#i'm not being mean it is TRUE she is a fashion disaster

[eightyuh]

if i were to redesign ladybug's (imo) ugly suit i would maybe do something like this

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Nefera's Masterlist ♡

.・゜゜・ Welcome to my Fanfiction Library ・゜゜・．

ABOUT ME: Nineteen-year-old, she/her, obsessed with F1, Taylor Swift and True crime. I'm a CL16, OP81 and MV1 stan (in that same order). I write whatever unhinged ideas come to mind.

Max Verstappen:

wheel-to-wheel but still in denial: Max Verstappen and Y/N hate each other's guts. or do they? enemies since the day Max defeated Y/N at their very first Karting race when will these two just stop bickering and (in the wise words of Danny Ric) just kiss already?!?!

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys: Max only breaks the things he loves, but Y/n likes being broken if it means they can be whole together.

Charles Leclerc:

It's Not You, It's Your Pants: Girl roasts Charles Leclerc’s tragic pants online, then accidentally crashes into him in Monaco. Cue spilled coffee, fashion rants, and an existential crisis about how her life turned into a Wattpad fanfic in under five minutes.

Sign Here… Wait, What?!: Two strangers hit the courthouse for a ticket and a typo fix—next thing you know, they’re accidentally married. Chaos, a clerk who couldn’t care less, and a fiancée on the verge of a meltdown, convinced it’s all some evil plot. Spoiler: it’s not. "For the last time, Brittany, it wasn’t on purpose!"

Not a Golfer, Just a Guy in Love: Charles has no business on a golf course, but he’s willing to lose every ball (and his dignity) if it means getting her attention

Lando Norris:

From Podiums to Playpens: Lando and Oscar’s lives take a wild turn when an unexpected baby crash-lands at their doorstep. With zero parenting skills and all the wrong instincts, they bumble through diaper disasters and frantic calls, discovering that the only thing harder than winning a Grand Prix is keeping a tiny human alive!

Oscar Piastri:

From Podiums to Playpens: Lando and Oscar’s lives take a wild turn when an unexpected baby crash-lands at their doorstep. With zero parenting skills and all the wrong instincts, they bumble through diaper disasters and frantic calls, discovering that the only thing harder than winning a Grand Prix is keeping a tiny human alive!

Serving Up Some Chemistry: A quirky YouTube host invites rising stars Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri for a BBQ episode in honor of the Austin GP. Amidst hilarious banter and messy sauce spills, she and Oscar discover an unexpectedly adorable connection.

Carlos Sainz:

It's Always Been You: After a painful breakup, Y/N receives an unexpected drunk phone call from Carlos following the Mexican Grand Prix, igniting a whirlwind of emotions as he grapples with his feelings for her.

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[ctwinsduo]

hey hi hey! do you perhaps have cniki/ceret/cwilbur hcs? any of them r fine and if you dont thats okay bye!!!

I don't have much c!niki knowledge I'm afraid however I will give what little hcs I have (also credit to my buddy @cinn-namon for half of these Eret HCs, if you want more feel free to mug him /hj)

Wilbur

- Prone to singing or humming whenever given the chance, when there's an audience he puts So Much Effort into it but he'll do it when he's alone aswell - Her first instinct in most situations is to laugh, she doesn't mean to but it just sorta slips out regardless of the circumstances - By far my wildest Wilbur hc: Wilbur is a nature spirit- my basis for this is mostly Greek mythology. In Greek mythology it's common for the children of gods and immortals to be some sort of nymph or dryad (basically a nature spirit) and the concept of nature spirits is a really vast one that can range from "pretty lady found in Trees" (Dryad) or "Unidentified mystical energy" for my HCs I tend to use more of the ladder. So Wilbur is a physical manifestation of the wilds, basically a shapeshifter but add a connection to the world itself. In theory he has no "true" form but the form he took when he was born was just a straight up fox (later learned how to shift into a more humanoid form as he grew) - More thoughts on nature spirit Wilbur ahead: how she appears and how well she can hold her form is entirely dependent on her current state, because of this she changed a lot between L'manburg and Pogtopia :3 When she first came to the SMP she looked almost entirely human, save for a few "off" traits (strange eyes, fangs, slightly pointed ears, ect.) but when Pogtopia hit she changed rather suddenly, becoming more like Fundy in appearance. Ghostbur was just a straight up spectral fox, and post revival Wilbur always has a few fox-like traits showing that she can't seem to get rid of - All of their mannerisms are slightly off- they don't quite emote "right". When they're fully human they come off as oddly animalistic, when they're more animal-like they're weirdly human. They tried to play themselves off as at least Mostly human for awhile but gave up pretty quickly - Has no fucking clue what his species is because of the samsung smart fridge nonsense- honestly he just assumes that he was Born Weird. When asked he's always weirdly cryptic about it - God awful cook, y'know those posts about people fucking up their food in unbelievable ways? That's Wilbur. Do not let her into the kitchen she will burn water - Disaster bi, seemingly most attracted to people who are either actively against her or have done shitty things to her in the past and she Cannot be normal about it (See: all of the shit said about Schlatt, Eret, Quackity, the list goes on) - Touchy but only when they're in a good mood. L'manburg era they'd always be putting an an arm around someone's shoulder or ruffling people's hair, small acts of physical affection, but any other time they've actively shied away from touch unless it's initiated by them. This is mostly because they're easily overstimulated by touch (despite being incredibly touch starved post revival)

Eret

- Wither hybrid, they can shift to hide some of their wither parts. When they were apart of L'manburg they also played themselves off as human - Loves to bake and stress bakes when especially stressed out- I like to think her and Niki would often bake together - Looking directly into his eyes activates a person's flight or fight response, which is why so many people have gotten Jumpscared by his eyes in the past - Probably has one of the best fashion senses in the entire SMP and yet only really dresses up whenever someone is coming over (90% of the time she just lounges about in comfy clothes, we love a comfy queen) - His memory is absolutely god awful so he's prone to writing things down or- more often- taking photos. A lot of the pictures from early L'manburg were taken by him - The L'manburg uniforms were made with Tommy and Eret's combined efforts (Wilbur supervised and occasionally stabbed himself trying to help <3) - Sews all of their own clothes, they'd love to sew for someone else but they haven't gotten the chance to outside of the uniforms (if they did they'd probably make an entire wardrobe though) - She's the one that taught Tommy to sew :3

Niki

- Catgirl c!niki supremacy - She likes churus (the cat treat) and will eat them like gogurt - Being as close to Wilbur as she was she's absolutely heard way too much about all of Wilbur's awful crushes on their enemies (she can never look at Eret the same way again) - She has autistic girl swagger idk what it is but she just does. Has the most unsettling stare known to man (by complete accident) - Despite being a cat hybrid she enjoys playing around in local bodies of water, big fan of stomping around in rivers

[bassettmemes]

YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME. XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL. ↳ a collection of sentences from the Gossip Girl (2007) series.

"I'm not a stop along the way. I'm a destination."

“Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”

“If you’re going to be sad, you might as well be sad in Paris.”

“Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they settle for catfish.”

“Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop.”

“We’re sisters. You’re my family. What is you is me. There’s nothing you could ever say that would make me let go.”

“You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the crazy bitch around here.”

“Here’s my advice. Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas.”

“Don’t go all Notebook on me. Not now. I need you.”

“I have an idea for you: quit. Your boss is a bitch. Let’s go to lunch.”

“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.”

“We’re not servants to our emotions. We can control them, suppress them, stomp them out like bugs.”

“You need to be cold to be a queen.”

“Don’t let people tell you who you are. You tell them.”

“I didn’t come back for you.”

“I’ll just stay home, eat lots of gelato, and write about how true love is nothing but a myth.”

“I’d ask you how you are, but I don’t really care.”

“You know my mom: If it’s not broke, break it.”

“There’s something vibrating in your pocket, and I really hope it’s your phone.”

“I hate that stupid headband.”

“I remember everything you’ve read to me. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t really let go of things so easily.”

“I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself.”

“Earn the spotlight on your own merits. You’ll feel better.”

“Even if it’s the biggest kamikaze disaster of my life, it’s my disaster.”

“You are no one until you’re talked about.”

“When Prince Charming found Cinderella’s slipper, they didn’t accuse him of having a foot fetish.”

“I don’t read Gossip Girl. That’s for chicks.”

“So, actually, I’ll be living out my nightmare. Trapped in the city with only you to talk to.”

“She doesn’t know me. Nobody knows me. It’s cool. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, well, your fashion emergency was solved so I figured my work was done.”

“You can’t fight against who you are.”

“You gonna strangle him with your scarf?”

“You don’t just give up because things are hard.”

“You know it’s love when you start talking like an assassin.”

“I just want to be the person you can bring anything to.”

“Affairs with married people, threesomes — it just so happens everyone’s problems are within my area of expertise.”

“I just don’t get it. I organized everything the way she likes it. I mean, I even made sure my bowtie matched her dress.”

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with keeping your options open. I don’t think your parents are going to be mad at you for choosing your own path. Unless… they’re related to my parents.”

“Some might call this a fustercluck. But on the Upper East Side, we call it Sunday afternoon.”

“There’s a weak link in every chain, and it’s just a matter of time before this one snaps.”

“One thing about being on the top of the world? It gives you a long, long way to fall.”

“So we should just be anonymous losers who eat lunch alone and never get invited to parties?”

“Well, keep dreaming. Maybe one day she’ll actually know your name.”

“The sound of your own voice annoying you?”

“Even you should know that jealousy clashes with L.L. Bean pants!”

“I came to tell you in person. You win.”

“The only human contact that you don’t pay for is the people in this house.” 

“That’s not fair. Everyone’s topless on Valentino’s yacht.”

“You know you really put yourself on the radar tonight. Better not make that mistake again or you’ll pay for real.”

 “Don’t look now, but those are the JV mean girls.”

“He gave six girls from Nightingale gonorrhea of the throat last year.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it if it weren’t for your smear campaign against me.”

“If we wanted to have sex, we’d just go to a hotel.”

“You’ve come to my rescue enough times, let me help you for once.”

“I don’t need a guy to make me feel fulfilled, especially when he’s unavailable.”

[miraculousficsarchive]

Blueberry Sugar

Chapter 1: Not Exactly a First Meeting

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Marinette busted her ass all day every day and no one could deny that. Having it be your parents diner and all, you'd think that would mean you could slack off sometimes. Marinette? No way. She put 100% of herself into this job regardless of what was thrown at her. She always said, "Being a waitress isn’t for the faint of heart". Between the teenagers that try not to pay, couples who fight, and old people who think they're entitled to free food because she got their order wrong -which she totally didn't do but whatever- it was hard to keep a smile on all day. Mari managed. And truth be told, the only thing that kept her going was her school. Every paycheck she got, most of it went towards her tuition. After all, the best fashion school in Paris wasn't cheap. Sure, balancing classes and shifts at the diner and superhero work is a pain in the ass. But if she could just break into the industry, this would all be worth it. All the disaster tables she had to clean, every child throwing food on the floor, and all the awkward old men hitting on her would all pay off. Don't get her wrong, being Ladybug is a dream come true and all, but it doesn't pay the bills.

So in the meantime, her home is DC's diner.

Her long hair was pulled into a large bun on top of her head, bright red ribbon keeping it in place. She smiled at the young woman in front of her as she paid her bill and left the diner. The second the door closed she dropped her smile and her head, leaning across the counter.

"Alyaaaaaa, I'm dead."

Her friend laughed from across the room.

"You and me both. Look at this mess. What's with kids throwing food everywhere? I think I stepped in macaroni."

Marinette perked up and examined the bottom of her own shoes.

"Gross."

After Alya was done cleaning the floor and Marinette had finished wiping countertops and tables, Alya took off her apron and said goodbye to her friend. Mari always stayed late to close up, partially because she's the only one that her parents trust to do it, and partially because she liked the quiet after a long day of noise.

As she said goodbye to the cooks and started counting the register, she heard the chime of the front door opening. Not looking up from the money, she called to whoever walked in.

"Sorry but our cooks just left. We're closing up."

"Awe man, I heard you guys have the best pie here. I was aching to get my claws on some."

Marinette's eyes whipped up to see big shoulders, blonde hair and cat ears.

"O-oh! Chat Noir!"

She quickly stuffed the money back in the register to count later. Fixing her uniform and hair, she motioned for him to sit at the counter. What was he doing here? Did he find her out? She thought he'd gave that up years ago. They haven't talked about secret identities in forever. Did he follow her here? He's supposed to be on patrol right now.

"We still have some left. What kind would you like?"

His eyes grew as he sat on the stool in front of the pie shelf.

"Blueberry, of course. Gotta start with the classics."

He flashed her his signature smile and she had to force her eyes away before they rolled into the back of her head. She grabbed him a slice and set it in front of him.

"Hope you like it."

He took a bite and looked her in the eyes.

"This is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten."

As much as she would try to deny it, her face started to show a hint of pink. She smiled and suddenly found interest in the strings hanging from her apron.

"Thank you. They're made in house every morning. The blueberry is my favorite to make."

He planted both hands on the counter and leaned forward.

"You made this?!"

She laughed and nodded, watching him shovel a big bite into his mouth.

"I'm glad you like it."

"Oh, now I've gotta try them all. How late can you stay open?"

Marinette put a hand on her hip and pointed at the menu on the wall above her. He followed her finger to see a list of prices for the wall of pies behind her.

"Heroes only get one free slice a day. You buying?

He gave a nervous laugh and his ears bent down.

"Oh. I forgot my wallet at home."

She crossed her arms and smiled.

"Sorry, Mr Noir. Our pies get donated to charity every night, and as far as I can tell, you're not needy." She gently poked his chest as she spoke, a little surprised with how firm it was. Was he flexing?

"You donate your pies? That's really nice."

She turned back to counting the money in the cash register to avoid his gaze.

"Yeah. We always have leftovers and it's not right to throw them away. We take them to the nearby community center and they're given to people that are struggling."

He looked at her as she closed the register and then scribbled on a piece of paper. She ripped it off and slid it over to him.

He picked it up to see an address.

"Feel free to swing by sometime. I'm sure they'd love to meet the famous Chat Noir."

He smiled and tucked the paper into his bell.

"I just might take you up on that, Miss-" he leaned in to read her name tag.

"Marinette."

Her heart skipped a beat when her civilian name fell out of his mouth. This was weird. Did she like hearing that? Surely not. He was annoying. A good partner? Yes. But still annoying. Why did she invite him to the community center? They shouldn't have contact as civilians. It's dangerou-

"Are you here every day?"

She realized she'd been standing there silent and nervously flashed him a smile.

"Uh, yeah. Just about."

"Well, it looks like I just found my new favorite pie place."

He walked to the door and waved as he extended his staff. He placed it on the ground and put one foot on the side of it.

"Goodnight Marinette!"

Fully extending it, he launched himself into the night sky.

Mari quickly ran over to the door and locked it, leaning her back on the door as if it would prevent him from returning.

"What was that!?"

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[greatandquestionablecontent]

In Which Aubrey Introduces the Crew

Have you been wondering who in the world all these #stop eldritch fracking 2k25 characters are? What kind of names are Sparkplug and Jetlag anyway? Well here they all are, through the lens of a totally nonbiased narrator.

AuspiciousAubrey:

There’s a reason the whole “trans furry stoners run the internet” is a meme and it’s true and rooted in history and all that but I’m not here to tell you about queer history, I’m just gonna say that I wasn’t shocked to not be the only trans person in this crew, and I wasn’t shocked to learn the hackergirl named Sparkplug had a catsona she wanted programmed in to the AR. It be like that. And that was before I met Lexan or even Genesis.

But y’know finding out that this place is half run by a nonbinary 22 year old who’s gotta be on SOME kind of spectrum, well it explains why we got more than the token diversity hire.

Point being, lots of hot queers running around in rad suits and Jetlag even said he’d rig me up a prosthetic dick with some extra science magic. Who doesn’t want a bionic cock they can whip out in a LARP to hatefuck ur catgirl rival?

That’s what’s in it for me and Raegan. We’ve been doing paintball, lasertag, airsoft wars; she did archery and I did zombie apocalypse LARP camp every summer. Hot queers in cool outfits beating each other up. Adrenaline, drama, sadomasochism, fun, etc. I mean, it’s more about the drama and adrenaline for me, but Raegan donates blood as a hobby and is always getting beaten up at some kink party so yeah, we thought we knew what we were getting into.

Raegan and I met online and then she hauled off out of Nowhereville, West Virginia in her shitty truck and we’ve been best friends ever since. Friends with benefits, disaster roommates, but whatever. We fuck too often for it to be fully platonic but we’re not like, in love. I’m aro and she had herself two girlfriends when we were in Vegas, and they were a handful. I'm glad that's over, honestly, and I wasn't even in the polycule. Raegan’s a handful, herself. Hell, so am I, but in a different way.

Raegan’s whole thing is that she’s got the personality of an ambitious meth addict, but she only does coke occasionally at parties and doesn’t have a particular ambition. I mean, she’s always GOING. Two jobs, two girlfriends, two dogs, a billion hobbies, volunteers, and unwinds by undergoing controlled bodily harm. She’s nuts and I just like to have a good time. Lexan likes that about her, cause Lexan’s a workaholic with no life, and they’re the same age, and sometimes I think I’m just here as part of Raegan’s package deal. I fit the bill well enough for the job, I show up when I’m paid, but Raegan’s interesting and devoted and has all these weird skills.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not jealous. No way do I want Lexan calling me in to work extra shifts doing some random vehicle repairs at two am. I don’t trust Lexan. Not like I think they’re a creeper or anything, but I don’t trust them the way you don’t trust your landlord or your CEO on principle. The way you side eye any blonde, white, blue-eyed nepo baby whose uncle owns the very land you walk on. No one needs that much power and responsibility as a 22 year old college drop out. They’re a genius, sure whatever. They don’t think much of me either ‘cuz I’m not busting my ass and giving 110% at every damn opportunity.

That said, when my binder got torn in a game session once, they got a spare of theirs out of their locker for me and it didn't fit me but I haven't forgotten the thought.

So yeah, that’s three of us.

Sparkplug is so pretty, tall and thin and leggy, with a pink undercut and a super fun fashion sense. She looks like she walked out of a rave. Huge props to her for being thirty and showing up to work in cat ears and getting everyone to take her seriously anyway. I’ve got a bit of a crush on her in a “I hope someday you wanna bang behind a set-piece when I get my new bionic dick” way not like “let’s date” way. She's quiet, though, and sometimes gets drowned out by the loudest of us. All I know about her real life is she used to be a wildland firefighter, and then did IT in Seattle for a while.

And Jetlag is on the behind the scenes side of things, and he’s cishet, but he’s chill. He’s in his late thirties, early forties maybe? Filipino, says he's never been to the Philipines. I’ve literally never seen him without a baseball cap on. We made a little blunt rotation circle, him and me and Livia and Raegan, even though weed isn't really Raegan's thing.

Livia seems so chill, and never says anything alarming in the blunt circle, but she’s Lexan’s girlfriend and like, basically an adopted nepo baby? North’s favorite little boss’s pet. I dunno about her. She’s like the polar opposite of Lexan. She always smells like weed and has that tie dye yoga pants Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt combo look going. She’s an RN turned secretary. My age, and she's second generation Mexican American too, except she actually speaks Spanish. She’s got nipple piercings. Between her and Lexan, ALL the chill went to her and Lexan got NONE of it. They pro’lly need her to keep them sane though.

But I won’t be shocked if Livia and Raegan end up fucking around, especially now that Raegan is ubersingle. Do you think she and Lexan are poly? I bet Raegan knows. I’ll ask.

So, who else...

Gillie, Mack, North, Hattie, pro’lly someone else I’m forgetting.

Gillie’s cool as fuck. Everyone thinks so, and we’re all objectively correct. Lexan and I see eye to eye on that — we both want to be Gillie but neither of us stand a chance. Forty something "I don't care, use any pronouns" butch dyke who’s got the brains, the brawn, and -- uh, well, we’ll get to her other whole thing another time. Gillie’s seen and done shit. They make the rest of us look like silly babies, but they're nice about it. Gillie could kill us all easily and not just in game. She’s usually lab though.

Mack is the antonym of cool. Dr. W. Mackenzie who signs literally everything that way, so that you NEVER FORGET he has a PhD, and he has a conniption if you call him Mack, which is why half of us do it. Insufferable. Nerd king and not in a fun way. Smartest guy ever trademark but fucks up pronouns like he’s never taken an English class. I wish he wasn’t behind the scenes so I could punch him in game.

Hattie’s like, the only normal one here. Which is kinda sad because she told me she feels so out of place, being the only Deaf and Black one. But she’s just some mom who has a normal job (since when is this a normal job?) and treats it professionally and doesn’t get all up in anyone’s business. On the divide between stoner gamers and workaholic nutjobs, she’s an exception. She’s like someone you meet at any office, looking nice in business casual and modest jewelry and answering the phones and tapping on the computer with her fancy nails. Her ex-husband is a school teacher so the kid lives with him during the summers.

And there’s North, of course. Like I said, I don’t trust him on principle. He’s a white dude in his fifties, maybe, owns the whole company, somehow has even more of a stick up his ass than Lexan does. He struggles with pronouns sometimes but he tries, I’ll give him that. He calls me 'he' most of the time, and occasionally she. Ironically, he misgenders me way less than Lexan, because 'they' just goes over his head somehow. And I don't think he's ever called Sparkplug anything but 'she.'

Oh, and the weird Canadian guy. He’s just really into the AR. He gives me the creeps but Raegan says he’s not that bad if you got thick skin. He’s a great sniper though, ex-military. You want him on your side in game.

And Genesis is always underground, literally. I've never met Genesis, and I'm starting to think I never will.

And that’s our whole happy little family.

[ugharghugh]

"Heck."

"Milord?" asked the Crone.

"Hecky heck heck heck!" continued Hector as he began to pace around the room.

One of the attendants whispered to the Crone, "the king has been trying not to swear. He doesn't want his child to learn bad manners."

"So," Hector said as he paced back and forth while stroking his beard, "according to the stars my son is destined to kill me?"

The Crone shook her head sadly, knowing what would come next, "I am afraid so. The stars are clear that this boy is destined to kill his father and king after he becomes a man."

The Crone had seen these prophecies unfollow time and time again. The father would get angry and attempt to have the child killed only for it to fail in some fashion or another and then in twenty years the child, now a man, would return and kill their father. A tragic tale but there was nothing to do about it but watch it play out.

"Wait," Hector said as he abruptly stopped pacing, "he has to kill me right?"

"He will kill you, yes."

"Once he comes of age?"

"Once he becomes a man, yes."

Hector went quiet.

The Crone knew of king Hector's reputation. Called the necromancer king. He raised an army of skeletons that did his bidding. Sold his soul to a demon for power. Conquered the entire kingdom of Cosara.

On her way in she had seen the army of skeletons in the city. And the new mother was clearly a demon, with bone white skin and black horns.

Yeah this will not end well, the Crone thought to herself.

At least the child themselves was fairly quiet. Happily nestled to their mother's bosom. Unaware of what was going to happen next.

"It's perfect!" Hector suddenly exclaimed, shocking everyone.

"Hecy please!" his wife replied, keeping her voice as low as possible, "you'll wake him!"

"Sorry Desi…" Hector replied, "I got excited by a plan I just thought of."

"Oh?" she replied.

"Yes!" Hector seemed excited, instead of angry. The Crone had never seen this reaction before.

Hector began to explain himself, "ok so since my son is supposed to kill me that means…"

Hector paused for dramatic effect, "no one can kill me!"

The room immediately fell silent.

Desi spoke up first, "dear, I love you. But what?"

"I just told you! I'm now unkillable!"

"Hector, that is not what she said. Almost the opposite actually."

Desi was holding their child protectively, no doubt worried that Hector would soon be trying to grab them.

“But didn’t you hear? ‘My son will kill me’, not anyone else! Not my rivals, or some wannabe hero, not disease or disaster. Only my son!”

Desi blinked a few times, thinking over the idea.

She relaxed her grip on their son, “that’s a good point. Assuming the prophecy is true.”

Desi sent a look over to the crone, who realized that she was being questioned.

“The stars are never wrong. They may be fickle, but they are never wrong.”

“See! The stars say only my son can kill me! And even then only once he reaches maturity.”

This was definitely new to the Crone. No one had ever taken the news of their demise and noted that it meant they had to die that way. It’s kind of obvious now that the Crone thinks about it. Probably could have saved a lot of trouble if more people had looked at the prophecy that way.

Hector continued to expound, “this means I can get away with so many of my plans! The new irrigation system using an aqueduct, that crazy idea of a dedicated messenger service, and I can finally rest easy without worrying about assassinations!”

As Hector began rambling on about all the opportunities this afforded him Desi and their son slowly drifted back to sleep.

you're far from the first king to receive the prophecy that your new born child would cause your death. Where your story diverges is when instead of tossing the kid to the wolves, you are driven to be a kind & nurturing father.

[stanzoeywade]

Queen B Girls pt 2 (feat. Rosie Hughes)

Our brand new hyper-fixation, aka the only one brave enough to go head to head against Poppy Min-Sinclair.

Who exactly is she?

Unless you've been a hermit for the past year, and have no clue who miss Hughes is, allow me to get you up to speed.

Where do I even begin?

Her first day in Belvoire was iconic, donning a Henley shirt straight out of Target, and as Poppy would say she looked like the epitome of a back to school Target ad. (Sorry Rosie, but your outfit choice was not it.) However despite her brave, but tragic sense of style she still had the gall to confront resident bitch Min-Sinclair.

Needless to say, newbee Hughes managed to snag every social rejects' hearts due to her down to earth persona where she became an overnight sensation. The elites loathed her whilst the normals absolutely adored and idolised her. Whereas Poppy was feared by the campus, Rosie was beloved by the masses. As she stood up to the blatant elitism plaguing the halls of Belvoire, that no one else had the courage to do so.

Despite her newfound fame, our lost little lamb had no clue about her sudden rise to stardom. She was clueless about the T, and to be honest I'm quite offended by her lack of knowledge.

Anyways, despite becoming popular, her demeanour did not change. She was still approachable and friendly, in contrast to Poppy’s barbed personality, Rosie was a breath of fresh air.

Her dispute with Poppy ended in victory, in which she is now the shepherd to Belvoire's flock. The irony of it all, who knew a farm hand could be our queen?

The whole award show was a disaster, but I've got word from a reliable witness that the two archenemies were seen sneaking off before the winner was announced. Y'all know what I'm talking about so don't don't pretend you don't know. Also, I'm looking at you Ohio, the captain of the Rosie and Poppy ship. 😏

There are also some really blurry photos that have since been deleted under the behest of the Min-Sinclair heiress, in which they were seen by the fountain having a full on make-out session. I mean to be fair, the sexual tension is visible, and there's a fine line between love and hate. Opposites attract, and in this case the polarisation of their clashing personalities seemed to have let them find each other, like magnets, but instead of repelling they were pulled towards each other. They have much more in common than what meets the eye. The two of them basically have the whole of Belvoire on their shoulders so maybe in the midst of it all they found kinship with each other?

Oops, I got a bit side-tracked but hey, it's not my fault that their relationship has so much flavour.

Okay, back to Rosie.

Her style has changed from Henley toting to Octavia Olivier couture. Rumour has it that our queen has bagged herself a role as one of the models for this upcoming fashion week. She's listed as a model in Octavia's line-up. I, for one am looking forward to it, whether she sinks or swims. It'll be entertaining either way.

Although, she's our beloved queen, it still doesn't deter her from being an absolute dumbass. Don't get me wrong she's lovable and all but her sheer stupidity is baffling. I mean this in the nicest way possible but, I guess you kinda have to be a dumbass to stand up against Poppy, so? 🤷‍♀️

Miss Hughes is also new money, which must make it all the more humiliating for Poppy, who comes from a distinguished family that dates back to the early days of New York. Therefore, it's no surprise that she went all out to try and make Rosie disappear, I mean she went from peasant to multi-millionaire. I'd be pissed off too if a clueless fool comes to my turf and snatches my crown with just a wave of their hand. Especially since Rosie doesn't seem to realise how lucky she is, but it's not about me. It's about the fact that dreams do come true so if you're one of the social rejects reading this, then there's a slim chance (maybe 0.00001%) of going from trash to class.

Anyone who's reading this would be lying to themselves if they haven't been charmed by Rosie, I mean, all of Poppy's clique seem to think that Rosie's not bad, judging from the fact that they were all seen going out together. - Oh, to be popular and rich in Broadway. - In fact I'd say she's charming enough to attract the likes of Benji, who's obsession landed him a small stint in jail, expulsion and a restraining order. (three birds with one stone, but hey it was deserved.)

Her sarcasm is also unmatched, seeing as most her banter with Poppy seems to be backhanded compliments, if not downright insults - is that sexual tension I smell in the air? - their small squabbles are legendary. Get you someone who argues with you but then gives you a tender look when they think no one is looking. 😏 Yes, I'm talking about you Rosie, no one looks at their enemy that way.

Despite her easygoing and carefree nature, Rosie is actually pretty reserved, opting to spend time in solitude. It's not a secret that she hates the pedestal that's she's on, which I don't understand because if I'd literally kill to be in her shoes. However, there are few pictures surfacing where she's been seen with her arch-nemesis, and they lowkey look bomb together, I'm almost jealous until I remember that it's Poppy we're talking about.

Overall, Hughes is interesting to say the least. Who knows, maybe if she stops dancing around her feelings Belvoire might have a brand new power couple. (All the Poppy and Rosie shippers form a prayer circle with me, we can manifest this into existence if we all try)

Kisses,

The T

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A/N: I made one for all the girls and hopefully I post them soon hehe

[adleryoung]

While Ash ranted, I pondered. He did have somewhat of a point. Lowfolk had always been dangerous to elves, even as far back as the Long Ago ... but only if you dealt with them directly. As long as lowfolk couldn't get into Faerie, no elf needed to concern himself with their activities.

But the Duchess...

The Duchess of Daisies running around loose in the lowfolk world was something to worry about. Certainly she had designs on the Imperial throne, and her munitions business was undoubtedly some very devious means to an Unseelie end.

"What's he saying?" Vernier asked as my silence drew on.

"Nothing," I stated, snapping out of my reverie. It was true. Ash had stopped talking. "Are you still there?" I asked into the mug.

"Yes," he replied. "I assumed you were digesting all that I just said."

"CONSARN IT!!" Burnside suddenly yelled. "I can't untie these dadgum laces with these dadgum gloves on! Why don't some o' yall bug things quit buzzin' around an help me?"

"Six to one she teareth that dress off in five minutes," one of the Ixies declared.

"Thou'rt on," another responded.

"Start the clock!" a third Ixie shouted.

"What's going on over there?" Ash asked. "I can hear a lot of yelling and what sounds like bets being placed. Are you running a casino in the middle of the woods?"

"I am not," I replied. "It's nothing important, just a minor fashion disaster."

It occurred to me that if Ash did not know what was happening here, then his surveillance could not be as good as he had implied. In fact ... hadn't he let it slip a few minutes ago that I had stolen his scry orbs? Was that where those orbs had come from? How had I done it? If I could recreate such a feat, it would be possible for me to seriously inconvenience Ash - maybe even stop him altogether!

"All right then," I continued, stalling and trying not to let on what I was thinking. "If it's so important to you that I should be a good emperor, why are you trying so hard to convince me to become Unseelie? A Good Unseelie elf is an oxymoron."

"I meant good as in effective," Ash explained, sounding slightly bored. "Not good morally. To be an effective leader, one must be Unseelie. Politics and leadership are filled with skulduggery, under the table dealings, wars, and assassinations. The only emperors that lasted long enough to amount to anything were the ones who embraced the dirty side of the job. Truly great emperors were the ones who mastered it. An emperor must forget petty things like morality and Seeliness and focus only on what's good for the empire. Look at Irenaeus; he massacred his enemies by the score, and his friends by the dozen. He built the Mephitist Empire up from nothing. To give another example: One of the only lowfolk kings I've heard about whom I could halfway respect, his name was Vlad Tepid or something like that, which is ironic, because this fellow wasn't tepid at all. His small kingdom in the mountains was at war with a much larger empire that - hold on."

"What's the matter?" I asked, after hearing a bunch of rustling from the can, followed by a moment of silence.

"Patrol of rabbits coming," Ash muttered. "Blasted things. I've got to move. I'll have the trees notify you when I'm ready to resume our conversation."

[targaryenimagines]

Reign

Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,022

Summary:

Warnings: None

A/N: This is Dany's side of the story.

"Khaleesi it isn't safe," Tyrion pleads, his desperate voice bouncing off the stone walls of the hall. 

"I never believed that it was," Daenerys says, coolly, her voice coming out with perfect disinterest. "But, I need allies and the Island of Videvik is the most powerful army we could have by our side."

Tyrion sighs despondent at the words that ring softly down the hall. "They're the most powerful, Daenerys, but they're also the most dangerous. There is a reason that they've been left alone for so long. They don't want any outsiders coming in, and they make sure to keep it that way." 

"I know you think me a fool Tyrion, but please believe me when I say that I'm not going there blindly or without protection. My children will be by my side throughout it all, and you know how Drogon gets when he perceives any danger that could be a potential threat to me," Daenerys says as she stops in front of the council rooms door. Turning towards her dear friend and advisor who was still nervously fidgeting. She could tell that he was clearly displeased by her lack of caution when it came to her safety. Offering a slight smile she rests her hand on his shoulder. Trying to show him without words that there was nothing to be afraid of. Her faith in her children and the men she was taken was unwavering, and she hopes Tyrion will see that. 

Bowing his head Tyrion speaks with resignation laced within his tone. “Of course, Khaleesi, I will trust your judgement and try not to interfere too much.” Daenerys allows a warm smile to spread across her lips at his acceptance, but as she moves to step into the council room Tyrion grabs her arm. His hold gentle but an underlying tone of urgency made it like iron. His words only showing what his grip was trying to keep hidden. The fear that he had for her and the worry that came with it. “Please be careful, Dany.”

“Always.”

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The wind is like a siren song against her ears. The sound only being able to come to fruition when on dragon back. When a person was high enough in the heavens to feel like they were apart of it. The sweet whistling tone was melodic in its embrace. It was like a fine wine that only got better with time. The sound was the sound of home and it filled her with a sense of belonging. A feeling that she hadn’t had for a very long time. 

A small smile curls her lips when Drogon gives a soft hum. The sound seamlessly joining the beautiful song that wrapped around her. Rhaegal and Viserion soon joining their brother in the music only they could hear. The air was starting to come alive with dragon song, and it was a beautiful thing to behold. For so long the world had been deprived of it and now it was getting to hear it once more. Something that fills her heart with a sense of warmth and happiness. A feeling that only her children could ever invoke in her. 

Turning her head she looks down at the ground below her. The sparkling water of the Narrow Sea shining underneath the sun. Causing the blues and greys to glow with an ethereal light. It was a sight that took her breath away for she had never seen such a sight before. A thought that causes a fond feeling to wash over her body as it reminds her of Tyrion. The man who had teased her about getting lost in her observations of the world. Saying that she was in her head more than any scholar and that she had to be careful about it. Stating that she should never be distracted in public because the moment her guard was down someone would strike. That no matter what she should always be somewhat wary of people that she is not familiar with. 

It was advice that he kept reminding her of as she was getting ready for this trip. His worry and overall fear for her driving him to nag her, and if he was anyone else she would have snapped at him. However, he was not anyone else he was her Hand and one of her most trusted advisers. She could tell that he was nagging her because he was worried. A fact that warms her heart because Viserys never worried about her in the sense of her actual wellbeing. He cared what she was doing because she was an integral part in his plan to get back the throne. It had nothing to do with his brotherly bond to her or his fear for her safety. So having Tyrion actually worry about her filled her with warmth, which is why she didn’t care that he was nagging her. He was doing it because he cares for her and that is all she could ever ask for. Not that Missandei was any better when she learned about the planned trip, but she was much more soft-spoken about it. A thought that causes her smile to have a softer edge. 

She wishes that her best friend was able to make the trip with her, but Daenerys knows how dangerous it is. She had no other preconceived notion than that. There was a reason why no one ever returned from Videvik. She knows that many believe her impaired by wanting to go there, but she needs the allies. She needs to have people that she can trust, and she knows that the inhabitants of Videvik are strong and hardy people. However they were, more importantly, loyal to anyone that gained their trust. Something that Daenerys wants nothing more than to earn. 

She had to earn it because if she didn't… she has no idea what will happen to her and her men. 

There could be no other alternative. If not for her for the people she brought along. She refuses to let them die for her like this. Against their will and without any idea that it was about to befall them. She had a duty as their leader to protect them.

By the Seven Hells she was going to, or die trying. 

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Daenerys paces the length of the hall she had been told to wait in. Her nerves causing her hands to fidget by her side. Something she tries to rectify by clenching them, but soon her fists started bouncing on her thighs. Finally, with a sigh, Daenerys sits down on one of the chairs against the wall. Her eyes trained on the window opposite her. Trying desperately to not think about the potential executioner that could be heading her way. 

She isn't always old fashioned, but Daenerys does prefer her head when it's attached to her body. A thought that brings amusement rushing through her body. Tyrion would be proud of her cynicism in the face of this danger. Though he would probably be angry at her for getting herself in this situation to begin with. 

A feeling that comes to a screeching halt as the door swings open. A woman stepping through in a floor length dress that reminds her of Valyrian fashion. Daenerys meets the woman's intense gaze and tries not to fidget.

Instead Daenerys stands with her back straight and a charming smile on her lips. Trying to show that while she is trying to be cordial she was also there on business. Meaning that although she didn't want to be disrespectful towards the woman before her she couldn't allow herself to appear weak. 

To appear complacent in the face of adversity. 

No, that was something she had to be with Viserys. She refuses to be so again and she will try her best to never be again. Daenerys believes that she can be polite and courteous without bending over backwards for them. If she had to do that she would let herself be killed. 

A Khaleesi doesn't beg or plead, but she does make allies and that's exactly what she was going to do. 

"So you're the Breaker of Chains?" the woman asks, her voice bouncing off the walls. Her gaze still leveled with Daenerys's own. As if she was assessing her and Daenerys had to fight the urge to once again fidget. Instead she opts to respond to the question that was given to her. 

"I am."

At her confirmation Daenerys watches as something relaxes in the woman. Her eyes turning soft and a small smile curling at her lips. With a few graceful strides the woman is suddenly in front of Daenerys. Her scent washing over her in an intoxicating cloud. Daenerys has to fight herself from inhaling too deeply at the scent. 

However, despite being relaxed by the woman's scent, Daenerys still tenses when her soft hand touches her bare shoulder. Not used to being touched in such a manner without proper warning or foresight. Something that the woman seems to be aware of by the way her smile grows. 

With a warm squeeze the woman speaks. Her eyes sparkling with warmth and happiness. Both of which exude into her tone causing Daenerys to liken it to honey. "Then, your grace, welcome to Videvik. How can we help you?"

The question only causes Daenerys's own smile to appear. Her shoulders sagging in relief at the words. Thanking the gods that this didn't end in disaster. 

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Daenerys opens her eyes and stares at the throne with a soft smile. Her eyes sparkling with happiness at the sight. She couldn't believe that was in front of her. After so long of fighting and surviving she was finally here. She was standing in front of the throne her family had built. 

A founder smile pulls at her lips as she thinks of the reason. It was all because of her love and her army. Once Videvik had joined her ranks none of her enemies stood a chance. The alliance between the queen of Videvik and Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen was a sight to behold. Not that many lived to tell the tale of it. 

However, her army wasn't the only thing she earned from the alliance. She found her true love in every way in the queen. Her love, her mate was everything to her. For she was kind and caring to those she protected and cared for, but fierce and cold to those she didn't. She was compassionate and loving without being too overbearing. She was everything and more to Daenerys, and the Khaleesi felt so lucky to have her in her life. Daenerys couldn't think of a better person to rule by her side.

She just wishes that the start of her reign started better. The thought of it brings a pit of despair back into fruition. Daenerys wishes that she had realized what was happening before it was too late, but she hadn't and because of her mistake hundreds of innocent people were killed. Daenerys closes her eyes and wishes that she would have noticed the barrels. The barrels that contained something more volatile than dragon fire. 

Wildfire. 

Daenerys can still see the green flames tearing through King's Landing. She can still hear the screams of her people as they were engulfed by it. She can still feel the heat of the flames on her skin as she tried to rescue people. She can still smell the ash that clogs the air. She can still feel the despair and anguish that permeated the air. All because she hadn't noticed the barrels. 

With a sigh Daenerys opens her eyes once more and tries to control her grief. She was going to honor all of the people that died, and make sure their families were taken care of. It was the least she could do for what she did. 

Approaching footsteps pulls Daenerys out of her thoughts. Turning she can see the burly figure of Jon Snow approaching her. Allowing a small smile to appear on her lips Daenerys approaches the man. Her eyes sparkling with warmth at the sight of the man. 

"Jon I'm glad to see that you weren't hurt," she says as she stops in front of him. Her eyes assessing him, despite her words, for any injuries however small. 

She watches as a small grimace makes its way onto his face, and couldn't help the frown that flashes across her own. She watches as his eyes flash conflicting emotions. As if he was trying to decide something, and Daenerys watches with horror beginning to spread across her body as his hand drop to his side. 

Backing up Daenerys stares at Jon with an aghast expression. Her eyes not believing what she was seeing. The man she considered a close friend was planning to kill her, and she knows that she doesn't have a chance. She's unarmed and alone in the throne room. Drogon was resting after the day's event, and she knows he won't be able to get to her in time. 

She meets Jon's gaze and can see the pain that's starting to grow in them. She can see the way his hand trembles slightly with the weight of his emotions. It was a sight that gave Daenerys hope that he may not do it. That he may talk to her instead of killing her. That they would be able to get through this without bloodshed. 

Taking another step back, towards the throne, Daenerys raises her hands. Trying to show Jon that she wasn't a threat. While desperately trying to figure out what to do. In the back of her mind she can feel Drogon's shifting emotions. She can tell that he was waking up and was becoming aware of what was happening. She could feel the fear he had for her. The worry that was festering inside of him, and she knows she has to stay breathing for just a little longer. Drogon would be by her and she would be protected. She knows that her son would never let anything harm her. 

Focusing her gaze back on Jon she knows what she has to do. She has to keep him occupied at least until Drogon arrived. Daenerys begins to speak her words coming out in a soft whisper. 

"Jon you don't have to do this. Please think about the repercussions that this will cause," she says, her voice taking a begging lilt despite herself. Though she couldn't bring herself to care. All she could think about was the fact that she would be leaving her son and love. That the man she entrusted her life with was going to kill her. 

"I'm sorry, Dany, but there is no other way," Jon responds, his own words softer than Daenerys ever thought possible. They hit her in the chest all the same. The weight of them crushing her. Daenerys could feel tears starting to prick her eyes. Assassin's have been around her for her entire life. She had been fearful for her life for as long as she could remember, but she's never reacted like this before. She's never felt as crushed as she does now, because Jon Snow wasn't some hired mercenary. He was her friend, she trusted him and this was how he repaid her. With a knife figuratively in her back and literally in her heart. 

Taking another step back Daenerys tries to find her words, but none come to her. Everything leaving her in the moment she needs them the most. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Blood rushing in her ears at a deafening rate. She could feel the soft touch of the wind against her skin. Can feel the way the stone of the dais underneath her shift. She can feel the moment her heart breaks as Jon begins to move towards her. His eyes showing his remorse but his movements fluid as he pulls out his dagger. The metal shining in the dying light of the day. 

Daenerys feels her heart stutter as Jon stops in front of her. His brown eyes leveled with her violet and she wishes that it was someone else. That Jon wasn't the one doing this. She wishes that her love was with her. That she could hold her one last time. Daenerys wishes that she was able to say goodbye to Drogon. That she was able to hold him one last time because she wasn't able to do that with either Viserion or Rhaegal. 

She wishes that she had more time. 

Staring in brown orbs Daenerys allows her eyes to slip shut. Not wanting to look at the executioner standing in front of her. She doesn't want to see the face of her friend as he killed her. With a deep breath Daenerys prepares herself for the pain. The burning hot feeling as the knife goes into her, but nothing happens. 

Instead the heavy presence in front of her is replaced by a much lighter one. Feeling a soft hand against her cheek causes Daenerys to open her eyes. Her gaze taking in the most beautiful sight she's ever seen. Her love was standing before her with ash covering her body, but a smile on her face. Daenerys could see the worry in her gaze but she doesn't do anything as Daenerys launches herself into a warm embrace. 

Both women holding onto each other as tightly as they could. Knowing that they very nearly lost one another, and Daenerys drops her gaze to the floor. Seeing the still form of Jon Snow laying before her fills her with grief, but she can't help but be happy that she was still breathing. That she was able to be in her loves arms once more. 

That her mistake didn't kill her. That everything was righting itself in the world, and that would be able to begin her reign with the woman she loved. 

For Fire and Blood may have come to Westeros. Peace and mercy was staying, and the reign of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen was just beginning. 

[star-fandoms]

YES!! I have five actually, and while I'm still trying to fit them in a way that would make more sense for the canon story(So one director, in my own little version ig each of the troupes have their own directors, but also I know that there are some people that really don't like when the story is changed, even if it's not a drastic change, so that's why I'm trying to work on a more canon version?) I also don't have any art of them so I'll be using picrews for now, I'll give the link too ofc! I'll update this once I make art for them since the picrews won't have the colors/clothes/body types I have in mind.

Izumi Sato: She/Her, Bisexual, 22-23, January 23. She's supposed to be like Izumi from the game with a few changes to make her more like an oc of mine. All of the stuff that happens in game to make her join the Mankai company, happens to her. She's easy to get along with and extraverted, she's not afraid to embarrass herself and is great at encouraging others to be themselves as well. In my own story she encourages her younger sister, Aiko, to come stay at Mankai company with her to try and encourage her to get out and socialize more. She's sometimes a little pushy and stubborn, but she means well. She's the main director for the spring troupe. The character's I ship her with are Tsuzuru, Itaru, Citron, and Chikage. Her fashion would consist of comfy clothes that are still cute. I also think her hair would be more in between this brown and the red hair her sister has. She would wear blues the most.

Himari Asahi: She/They, Pansexual, 19-20, April 10. She's close friends with Izumi! She struggles to be as outgoing as Izumi and really admires Izumi for her personality, that's why she tries her hardest to talk to others, since she wants to be like Izumi personality wise. She loves dressing up in cute fashion, and she can be her weird true self when she trusts you enough. Izumi calls her an alien which Himari does not deny, she's not actually an alien sadly, but she thinks it'd be cool if she was. She goes to the same university as Kazunari, wanting to be an artist for video games. They're prone to disaster and bad luck, but they try their hardest, always, even if no one notices how hard they try. I ship them with Misumi, and Kazunari. They would be the director for the Summer troupe while Izumi takes care of the Spring troupe. I think their color scheme would be more of a periwinkle rather then lavender.

Chika Suzuki: She/Her, Bisexual, 25-26, November 3. Chika is a very mature woman who acts like the mother of the company, she's reliable, wise, and caring. She's also the richest of my A3 oc's, coming from a very wealthy background. She helps Izumi out with managing the Autumn trope and the finances. She's also childhood friends with Yuki, who taught Chika how to enjoy life and be herself. Despite Chika helping out a ton with the company, cooking is her kryptonite, she cannot cook a meal to save her life. She's also the tallest out of my A3 oc's, being 5'11. She first got into the Mankai company because she was interested in acting and found enjoyment in watching the plays, which caused her to donate a large sum of money. She later looked into working for the Mankai company, wanting to actually BE there. Despite having no history with management, she understood what she needed to do very quickly and adapted well. I ship her with Omi, and Sakyo. Her fashion consists of expensive, mature looking clothes that are also comfortable to wear, mainly wearing black, white, or red.

Yuki Kimura: They/She, PanDemi, 25-26, December 18. Chika's childhood friend! Yuki was a very shy child, but she always found enjoyment in the little things and was extremely grateful of the stuff that she could have as she grew up poor. Eventually Yuki's mother passed and Yuki got adopted, causing her and Chika to separate. Eventually, Chika and Yuki reunited in Mankai company and are closer then ever. To this day they still struggle with asking for things and spending their money, usually they'll spend their money on their friends rather then themselves. The people I ship them with are Tsumugi, Tasuku, Hisoka, Homare, Azuma, and Guy. They help out with managing the winter troupe. They also feel their soul leave their body when Chika cooks and therefore wastes food since it's inedible. Their fashion consists of warm, baggy, comfortable clothing. Their also chubby and have a lisp, which makes them really awkward and nervous whenever they speak. Yuki prefers to wear white clothing, but they enjoy any pastel clothing.

Aiko Sato: Any/All, 16-17, PanDemi May 5. She's Izumi's younger sister who's a total recluse. He has a really hard time socializing with others ad lives in constant fear of other people. It does not want to see people and it doesn't want others to see it. They go to school and that's their main experience with life outside of their home. She doesn't talk to anyone but her sister and even then she wants to run away when her sister tries to get her to go out. He hates himself and almost everything around him, he's extremely pessimistic and nihilistic. When it's sister makes it come to Mankai company it takes it a while before it even talks to anyone, just nodding at what they say if it's around them. However, they are a fan of fashion and after coming to Mankai company they stttarted to dress more how they wanted to, wearing cute dresses and accessorizing. With time she gets really close to the people in her age group. He helps out around Mankai company here are there, providing water bottles during training, or helping with dinner and cleaning, rather then doing any actual work. The people I ship them with are, Sakuya, Masumi, Tenma, Yuki, Muku, Kumon, Banri, Juza, Taichi, and Azami. It'd be more chubby, and have horrible eyebags. They also prefer to cover one eye because they're very insecure of their heterochromia, so sometimes they'll cover it with their hair or an eyepatch, whatever they feel like at the time. Aiko wears black and white mostly with little hints of color here and there!

Here's the picrew I used!: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/1649970

Mankai March question 3!

We learned about everyone’s favorite character yesterday, now let’s learn about any characters you might have! Do you have any OCs or yumes for A3! ? Feel free to ramble about them!!

[sssssssim]

Help I don't know how I feel about the Kate Bishop cast in the Hawkeye series!!! And also.... I don't know if I'm imagining it because I really want it but it looks like Jeremy Renner has what appear to be hearing aids in his ears in the on set photos!!!! GIVE ME DEAF CLINT PLEASE

HI HELLO IT’S BEEN A DAY

I started my morning with those set pics and I’ve opened them at least 20 times today. 

I had a meltdown.

A few meltdowns. 

I wanna talk about it.

SO SPOILER ALERT

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Kate Bishop is going to be played by Hailee Steinfeld.

aka the chick from Bumblebee!

I’m okay with that, to be honest. She was fairly good in Bumblebee, I don’t think I’ve seen her in everything else. I think she’s going to do good enough, and I think that, as the show goes on, she’s going to learn from Jeremy and the rest of the cast, and she’ll get better with time.

And yeah, it sure looks like Clint’s got something in his ears.

Now... let me tell you my thoughts throughout the day

                                          (they’re a mess, get ready)

Clint looks stressed, which means some pretty good comic characterisation, right there hehe.

She’s wearing purple! Again, good comic characterisation. It also looks like she was lounging around the house and grabbed a coat and put on shoes in a hurry. I can’t wait to see other outfits, cause they’re gonna be purple, and modern, cool, hip, millennial fashion, and I’m gonna love em.

Kate is carrying the bow, and the dog, and Clint just has a backpack on... That’s not very polite, mah dude.

The bow. That’s her bow. I mean, Clint’s bows are more high-tech, they’ve always been more high-tech than that, ever since the first Thor movie.

Clint is not wearing a wedding ring. So is this... gonna be before Endgame? What... what’s the timeline here??? I’m dying to know.

And. The most important thing. The thing that is the absolute most important thing to me, in this show. PIZZA DOG! LUCKY! Y E S.

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Also. Imma be honest with you.

If you’ve been here awhile (which, considering you decided to ask me, I’m gonna assume you are), you know that I do ship Kate and Clint, ever since reading the comics.

I don’t think that’s gonna happen in the show. I... there are a lot of years between them, and I know that’s true in the comics, as well, but I think Clint is younger in the comics that Renner is.

Does that make me.... I mean. It’s bad. I know. I mean. Shipping them in the comics is a little weird. I’m always a little conflicted about it. A little. Cause of age.

So yeaaah, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to ship it in the show.

I won’t judge, at all!, people that will. Also, I might bite my words after a few episodes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Look, there’s a lot happening. There’s a lot going on. And we don’t know anything about it. But I’m so excited.

Like jesus christ I. AM. SO. EXCITED.

I saw this post and I was very close to tearing up.

I’m so happy this is happening.

Even if it’s going to be the worst tv show in existence... I’m still glad it’s happening! We’ll fix it later, through fics.

At least we’ll get some visuals!

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NOW LET’S TALK ABOUT

WHAT ARE THE COMIC THINGS YOU REALLY WANNA SEE IN THE SHOW?

Tell me! I’ll start.

      → FASHION

     → MATCHING FASHION              →  MATCHING BADASSERY

     → HIP HOLES

     → E M O T I O N S

     → CLINT BEING A  DISASTER

     → CLINT BEING A BAMF

     → HAWKEYES BEYING IDIOTS

     → HAWKEYES KICKING ASS

     → HAWKEYES BEING THERE FOR EACH OTHER

     → HAWKEYES, TOGETHER

JUST

H A W K E Y E S

... Hi. My name is Sim, the Hawkeye comics are, pretty much, the only ones I’ve read, and I’ve read the Fraction&Aja run like 3 times. I’m very excited about the series. And I’m going to be very happy about it. Even if it’s gonna be horrible, even if it’s gonna make me cry... I’m going to be so very futzing happy about it.

[malvoliowithin]

Oh god I think I'm asking way too much and if I am feel free to ignore this message but 4, 12, 22, 24, 29, 30, 50 for the York family

Okay so quick disclaimer: I don’t know which York family you mean. I’m going to go with the Yorksquad™from the H6 cycle, but if you meant Aumerle and Parents then yeet

But I can do them too, you just need to specify that you meant them and not theYorksquad™

Yorksquad ™ includes: Richard of York, Cecily Neville (Duchess of York) and the Sons of York: Edward IV, George of Clarence, Richard III, and Edmund of Rutland. 

Also for Shakespeare purposes Edmund of Rutland shall be the youngest brother per the H6 cycle even though historically he was older than everyone except Ed.

4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

RoY: Orders everyone out of the kitchen. He needs to make dinner.

Cecily: Same as her husband but instead of just ordering everyone out she gets them all to make themselves useful and help her.

Edward: Says “well, since you guys are all in here I guess I can’t make dinner. Guess someone else will have to do it…” and then leaves.

George: Argues at everyone until they leave and let him make dinner.

Richard: Grabs a frying pan and starts swinging

Edmund: Probably isn’t allowed to make dinner anymore after that disaster with the omelettes

12. Favorite book genre?

RoY: Medieval fantasy. Duh

Cecily: I dunno I sort of have her pegged as the type to read Nonfiction And Classics Only but also have a selection of cheesy romance novels?

Edward: Anything smutty

George: A good old fashioned Graphic Novel

Richard: Probably gothic. Or true crime. Maybe he branches out into whodunit mysteries every once in a while.

Edmund: YA

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

RoY: Nothing, he always has something to do

Cecily: Makes lists to organize and plan her daily events better

Edward: Writes crappy poetry to his girlfriend that he intends never to send to her but George and Richard will inevitably steal and give to her

George: Drawings of fun things like tigers and spaceships

Richard: Hangman. With himself. And also with George

Edmund: Super Hangman which is just Hangman with fingers and toes on the guy so you get extra guesses. Also tic tac toe. And drawings of dragons eating the Hangmen. 

24. Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

RoY: Very good at physics somehow

Cecily: A maths person, for certain

Edward: Probably doesn’t care that much honestly. He’s a jock and gets decent grades but doesn’t excel at any one subject.

George: Botany

Richard: Gets straight As in everything because he’s obnoxious like that

Edmund: Art

29. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

RoY: Get everyone to safety, then attack the problem at its source if possible. Later, assess the damage and regroup. 

Cecily: Stay calm and don’t freak out. Make sure everyone knows what they’re doing and can get safe as quickly as possible.

Edward: SAVE EVERYONE

George: Save no one, including yourself

Richard: Probably was the one who caused the disaster tbh

Edmund: Tempted to hide or act in some other childish way, but would actually be one of the best in a bad situation cause he would be the most concerned about safety. 

30. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

RoY: Stays stoic and strong for his family. 

Cecily: Shows her pain, but only in terms of haughty suffering. No excessive displays or much regard for anyone else, really.

Edward: Masks everything and attempts to use his good humor and pleasant nature to keep everyone cheerful

George: Is distressed and obviously shaken, although he tries to be tough like everyone else.

Richard: Shows no outward signs of anything being wrong. At worst, he starts becoming avoidant and withdrawn. Possibly becomes temperamental

Edmund: Is clearly confused and will look to the others for comfort and guidance since he isn’t sure of himself yet. 

50. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

RoY: No. There are many things he will die for. His family, his honor, his birthright. Life is only useful as long as you can bargain it for greater things.

Cecily: Not afraid as such, when death comes for her she’ll meet it brazenly, but she doesn’t really care to die either.

Edward: No. He’s very similar to his father and sees a certain glory in dying young.

George: Yes, and he hates himself for it, since his family is so damn brave and stubborn.

Richard: Yes, although he doesn’t exactly act like it or show it. It’s more that he doesn’t think he CAN die. And sure he’d put on a show of not caring, but he hates the thought of death. His, specifically. 

Edmund: No. He thinks of death as peaceful and while he doesn’t want to die, is a lot like his mother and will not run from it. 

[what-if-nct]

my humor is officially broken. i spent 10 minutes laughing over someone tagging a tiktok as #handery instead of hendery. also your room is super cute!! it definitely gives off ✨you✨ vibes, kinda but not really related, you posted your hair, which is so so cute, def the perfect pink, and your makeup's rly cute and glittery. i def think you have a pink bdsm/emo section in your closet and were obsessed with Welcome to The Black Parade at some point. ily💖💖💖 <3🌿

Handery is so funny though, esp if you say it over and over. Imagine yelling Handery at Hendery, which is his legal english name and people were making fun of it for no reason. He just has one of those first names that sounds like a last name.

Awwwww thank you, I'm still working on it just gotta fix up my couch and TV stand. Which I didn't show cause it's a disaster. And yeah you hit the nail on the head with my wardrobe. It's half black and half pink. Taylor Momsen is my fashion inspiration. But also Barbie and Paris Hilton are too. So it's split in half. But it's so over the top. My best friend told me to dress casually for the arcade and when she saw me, she said this is casual? It was a velvet skirt and rhinstones crop top, that's casual I wear a tutu to the grocery store, I'm a leo, I can't help it.

And you're really really close it was Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge that I was obsessed with, I tried to buy it in 2006 but ended up getting Taylor Swift's album instead. But it was meant for me to get it around the time my Gramma passed and it comforted be and everytime I passed the cemetery she's in on the school bus Cemetery Drive played every single time. It's really a special album for me.

The black parade ok so in middle school it got really popular among non emos and all of my friends we were so annoyed we disowned the album. Cause the people that gave us hell for being emo then started listening to our music, nah Fuck that. My best friend still hates that album to this day except for mama. I like it now but I still feel bitter.

Same with I write sins. It was annoying. Like ok if you were black and emo other black kids would give you hell for "acting white" and when they just started listening to a few songs from bands and totally just misinterpreted the lyrics and only cared about the cursing in it. It was middle school goddamn was scandalous. the amount of anger we harbored. I'll admit I may have said some questionable things at the time. Like when boys went like "hey hey my friend like you" and I'd say "I only like white guys," which I mean true but I said it out of anger and annoyance. Yeah i just went on like 50 different tangents I'm sorry, once I get started I can't stop talking about nothing. I'm sorry.

Love you too! I hope your day is as beautiful and amazing as you are.

[sominbiased]

hi, did jennie wear a bindi in the dddd mv? i heard it was just decorative crystals, but i'm not desi so i wanted to make sure

Hi love! Thank you for this question, since I have a feeling it’s a confusion a lot of non desi people have regarding Jennie’s styling. I’m assuming by making a distinction between “decorative/ fashion crystal” and “bindi” there’s some confusion as to a) what a bindi looks like and b) how the bindi is used by desi people (e.g, its only used for religious ceremonies or marriages versus being used as a fashion accessory). I’m not an expert on this subject by any means, but with the academic reading I’ve done and my own experiences growing up in India, I’d like to explain, best I can, how imo this distinction really isn’t as valid or important as the manner in which its worn.  Also that being said, I want to state upfront that this is nowhere the most offensive/racist thing done to desi people, and that people who want to cancel her over it are just trying to seem woke themselves. 

 First things first, there’s no particular style or shape that seperates a “real” bindi from just a fashion sticker. Forehead markings of all styles and shapes exist across a variety of Asian cultures. They do, however, descend from India, so I’m sure some right wing orthodox assholes will immediately jump on this by arguing because it’s from one particular Hindu tradition therefore a single red dot makes a “real bindi” (Here’s an example of the original bindi which wikipedia explains pretty well) and that therefore what we see on Jennie isn’t a true bindi, but this ignores the actual reality in India.

One, actual scholars are very clear that the historical origins of a tradition actually have very little bearing on what the cultural significance of a tradition will eventually become*, and secondly because unlike the tilaka, kumkum bindi (which are the markings used exclusively by Hindu women during marraige) and the sindoor, the bindi was never intended to be used exclusively for a particular formal occasion, nor denote a particular social class. Instead, it’s everyday wear for Hindu women, and like some some Indian accessories its also partially migrated to other communities (e.g, wearing the maang tikka is now a must for Muslim weddings as well), though that is notably less common. And because ethnic fashion is a huge industry making everyday wear for millions of Indian women, bindis are everywhere in India: on magazine covers, bollywood stars, in movies, as part of traditional dances, etc, and they are sold in a HUGE variety of styles, often very cheaply, in packs of twenty, so that you can match them to your clothes and accessories (which by the way, used to be the It Thing during primary school for me. My classmates and I all used to go to the store together and compete to get the best looking bindis askfhks). Below is Jennie’s promotional image, and a very popular style of crystal bindis; as you can see, they’re similiar and could have been bought from the same company. The only reason they’re referred to as fashion stickers now is because retailers don’t want to get into trouble after prominent Hindu groups raised objections

The issue desi people have with the popularity of the bindi overseas is not that it is worn but how it’s worn in the west versus in India and what the implications of that are. India is literally one of the most diverse countries in the world, with probably countless number of traditions and styles, so what’s remarkable that all these years the bindi, like (mehendi/henna) has remained a symbol of traditional womanhood, by which I mean its still attached to piety, respect for tradition, conventional/traditional marraige and so on. Spirituality and religion are very very important for many Hindu women, and to many of us, our fashion doesn’t mean compromising our faith (and often, values like social conservatism); another example would be the conservative but fashionable forward outfit styles many Indian Muslim women wear.

On the other hand, the bindi first became popular in the West thanks to “an exotic look” by Madonna, who among other things, is famous for being provocative and pushing the boundaries of sexuality. Now, its associated with wild, often skimpy fashions like Kendall Jenner’s “teeny tiny bra and shorts during Coachella” or “edgier, exotic” images such as G(IDLE) and Blackpink (more on that later). The issue with how these women have chosen to wear and accessorize these bindis is not that there’s anything wrong with presenting yourself in a more sexual way, but because while they might claim to be “celebrating Indian culture” if pressed, its clear from their actions that they genuinely have no idea what bindis actually represent. Foreign celebrities will ONLY make bindis integral to their  edgy/exotic looks, like Jennie wearing a bindi for a “girl crush/edgy” hip hop inspired song, and then immediately discarding it for a “classy/lady like” look while modelling for chanel. This is the opposite of how bindis are actually worn lmao (similiarly, in my post on G(IDLE), I touched on how their usage of mehendi made zero sense and was probably inspired my misconceptions about traditional desi styles). 

A similiar anology to this kind of attitude would be if I only wore round framed glasses with skimpy partying wear and then called it “an exotic look celebrating Korean culture and Korean women” while its obvious from a simple google search that glasses are not exotic accessories, are exclusively worn with casual outfits in Korea and I have no idea what the fuck I’m talking about**.  

It’s difficult to fit a variety of racist beliefs/actions into a single paragraph, but the way I choose to explain it, on a global scale the majority of the world knows nothing about what India’s actually like and tends to buy into one of two stereotypes about the country: desi people, especially women, are either dirty (e.g, we eat with our hands and have more body hair, which apparently makes us gross), backward, hypersexual (e.g, the popularity of the kama sutra and “tantric sex” which is by the way, not a real thing) and even violent, which alot of East Asian countries like Korea tend to buy into because of their colourist beliefs regarding darker skin, or b) we’re simple minded, incredibly backward people overly obessed with our traditions who might speak English but will never assimilate because of our background (e/g racist caricatures such as that one Indian guy on the Big Bang Theory). One of the weirdest aspects of the second attitude is that its now acceptable to just assume Indian traditions live in a vacuum, and we don’t have complex practices and beliefs built on a coherent set of values like everyone else in the world; the attitude that alot of foreigners have when they adopt the bindi or selectively talk about hinduism, if applied to Korea would be things like “Koreans lay out food for their deceased relatives every Chausok because they’re too simple minded and cultural to realise that dead people don’t need food” while happily ignoring the massive economy and high levels of education among the Korean population.

I think its pretty fair to say Jennie’s styling does sort of buy a little bit into both sterotypes, and it’s also fair to say that she’s in no way shown to be actively racist, and this at most is passive ignorance. Desi women have been reclaiming the bindi for years, and they deserve the same love and support foreign celebrities get. Right now though,  Indians have bigger problems to worry about than the popularity of “fashion stickers”, which is why I side eye people who make a huge fuss about this but do nothing to help desi people.  The purpose of this post is not to give people ammunition to “cancel her” which only serves to make yourself look good, but rather to say that when a situation like this occurs our first instinct should be to educate ourselves, because the more extreme forms of these attitudes allow for racism and harm towards people of colour; for instance, most Westerners have woobified Hinduism so much as a religion of peace and mystical spirituality and demonised Islam so much that the proto-fascist radical Hindu government now feels free to allow lynchings and attacks on the Muslim minorities knowing that the Western world won’t raise serious objections. It’s only when we go out to learn with what resources we have (which can be as simple as Wikipedia, like most the links in this post are) that we end up becoming more aware of the world around us, and the different ways we celebrate that as people.

Also on that note, if anyone has any money to spare, both Nagaland and Kerala, two states in India that often get ignored by the Central govt since it doesn’t benefit their Hindu extremism agenda, have experienced natural disasters this year. Feel free to donate here and here (additional info is attached) if you have any spare money.

[sardonicnihilism]

A Biography of the Woman Who Never Was

Part 5

The Older Woman

Chapter 1

"Welcome back Shannon," Amanda said in that calm, gentle voice most therapist seemed to have. She smiled broadly as Shannon took her jacket off and sat down. Her thick, curly, white hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She had on thick, horn rimmed glasses that looked 40 years out of fashion. She wore a blue dress that was buried beneath multiple layers of scarves.

"Thanks," Shannon replied in a non-committal manner.

"So, before we begin with today's session, I want to review what you told me last session, if that's alright with you?" Amanda still had a small smile, but her face had become more emotionally neutral.

"That's fine."

Amanda looked down at her notes and began reading, "So, born November twenty-second, nineteen seventy-three to an alcoholic, single mother, father unknown. Went to live with your grandparents and aunt, who raised you and you call 'Mom', after being sexualy molested by your biological mothers boyfriend. You became morbidly obese, were constantly picked on and bullied at school; your only friend abused and gaslit you.

"Eventually you lost weight, went to college, met your husband, dropped out, got married, had two kids, your mother got sick and passed away about four years ago. You're currently employed as a warehouse worker. You've had a history of self harm as well as harming others, namely animals. You were experiencing feelings of suicide, but not currently. Is all that correct?" Amanda lifted her head and looked at Shannon.

"Pretty much. Really doesn't sound like much when you read it back to me though. It certainly doesn't sound like forty-four years worth of living." Shannon really was taken aback by just how small and empty her life sounded. It made her feel uneasy, like a shell of a person.

Amanda's smile broaden again. "Lives are always tricky things to sum up. You can whittle any life down to a single sentence, or expand it to a ten thousand page epic. It's all about how much detail you want to get into."

"I suppose."

"So, how has things gone in month since we last talked?"

"It's hard to say. Events wise, pretty bland basically. No major hiccups or disasters. I should be happy, I suppose; but I just feel lost and unmorred. I just feel like I'm drifting with no direction, no goals, just an empty vessel at the whims of the forces around me.

"I used to have goals. Dreams. I wanted to be a professional musician. Still do, I guess, but at my age, that's pretty much not going to happen. I also wanted to be a writer- novels and screenplays. Maybe even a director.

"In school I used to write stories all the time- short stories, novels, original ideas and what is now called fan fiction, plays. My eleventh grade English teacher really encouraged me. She allowed me to write and perform plays in her class. One every marking period."

"She sounds like a pretty good person."

"She was. She was Jewish and when I was losing my faith in Christianity, I explored becoming a Jew because of her."

Amanda took her chin in her right hand and shifted to her side. "So how was that? Losing your faith that is. Did that affect you a lot or no?"

Shannon took a deep breath while trying to organize her thoughts. "Um, yes and no. I mean, I sometimes have the fear of what if I'm wrong; buuuuuuuuuuuut, it was such a gradual loss that when I finally reached it, it was more like an oh well type moment. The biggest thing is just keeping my mouth shut. My family are all very religious. My hometown is super religious. So telling anyone your agnostic, well most of them don't even know what that means, but saying you're a nonbeliever, you might as well be screaming, 'God is dead, hail Satan'."

"I can see where that would be a problem."

"Yep, so I just stay in the closet."

Amanda's eyes narrowed. There was something in the way Shannon said that last sentence that caught her attention. "So, your husband, he was your first boyfriend then?"

"Yep. First boy I dated, first guy I had sex with."

"Uh-huh. So, did you ever date a girl?"

Shannon suddenly stiffened. Her eyes grew big and wide, they darted this way and that, seemingly looking for an escape route. Then she sighed, hunched over, and looked down at her hands.

"One. I dated her before I went to college. It was a bad break up. It took me about a year to get over her."

"I see. Were you two intimate at all?"

Shannon gave a quick sigh, but never looked up. "Yes. She was my first."

Amanda studied Shannon for a bit. "So, are you bisexual or just experimenting?"

Shannon didn't answer, she just kept looking down. It was then the final piece fit.

"Shannon, are you gay?"

Shannon nodded her head a bit and then looked up. "Yes. I'm a lesbian." She paused for a moment, then added, "It's not just my religious beliefs that I'm in the closet about."

"I see. Does anyone else know?"

"In my life currently? No. My mother figured it out. On her death bed, she confessed to that she was gay and that she knew I was too. Then she made me promise I wouldn't tell anyone because I had a moral obligation to Sam and the kids."

"She had no right to make you promise that."

"Maybe, but it's true. What am I supposed to do? Leave my husband and kids? -destroy my family? For what? A life I can never live?" Shannon's voice raised in anger as she defended her choice.

"That's not my call to make. I'm just here to ask questions and point possible roads out to you. I can say, that your entire life seems to be one big pendulum between short sighted selfishness and long-term self sacrifice. You have no balance.

"I can also tell you that based on my other queer clients, and my story, you'll be completely miserable until you either come out or you'll become completely self destructive."

Shannon cocked her head. "You're gay?"

"Trans. I transitioned about fifteen years ago. I lost my wife, my children, my house, job, everything. But, I saved myself. I'm not saying that you being in the closet is the root of your problems, but I can tell you, we won't be able to even deal with those until you deal with this first."

"What should I do?" Shannon sounded and felt defeated. Her question was both facetious and an actual plea. She had no idea what to do. She felt even more lost than ever and was desperate for someone, anyone, to tell her what to do.

"That's for you to decide. My job isn't to tell you what to do, but to help you develop the tools necessary to figure that out for yourself."

Shannon looked down briefly and then said, "Ok".