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3laxx · 4 years ago

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In Your Dreams - Chapter 1

Looking back to Boscha, terrified, Luz saw that she was suddenly summoning a lot more balls, setting all of them on fire.

She felt her heart sinking.

Oh no.

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When a grudgby accident shows how fragile humans really are, Boscha is forced to act quickly and Amity's world shatters.

This fic takes place when Luz takes Willow's place in "Wing it like Witches" and explores an alternate ending.

In case the warnings weren't enough, here's another few:

TW blood, violence, injuries, angst, and the characters facing the possibility of death.

Now that everything is cleared up, I hope you have a lot of fun reading!

I'm excited to start creating for this fandom now! ;)

Ao3 / FF.net

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“It’s after school! Where’s the leader of your loser brigade?”, Boscha greeted Luz in full uniform, flanked by her team. Luz gulped at that but straightened her shoulders.

She had pushed Willow and Gus too hard. She had been the one to get Willow into this mess.

And she was the one to set it right again.

“I’m here on her behalf!”, she made a dramatic break, then she breathed in and propped her hands up on her hips, “We forfeit.”

The shock was visible on the whole team's faces and she could even hear Amity gasping from the sidelines. It had to go that way, Luz told herself, that was the solution to the situation she had created.

“And I’m here to tell you that I’ll take Willows place as your-”, at that she pointed on her fingers, “-water gofer, target practice, whatever you need.”

This caused a little while of silence, before Boscha’s hand sank. She looked down on the ball in her hands and for the first time, Luz heard actual respect in her voice when she spoke.

“Wow, you’re a really good friend.”, that almost made Luz feel at ease. Almost.

Because as soon as she’d said it, Boscha drew a circle and set the grudgby ball on fire. Luz gulped at the hateful smirk Boscha sent in her direction, “And a perfect target!”

The Latina gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She-… Wasn’t actually gonna do that, right?

“Think fast!”, Boscha shouted, then she aimed and threw the flaming ball at her.

Luz could just so jump to the side, grunting at the impact with the ground and the heat of the flaming ball washing over her, before watching a tree behind her falling due to the incredible force with which the young witchling had thrown the ball.

Looking back to Boscha, terrified, Luz saw that she was suddenly summoning a lot more balls, setting all of them on fire.

She felt her heart sinking.

Oh no.

She could just so escape the flaming balls by jumping up and running, yelping in fear as she did. She knew witches were magically enhanced, making them stronger and more resistant, but this was even dangerous for a witch. And her as a human?

Luz didn’t want to know what a sonic ball like the one Boscha liked to cut trees with would do to her human body.

Her memory got hazy when she started running. After a few strides across the field, she was already trying to catch her breath. Damn her cursed nerd endurance. She was never the sporty type!

Flaming and biting balls shot after her left and right when she sprinted into the other direction again, setting off various traps on the field like pillars of fire and spikes, as well as disgusting grabby arms and other, very dangerous things. Luz didn’t think she’d survive this.

She had thought that a lot of times on the Boiling Isles, and she had never actually meant it because her optimism and mostly Eda had ensured that nothing bad would happen.

But right now?

Nobody could stop Boscha. She meant every throw.

This time Luz felt real, actual fear bubbling up in her, clenching her chest and making her breaths go fast. She was doomed this time.

A ball threw her off balance and she stumbled, feeling a sharp pain rippling up her leg. Luz screamed, but she knew Boscha wasn’t taking this seriously. She wouldn’t stop.

“Boscha! B-Boscha, stop, stop, I learned my lesson!”, she tried pleading when she got back up again, trying to hobble away but some spikes blocked her way. She couldn’t run to the sides because she wasn’t fast enough. Turning, she watched Boscha light another ball on fire. In her three eyes, a certain amount of madness flashed, and Luz wondered if she actually wanted to kill her. In the background, Boscha’s teammates finally jumped to action, calling out for their friend and waving their arms while running onto the field, trying to stop her but Boscha wouldn’t.

She didn’t take Luz seriously.

“Having fun yet? Cuz I’m just getting warmed up!”

Luz ripped her arms up at the ball flying towards her. Nobody would be helping her this time.

She was all on her own and she had willingly started this. She didn’t have any glyphs on her.

This was it.

The ball hit her with such a force that she was thrown back against the spikes which had cut off her way. Her arms burned when the flames of the ball started licking on her skin, and she heard a crack when her head connected with the rocks. Her body followed and she felt her feet being ripped off the ground. The force of the blow crushed her spine against the same spike as well while her head fell forwards and she could just so blink before already losing her consciousness.

She never felt herself hitting the ground.

Boscha hesitated when the human took a hard blow. Her team stopped dead in their tracks.

She at least wanted her back on her feet, it’d be funnier to try and hit her again. A moving target was better practice anyway.

But she didn’t get back up.

The ball fell from Boscha’s hands as she shouted over to the human.

“Hey, get up! The practice isn’t over yet.”

Nothing moved.

The witchling had seen a lot of grudgby matches when growing up, and she had played in a lot herself. She knew what unconsciousness looked like. But she didn’t think the human was actually out. Anyone playing grudgby should be able to take a hit like this. It wasn’t even such a strong one. Any witch would get right back up, the human was just playing.

She huffed as stalked over, inconvenienced by this. She didn’t wanna have to be bothered by this.

When she approached, she suddenly saw red. A lot of red.

All around the human was red, a whole puddle, her hair was damp, and she wasn’t moving.

Immediately, Boscha forgot all antics, her status, and quickly strode over, reaching the human and kneeling in her blood. Her uniform was suddenly wet, but Boscha couldn’t care.

Grudgby could be a cruel sport, exactly what she liked about that.

She just hadn’t thought the human would get so badly injured by that. Human anatomy wasn’t something Boscha knew a lot about, but she decided it’d be better not to move her too much. Humans were fragile, she had heard her parents say once when she and her friends had been little and had played human. Her parents had forbidden her to play human ever again because they were weak. Degenerates.

And now she was feeling the pulse of one, her heart suddenly racing. Her pulse was there, weak but still rhythmic. This was actually scary. Boscha had never seen that much blood, all over the human’s clothes, all over her face and hair, and all over the field, a puddle of blood.

Her team now approached, just when panic bubbled up in her throat, but she suppressed it, thought tactical.

“Cat, get the healing professor, as fast as you can! Immediately!!”

Her friend turned and hexed some wings on her shoes, to fly faster. Skara kneeled next to her and wanted to turn her over but Boscha stopped her, her hands full of blood.

“Don’t do that, we might hurt her more. We have to-”

The human’s pulse was getting erratic. Paused for one, two beats, then it resurfaced again. Boscha realized they might not have the time for the professor to arrive.

Suddenly, a yelp and a scream sounded and she turned to the source. Willow, Gus, and Amity had arrived at the field’s sidelines. Willow reacted fast and covered Gus’ eyes.

Amity leaped.

“BOSCHA!!”, she screamed suddenly, furiously. Shit.

Boscha knew Amity had a crush on the human She hadn’t been subtle in hiding it. Girl had been super obvious with her tomato face.

“Amelia, stop Amity.”, Boscha instructed and returned her attention to the unconscious human while checking her pulse again, “Skara, we might need to move her over. She can’t stay face down like that. Cat should be returning with the healing professor soon.”

“BOSCHA, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A WITCH!!”, Amity screamed from her cage of vines that Amelia had trapped her in. Somewhere deep down, Boscha hurt at her words, but she had to stay focused right now. Amity was emotional and she’d attack her, and touch the human, maybe even try to hug or move her. They couldn’t risk it, “LEMME AT HER, AMELIA, I’LL RIP HER UP!!”

Silently, Boscha was thankful for Willow and Gus not helping Amity. Willow had sent Gus away to get something, water maybe, to keep him distracted, then she came over and sat down next to Boscha while she checked the human’s breathing by leaning down, getting her hair all wet from the blood, but she didn’t even feel that. Her breathing was shallow and uneven, her pulse fading.

“DON’T BE A FUCKING COWARD BOSCHA, FIGHT ME!!”, Amity’s voice broke at the tears forming in her eyes and the sobs bubbling up in her throat but she still pushed against the vines as hard as she could, trying to reach for Boscha who was still far away.

“We need to put her on her back, we might need to do CPR.”, Boscha instructed, her eyes squinted in concentration when she kept feeling the weakening pulse of the human, “Willow, can you make a stretcher of sorts?”

“I SWEAR, BOSCHA, I’LL MAKE YOU FEEL SO SORRY!!”

The girl from the plant track, her rival as she faintly remembered, quickly jumped to action. She created a stretcher from the ground and kicked it to break it off its roots, handing one side to Boscha while staying at Luz’s feet.

“BOSCHA, I SWEAR TO THE TITAN, I’LL KILL YOU!!”

Skara softly cupped the human’s forehead and steadied her hip, while Willow secured her legs. The team captain mirrored Skara’s hand on her forehead and wrapped her arms around the human’s shoulders, and on three, they turned her on her back. She looked awful.

Her brown skin almost looked grey and she wasn’t moving at all. Boscha once again leaned down to check her breathing. Her heart sank.

The human had stopped breathing.

“Fuck. Skara, you hold her shoulder, Willow, her legs. Make sure she doesn’t move around too much. Amelia, come here. You’ll switch with me once I get tired.”

At once, Boscha started pressing down on the human’s chest repeatedly. She didn’t know exactly where to place her hands, because she knew humans didn’t have a bile sac, so she just winged it and put her hands directly over her heart. Counting, she pushed down several times before closing the human’s nose and blowing into her mouth.

Amity only raged more at that, but Boscha didn’t even hear her anymore. The CPR took over all her senses and she went into hyper-focus. Push, push, push a few times, breathe, and again. And again.

Finally, after Boscha switching with Amelia and then back again, cat showed up with her healing professor.

He had brought the Illusions professor with him as well, for safe transport, and after assessing the situation the two of them vanished with the human in a cloud of blue. All that remained were the grudgby girls, Willow and Amity, who had sunk into herself in the vine cage Amelia had created for her, sobbing quietly.

And the big puddle of blood that the human had left here.

Boscha leaned back and fell against the spike that remained standing, against which the human had crashed when she had thrown that ball.

Fuck.

They breathed through for a moment until Willow and Boscha exchanged a gaze. They both had known Amity for a long time. If they didn’t stop her spiral now, she’d let it eat her up. For the first time, Boscha and Willow shared an opinion. They got up and walked over to the cage. Willow sank to her knees next to Amity’s curled-up position and began hugging her, then Amelia released the cage. The vines receded into the ground between Willow’s arms and Amity softly leaned against her old friend, still crying.

Boscha sat down next to them and pulled up her legs, not sure what to say. It had been her fault.

