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[darkhymns-fic]

When Life is a Song

Genis narrowed his eyes, looking up at Lloyd and Colette both. “You two… What kind of dancing was that?” He frowned, standing on his tip toes, trying his best to be tall, though in comparison to his already tall friends, this only slightly worked. “How about we leave some room for Martel, huh?"

In which there is awkward dancing, awkward confessions, and awkward musings about a sleeping Goddess.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel, Genis Sage, Raine Sage Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: This was a secret santa gift made for @poesby​ for the Colloyd discord server! Thanks so much for being a part of it! I had so much fun with this prompt.

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It was at a school dance that Lloyd first realized he was in love with Colette.

That dance happened just a year before Colette would be off on her journey to regenerate the world, Lloyd remembered. No oracles had come down to Sylvarant, and no Desians had gone to attack the Martel Temple where she would train and take her lessons on the scriptures of the Angels. It was still just in the tail-end of spring, before the air would grow more humid with the coming of summer. The farmer’s crops had yielded their share, and the treaty still kept them safe, as far as everyone was concerned.

It was the Professor that had arranged the school dance to begin with, which had always confused Lloyd back then, even though she claimed that it was to celebrate a successful school year. Only years later, after the journey, would he realize that perhaps this had been his teacher’s way of giving Colette what had been denied her for so long. Never allowed outside of the village, with sometimes her entire days being holed up in that temple, Colette barely got to just relax and enjoy the normalcy that everyone else had. 

But of course, Raine had to make that be a part of school somehow.

“Lloyd! Why are you so late?!” Genis was standing at the wooden door to the Iselian schoolhouse, hands on his hips, and looking very displeased. The air around them was warm, even in the early evening, carrying the scent of the oak trees that surrounded the village. “The party started a half hour ago!”

“Gah, sorry!” Lloyd said, rushing up to the entrance as if he had just run all the way from his house. Which, well, he did! Once he realized he was late… “Noishe doesn’t like to walk around the forest at night, and it’s really dark! Monsters are also kind of a pain…”

Genis wasn’t convinced. He eyed Lloyd’s outfit. “And you just wore the same thing you wear every day to a party ever since you were 13?”

“It’s not the same thing!” Lloyd proudly pointed at his familiar red jacket, but specifically at the buttons that lined up his torso and sleeves. “See? These are golden buttons! This is my fancy jacket!”

“…That’s stupid. You can barely even tell they’re different in the light!”

“At least I’m not wearing a lame bowtie,” Lloyd argued back. Bright red and decorating Genis’ little suit like he was a doll, Lloyd would have teased more had he not felt Raine’s sudden smack across the back of his head, his only warning being the slow smile on Genis’ face just a half-second before.

“Don’t be rude, Lloyd. And you are very late. This is going to affect your grade, you know.”

“What?! I’m being graded for a school party?!” But he barely got to argue, already being pushed along into the schoolhouse by Genis. To think that he’d have to go to school still on a weekend…

He hadn’t realized how that night would be so important to him then.

The schoolhouse wasn’t big, containing only one room for the entire class. But with the desks put away, replaced with tables of home-cooked food from local chefs in the village, and fun party decorations that lined the walls, it looked so entirely different. Streamers that were a multitude of colors flowed down from the ceiling, and even some balloons were tied around the place, some having cut loose and now floating way up high to the wooden beams overhead.

And honestly, to Lloyd, it still felt a bit like another school day with the other students here too. The girls who always gossiped in the corner were chatting away in the very same place, but wearing different dresses that looked like the colors of the grass outside. And the boys that he remembered being part of Professor Sage’s fan club were milled about in a small group, sneaking occasional glances towards the door where Lloyd and Genis came through, groaning when seeing their teacher wasn’t with them. They always had more and more members than he thought…

But the ages of everyone also ranged all over the place, from those being as old as him, to others as young as seven. He could already see a group of the youngest students trying to play tag with each other while flitting about the tables, treating the party as if it was just another recess period. That was what happened when everyone in the village had their classes at one place and with just one room.

But through all that, through all the people he recognized and the color that brightened the walls, he searched for her, barely finding a trace.

“Where’s Colette?” he finally asked Genis.

The boy pointed to the back of the classroom-turned party hall. “Over there when I last saw her. She tripped, and well…”

Lloyd winced, knowing exactly what that meant. “Ah man, again?” Hopefully she was okay, but then again this was the usual for her.

“She didn’t mess with my decorations at least, but I made sure Raine healed her of any injuries.” Genis nodded, looking proud of himself for that decision. “Anyway, I don’t think she’s moved from their since.”

“Why aren’t you hanging out her? She’s probably been really bored of this party!” Now Lloyd was starting to feel bad about being late if Colette had been by herself this whole time.

“Hey! It’s not boring!” Genis argued. “Besides, I can’t hang out as I’m in charge of chaperoning. Well, sis is, but I’m helping out!”

Lloyd tilted his head. “Chapa what?”

Genis frowned. “...Just go to her.”

Honestly, Lloyd didn’t need to be told twice, already heading off while Genis was still talking. “Whatever you say!!” Saying the last bit in a shout was not exactly the smartest move, the sound traveling easily in the room and making heads turn; from the kids playing tag, to the boys still gossiping, openly wondering why Raine wasn’t here yet…

It made her head turn too, just in time.

Underneath the dim lights of the set table lamps and the stars outside, he saw Colette, still brushing away the wood chips from her dress. A familiar-shaped hole was just behind her, which was about her very height and width. Maybe something that Lloyd could help fix up later…

But it was at his sudden shout, bouncing across the room that took her attention, made her turn to see him coming over. “Lloyd! You finally made it!”

And for one moment, Lloyd slowed his steps.

Back then, maybe Lloyd hadn’t understood what he felt just yet. Colette’s dress was different from her usual one, still covering her from head to toe. But it was more flowy than her usual, the edges trimmed with lace, her hem printed with star-shaped patterns. It was a summer dress perfect for the warm air outside, the kind that would let her feel the summer breeze. Her hair was also tied up in a bun, showing off more of her face, such as the red on her cheeks, and the dimples that formed whenever she smiled.

Lloyd hadn’t understood why his heart had beat so strangely back then, why he took a moment to speak… and why he suddenly felt a little ashamed at how he dressed, wishing he had gotten something cooler, like a cape, or maybe even a party mask… “Uh, hey Colette! Why are still over here?”

Colette laughed, though she looked nervous as she did so, still brushing away more invisible dust from her dress. “Ah, well, I messed up…”

She gestured to that hole, scratching her cheek in embarrassment. “I’m not even sure how I did it this time!”

“Oh right… It must be all these balloons here,” Lloyd offered as an explanation. “They’re in the way of the floor a lot!”

“Aw, but they’re really cute. I was afraid I’d pop them if I get too close.”

Lloyd reached out to one balloon floating nearby, its pink color so bright and pastel-shaded that it drew the eye a bit. “Nah, there’s no way these can just pop that easily!” He took its string, pulling it to him quickly. “You just gotta-” Pop!

The sound made both Lloyd and Colette flinch, along with a few other people who stood nearby. From the front of the room, he heard Genis yell out to him. “Lloyd! Careful with those!”

“Er, sorry about that!” Now Lloyd held a completely deflated balloon by its string, smiling at Colette shamefacedly. “Guess we both should be careful…”

Colette giggled. “It’s okay, I’m just happy you’re here. I thought that maybe you wouldn’t come.”

“No way! I uh, did kinda forget for a little bit, but then I remembered!”

Her smile was gentle in that dim light, and it was different than what Lloyd was used to, even though he was always seeing Colette’s smiles each day. How come…? She spoke again, breaking the brief little spell he was under. “And you have new clothes too! I really like those golden buttons.”

Lloyd stood there in shock. She noticed! “Y-yeah! It’s my fancy set! See, look, look!” He turned around, showing off the white ribbon strips that streamed from his collar, looking the usual to the untrained eye until…

“Oh! There’s patterns on it!” Colette said, reaching out to hold one of the ribbons, so softly in her hands. “They look like little dogs!”

“Hehe. I was using Noishe as a subject to make these! I still gotta get better at sewing though…” He turned back around, while Colette still held onto that ribbon, tracing the shape along the surface. He stared at what she wore as well, so used to her thick overcoat and not the dress that fluttered about her legs freely. “And, uh, you look pretty great too!”

“Hehe, thanks. Usually the Church doesn’t want me to but… they said it was okay for tonight.” Her voice lowered a fraction, her fingers still twiddling with the ribbons until the note of a flute floated in the air. She dropped it in surprise, raising her head. “Oh!”

Lloyd turned around, seeing some of the other students gathered near the very front of the classroom (party room?); one girl was holding up the flute that played softly, while a spectacled boy was by her side, strumming a guitar, and another was holding up a triangle, waiting for the perfect moment to strike it… “Isn’t that the music club?” he asked aloud.

“Oh, they’re playing for the party! That’s so nice.” Colette clasped her hands to her chest as some of the other students moved from their groups to go out into the middle of the room. The music was still in its beginning phases, but the tune was finding its place, delivering a rhythm that even the youngest student could jump around to. The song was simple, the beat easy to nod heads to.

“Wow…” Lloyd hadn’t expected this party to be much of anything, but the music stirred something in his chest. Did Iselia do stuff like this often? Was this what he was missing living so far off in the forests with his dad? He looked at Colette, finding her suddenly very quiet, eyes rapt to the front of the room.

“Colette, what’s up?” he asked.

“Hm? Ah nothing! Well maybe just, um, Lloyd…” Her voice held something soft that he didn’t understand, not just yet still, but it made him give her his full attention either way. The candlelight within the lamps shone off her tied-up hair, illuminated the stars on her dress, all as the music stirred louder around them. “Do you think… you want to try dancing?”

Lloyd only felt a twinge of nervousness – just a bit. But not enough to make him hesitate or refuse. With a grin, he held out his hand for Colette to take. “Yeah! Just uh, I haven’t ever danced before.”

“Hehe, that’s okay! I haven’t done anything like this before either, I think.”

“So that sounds like a pretty good excuse to try it then,” he teased, feeling her hand go in his. It always felt so natural to hold her hand like this, like it was just the right size when her palm pressed against his. His heart went ba-dump! all the sudden, but he only focused on Colette, walking with her to the floor, hearing that same flute play with more energy, the student musicians giving it all they had.

On the way, Colette caught the edge of her shoe against a small pile of confetti on the ground. Lloyd reached out with both arms to catch her, pulling her up. “Oh, uh, watch out for those!” It was literally just paper Colette had tripped on but somehow that was enough…

“Ah, I’m sorry… I’m just too clumsy.” She bit her lip. “Maybe this is silly…”

“Didn’t you just say you wanted to try?” Lloyd asked, genuinely wondering. And they were already here, weren’t they? A brief glance to their surroundings showed him how everyone else danced too; many of them just excitedly moving around each other in erratic patterns, while others interlocked their arms together, skipping across the floor. Genis was to the side, arms crossed, looking out over the place with a certain pride, with Raine finally not far behind. She was taking a red pen to a piece of paper she held in her hand… She really was grading people right now!

He had a few ideas on how he couldn’t fail on this.

Lloyd quickly looped his right arm into Colette’s left, keeping her close. He heard her lightly gasp, but she didn’t move away, her cheek brushing against his shoulder as she turned to him. “How about this? You definitely can’t fall if we dance this way!”

Colette looked radiant before nodding in approval. The warm light over her hair made it glow, and she gripped Lloyd’s arm back just as tightly. “Okay!”

Lloyd had no idea what song was playing, or if it was a mish-mash of many at once. (The students were still learning, after all). But as he took Colette out to the floor, he made sure to keep her standing upright. The most he knew about dancing was a few dwarven jigs, and Lloyd quickly kicked out his legs to imitate such a thing, moving to the beat of the song(s). “Dad taught me this!”

“Oh, I wanna try!” Colette saw and then attempted to follow through. The hem of her dress flew along with her, and already Lloyd could see her tilt a bit backwards at the motion. But he kept hold of her fast, and even when she lost her balance, soon she was falling back against his arm safely. “Ah! I almost fell again…”

“But you didn’t! See? I won’t drop you, promise.”

Colette’s face was nearby, a few stray blonde strands already slipping from her bun. “Okay, I trust you!”

Even as they tried out their dwarven steps that a few people raised an eyebrow at, Lloyd felt the night rush around him. They were clumsy on their feet, and they bumped into other pairs that were also out on the floor. But even through all the stumbles, Lloyd felt his cheeks ache with a constant smile.

Even for a party that he was being graded on, this wasn’t so bad at all.

Still, there were a few hiccups along their dancing journey. Colette would somehow, through by her own little miracles, accidently step on someone else’s toes, earning a complaint from the victim. “Sorry!” she’d say, and then trip over another person, and then sometimes, even accidentally planting her heel against the tip of Lloyd’s boots.

“Ah! Oh no…”

“Hey, that’s nothing!” Lloyd reassured, the pain simply brief and then forgotten. But he’d have to carry her closer, or hold her nearer to avoid everyone else. “Just follow my lead!”

“I thought I was…”

“Oh, watch out for that other balloon!” he warned before neatly whisking Colette off her feet, saving her from accidentally popping the party decoration. “Phew. Just in time.”

“S-Sorry about that!” Colette giggled, hands placed on his shoulders as he held her up by the waist. Her cheeks were red from their dancing, and she was catching her breath, all while she grinned so wide.

Lloyd didn’t move for a few moments, staring at her before finally getting the idea to set her down. “No more apologizing, remember?” he teased, one hand slipping from her side while the other lingered. Because they were going to keep dancing! Unless she was tired? “Did you wanna keep going?”

Colette nodded, and the relief in Lloyd was so palpable, he wondered then just what he would have felt if she had said no. The music still went in their same beat, bringing everyone else on the floor into more energetic movement. A pair of young children swerved around them both, one of them bumping against Colette’s leg and offsetting the precarious balance she always had.

With hardly any sound, she fell forward. Lloyd caught her deftly by the waist once more, because it was natural to do so. She was always so light between his fingers.

“Still not letting you fall,” he said to her with a smile, helping her stand up just a bit. “No matter how many little kids run into you!” In this room right now, that was a very high probability.

“Hehe…I’ll do the same for you!” Colette said, straightening, but only a bit. She was leaning against his chest, head tilted downward. He still held her, and she felt perfect against his palms. “Wow, those buttons are really shiny…”

“Told ya they were!” Lloyd said with pride, having made sure to extra polish them before coming over. But even with that, and the frenzy of the students around them who still danced to the music, he felt a little calmer then usual. Colette hadn’t moved away and he didn’t want to question why.

“Sorry,” she whispered again, hands reaching up to clasp before her chest. But her knuckles just brushed against the front of his jacket. Her fingers loosened their hold on each other. “Just trying not to trip…”

She was shuffling her feet across the floor. Lloyd found that he did the same, keeping the slow, slow pace with her.

Were they still dancing? It didn’t match the music, or everyone else around them…but he liked it.

“Dork, don’t apologize,” he chided once again, but softer. Would she be able to hear him through the noise? But she was so near, she must have. Her hands finally let go of each other to press against his jacket lightly. “But, this works out, doesn’t it?”

“Hm?” Colette, eyes half-lidded, raised them to meet Lloyd’s own.

“If you’re tired but don’t wanna stop dancing, we can just do this.” This seemed like the perfect solution, that and holding Colette this way made him feel so warm. “Right?”

“Yeah, hehe.” She nodded, her cheeks still a bit red, her hair still reflecting the dim light of the room. “Just tired… And, you don’t mind?”

He had more to say, but the way she looked up at him made his words catch in his throat for a short moment. How to say that he really, honestly, liked this so much? “I don’t mind…” he told her, and as she lingered in his hold, he wanted to say something more. “Hey, um…”

Colette gave him all her attention, a hand now over one of those bright buttons of his. “Yes, Lloyd?”

Something that his voice was doing, his own brain barely able to catch up. But with Colette, it felt natural still. Along with…

“Do you think…that maybe you and I could-”

“Noooope!”

And then he felt a sudden force between them, with Colette somehow further away from him? But she looked just as confused in the position, her hands held up in the air with surprise. Huh? What is-?

It was only the tell-tale peek of silver hair that brought Lloyd’s eyes down to see Genis was right in-between them, hands pressed against their stomachs as he pushed. “Red flag, you two!”

Both Lloyd and Colette blinked, looking down at their tiny friend, who was doing all he can to stretch out his arms. “Oh, Genis!” said Colette, smiling down at him, even though she was still very confused. “Um, is something wrong?”

Lloyd was less nice about it. “Yeah, what gives? Ow!” Also, Genis was pushing on his stomach way too hard!

Genis narrowed his eyes, looking up at Lloyd and Colette both. “You two… What kind of dancing was that?” He frowned, standing on his tip toes, trying his best to be tall, though in comparison to his already tall friends, this only slightly worked. “How about we leave some room for Martel, huh?”

That… made no sense to Lloyd at all. “What are you talking about?”

“But… Martel isn’t here though.” Colette argued, though she sounded just as confused. “I mean, I guess she is everywhere technically… Oh, Genis! Can you talk to Martel? Is she dancing with us?” Then a softer question, her concern so apparent. “Are we squeezing her too tight?

“N-No! It’s an expression!” Genis sighed, putting down his arms but still standing in-between them. “You’re getting way too lovey-dovey in here. You’re just lucky my sis isn’t watching right now.”

And that was it, the moment Lloyd completely understood what he had been feeling all evening just then. He could only hope the light was dim enough to not show off his blush, and that the crack in his voice was unnoticeable. “K-Knock it off!” Had that been it all along?

Colette also looked a little shocked…. Though maybe for different reasons. “I didn’t know Martel would be so angry…” She bowed her head to Genis. “I’ll tell her I’m sorry.”

“Colette, I just said it was an expression! Agh, forget it.” Genis still hadn’t gotten out of their way, which probably made Lloyd more annoyed at his friend then he had ever been. “I have to watch out for you guys all the time.”

“No you don’t!” Lloyd argued. “We’re older than you!”

“Sometimes I honestly wonder about that.”

Colette was more patient than Lloyd, but her hands still hovered over her chest, fiddling with her fingers as she could only just stand and wait. “Um, does this mean we’re not allowed to dance anymore?”

Genis sighed and waved away the question, already stepping away. “Go ahead, but again: No lovey dovey stuff. It’s weird!”

Lloyd was about to protest that it wasn’t that lovey! Even if the memory of holding Colette close got his heart racing just a little bit… But Colette stepped forward, taking Lloyd’s right hand in her left, while placing her other hand on his shoulder. The way she took over made him lose his very track of thought.

“Is something like this okay? Oh, maybe you can dance with us too, Genis!”

Genis flushed then. “No way! I’m still chaperoning! So you two better keep those hands where I can see them!” Pointing at his two friends, Genis walked off, maneuvering easily between other dancing pairs across the floor.

Lloyd stood there now, gripping her hand tightly in his, unused to this somewhat fancy dancing position she had gotten them into. “Is he still watching us?” