifically makes you melt. I mean yeah you’re a tough, hardened Serpent but something about this small black haired girl makes your palms sweat and your knees weak.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

Yeah… this is love.

Xxx

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beaniegara · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @demonsandthebois & @demonproofboi! thank you, beautiful people!! <3

Rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

Last

1. drink- water.

2. phone call- something work-related, I think? like, I answered the phone at work.

3. text message- a friend answering my “why are you online at 6″ message to her lol (it was too hot to sleep, she said.)

4. song you listened to- currently listening to summertime sadness by lana del rey (totally on a lana del rey high these days).

5. time you cried- I don’t.. remember? it must’ve been a few weeks ago, maybe a couple of months? but I did get teary-eyed watching some episodes of hannibal these days.

Ever

6. dated someone twice? nope.

7. kissed someone and regretted it? nope.

8. been cheated on? nope.

9. lost someone special? I mean, I lost my grandma when I was 4 and she was raising me? but I don’t really remember anything, my brain deleted everything from that time, so I’m gonna say no.

10. been depressed? clinically, 9 years ago. on and off since then.

11. gotten drunk and thrown up? nope.

Fave colours

12. orange.

13. lime green.

14. purple? pink? I can’t pick one kmgfkdjgfks

In the last year have you…

15. made new friends? yup!

16. fallen out of love? technically, yes.

17. laughed until you cried? many times.

18. found out someone was talking about you? not that I can remember?

19. met someone who changed you? not to sound like an ass but I think every person changes me in their own way!!

20. found out who your friends are? I kinda already knew. didn’t change much.

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list? nope.

General

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl? probably not even 1/3, I keep unfriending people from school kkkkdjskgfdjk and I’ve been talking to people online for the better part of my life so there’s a lot of internet friends there!

23. do you have any pets? nope :(

24. do you want to change your name? I wish I could take out one of my last names (I have two). hate that part of the family.

25. what did you do for your last birthday? uhh, spent some time with my mom and aunt? I don’t really celebrate my birthdays but they do so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

26. what time did you wake up today? 6-ish, almost 7am.

27. what were you doing at midnight last night? I think I went to bed around that time, after lots of reblogging gifs of the bfu episode kjfdsfdkkg

28. what is something you can’t wait for? can’t wait until I’m well off and don’t need to study/work doing stuff that makes me so uncomfortable (ie, dealing with people).

30. what are you listening to right now? 1cm pride (live) - mamamoo.

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom? uhm, don’t think so. we don’t get those here.

32. something that’s getting on your nerves – politics. can’t stand the state of things right now.

33. most visited website- tumblr but twitter is a close second.

34. hair color- brown, auburn-ish.

35. long or short hair- mine is currently short but that’s ‘cause I don’t have the patience for long hair, because I’d rather have mine long.

36. do you have a crush on someone? starting to. big time. (you know who you are!!)

37. what do you like about yourself? almost nothing but uhhh... I guess I could say I try to be as polite/kind as possible to people? D:

38. want any piercings? yesss, I miss my industrial piercing :c

39. blood type- O+. I think. it may be negative.

40. nicknames- naluh! most of my friends call me that. but two of them call me kagami, forgot to mention it last time I did this :D

41. relationship status- single.

42. zodiac- gemini! the best sign!!

43. pronouns- she/her.

44. fave tv shows- sherlock (quickly dropping, but for now..), dollhouse, the lizzie borden chronicles, the librarians. <3

45. tattoos- none, but I already have two in mind. I just need to hate my body a bit less lol

46. right or left handed- right.

47. ever had surgery? nope.

49. sport- I used to dance, and I still want to go back to it, but for now... none. I do like watching football (US soccer) though!

50, vacation- wish I could go overseas, maybe visit the UK? scotland, ireland, england?

51. trainers- I have (1) and that’s more than enough.

More general

52. eating- just had bread and cream cheese since we skipped lunch today lol

53. drinking- water.

54. i’m about to watch- trying to decide if I should catch up on a show or continue watching thelma.

55. waiting for- inspiration/muse. writer’s block sucks ass.

56. want- self-esteem and/or money, I’m not picky.

57. get married- maybe? I mean, it’d be kinda nice, but I’m not fixated on it. if my s.o. wants it too, then sure!

58. career- I’m a translator but I’m having my midlife crisis at 23 and I’d love to be something else like idk, a film director? a screenwriter? dana scully? can I be dana scully please.

Which is better

59. hugs or kisses- hugs.

60. lips or eyes- hmmm, eyes? maybe? [both_is_good.gif]

62. younger or older- you mean which one I prefer? makes no difference to me, I think? [both is good intensifies]

63. nice arms or stomach- uhhh, idk kkfdkdgjdkk stomach I guess?

64. hookup or relationship- relationship. but hey, whatever rocks your boat.

65. troublemaker or hesitant- these are so widly different, I can’t pick one ???

Have you ever

66. kissed a stranger- nope.

67. drank hard liquor- nope.

68. lost glasses- nope. I mean, I may have lost sunglasses? but it was one time, iirc.

69. turned someone down- yep. but I mean, drunk people at parties doesn’t count, I don’t think?

70. sex on first date- nope.

71. broken someones heart- I think I did, sort of.. I was in such a bad place that I walked away but she may have been way more into me than I thought at first.

72. had your heart broken- lil bit but nothing I couldn’t survive after months of moping around.

73. been arrested- nope.

74. cried when someone died- yup.

75. fallen for a friend- I mean, who hasn’t lol I had the biggest and gayest crush on a friend from school and to this day I haven’t told her (but I think she knew, I was pretty obvious - and dumb).

Do you believe in

76. yourself- nope. working on it, tho!

77. miracles- kinda? I mean, I do believe unexplainable things can happen, I just don’t think it’s thanks to a higher power.

78. love at first sight- nope. attraction at first sight, however... I’ve been there.

79. santa claus- kfsdgkfnfh lol no.

80. kiss on a first date- if both are willing, why not?

81. angels- nope. but I like the idea.

other

82. best friends name- jenny! bruna and dani would probably skin me alive if I didn’t mention them so yeah, them too.

83. eye colour- light brown/honey.

84. fave movie- chicago!!!!!!!!!!! and the babadook, and captain fantastic, and le fabuleux destin d’amélie poulain.

85. fave actor- I’m going with gillian anderson these days but I really like viggo mortensen, christina ricci, and amanda abbington too! <3

tagging @i-am-ghost-proof-baby, @thatmademadej, @ghoulboi, @heytheredemyons, @yaboibergara, and whoever wants to do it! (it’s fine if you don’t, tho.)

#txt #i love answering these #thanks for tagging me guise!!!

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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years ago

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“You Win or You Die” - M/M Game of Thrones/ASoIaF RP (email, 18+)

Hey, all! My name is Liz, I’m 30, and quarantine’s got me itching for fantasy. XD I know it’s not the big thing that it was several years ago (or even a favorite after last year >_>...), but I hope there’s still some people out there who’d like to toss around some Game of Thrones AU ideas with me! Let’s tweak the failures of the ending seasons or throw them out altogether and do something different! I am very fond of “everybody lives” AUs and flipping things around, haha. I’m also a fan of Jon/Dany ruling the throne together (after earning a happy ending, of course! Let’s have some fun! **I would also like to try a Jaime/Rhaegar pairing - maybe Rhaegar somehow survives the battle against Robert and goes into hiding, only to resurface years later? I’d love to play around with a broken, lost Rhaegar and a doubting Jaime in the aftermath of Robert (and Ned’s?) death! (Bold italic = a character that I’d prefer to play in a pairing Italic = I can play either character in a pairing) Pairings: Jon/Daenerys**** Robb/Theon Renly/Loras**** Jaime/Rhaegar**** ALSO Jon/genderbent!Daenerys***** Loras/genderbent!Sansa Jon/Satin Jon/Samwell**** Marvel/MCU Along with GoT, I’m also interested in Marvel! Specifically tales about our dear God of Thunder, Thor. I’d love to do something around the time of “The Dark World” or something like a warlord/jotun AU.. I have several more ideas (of varying depth and complexity, lol. Also perhaps involving Loki’s shape-shifting powers and/or some compromising positions….XD), and would love to discuss! Pairings Thor/Loki (also warlord!Thor/Jotun!Loki)*** BONUS Twilight I’m looking to scratch another itch that never quite got scratched. Namely, Twilight - but genderbent. Bella becomes Beau (or something else), and everyone gets aged up a fair bit, overall story changes, etc. I’m quite inspired by a line I was working once with a lovely partner that never quite got off the ground (and whose idea I was greatly inspired by), and I’d still quite like to explore it now. I’d love to do a riff on the books/movies, but going our own way (and, of course, tweaking things in the original that Just Didn’t Make Sense. **coughsparklingcough**) We definitely don’t have to hold to the ‘high school romance’ trope - in fact, I’d rather we didn’t! I’d love to do something with a college-aged male!Bella and an Edward who is, as well, aged up a bit - perhaps in their early-to-mid 20’s? What if the two meet, not as a result of schooling, but due to being co-workers? Or just out on the street one day? And there’s more of a focus on the murders going on in Forks? As well, what if the whole ‘vampire/werewolf rivalry’ doesn’t exist? Simply because I’d like to focus on the one main pairing (but wouldn’t mind having Jacob in as, like...a best friend? Actually giving him a personality outside of ‘romanceable person B’? Anyway, I’d just like to toy around with things and see what might come of it! Pairing Edward/male!Bella ~~~~~ Rules: Being 30, I can and do write smut. As such, I will only write with you if you're 20+. I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with talent or ability; it's simply a matter of comfort on my end. I'm also not into PWP/Smut for smut's sake. I like my sexy times to come up naturally in the narrative and help to move a story along. However! I am just as happy getting an R+ scene going and letting it fade naturally, if it's something we're both rather more comfortable with. I find that smut is not always necessary to make a good story. Similarly, I am looking for a partner that's mostly-literate (few spelling errors outside of typos, decent comprehension of the English language, some fair amount of detail in replies; something to work with). I myself have been writing and role-playing for 15+ years. My personal style is third-person paragraph-format (with a preference for past-tense, though I can do present-tense, if we decide together that it works better), and fairly detailed at that - especially when my inspiration is up. I like to explore my characters and their motivations just as much as the scene around them and the actions that they are responding to. I can write multiple paragraphs per post, but will happily match you, as well, depending on how the flow goes. However, I would ask that, at a minimum, you write one paragraph. Ideally 2-4 per post, but more is always welcome, and less is understandable. I know that dialogue-heavy scenes can be sporadic and choppy, and that muses don't always cooperate. That's perfectly fine! I just need something to reply to, and in return will give you the same! I try to reply at least once a day, but this can shift to several times a week, depending, as I do have a job, and my availability can fluctuate depending on how busy I am and how fickle my muse is. I freely admit this, and let you know that there is absolutely no pressure. I am a very chill person. If we can only get several posts per week on both ends, that's completely cool! We all have lives. More often than not, it will be at least once a day, even if it's just checking in and chatting through OOC just to work on plot or to chat about our day! I am looking for someone who enjoys plotting and chatting and who's not afraid to toss ideas back and forth - but, as well, who understands if one of us won't be around for a day or so. I'm looking for someone who, likewise, doesn't mind tossing ideas out at odd hours of the day/night and chattering just to chat because the rush of ideas is too much. Flexibility is great! Most of all, I just want to have fun! I'm very open and friendly, and will listen to everything you say. If there is something that bothers you, or you have a limit that we haven't gone over, please let me know! I'd like things to work out for both of us! As well, if you've reached out to me in the past and would like to try again (or even pick up an old thread), I happily welcome you to send me a message! I'm completely chill! Limits: Vore, toiletplay/bathroom, underage, bestiality. **Also please note that I WILL NOT reply to an email that's simply "hey wanna rp?". I don't mean to sound uptight but, sorry, no. I would appreciate a bit more effort than that, as it will prove to me that you have read my ad in its entirety. As proof that you have read this, please tell me the title of your favorite book. ^^ If you've made it through that huge thing, then thank you so very much for reading! Before you go, I have one more request to ask of you. When you contact me, please, please, PLEASE include: any ideas/plots you might want to work out, which character(s) you would like to play, your age and timezone, and any limits you may have. And, most importantly, tell me a little bit about yourself! I'd like to get to know you! (I have a Discord, as well, and would be more than happy to give it out if you decide you'd like to use it as a chat platform!) My contact information is: [email protected] If any of this interests you, I'd love to hear from you!

#multiple paragraph #para #email #marvel rp #mcu rp #submission

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caveartfair · 7 years ago

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These Female Photographers Are Redefining Masculinity

Portrait of Solomon Golding by Cat Garcia. Courtesy of Boys by Girls.

In 2009, following a year spent shooting female fashion models, London-based photographer Cecilie Harris fixed her lens on a man—and she never looked back. Today, her interest in male subjects has evolved into a popular biannual print publication, Boys By Girls, in which a generation of young men are captured exclusively by female photographers.

“It was an ‘aha’ moment,” says Harris of that first shoot. “Something felt very different, and very right.” In contrast to some of the women she’d photographed the year prior, the male model moved freely. And with less elements to play with, from hair and makeup to wardrobe, “you had to pull more from yourself as a photographer, and from your model, to get a really impactful picture.”

From there, Harris narrowed her focus to shooting menswear fashion, but something wasn’t quite right. “I was working with a lot of male editors and I felt pushed to photograph models in ways they wanted me to,” she says. This often meant focusing on her subjects’ physical attributes. And so, in 2011, she launched Boys By Girls—a magazine that invokes not the male body, but the soul.

William Stautberg and Colby Demarco. Photo by Danielle Levitt. Courtesy of Boys by Girls.

Portrait of Oliver Hayes by Sophie Mayanne. Courtesy of Boys by Girls.

Initially conceived as a coffee table book, the magazine chronicles today’s male youth as witnessed through the female gaze. In doing so, it unearths new conceptions of male identity, and fluid, open attitudes toward love, sexual relationships, and mental health.

This depth of observation is thanks, in large part, to the intention of the women behind the camera. The “female gaze” is most often thought of as a rebuttal to the “male gaze,” a term famously coined by feminist film critic Laura Mulvey in 1975. But within that equation, men are placed in another gender construct, one plagued by its own set of physical ideals. By getting to know their subjects and working to capture them in all their complexity, these female photographers are dismantling gender binaries.

Louis and Harald. Photo by Trisha Ward. Courtesy of Boys by Girls.

“The overall arc is to explore what it’s like growing up as a young male today,” says Harris. The most recent issue, themed Young Hearts, however, captures intimate relationships of all kinds, in Danielle Levitt’s photographs of couples spanning races, genders, and ages.

The resounding message that rose from the issue, says Harris, is the idea of being able to love whoever you want to love. In photographs by Nicola Collins, two boyfriends who’d met in an LGBT support group are pictured embracing in a bed of grass. “It’s a crazy concept,” one of the subjects, Matt Tyson, says of that prerogative in his accompanying interview with Harris. “It’s like; I like chocolate and you don’t, what’s the difference?”

And, reflective of softening gender barriers across Western cultures, Boys By Girls earnestly projects a more fluid image of masculinity.

Tyler and Dominic. Photo by Paulina Otylie Surys. Courtesy of Boys by Girls.

Photo by Doreen Kilfeather. Courtesy of Boys by Girls.

“One of my favorite questions to ask boys is ‘Do you cry?’” says Harris. “Most of them say ‘yes,’ which maybe if you asked a boy that 20 years ago they wouldn’t have said.” Indeed, throughout the issue, male subjects, including notable actors and models, confidently muse on their own expanding perceptions of manhood.

Tyson sees this change as rooted in the shifting position of women in society. The male fear of adopting feminine characteristics, he says, has a lot “to do with the fact that throughout history, and in our society, women are seen as lesser.” But those gender conventions are slowly being eroded.

In a feature written and photographed by Harris, British actor Thomas Brodie-Sangster, of Game of Thrones, recalls his first bike—a bright pink scooter—alongside soulful portraits that picture him in dapper ensembles, including a baby blue Marc Jacobs suit. “Every male has a feminine side,” he says.

Portrait of Bradley Phillips by Cecilie Harris. Courtesy of Boys by Girls.

Likewise, 22-year-old Canadian actor Connor Jessup is photographed by Dani Brubaker in intimate black and white portraits that show him climbing trees or delicately lounging in Levis. “I cry in public and I don’t give a fuck,” he says, “but I think there is still a large part of the world that holds on to this sort of broken and armoured vision of masculinity.”

Boys By Girls is fostering a more progressive view of masculinity, in part by acknowledging the damaging effects of gender constructs, and encouraging honest discourse around mental health. “Some publications, especially fashion publications, tend to focus on what’s on the surface, and glamorize things,” Harris says. She stresses the importance of tackling these topics head on, rather than glossing over experiences of anxiety, depression, or loneliness.

Portrait of Thomas Brodie-Sangster by Cecilie Harris. Courtesy of Boys by Girls.

Portrait of Martin Garrix by Cleo Glover. Courtesy of Boys by Girls.

In a feature on British singer-songwriter Zak Abel, who Harris photographed around his old high school, playing a piano or stretching out across wooden chairs, he opens up about our preoccupation with social media—and the toll it can take on the spirit. Elsewhere in the magazine, the young EDM star Martin Garrix, pictured by Cleo Glover in an intimate shot where he’s lying on a hotel bed, speaks candidly about loneliness on the road.

Perhaps the issue’s most striking spread pictures 24-year-old ballet dancer Solomon Golding, the first black male dancer in London’s Royal Opera House. “He’s half black, half white, and he’s gay,” says Harris, “and he doesn’t feel like he’s fully accepted within any of those groups.” Cat Garcia’s photographs of Golding, which show him stretching and dancing freely in the ballet studio or resting outdoors, celebrate his individuality.

Portrait of Connor Jessup by Dani Brubaker. Courtesy of Boys by Girls.

They challenge perceptions of what a ballet dancer can look like. But even more so, they’re a reminder to those following along, perhaps other young men who similarly straddle different cultural stereotypes, that they’re not alone.

“At the end of the day, when we as women photograph men, it is only our interpretation,” says Harris. Rather than project their views on their subjects, these women are providing a platform for young men to embrace their true selves. The more outward-facing this expression becomes, the more empowering a tool it can be for young men searching for their place in the world.

—Molly Gottschalk

from Artsy News

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