Sure, grudgby was a cruel sport and she had seen a lot of injuries already, but she hadn’t known the human was so fragile that she couldn’t take that hit. A witch would’ve been able to get back up again, to continue after that.

She wouldn’t have attacked the human as wildly if she had known. The picture of the bloodied classmate still shook her, but it was burnt into her memories now. She wouldn’t be able to shake it, ever again, and she felt like she deserved that.

Boscha wasn’t a bad witch. She had enjoyed being in charge, of course, but she had never wanted to hurt someone as badly. She hadn’t known the consequences.

“… I’m sorry…”, she finally mumbled, when the horror settled, “I’m so sorry…”

It wouldn’t bring the human back. She knew that. It wouldn’t make everything okay again.

Much to her surprise, Amity reached out and pulled on her shirt. Boscha looked up to see the puffed and swollen eyes of her friend and scooted closer. She didn’t dare to hug the Blight, but she’d be here for her. Amelia and Skara joined them in their group, as well as Cat. At some point, Gus arrived with some water and snacks for which Willow had sent him. She had figured Gus shouldn’t have to see his friend like this, when already reacting extremely to his flags being broken.

They stayed like this for a little while, until Amity had dozed off against Willow's shoulder, so they called the Blight twins to pick Amity up on the grudgby field so that the grudgby team could go home to change and wash while Willow and Gus would notify Eda.

After Amity had been picked up by her siblings and everyone else had gone home, Willow and Gus started their way down the way through the forest where Luz had always shown up for school.

Willow still hadn’t changed her clothes. Her knees and sleeves were still full of blood, even if she had scrubbed her hands and arms clean in the school.

This wasn’t gonna be easy. They knew Eda could get very protective of her apprentice, and she had almost started acting like a mother for Luz. Telling her that her apprentice was injured wouldn’t be something Willow would be looking forward to.

She nervously rubbed her arm when they got closer to the Owl House, so much so that Gus stopped her arm by touching her.

“Willow, Eda won’t be mad at us.”, he clarified. Sweet Gus.

“No, of course not. But I don’t like bringing bad news.”, she sighed, “And this is very bad news. Gus, we don’t even know if-…”

Gus remained silent, as did she when her voice died. They didn’t know, couldn’t know. What should they even say? There was an accident and now they didn’t know what had happened to Luz?

Willow sighed again when the Owl House came into view, Hooty spotting them already and swinging in to announce their arrival in his high-pitched voice. Willow and Gus flinched as Eda appeared in the doorframe in what seemed to be a grudgby jacket, making the situation all the more real.

The witch mustered them up and down, she had of course immediately noted the absence of her kid and crossed her arms. A defensive action, Willow noticed. When people were scared, uncomfortable, or caged in they often did that.

“Hey, Eda…”

“So, why didn’t you bring Luz back here? Is she in trouble?”, Eda forced a grin when they got closer, probably not having been able to identify the blood on Willow’s clothing, “Did she pull some kinda prank involving paint?”

But there was no humor or bite in her voice. Willow heard the concern and she bit her lip not to let it out yet. Not yet.

She couldn’t start crying now, because then she wouldn’t stop.

“There-… A few girls from the grudgby team gave us a hard day and Luz challenged them. There was an accident.”

Eda’s ears twitched when her face fell. She connected the dots and suddenly, she knew all too well what that kid had on her clothes. Gus comfortingly placed a hand on Willow's back while Eda felt the world swimming and her head being dizzy. That was blood.

“Mrs. Eda?”, the small one now asked, causing the older witch to look back at him, her vision out of focus, “Luz is now in the Healer’s Coven. If you wanna see her, you can go.”

Right, the Healer’s Coven was neutral ground. Eda stretched out her hand and caught Owlbert flying at her, then she got up on her staff.

“Hop on, kids, I’ll fly you home. Hooty, watch the house. King, come on, hurry up!”

They heard a scurrying sound, then some panting, and finally King appeared in the door Hooty closed behind him, just before he jumped up into Eda’s hair and looked out by her cheek.

“What are we doing? Pickpocketing?”, he asked excitedly.

“We’re visiting Luz, little guy, after flying them home.”, everyone had found a seat on her staff and she gave Owlbert a little smack, “Let’s go! They’ll explain on the way there.”

The room was dark when Eda entered. King was asleep in her hair and she carefully nestled him out, then she placed Owlbert on the wall and sat down on the lower end of the Healer’s bed, taking King into her lap.

Luz looked grey and pale in the moonlight, and so small in the sheets. She was only a child.

“Hey kid…”, Eda began, but she couldn’t make her voice work so she whispered, “… You’re such a troublemaker. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve got that from me.”

The witch chuckled when she reached for her hand, a little cool to the touch but alive. Very much alive.

The healers had done an exceptional job patching her up. They had been able to assure that she wouldn’t suffer any long-lasting consequences and that neither her spine nor her brain would be damaged. Softly, Eda rubbed along the back of her hand, then her gaze wandered over the injuries.

Luz’s arms were bandaged from heavy burns. She’d get some nasty scars from that.

Her face was also a little burned but not as bad as her arms. Her skull had gotten quite a beating and she had lost a lot of blood, but the healers had assured Eda it’d be fine. A bandage around her head still proved the serious injury she had suffered.

Her spine had been injured in multiple places but they could fix it again and now they just had to wait a few days until the sleeping spell wore off, to ensure that Luz wouldn’t move for a bit.

Eda got up to sit down on the sofa in the room and make it a little comfortable. She had a few long days ahead of her.

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Thanks, this means a lot to me! <3

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #amity blight #boscha #willow park #gus porter #lumity #injury #hurt #comfort #grudgby #accident #blood #angst #fanfiction #in your dreams

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tommysparker · 4 years ago

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Congrats on 800! You deserve each and every follower because you’re amazing. Also yay for graduation!

I love the comfort character letter idea. A lot.

You don’t write for any of my comfort characters (I have very specific tastes in characters and like no one writes for them because the fandoms are dead), or else I’d ask for a letter. And that’s totally fine. Honestly not trying to guilt you. I promise. I ramble a lot. Partly because adhd and partly because I feel like I have to explain myself to the point of sometimes over explaining in order to be completely clear because I don’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings.

I think this is a really cool idea. And you’re amazing for putting this whole thing together.

🎶 and idk how to describe myself. If you’re familiar with the show station 19 and also grey’s anatomy, I’m most like Travis Montgomery but I’m a bi woman of color instead of a gay man of color. We’re both part Asian and both from the Seattle area. I also love Meredith and Amelia the most. I’m also dark and twisty. But I also love April Kepner. I mostly listen to pop punk, metalcore, alt rock, some classic rock, indie, and selective mainstream pop. I went to warped tour during 4 different runs (2014, 2016-18). I’m a software engineer who is also a photographer, bullet journalist, artist, and writer. My favorite tv show is archer but grey’s anatomy is slowly taking over. I absolutely love Disney. I’m basically Rapunzel. My other two fave Disney movies are Hercules, emperors new groove, Aladdin, and Lilo and Stitch. Also an extremely goofy movie. Sky high is my fave superhero movie and that soundtrack is life. It’s all 80s song covers by late 90s and early 2000s bands. I love the 80s so much. Wasn’t around then and wasn’t even an idea then. But I still love them. I’m an only child and music and tumblr and tv shows are my escape.

Happy follower celebration and happy graduation!

first of all, thank you so much honestly i loved waking up to seeing this. second, i feel the “dead fandom thing” so hard lol and don’t worry about the rambling i do it all the time.

i haven’t seen greys anatomy or station 19 but i hope i did okay 😅

okay i kind of got carried away with tryna fit all your tastes cuz you’re exactly like me lmao but yeah enjoy it!!

:readmore:

🎶 a personal playlist:

Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low

I’m Just A Kid by Simple Plan

parents by YUNGBLUD

Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon

Blood // Water by grandson

Hail to the King by Avenged Sevenfold

Shepherd of Fire by Avenged Sevenfold

Rock N Roll Never Dies by The Sener

Your English Is Good by Tokyo Police Club

Black Sheep by Terrorsits of Romance

All The Small Things by blink-182

Breathing by Yellowcard

One Day by Lovejoy

Running All Night by The Score

Girls by 1975

Taunt by Lovejoy

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Prom Queen by Beach Bunny

Welcome To The Jungle by Guns N’ Roses

Girls, Girls, Girls by Mötley Crüe

Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses

You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) by Dead or Alive

I’ve Got a Dream from Tangled Soundtrack

Zero To Hero from Hercules Soundtrack

Friend In Me from Aladdin Soundtrack

It’s Tough to Be a God by Annapantsu & Elsie Lovelock

Heartbreak Hotel by Elvis Presley

Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears

Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley

Raindrops by Eurielle

I’m Still Standing by Elton John

Bye Bye Bye by NSYNC

Another One Bites The Dust by Queen

#song recs #i really love music so this was so much fun for me #i went through like six of my playlists putting this together sksnskdndmdkck #thank you again so much!!! <333 #all the songs are avaible on spotify #graduation sleepover

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soul-music-is-life · 5 years ago

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👋🏼, I was wondering if you could do a prompt where Alison and Emily finding out that this time around they’re having a boy? I love all of your prompts, thank you for writing them 💞☺️💛❤️🐢

It’s been a while since I’vedone a prompt (ie, I’m out of practice with them). But I have a lot of nice asks in my inbox, and this one has been asked more than once. These prompts have been in my inbox for a long time. I’m pretty sure they’ve been sitting in my asks since before “The Perfectionists” aired. All my AU family prompts take place in a universe in which Alison did not go to Beacon Heights. If you want a refresher on where my AU Liars are with their families, check out THIS prompt or THIS one. But this one can be a stand-alone.

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Family was everything to Alison DiLaurentis-Fields. She’d spent so much of her youth trapped behind fake smiles that hid tumultuous secrets. She’d been suffocated by the pressure of existing in a picture perfect family, unable to tell her friends that behind all the jewels and riches there was a twisted sinister world in her household.

It had taken her years to build up the trust to let people love her. But when she finally found her chosen family in her childhood best friend, Emily, she realized that even broken children could become whole again. Their love story was anything but textbook. They’d been through hell together. But they managed to come out the other end.

The circumstances behind the conception of their twins sent both girls careening into a dark place. It had been the most trying time in their lives. But when the girls were born they loved them.

Grace and Lily were conceived in the dark, but they were raised in the light. They knew the strength of family. And Alison loved that family. Extending the family, however, was more than a little nerve-wracking. Yet, that’s exactly what they were doing.

“That’s definitely a penis.”Grace stared at one of her mother’s ultrasound photos.

“That’s a finger, Grace.” Lilyrolled her eyes. “You see the other four just like it?”

They were studying all of theultrasound photos of their new baby sibling to try and make their decisions aboutthe sex before the gender reveal party their moms were having that afternoon.Grace looked at the photo again.

“Maybe he’s an alien and he’s gotfive little willies.”

“This explains why you’re failingBio.”

“Excuse me, what?” Alisonpeered in through the kitchen doorway.

“Oh, shit.” Grace jumped, knockingover her books. She glared at her sister. “You woke the sleeping dragon.”

Alison walked into the room. Shehadn’t gained a ton of pregnancy weight yet, but she was already showing,though it was mostly in her face and chest. Her stomach was a rounded pouch.She was carrying high. If she wore loose fitting clothing no one could tellthat she was pregnant. Though her mood swings rivaled that of a hormonalteenage girl. When she lost her cool she was like a volcanic eruption, leavingdisaster and disarray in her wake.

“Grace, what have we told you aboutthat mouth of yours?”

“I’m going to stand really stilland hope it doesn’t see me.” Grace muttered through her teeth. She had animpish grin on her face.

“You’re hilarious,” Alison saidflatly. She pointed to a container on the counter. “Swear jar.”

“She said ‘damn’ earlier, too.”Lily smirked.

Grace whipped her head over towardsher sister, fire in her eyes.

“Lily, why?”

“Cuz I’m bored.” Lily shrugged.“And it’s funny when she gets mad at you.”

“You’re like the worst sister ever.I hope it is a boy. And I hope he pees on you every time you change hisdiaper.” Grace gave her sister a nasty look as she walked towards a jar on thekitchen counter.

She muttered under her breath asshe pulled a crumpled up dollar bill from her pocket and shoved it into thejar.

“What’s this about you failingBio?” Alison gave her daughter a disapproving look.

“I’m not failing exactly.” Grace replied. She had a sheepish expression onher face. Sometimes she felt a little inferior to her sister. Everything cameso easy to Lily. Grace wondered if the new baby would be as smart asher sister. It wasn’t really a big deal, but she did act out because of it. “Ijust got a few points knocked off of my grade for getting in trouble in class.”

“Why? What did you do?”

Lily snickered from where she wassitting at the kitchen table. Grace shot her a dirty look.

“Grace, I’m not going to ask youagain.” Alison glared at her.

“I glued boobs on the anatomymodel.”

Lily’s little snickers turned intofull blown cackles. Alison’s mouth dropped open, but she didn’t say anything.She was conflicted between being pissed off or laughing at the situation.

“Lily dared me.” Grace pointed anaccusatory finger at her sister.

“How…” Alison wasn’t sure shewanted to know the details. “What did you even use for…just…how?”

“I found this humongous bra in thelost and found. I cut out the pads and filled it with ziplock baggies full ofpudding and then glued the backs closed and stuck some pepperoni on the centeron each side.”

Alison wanted to be mad, but shewas impressed with her child’s ingenuity. If she only applied herself in otherareas she could be running the world…

“I…may or may not have given ademonstration on lactating women with your pump…”

“You took my pump to do this?” Alison exclaimed. “That was brand new!”

“It’s only slightly used now.”Grace shrugged.

“Yeah, with a hint of stalepepperoni smell.” Lily added with a laugh.

“You’re not helping.” Gracefrowned.

“Not trying to.”

Grace cut her eyes at Lily. Shegrabbed another dollar from her pocket and shoved it into the jar beforelooking at Lily and proclaiming,

“Bitch, I will cut you.”

“Keep talking. I’d love to go onvacation on your dime.” Lily grinned.

Alison looked at her two bickeringgirls and realized that she and Emily were officially certifiable for wantingto bring another child into their lives. Alison rolled her eyes and walked overto where Grace’s books had landed on the floor.

Lily and Grace hustled to get themup before Alison could lean down to grab them. They’d been overly protectiveabout her pregnancy.

“I can lift a two pound book,girls.” Alison frowned in annoyance.

“Totally.” Lily nodded. “We justdidn’t want you to see what’s in them.”

“Banned books haven’t been a thingsince the 1980s.”

“Not true. I read a news storyabout how To Kill a Mockingbird and Harry Potter were both banned this year.”

“Why would anyone ban Harry Potter?” Grace questioned. “It’s amagical journey of friendship and love.” She thought about it for a second.“Dumbledore was kind of a dick, though.”

“Grace…jar.” Alison pointed.

“Crap.” Grace muttered.

“You’re not wrong though.” Alisonnodded. “He was a dick.”

“Hey, how come you can say it, butI can’t?”

“Because I’m your mother. Do as Isay. Not as I do.”

“Can I write my English paper on Harry Potter and quote you on Dumbledorebeing…uh…that part of the male anatomy?” Grace asked.

“As long as you use the propercitations.” No child of hers was going to get points deducted for not doing herworks cited page right.

Lily put Grace’s books on the tableand then looked at her mother.

“Seriously, don’t look in these.The boobs were nothing in comparison to what’s in these things. We don’t wantto warp the baby’s fragile little mind.”

“You’re the baby’s sisters. This kid doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You’re the one that raised us.”Grace smarted back.

“Grace Estella DiLaurentis-Fields…”

“Grace, don’t taunt your mother.”Emily walked into the kitchen with a water bottle in her hand.

Her brow was lined with sweat andher cheeks were bright red. She’d been running on the treadmill for nearly halfan hour.

“Why? Is it bad for the baby?”

“No. It’s just that I have to deal with the hormones.”

“I’m going to kill every single oneof you in your sleep.” Alison glared at her family.

“You see? You see what you’ve done?”Lily looked at Grace and then motioned towards their very agitated mother.

“So? We’ll just feed her somechocolate and let her be for a while.”

“Go get ready for the genderreveal.” Emily lightly smacked Grace on the back of the head. Grace smiled ather mom before she walked out of the room. Emily looked at their otherdaughter. “You too, Lily.”

Lily grabbed her things andfollowed her sister.

“Everyone is going to be here atfour.” Emily put her water bottle down. “Hanna has the supplies and Aria ispicking up the cake.”

Alison walked over to where Emilywas standing. Emily grabbed a glass and filled it up with water. Alison assumedEmily was going to drink it, but instead the brunette gave it to her.

“How was your nap?” Emily asked.

Alison had been taking a lot ofpower naps, because she didn’t sleep well at night. She had indigestion and hadto pee almost every thirty minutes. And when she did sleep she had weirddreams.

“Short.” Alison took a sip ofwater. She put the glass down on the counter and reached up and rubbed herneck. “Our little darlings weresniping at one another loud enough to wake the dead.”

Emily gently put her hand againstAlison’s neck and slipped her fingers against her shoulder. She could feel themuscle tension in Alison’s neck. She gently started to massage a knot shefound. Emily rubbed her shoulder, trying to work out the kink in her neck.

“Everything okay? You’re really tense. And you seem a littlejittery.”

“I’m fine. It’s just…I can’tbelieve we’re really doing this.” Alison moved her neck to give Emily betteraccess.

“I know they’re kind of tacky, but they’re apparently all the rage…”

“No, not the reveal.” Alison cut Emily off. “This.” She motioned to her stomach. “Wealready have two little Tasmanian devils we can’t control. Why did we think weneeded a third?”

“How can we have a three-ring circus if we don’t have a trioof children?” Emily quipped.

Alison couldn’t help but laugh.

“I have no doubt that Grace would be front and centerleading the show.” She looked over her shoulder to face Emily. “Do you have anyidea what your child did at school?”

“Oh, she’s mychild when she’s in trouble?” Emily chuckled

“I still maintain that the reason she’s such a ham isbecause you encouraged her bad behavior when she was a baby.”

“How?” Emily scoffed.

“Did you or did you not laugh until you cried every time shedumped food on her head or slung it at Lily?”

“Okay. That’s fair.” Emily didn’t disagree. “But come on…a baby covered in spaghetti? Who doesn’t laugh at that?”

“The parent who has to pick noodles out of the bathtub drain.” Alison replied dryly. “Did you know she’s acting out in school now?”

“What? You mean the boob thing?”

“You knew?”

“Yeah, the school called me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I haven’t had a chance yet. It just happenedyesterday. Grace and I had a conversation last night. I’m handling it. I wasgoing to talk to you about it tonight after the party.”

“What are we going to do with her?” Alison shook her head.She felt a flutter in her stomach. The baby was moving. She moved her hand toher stomach. She smiled. “What if this one is just like her?”

“We would be so lucky.” Emily moved her hand down next toAlison’s, waiting to feel their little one move again. “Maybe the third timewill be the charm.” Emily leaned down and pressed a kiss against her hot skin.

“You know we could have just borrowed one of our friend’skids if we were desperate enough. Finn is still young and cute.”

“Aria says he bit Ezra the other day.”

“Another reason to love him.” Alison laughed.

They both felt the baby kick, drawing their eyesight downtowards Alison’s belly. Emily smiled.

“So, are you thinking boy or girl?” Emily asked.

“Is it bad that I hope it’s a boy? I just don’t know if Ican handle any more estrogen in this house. So that probably means it will be agirl.” She peered at Emily. “What about you? What do you think?”

“Wouldn’t it be something if it was twins again?”

“Emily Catherine DiLaurentis-Fields, I will smother you witha pillow…”

Emily laughed softly. She kept her palm against Alison’sstomach. She was silent for a few seconds.

“I think no matter what the sex is, this baby is going to bebeautiful, just like its mama.”

Alison felt blood rush to her cheeks. She shook her head.

“No, you don’t get to get out of the question that easily.The whole point of this gender reveal nonsense is that we get to lord it overpeople when we’re right.”

“Oh? Is that whatthis is about? Not about celebrating bringing another life into the world?”Emily teased.

“Come on. Just make a call. Boy or girl. You have to.”

Emily moved down until her eyes were level with Alison’sstomach. She lifted her shirt and kissed her belly. The baby responded. Alisonwasn’t surprised. The baby always responded to Emily. Emily stood back up andtook Alison’s hands in hers.

“I think Grace should have hung a hotdog off of the anatomydoll instead of boobs.”

“So, you think it’s a boy?”

“I do.”

There was a beat of silence and then Alison grimaced.

“Shit. I don’t know anything about how to raise a boy.”

“Aria says it’s a lot like raising girls, but with more dirt,more wiggling, and more geysers of pee erupting like Old Faithful.”

“I think I’d prefer that to the hormones in this family.Grace is already testing my last nerve and Lily is moody as hell.”

“That’s because they’re growing up. Relax. We’ve got thisparenting thing down. They may get into trouble every now and then, but they’regood kids.”

But Emily was singing a different tune two hours later afterall of their friends and their kids showed up for the gender reveal party.

Theyhad refreshments and then went outside for the reveal, which Spencer and Hannahad set up with the help of their husbands and daughters.

Spencer had been in charge of the gender reveal, mostlybecause they knew Hanna couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it. Theyhad set up a large dart board with several opaque balloons filled with paint.There were darts on a tray near the patio.

Emily’s mother Pam gave a beautiful speech about the day sheand her late husband had found out that they were having a girl. Hanna told a similarstory about her daughter while her husband Caleb pinched their little girl’scheeks and annoyed her. Spencer talked about both of her girls while sharingloving glances with her husband Toby.

The kids fidgeted, because they were ready to get to thegames. It was Aria’s little boy Finn who drew the attention away from theadults.

“I didn’t grow in my mommy’s tummy,” Finn said quietly. He looked sad.

“Because you grew in her heart.” Lily tapped his nose.

“And that makes you more special than all of us.” Grace added, tousling his hair.

The shy little boy smiled at them and then hugged them. Hestayed attached to them until their mothers called for them.

Lily and Grace jogged over to where the adults were standingin front of the dart board.

“I don’t know if arming these two with darts is such a goodidea.” Emily frowned.

“Oh, but they’re goodkids, remember?” Alison shoved Emily with a teasing smile on her face.

“Don’t worry. I’ll behave.” Grace threw her hands up in theair, palms forward.

“You don’t know the meaning of the word.” Lily laughed.

“Would you be mad if I accidentally stabbed her?” Gracelooked at Alison.

“We want to see pink or blue. Not red.” Alison warned her.

“Sweet. Our blood is technically blue inside of our body because of our oxygen. Loophole.”

Alison glanced at Emily, impressed that Grace knew that. Perhaps she wasn’t doing as poorly in Biology as they thought.

Spencer handed them each a dart and then she gave one toEmily and one to Alison. They lined up next to one another and took aim at theboard.

“Ready?” Spencer asked. She glanced at everyone watching,making sure all the cameras were rolling. “Aim…”

“FIRE!” It was Grace who made the final call, and hers wasthe first dart to go sailing through the air. It landed a few inches next to aballoon.

Lily, Alison, and Emily threw their darts. Alison’sbounced off the side of the board. Emily’s dart landed right next to Grace’s.And Lily’s hit the top of the board. They all grabbed another dart and threwthem again. This time, two darts hit balloons. Grace’s and Emily’s. Blue paint splatteredall over the place.

Alison’s face brightened in joy. Emily threw her hands up inexcitement. Grace turned to Lily and exclaimed,

“I told you it wasa penis! IN YOUR FACE!!” She yelled.

Alison and Emily embraced one another and shared a kiss.They were so wrapped up in the fact that they were having a baby boy that theydidn’t notice that Hanna was handing their children water pistols.

“Hey, moms?” Grace called mischievously.

Alison and Emily faced the twins and saw them both aimingthe guns at them. Emily saw the huge grin on Hanna’s face and she knewimmediately that the guns were filled with paint.

“No. No, don’t you dare!” Emily ordered.

Lily and Grace looked at one another and then aimed theirweapons and pulled the trigger. A stream of blue paint shot out across the yardand splashed off of Emily, hitting Alison in the process. Alison made a noisebetween a squeal and a laugh. Emily looked down at the blue paint coating herclothes. Lily and Grace ran off, spraying one another with the pistols.

“This was your doing, wasn’t it?” Emily looked at her best friend.

“Consider it payback for helping Cami get her hands on those glitter bombs for my birthday. I’m still cleaning confetti out of my carpet.”

“Well, I guess we need to get used to messes again.” Emilychuckled.

She felt Hanna needling her side.

“Here.” Hanna handed Emily a pistol filled with paint. Shetossed one to Alison, too. “Go get ‘em.”

“What do you say?” Emily looked at Alison. “Just like oldtimes? We’ll tag-team them. I’ll take Grace. You take Lily.”

“No. Leave Grace to me.” Alison grinned. “She’s going to goto school looking like a smurf when I’m through with her.”

The two of them felt like children again as they sprintedafter their daughters.

The adults passed out paint guns to everyone. It became anall-out war. First it was parents against their children. Then it split up intoboys versus girls.

The backyard was filled with more laughter than they’d everheard. They had a ball. Hanna’s daughter Cami dive-bombed Spencer’s girlsBailey and Violet. Finn ran up to his dad and smeared paint all over him beforeEzra picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder, eliciting a loud squeal oflaughter. Caleb threw a balloon filled with paint at Hanna, but it accidentallyhit Toby. Toby retaliated with two balloons, painting Caleb blue.

Alison and Emily cornered their girls and all four ofthem doused each other in paint. Most of it managed to miss Lily. But Alison,Emily, and Grace all ran in at the same time and trapped her in a family hug,dousing her with the blue paint they were covered in.

Alison took a moment to pull away and look at the hugesmiles on their faces. After the party she started to feel better aboutparenting in general. She was excited about meeting their son.

Later that night when she was lying in bed with her wife shecouldn’t stop touching her stomach. Every little hiccup felt like an entirelydifferent experience.

She felt the bed shake and when she looked up she sawEmily leaning on her elbow, smiling at her. She still had a hint of blue in herhair. She wasn’t surprised. By the time they had finished the paint war the backyard had looked like the movie Avatar had exploded.Alison peered at the blue paint. She smiled when she thought about their son.

“We’re having a baby.” Alison smiled at her. “We did this.We’re doing this.”

“We are.” Emily rubbed Alison’s belly with a smile onher face. “Our baby boy.”

Alison thought about the pure joy she’d felt with her familywhen they were playing outside, and she realized what bliss it was to have themin her life. She couldn’t wait to bring her son into their lives. She couldn’twait to start making memories with him. Because family was everything to Alison DiLaurentis-Fields. And her family had her heart.

#Emison #Pretty Little Liars #PLL #Emison prompt #fanfic

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bdfanfic · 6 years ago

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Eyvie the Kobold

This is a (very) short little story about Eyvie the Kobold - goes with the image I colored the other day by Boogeestro. I have no idea if he had anything like this in mind, but I went for it anyway.

And also, yeah I notice a lot of my stories revolve around taverns. And I don’t even like beer or ale! (Well, Redd’s Apple Ale isn’t too bad.)

Don’t worry Tumblr censors, I’m posting only the cropped picture!

Eyvie the Kobold

Otherwise, it had been a pretty normal night. It was midweek, so the place was fairly light, and I wasn’t exactly working hard. It was getting late and our Bard had retired. As for me, I had my head down cleaning mugs. Then the door opened.

Now, keep in mind, late at night like that there’s nothing more exciting than the door opening. All the locals have come in by then, and most have staggered back out already. Of course we do get the occasional adventurers, being on the wrong side of the caverns as we are, but mostly they keep themselves to the big town on the other side of the river. The main cavern entrance is closer there anyway.

So as the door opened, all eyes - that were sober enough to focus - were on it. Mine too, for that matter. But whatever we were expecting to see, it was certainly not Eyvie.

Standing no more than four feet high, she peered into the tavern with a look of both wariness and curiosity - green, scaly and about as far from human as you can get I suppose.

More than one scream was heard, and not all by women.

Of course, living near the caverns we locals had heard of Kobolds, but it was so rare for them to venture out of there that few had ever actually seen one - let alone had one waltz right into their pub. But the screams had frightened the poor thing, not to mention half a dozen men grabbing their weapons, and it scrabbled at the door latch trying to get back out.

“Hold on!” I yelled from behind the bar, trying to calm things down before anyone did anything stupid. “Beric, put that damn sword away. She’s obviously not here to attack anyone.”

I turned to the pitiful thing as the patrons backed off. By now she had curled up into a ball, having failed in her panic to manage the door.

“Hey there,” I said, speaking slowly and calmly as I could. I didn’t dare get too close though. Besides the horns on her head, those massive legs - and the talons at the end of them - looked like they could gut a boar.

“You’re a Kobold, right?” I said, crouching down. “Do you speak Common?”

I saw two bright green eyes peek up over her arm and look at me, then glance around at the others. I looked back.

“Come on, put away the weapons. Look at her. She’s not going to hurt anybody.”

A few complied, at least sitting back down if not putting their weapons away completely.

“Holy shit,” said Clifford.

Clifford was in theory the town’s blacksmith. In reality he was the town drunk. I’ve probably sold him more ale than everyone else combined. Still, he could hold his liquor better than most - considering the volume at least.

“Look at those tits!”

I looked back at the Kobold, who was uncurling dubiously. It wasn’t so much that the creature had massive bosoms - in fact they were quite small pert little things - but that she had them at all. And yes, I couldn’t help but notice other even more obvious… similarities… to human anatomy. She was undeniably a she.

“She’s got more than tits!” said Clifford’s longtime friend and drinking companion, Tom. He pointed between her legs - as if it needed to be pointed out.

“God dammit, Ralf, get that thing out of here unless you’re planning to open up a lizard brothel. She’s obscene!” Marge said over the growing murmuring.

“You’re just jealous ‘cuz the lizard’s tits are bigger than your’n!” laughed Clifford, his friend joining in.

“Pfft. You’d probably fuck the thing. Come on Ralf, get her out. I’m getting sick.”

“I will,” I said over my shoulder. “Just give me a minute, okay? Tom, do me a favor and prop open the door.”

I heard him behind me move to do so, as I turned back to the lizard, who was getting to her feet. She seemed to be calming down, and I took her hand to help, gently. The feel of the smooth scales was cool, but she took my hand hesitantly.

“No kobold okay?” she said timidly in broken Common.

The voice was odd. Not siblent as I’d expected, but as if she was speaking in a higher register than normal, but kind of hollow. The Bard could probably describe it better. Still, I understood it well enough.

“Be quiet!” I said over my shoulder. “She’s trying to talk!”

They did so as I turned back again.

“It’s okay. Kobolds are okay,” I said, trying to reassure her. “What’s your name? Do you have names?”

“Name is…” she said, but the sound that came after I couldn’t really call a word. Still, it sounded a very little bit like Eyvie.

“Eyvie?” I asked.

“No. Name is…” and that sound again.

“I’m going to call you Eyvie. Sorry, I can’t say your name right. But it’s okay. Kobolds are okay, I suppose.”

“Speak for yourself!” Marge said with a disgusted tone.

“I hear they kill babies,” Clifford said.

“Who says that?” my barmaid, Karen, demanded.

“Well, my grandma said so.”

“Cliff, your grandma has been dead for twenty years!” Tom laughed.

“Well…”

“Eyvie okay be here?” the Kobold asked, her eyes brightening. The strange voice silenced the others again momentarily.

I turned around to my customers. “What do you think, guys? Should I allow Kobolds? Look at her. She’s cute! She wouldn’t hurt anybody.”

It seemed the consensus was somewhat mixed, but no one had ever actually had any experience with Kobolds, pro or con. Even Marge was perhaps a little taken in by the imploring eyes of the reptile.

“Well,” she finally agreed. “I suppose. But not like that! She’s got to have clothes on! She’s positively indecent.”

I nodded. I had to agree actually. As cute as the little thing was, there were just too many similarities to allow her to hang around naked. I found myself glancing at her myself too often to ignore.

“Sorry Eyvie. Maybe if you can get some clothes on. We humans wear clothes to cover us up for modesty. Decency. Come back someday when you’re dressed, okay?”

The Kobold positively beamed with delight! “Sure! I get clothe!”

“Clothes. We call them clothes.”

“Clothes,” she repeated. “I get clothes. Be back.”

“Well, sorry Eyvie. I close up in an hour or so. Maybe tomorrow?”

“But, Kobold okay here? Yes? If clothes?” she asked as if to confirm - this time asking Marge directly.

The old woman squinted at the reptile and bent low, wielding her best “sour face”.

“Okay. Kobolds are okay, if you come back decent!”

“Eyvie be back with clothes. Eyvie be decent!”

And with that, the scaly thing practically skipped out of the door. I closed it and went back to the bar as the conversations began.

“Well that’s something you don’t see every day!” said Tom.

“Ever seen a Kobold before?”

“Not me. My cousin says he has. But he’s a nut.”

“Well, we’ve seen one now! Say Ralf, you should rename this place!”

“Yeah! The Naked Kobold!”

“No, the Kobold Tit!”

“The Kobold Puss… SLAP!”

Marge had delivered a heartfelt flap to Clifford at that.

But the night wasn’t yet over for me or my patrons. Not a half hour later, the door opened again. Once more, Eyvie stood there. But this time she was clothed. Somewhat.

“Decent? Yes?” she asked, directing the question to Marge.

I think there was more beer launched through nostrils at her return than was actually drank. I’d have to admit to being one of those, but Marge wasn’t laughing. I thought she was going to physically kick the little cutie out bodily at first, so I rounded the bar again and put myself between the two.

“Now Marge…” I started, then noticed the familiar smell of stale beer behind me. A scaly reptilian head poked itself under my hand defensively.

“No?” she practically sobbed. “Not decent?”

I turned and knelt in front of the Kobold. The smell was not overpowering, but I looked again at the rags she wore - quite literally. They were, in fact, scraps of rags and other refuse I’d dumped out back earlier that day. Even an old belt had been reworked as a collar of sorts, with some pretty impressive embellishments as well. Other than the smell, it was really quite impressive.

“Eyvie? Where did you get these?” I asked, fingering the dirty red ragged cloth that yesterday been an old bartop cleaning scrap I’d thrown out for having gotten too worn even for that use.

“Found clothes! Behind here! Lots of stuff! Look. Leather too!” she said, her expression brightening. “Look! Cover titties!”

But then she looked back at Marge who was approaching with an odd look on her face.

“Cover titties? Not decent?” Eyvie squeaked, her eyes now filled with the ample face of Marge.

I even backed off as the old battleaxe knelt in front of the trembling Kobold.

“First off, Kobold,” she began in a low tone, “you’ve got to cover your pussy. Do you know what that is?”

The Kobold pointed to her groin, her eyes never leaving the big woman.

“That’s right. In fact, that’s the most important thing to cover. To be decent.”

“But…” the Kobold began, “no make water?”

Marge’s face wrinkled even more as she sorted out the words.

“You take it off first!” she retorted when she finally worked it out.

The Kobold backed a step towards the door as Marge fished for something in her ever-present bag.

“Here. Here’s a scrap I’ve been knitting. Wrap that around you.”

The Kobold took the proffered bit of cloth and deftly tied it around her waist. It still didn’t quite cover her completely, but if you didn’t look too closely, it might not be noticed.

Everyone noticed.

Still, no one said anything. I always appreciated that - even in their inebriated state, no one had the bad humor to point it out.

“Now, Kobold, I want to see how you worked these old scraps into clothing so quickly,” Marge said. She escorted the Kobold over to a table. Eyvie’s eyes began to brighten again I noticed.

The table was a high-top with tall chairs around it, but Marge picked up Eyvie and sat her on a chair before the little Kobold even started to struggle with the climb. As massive as the kobold’s legs were, Marge lifted her like a sack of potatoes. Marge was not to be trifled with, we all knew. Then she drew out more bits of cloth, thread and other sewing equipment.

Now, I know nothing about sewing, knitting or the like. But I can tell you that the beady little eyes on Marge’s face as Eyvie demonstrated her prowess grew larger than ever I’ve seen them. The little hands worked fabric without the need of needles or thread apparently, weaving the existing threads together to make a stitch.

When finally it was closing time, I had to run the pair out myself, such was their mutual interest in the tailoring skills of the other.

The next day the town had a new resident. Apprentice to Marge the seamstress, Eyvie the Kobold moved in with the old maid - and they’d been thick as thieves ever since.

That was years ago though. Marge left this world a while back, and Eyvie took over her shop - to the surprise of no one, since the Kobold had been doing all the work for quite some time anyway as Marge’s age had caught up to her.

As for Eyvie, she still drops into the bar regularly. In memory of Marge, she still wears the old blue knitting around her waist. And it still doesn’t cover her - but we don’t say anything.

Once a traveler said something. He was kicked out the door before I could intervene - if I’d wanted to.

I’m sure Eyvie knows by now. She’s become a big part of our town and has assimilated with us surprisingly well. But whether or not she’s properly covered, as Marge would have said, she’s still a very decent Kobold - and we love her here.

#kobold #fiction #short story

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distractedfanatic · 6 years ago

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Grey’s Anatomy 15x16

*Spoiler Alert*

I could write a book about my feels. And I basically did. So please don’t hate me. Only vaguely in order; mostly just me babbling.

It’s all under the cut to hide the spoilers. But it’s long; you’ve been warned. 😏

Cool dream sequence with Ellis, Maggie, Amelia and Zola! Also so interesting connection throughout the episode about Mer getting a message from her Mom in a dream. I like how she embraced that!

My first thought seeing her jolt awake was why was she alone in that bed! Merluca has my mind in the gutter.

Schmidt and Nico are pretty adorable. I know they are getting a lot of positive attention and it’s well deserved. They aren’t my OTP but I’m happy they are around and I’m happy they are happy.

Pretty cute Merluca scene (sooner in episode than I thought). He brought her coffee. She asked about his Dad. It was very normal. I wanted more and I wanted better kissing. But I’m greedy. It was still cute though. The way she glowed and got flustered after he kissed her gave me LIFE. Oh my god.

The preview kiss was not what I expected. It was more awkward and less intense than the preview made it out to be. But she seemed to like it, so… okay fine.

Maggie’s arc was different. I’d never considered that people didn’t know who her birth parents are. Richard didn’t react great but I’m glad they worked it out in the end. I’m happy Maggie got to own her story, but it would’ve been better if it was on purpose, and on her terms - so she could properly honour both sets of parents that made her who she is.

Helen Karev is my favourite human, with her wanting to reorganize the hospital library and her gender neutral hats and the light she brings. She’s just good people. And I’m so happy that she’s doing better. And I’m so happy we get to spend this time with her and watch her relationship with Alex and Jo.

Jolex is great. Love them. It was cool seeing Jo’s arc and how she approached the baby topic from start to finish

Seeing Deluca interact with his Dad was interesting. I have larger opinions on this that will merit another post. But overall, I do not think his Dad was the catalyst not the root of the tension - I think Andrew’s relationship with Mer clouded his judgement and there is proof here that he has some stuff to work out. So his Dad may have brought it to the surface, but it would’ve been there regardless. It’s just unfortunate that the timing means it’s getting wrapped up in Deluca’s family drama too. I’m looking forward to hearing other people’s thoughts on it after they’ve watched. Other takeaways:

Their Dad talking about Carina and their Mom is upsetting and unfortunate

Deluca defending his sister and Mom is sweet (I ache for him. ugh. I want to give their whole family a hug)

I’ve watched the scene enough times and I get really worked up about how his Dad brings up Mer (as if it’s to undermine all the nice things he just said about Deluca and how he’s “proud” but it’s like it’s conditional. It’s very strange logic (which yes, could be related to his mental state or could be his personality): She’s beyond you and you need to do this with me BECAUSE the woman you’re dating is so brilliant. I absolutely HATE the implication that he’s not enough to deserve her on his own. And there’s no way Mer thinks that).

Alex and Mer are so sweet. I love their friendship. Like when she was trying to get him to read her face. He was being so dense. Lol

I don’t really want to talk about Owen right now cuz I have nothing positive to say about him. But I was mega happy for Amelia. I hope she continues to find clarity and get her happy. (I think I actually ship her and Link which they definitely planted seeds for… so if she’s ready to move on I’ll be here for that. But no rush. In defense of the two of them, they are both silly but I think they can also hold space for the struggles they’ve been through. I like the potential for balance with them. Amelia deserves that! Or she deserves to be happy on her own. Whatever she wants; but she definitely needs to get away from people who throw her addiction in her face, can’t check themselves, and call her unlovable!)

I really REALLY enjoyed the dynamic of Carina and Mer in this episode. I liked that Mer had her back and could really empathize with what Carina is dealing with. It’s not easy what she’s taken on and what’s she’s seeing her Dad through… not to mention that every interaction she has with her Dad or even when he speaks of her it’s quite disrespectful and even downright cruel. I really feel for her and I wish her brother could see the pain she is in. Come on Deluca!

Mer touching her shoulder in comfort and Carina being receptive and open to Mer’s advice and compassion was really beautiful. And I like that Mer’s relationship with Andrew did not get in the way of that connection / sisterhood. Mer definitely knows what Carina is going through and maybe Mer could be a bridge to help Andrew see that too (next episode. Please? Please? I just need them in a room talking things out, okay!)

Side note: was anyone else a bit surprised at what side Deluca took? When they were yelling in Italian I half thought it was opposite stances. That’s when I realized his Dad really did get in his head and this *probably* has more to do with him and Mer than it fully has to do with his relationship with his Dad. And that makes me so sad, because I thought we’d dealt with any lingering insecurities Andrew had in 15x12. As long as they actually address it, I’m fine. If they make that kind of connection (that Mer is “beyond” Deluca) just to IGNORE it I won’t be happy.

After having just rewatched 15x12 I’m a bit confused by how quickly Deluca changed his tune about his Dad. I get that there is a lot of emotions and baggage but he seemed pretty adamant that it IS complicated. But on the other hand, I can see that they may be playing off the concept that his Dad shows up seemingly fine and Deluca reverts a bit to the childhood he didn’t get. So maybe it is wishful thinking on his part. Or maybe his Dad is actually fine. But I’m not thinking that’s the case.

A big takeaway regarding Merluca is that I feel they jumped the gun on such an intense, and emotional storyline that directly impacts both of them (or at least, that they are both wrapped up in - since Mer has the ear of Alex and Andrew wanted her support too.. ) And can we also please remember she owns the friggin hospital and is quite tied to its reputation personally and professionally, so she has a stake in what happens there and she’s in a really tricky situation!

Andrew’s judgement was clouded. For sure. His dad baiting him with Meredith’s success was like watching a train crash in slow motion. Ugh. I’m a bit surprised he ate that up so easily. No. She’s not beyond you. She’s not above you. Stop that insecurity crap. I want to believe this is just about his Dad - right or wrong choice, I want for his motivation to be solely about his Dad. But I fear that a lot of it was sparked by his Dad getting under his skin and awakening an insecurity he has about his relationship with Mer. NO! Lock that down man!

#long post #so so long #i'm so sorry #grey's anatomy spoilers #grey's anatomy 15x16 spoilers #spoiler alert #tv feelings #actually I feel terrible how long this is and that the next one is even longer

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honeycut-a-blog · 7 years ago

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LOVE & SEXUALITY QUESTIONS! / ACCEPTING.

❤ HAVE THEY EVER BEEN IN LOVE?

i wanna say … yes and no. yes, because there’s definitely been times in her busy life where she’s brushed with serious romantic inclinations for another person.

but also no, because she’s never really allowed herself to fully chase after those notions.

like, here’s the thing. love is a real bag of shit. it is. it is! it feels good, looks good, but it’ll change you completely and you just gotta deal. sit in your little carseat with your fuckin. little idiot goldfish crackers and your stupid - ass baby cup for babies and let that bitch ride out. that’s exactly how it is. it completely takes over, you know, just busts up in here and you aren’t even prepared, deer in the headlights, pants down, tits out, you gotta fuckin deal.

but it’s not that easy! it never is. love is intrusive as fuck and often overpowers all rational thinking. when you’re in love, that person is always gonna be the only thing on your mind. you do stupid, impulsive things for them, maybe to protect them or save them or even just to hold the smallest bit of their attention, without really considering the consequences or what it’ll do to you in the aftermath. or you feel the need to tell them every little detail about you, all your secrets and your stories, and it physically pains you when you don’t. you just wanna give up everything you are to that one fucking person and they’re free to do with it whatever they want. kill you with it, even. at that point you’re probably wishing they just would.

and then there’s hawke. hawke, with all the pride in the world. with an absolute fortress built around herself. with nothing left to lose and yet everything left to lose. hawke has never experienced any of that. she’s never wanted to give up all her secrets to one other person, never sought to sacrifice her own happiness or reputation for anything smaller than the greater good. never wanted to turn herself completely inside out until there was nothing left to hide from them. she has way too much dignity; stubborn as shit, very secretive, very careful about who she lets into her personal life ( the real one, anyway. girl’s got a little black book thicker than the bible. )

if she were to ever fall in love, it’d just. man it’d just tear her apart. p much erase everything she is as a person and build a whole new woman out of what she feels for someone else. it’d be fucked up and she actually can’t even fathom ever being like that. that’s not to say she doesn’t know how to love, cuz she’s not cold - hearted, but she’s just … scared of it. either she’s afraid of the day it really, really happens, or she doesn’t think it ever will happen, not entirely, not fully. it’s not her biggest priority either way, but i think that if you could be someone hawke loves, someone she really, really loves and trusts, then it’s like … a whole victory on its own, and you better be prepared for her acting weird as shit when she finally realizes it too.

💦 WHEN DID THEY LOSE THEIR VIRGINITY?

relatively young. although she’d fooled around before ( age 13 or so ), she didn’t have penetrative sex until she was fifteen, and with a boy a few years older than her who made a real bad first impression. she’d only been with girls before that — you know, experimenting and whatnot, because she was ~ blossoming ~ and it was easier to go at it with anatomy she was already familiar with.

😢 HAVE THEY EVER BEEN CHEATED ON BY A PARTNER?

nope. i think it’s important to note that hawke is not only super noncommittal in the first place, but very, very careful when choosing a real partner. she’ll do all she can to avoid situations where there’s even a slight chance that her pride could be hurt, so it’s not very often that she engages in a real relationship. if she trusts the other person a lot and has spent a long time with them, then maybe she’ll go for it, but again, that’s super rare because she’s kinda plagued with this incessant need to neurotically foresee what small things could go wrong and how that could affect her or her reputation.

that being said, if unromanced throughout DA2, then she’s only been in one other relationship in her life when she was just a child, so it almost doesn’t really count ( although it really did to her at the time ). otherwise she’s had a plethora of fuckbuddies and one night stands, most of which were super regrettable coughcoughmeeran but no one to actually earn the title of her exclusive partner just yet. even so, i think you’d have to have a real death wish to cheat on her, even incidentally, and try to get away with it. hawke may fuck around but she doesn’t fuck around, you know? she might actually kill you. like, not in a funny ha ha way, i mean that chick will actually, literally hunt you down and kill you. it’s not only that you completely broke her trust, but it’s a personal loss on her, cuz she allowed herself to be fooled in the first place.

💔 WHAT WAS THEIR WORST BREAKUP?

i wouldn’t call it a break up per se, but when she was young — ten, eleven — she had a little elven girlfriend who went missing one day. it actually really fucked her up, and she never did talk about it with anyone, but it was just … a weird feeling. scary, of course, but the feeling of just standing by the seaside, looking at something that was there and now it’s not, it’s just. eerie, right? like watching a modern movie starring someone who’s now dead. you feel weird. everything feels weird. not real, for just a minute. that’s how it was for her at that age, and she’d never experienced anything like that before, and it just kinda … it drowned out the heartbreak, being as overwhelming as it was. overwhelming and numb all at once.

they met in one of the small villages hawke lived in temporarily while she and her family were still moving around. the relationship wasn’t anything too heavy, just the light shit that children do, yknow, holding hands, kissing playfully. sharing snacks. building hideouts. that shit. it was very innocent, but it was still a definite, confirmed relationship between the two of them; hawke had very seriously asked this little girl to date her.

being at such a tender age, it was really hard for hawke to rationalize what kind of bad things happened in little places like this. i mean, you understand the little dangers, like who not to talk to and where not to go, but you don’t really get the big picture. you don’t get why things happen the way they do or how they could ever happen to someone like you. you don’t get why people hurt other people. sure, it was embedded into her at a fairly young age that the world wasn’t a trusting place, but sometimes it was easy to forget that little fact when she’d met someone who made her feel like it wasn’t so bad afterall.

the slavers came late in the night and docked their boat right where the waves meet the sand, where the girls liked to stand on grey days and wiggles their toes. they didn’t make a sound. they'd been summoned on tips, knowing exactly where to go. raided. left. gone by sun - up.

no one knew that hawke had been so close to that girl, therefore no one had thought of explaining to her what had happened. she was just left alone with that fear, standing there by the water, looking at what once was but would never be anymore.

when she was younger, hawke’s father made the mistake of telling her horror stories of sirens and sea monsters, birthing that fear in her as she always took his word for gospel. she had already hated the water and would never go past the shore, feeling that as long as she was still on land, nothing could get her.

in her young mind, she rationalized that the sirens had taken her little girlfriend afterall. they’d made the mistake of thinking they were safe, invading upon that turf, and the sirens made her pay for it. it was a lot to swallow for a child.

needless to say she grew out of that mindset when she was older, but she never stopped hating the water, never stopped being afraid that she’d slip in and get pulled down. traveling was harder after that. she couldn’t help but wonder if they were sailing right over the remains of what once was, and it made her stomach churn each time. she got sea sick far more often. even the smell of the water evoked that old sentiment in her gut, that sadness, that fear — and that still holds true even to this day, although she’s mostly forgotten about its origin.

#* OOC.#thank you for these!!#put em under a readmore cuz it got too long u_u my bad #prodigalborn

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sssoto · 8 years ago

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Creator’s update #1

Hey guys! So I’ve decided to start actually blogging on this blog and tell a bit about the various things I’m working on, share WIPs, music I’ve been digging recently etc. I realise that I rarely post anything, so it seems like I’m super inactive - which is totally not true, I just have so much stuff going on and take a long time to finish things, and I’m also pretty picky about what I put up online lol! For the sake of keeping those of you interested in the loop, I’m gonna start this series of creator’s updates in which I’ll update y’all on the progress I’ve made on my various creative projects. The goal is to give an update a few times a month (hopefully lol)!

This past while I’ve been super inactive in the writing department, but very much productive in the art department, so my writing update will be mostly a summary of what I’ve been doing the past few years up until this point.

Mood: Feelin’ real good cuz my parents finally brought my comfy double bed over from my mum’s place this past weekend, which means no more sleeping on the couch yaaaaaas.

Music I’ve been digging recently:

Skye Sweetnam - Boyhunter So, the other day I randomly listened to this song on my way home from work, and I totally realised that Skye Sweetnam is the perfect voice for my character Caitlyn, and this song totally embodies what Caitlyn is all about lmaoooo. (The song isn’t very accurate to the time period Caitlyn lives in, but it’s super accurate to her character essence and personality, and I just find that so lit hahahah)

Fallulah - Out of It This song is basically my MC’s theme song?? It’s performed by a Danish artist and was super popular in Denmark a few years back as it was the theme tune to a Danish tv show (a show I loved!). The lyrics are just so Daniel, it’s not even funny. It mostly fits his mental state at the beginning of Renaissance.

Girl’s Day - Love Again Ugh I just love the tune of this song so much, I can’t really place my finger on it, the emotion is just so great. I love the guitar riff especially, and Girl’s Day is a four member girl group, so it’s one of those songs where I can imagine my main girls Annaliese, Caitlyn, Mary and Serena singing as each member lmao.

Nine Muses - Remember Another four member group now, this song is also one where I can imagine my main girls singing each member’s part lmao, and having that aspect to a song always makes it a little better for me! Forreal tho, this new release from Nine Muses slays, and we all know it. The music video haunts me.

Sistar - Lonely This song makes me sad and happy all at once, cuz I’m not ready to say goodbye to Sistar, but at the same time this ending is probably the best one any fan could’ve wished for because there was no drama or anger, just well wishes and hope for the future. I know these girls will go far, and this song just pulls at all my heart strings man. The melody of the bridge and chorus, Dasom and Soyu’s parts in particular, really works for me. And yeah, Sistar has four members too, and once again I can picture my main girls singing as each member lmao. It’s a thing I have, okay?

Moana OST - We Know The Way + Know Who You Are I recently watched this movie, and while I sorta felt like the plot was a bit rushed and tropey in many ways, I totally adored the visuals and the MUSIC OMG. These two songs are my favourite, Lin-Manuel Miranda’s vocals never miss, and Auli’i Cravalho’s high note is gorgeous! Also dat choir in the background tho, and in context with the movie scene that song just makes me irrationally emotional mkay. (That ending was the best twist ever, it definitely lifted the story up a notch for me!)

Writing

So I’m writing a book! You might have seen me mention it a few times already on here, but I’ve not really shared much insight into my process or what sort of book this actually is (other than talking about characters here and there), and as I’ve not been making huge progress lately (I’m in an art state of mind duuuh), I thought that I’d keep this section short and sweet, with a bit of an introduction into what my book project is all about.

I call it a book project because I don’t feel comfortable just calling it a book when I don’t have rights to publish. Technically my book is a fanfiction based on the horror video game Amnesia: The Dark Descent, and as such I don’t own copyright of the small percentage of my story that features the canon elements. However, I take this as seriously as anyone else would writing their own book, because I’ve poured my entire heart and soul into it, and the vast majority of the content (plot, characters and world) is my original creation. It’s my own little big project lol!

You might be familiar with the game, and even if you aren’t, that’s not a prerequisite for reading my book since everything is introduced and set up just as in any regular book. The protagonist is an Englishman named Daniel, and we know little of his past through the game. I won’t go into too much detail on what the game is about (if you really wanna know, you can look it up), but the point of my book is to explore the protagonist’s life from his childhood up to the events of the game and beyond, and afterwards connect his story to the game sequels featuring other protagonists within the same universe. It’s a bit complex and elaborate, which is just the way I like it!

As the games are set at various points during the Victorian era (game #1 is set in Prussia 1839, game #2 is set in France 1858, and game #3 is set in England 1899), you can probably guess that the entire thing will be pretty long. That’s why I’m making it a series! I have at least seven books planned so far (though there’ll definitely be more, since I’m not near the end of the timeline I need to cover yet), and I currently have the first book written and am writing the sequel - however, the first book will need a complete rewrite once I’m finished with book #2, because I’ve since developed and changed a lot of stuff, and I have many new interesting ideas for a more fleshed out version of the first book. Still, the fanfic version is available online, so if you’d like to read it, you can find it here. You’ll get a pretty good idea of the general story and the characters, but keep in mind that it’s super outdated and will be very different after my rewrite!

For reference, this is the list of books that I’ve planned (and titled) so far, so you can keep up with what book of my series I’m talking about at any given point:

I - Amnesia: Memoirs

II - Amnesia: Renaissance

III - Amnesia: Voyage

IV - Amnesia: Noir

V - Amnesia: Encore

VI - Amnesia: Rogue

So what I’m doing right now with this project is revisions. Uuuuggghhhhh. Yes, that’s right, I’m stuck in revision hell. I’ve not even finished the first draft of Renaissance yet (I know, sacrilege, writing blasphemy, don’t start your damn edits until you’ve finished your draft dumbass), but I had some pretty major changes to make, changes so big that it would be a waste of time and effort to go on drafting without implementing them first. Mainly the changes are surrounding 1) a change of ages of my main cast (I aged many characters up a few years), and 2) changing and figuring out the specifics of the illness which my MC’s sister, Hazel, is afflicted with. She’s not such a major character in Renaissance, but she plays a big role in Memoirs, and since I had all these new ideas for the rewrite of that, I wanted to implement the ripple effects in the second book so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to edit later when Renaissance is a finished 3-400k first draft lmao (I have a lot of words okay?). These changes mostly affect the early chapters of my book - chapters I wrote about three years ago, which means that these early chapters really need a face-lift. In addition to the age and illness change, I wanna revise the first five chapters by cutting the fluff and tightening up the beginning so we get to the action a tiny bit faster. Adding to the fact that these early chapters are three years old, the prose also needs an almost complete rewrite. So long story short, all of the edits are taking a long ass time, and I’m not having a good time lmao. Doesn’t help that I had to stop drafting right at one of the juiciest scenes in my book?!?!? (that’s a lie, it gets juicier, but I was just getting to the real good stuff yanno?)

(Side note: for someone who said that I’d keep this short, it sure turned out long lmao. I just have too many damn words.)

Chapters edited: 2/16 (working on 3 right now and it’s an effin’ pain)

Current total word count: 120,591

Current total chapter count: 17 (the number will go down to 16 once I finish the revisions, as I’m merging two chapters)

Look at all the dumb shit I still have to edit for chapter 3. Look at it.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Art

Man, I’ve been doing a lot of artwork recently, and by a lot, I don’t mean that I’ve finished any.

I think I’ve been focused on developing my actual drawing skills rather than making finished illustrations, because I’ve been so overwhelmed with inspiration and I’ve wanted to try out drawing a bunch of different motives, so my mind is on a lot of different art projects at once, and I’m making baby steps of progress on each of them because I just wanna do everything lmao. I should probably take a step back and settle on one thing at a time, but at the same time, I feel like this is working for me because I’m so inspired and motivated and super excited for every single art piece; I don’t feel myself losing interest in any of them, in fact I just feel like my switching between different artworks keeps every piece fresh and interesting for me, yanno?

So here’s one thing that I’ve been slowly chipping away at for the past few months. I’m drawing a full body group picture of my main cast from Renaissance!

I’ve drawn the anatomy sketches of all the male characters (though I’m debating whether I should add some others), and now I’m adding the female characters one by one, so these are not all of the characters yet. But man, I just love seeing the characters side by side? The variety in their body language, body types and heights is just so interesting to look at, and it’ll be even better once I get around to actually adding their facial features, expressions, hair, attire, and then colouring them as well omg! I’m a sucker for this kind of thing, blame it on @juliajm15 and her amazing diverse character designs.

It’s gonna be a huge picture with a lot of characters, and I’m stoked for it!! This is a piece which I hope I’ll be able to show ya’ll the progress of bit by bit in every few updates. (also, if you feel somewhat familiar with some of my characters, you’re welcome to make guesses at who’s who (; )

Another project I’m working on is making official character portraits of my main cast (and possibly minor characters as well). I just think it’s nice to have official portraits as reference for anyone who’d like to see what the characters look like, and also for myself for whenever I need to refresh the specific features and expression of each character. It’s just a nice thing that satiates my very Type A personality lmao!

So the characters above are Owen Wright (to the left) , Daniel’s puppy bff with the fluffy hair, and then from left to right I’m colouring the portraits of the Armstrong siblings: Caleb, Caitlyn and Tristan. Their dad is a duke! n.n Caleb is the oldest, Caitlyn the youngest, and Tristan is the bland middle child. He’s a little brat LOL but I still love him.

Also, due to this glorious reference I found, I finally figured out how to draw Daniel. Bless this model, I never knew I wanted Daniel to have big puffy lips, but apparently I do.

He looks actually nice now? Which is nice? I’m amazed. Also his hair? I can never draw his hair, but this looks nice so yay? Also, I dunno why I never draw clothes on him, I guess I’m just lazy lol, but he’s gonna need to wear clothes for the official character portrait soooo... That’s a thing I’m gonna have to do.

Now that I’ve figured out his features, it’s gonna be fun to remodel all his family members accordingly. I sense that he’ll have gotten those cute puffy lips from his mum meheheheh.

I also did some Disney fanart of my two favourite Disney ladies; Esmeralda and Kida <3

I actually never really draw fanart any more, it’s been yeeeaaaars since I did, and when I used to do it, I was always very particular about staying as true to the original art style as possible. But now that I’ve spent the past couple years focusing on developing my own art style, I actually decided not to care about that so much and just draw the characters the way I’m used to drawing my own, and lo and behold - it looks pretty accurate to the Disney style?? I assumed that the characters would end up looking very different, but other than the eyes being smaller I feel like they look the exact same lmao. It’s interesting to me, because even when I used to do fanart, I usually did so of Japanese art and manga, not of Disney or any other western art. Also, I don’t consider my own style very Disney, but it pleases me a lot that the characters look so much like themselves even in my art style! The most important thing to me is to capture the essence of the character anyway, so any fan can recognise the character they love so much n.n

So that’s about it for this round! I’ve been working on other things as well, but I’d rather not disclose them to the public just yet - perhaps later, when I’ve made more progress, or (gasp!) actually finished something!! Bahahah, with the many things I’m working on, hell will freeze over before that day comes. *cries*

Youtube

I’m adding this Youtube section because, in addition to writing and doing artwork, I also like to record vocal covers (mainly of kpop songs, but I’ll do anything I’m in the mood for at any given point), aaaaand as of today I'm gonna be uploading speedpaints as well! Which is probably good since I don’t upload my covers nearly as often as I finish them lmao.

I’ve not uploaded any new covers recently (though I really should, I do have some covers lying around on my laptop mwerp), but I’m gonna list a couple of my favourite covers I have on my channel here so you can take a listen if you’d like!

youtube

And today I uploaded my very first speedpaint to my channel, so check that out if you’re interested in that sort of stuff! It’s the process of my Christmas portrait piece for Serena. I aim to be more consistent with uploads since I have a few unedited recordings lying around, so keep an eye out for that!

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If you’ve read this far, thank you for sticking around and taking a look at my work, even if it’s only in WIP form. I wanted to start doing these updates because I’ve been watching my friends do them for a long time, and I always love reading their writing updates; they motivate me so much to get working on my own stuff, and I just wanna be able to perhaps do something similar for anyone else who’s watching me out there. So thank you sincerely to @coffeeandcalligraphy, @sarahkelsiwrites and @shaelinwrites for sharing your process with the world and being such an inspiration to me and many others, I love seeing you all make progress on your own projects <3

So that was all for this round, I hope you guys enjoyed a little sneak peek into what I’ve been working on! Until next time, folks!

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tinaysabella · 7 years ago

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Hmmm.

Tagged by @otabek-deserved-better

This is word vomit, btw

cuz I’m bored (and nervous to do my hw):

1.What was your biggest dream as a child?

Hm. I don’t exactly know. I mean it felt like I said “doctor” because everyone in my fam was throwing that around. And scalpels look cool. Well sharp things. Drawing anatomy and shapes seemed interesting...

but... I don’t truly know.

2. What is your biggest dream now?

Helping. In any and every way. Don’t really care about fame, but I tiny part of me wants to be acknowledge (especially for my fanfics and my originals that are left as WIP in the dust).

Mostly I ache to volunteer at my old high school again. They have this project (The Tungtong River Project/TRCP) that entails river clean ups, tree maintenance (watering plants, taking out trash etc), fund raising marathons (those are the best; It’s a beautiful view), fauna and flora research (gosh it’s AMAZING). the biodiversity in species is... wow. We used to have overnights in school, for research on bats and birds.. our teacher/professor taught us a lot in experimental designs for these kinds of research. Specifically bats and birds.. although there’s also amphibians and reptiles, who are given to students who were willing to take this area of research.. Recently (as far as three years recent, the time when I was still a senior high school student), mammalian research has started, I guess.. my groupmates and I were assigned to determine the census of civets (Paradoxurus hermaphroditus philippinensis, if I could remember? but yea google searched it and yea, I still got it haha).

But I felt.. that I would’ve learnt much more... if I put my heart into it. I lost motivation during that time (it was... yea.), and I think my teacher knew (who everyone adores including me) I was slipping... but someday, one way or another, if ever I finish med or while I’m in med, I could come back and volunteer and learn new things.. Maybe I’d help assist in research, or maybe I could get a job as a high school teacher in Biology or English. Not the ideal future my parents set (I never told them about this, but they were always gunning for me to be in med) but this is something that I’ve thought of in passing before, and until now...

After everything that’s happened, after all the people I’ve left, after... Nicole, this is something I’m still thinking about. Surprisingly...

God, I’m ranting again. word vomits.. lol

Honestly, it made more of a sci-fi author instead of writer for research journal articles... hahahahaha *cries*

3. What did you fear most as a child?

Whip. Scold. Nagging.

4. What do you fear most now?

Either letting someone in and/or fucking up a relationship (platonic or otherwise).

5. What’s a place you really want to visit?

Hm. I’d say my old school. Not really my school (UGH, hate the people.. at least a lot of people but yea), but you know the river near school.

Pretty much anything that’s nature related. I”m in for hiking, trekking, all those things..

I’m interested in historical sites..

(kung sana hindi mahal ang bayad haha)

6. An experience you really have to try?

Bungee jumping? Tee hee OOOH. Climbing the tallest mountain in the Philippines.

there’s tons, but yea, that’s part of the list.

7. How many fandoms have you been in so far? (roughly?)

6 or 7?

8. How many of them really stole your soul and transformed you as a person? (if any?)

4... :)

9. A character you relate most to and why?

AHAHAHAHA There’s a lot.. There’s no most, because there seems to be a single factor that I kind of notice?

but my mind’s struggling with Otabek from Yoi, Izuku from bnha, and Hiccup Haddock from HTTYD.

In general, all of them have this.. intelligence? smartness? but they don’t flaunt it. They’re the black sheep, the dark horse, which is what I see myself most of the time, even now. They’re quiet, and sometimes they stay alone, or sometimes they have a set of friends that they hang out with.

And there’s more than what’s seen with these characters.. well there’s always more than what’s seen with any character.. it’s just that they give this similar vibe that’s familiar... almost me... I can’t exactly explain, but I get that from them. They’re always sitting in the background, quiet, minds their own business..?

Unremarkable is their utmost advantage, I guess? No one (the audience) exactly knows what to expect from them (in their own way, ugh, the word is just somewhere IT WON’tT COME TO MIND UGH), and that’s the greatest advantage I ever had.

(and it never failed me)

10. What’s your most beloved belonging?

there’s no most haha. little prince notebook, earrings, a friendship bracelet, and cellphone.

11. Do you see yourself living in the same place in the future?

Hmmm. Sometimes.

my questions. Woooh.

1. Do you ever think how this planet earth dies? (There’s a book about it, with some extensive research, but I’m just wondering)

2. Do you ever think an earthquake would look beautiful if it weren’t dubbed as a calamity?

3. Do you ever see the blurred line between good and evil?

4. Have you ever went to a place where it’s all nature and less urban? Ever just sat/laid down and let the sun bask over you?

5.Do you know Avatar Korra? If not, do you have a fave anime/cartoon/live tv series?

6. Follow up question from #5. What do you think would the world be like if Zahir did defeat the avatar, if there was no longer a line of avatars? If you don’t know Korra, what was the most memorable villain that isn’t exactly the typical villain you’d expect?

7. Who is your favorite ship? Why do you ship them?

8. What would it be like if you were a teacher/professor?

9. Have you ever studied a feline carcass? If you did, what was the most memorable experience you’ve had? If no....... would you want to study a dead cat’s body?

10. What would you make for someone special?

11. Did you ever think that it would be best to just dump all the trash out to space (I mean my dad says so, but... uhh... idk.. it just.. it’s too good of a plan.. and I just feel like there has to be some flaw in plans like these)?

Tagging:

@clairles, @samanthacdsantos, @otapecs, @hello-em75, @els-main, @voxane, @lisaa-d-a, @eclair, @pheony1882, @fruityinthebootysehun,

...or anyone who wants to answer hahahahaha

Looking back, these are all...... word vomit.. soo...

#tagging #i didn't think it'd take this long #but it did #oops #sorry #word vomit

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peachy-jy · 8 years ago

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ye olde tag game

I was tagged by @got7peaches and I want to know if you came up with the title

(I think this was supposed to be fun and light but it ended up going to a really deep and verbose place so I’m putting it under the cut)

not tagging anyone cuz no one should have to read this lololol fml

how tall are you? 5′6″ and I’m not a fan... short people are cuter what color and style is your hair? red and long and curly what color are your eyes? they’re blue around the edges and green around the pupil and I know that sounds like a description straight out of “my immortal” but no I’m not making this up do you wear glasses or contacts? both but I prefer glasses do you wear braces? never have never will what is your fashion style? I don’t think I really have a “style.” That would require more money than I am willing to spend on clothes. But I love everything Claire wears so... if I could afford Claire’s style and pull it off I would dress like her when were you born? October 22 (burn this date in your mind) how old are you? 24 do you have any siblings? 2 brothers, one older one younger what school/college do you go to? this seems like tmi so I’ll just say I’m in nursing school (as if everyone didn’t know that already I never shut up about it) what kind of student are you? the worst. I’m that asshole who puts in 10% effort and turns in everything late and somehow still does ok what are your favorite subjects? anatomy was super fun (the human body is weird and amazing) but I think my favorite class I’ve ever taken was formal logic (it’s the satisfaction of completing mathematical equations with none of the actual math) what are your favorite shows? 30 rock, parks and rec, the office, community, scrubs... basically good sitcoms with 5+ seasons. I’m also a slut for reality tv (dance moms anyone?) and competition shows (great british bake-off what whaaat) what are your favorite movies? the one I always pick when I have to pick just one is when harry met sally but I am a huge cinephile and I have dozens of favorites so if you’re looking for a movie rec hmu what are your favorite books? my book choices are a lil outdated cuz all I read is fanfic lately lololol but old OLD faves are hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy, the giver, ready player one, and the hunger games series what are your favorite past times? my favorite past time is collecting past times, getting decently good at them, and then abandoning them. I’ve taught myself to play the ukulele, painting and drawing, niche board games, pottery, baking, the basics of a few languages, and a few video games here and there. The only hobbies that I’ve done consistently for several years are knitting, watching movies (specifically going to the movie theater because you can’t beat that atmosphere tbh), and writing (mostly fanfiction; I haven’t written anything original since high school). do you have any regrets? I wish I had never gone to the second university I attended... I basically wasted three years of my life in a hick town. I was miserable but I learned a lot about myself and also a lot about people and how to not be a shitty one so I guess it wasn’t a total waste. It sure felt like it though. what is your dream job? I wish I had the self-confidence to be a fiction writer full time. If I really worked hard at developing original concepts, I think I could be pretty good at it. Plus I would never have to leave my apartment and I could wear sweatpants 24/7, which is the real dream, let’s be real would you like to get married? where? I kind of flip flop on this one... sometimes I think I’d like it but then again I’m such a loner that I think I would suck at marriage sooo... my brother says I need to find someone who is as smart as me but total shit at something I’m good at, so I can take care of them and feel needed. I don’t know that marriage necessarily needs to be involved... Plus if I ever did get married I’d prob elop or only invite my immediate family sooooo do you want kids? how many? I don’t think I’d want to create life but I’d be 100% down for adopting... then again when my celeb crushes say they want kids I’m all I VOLUNTEER so who can say do you like shopping? If I magically come into extra income then yes. If I’m on a budget, shopping for something I need is like torture. The exception is always make-up/skincare. I buy myself new make-up when I’m sad. how many countries have you visited? 7, all of them European, but one of them was just for a day so I feel like it doesn’t really count. I really want to visit some Asian countries, though. what was your scariest dream? The scariest one that comes to mind was being locked in an office building with office workers and there was a serial killer-type guy in a jigsaw mask who kept turning the lights off and abducting people one by one and disfiguring their faces. No fuckin clue where that came from tbh. I’ve never even seen Saw. do you have any enemies? I’d like to think I don’t? I try really hard to treat everyone well regardless of how they treat me because I like being liked... but honestly there are a few people who hate my guts and won’t meet me halfway to reconcile sooooo yes, I guess I do. I don’t hold it against them, though. If they ever took a moment to see things from my point of view they would realize that I never meant them any harm and I’m just a flawed person, trying my best. But apologies don’t go very far with people who like to hold grudges and feel like the world is against them, so I can’t do anything about that. do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? I don’t have the energy for that. Right now, having a S/O sounds kind of terrible actually lmao they’re so much work

THIS GOT HELLA LONG I’M SORRY BLAME CLAIRE

Put your music on shuffle and list the first fifteen songs without skipping:

We Hate You Please Die - Crash and the Boys (Scott Pilgrim anyone? no? ok)

Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons (I downloaded the whole album bc I liked Radioactive but I’ve never actually listened to this song)

Green Onions - Booker T & The MG’s (idk don’t ask)

The Curse of Curves - Cute Is What We Aim For (a one hit wonder but I still know every word to this song)

All Alright - Fun.

Classic Rock Medley - The Cat’s Pajamas (a local acapella group from my high school days)

Bellas Final - the Pitch Perfect Soundtrack (ok this plus the last one is making it seem like I’m obsessed with acapella I’m really not)

East West - Herman’s Hermits (...I actually love this band don’t judge me)

Here It Goes Again - Ok Go (say what you will about the song but that video with the treadmills was iconic)

20 Dollar Nose Bleed - Fall Out Boy

Sims Holidaze - The Sims 2 Bon Voyage (I may or may not have the entire collected Sims soundtrack on my ipod...)

Lesson 4 Pronunciation - Rosetta Stone Italian Level 3 (Remember when I was fluent in Italian? yeah me neither)

Whistle (Acoustic) -Blackpink (I like the original better)

Come So Far (Got So Far To Go) - Hairspray soundtrack (ok but this whole soundtrack is a bop I forgot I used to love this)

Mowgli’s Road - Marina & the Diamonds

What have we learned? That hitting shuffle is not at all indicative of a person’s taste in music, but instead exposes their sordid musical past.

#I just spent two hours doing this oh my god Claire you owe me #tag game #shut up jenna

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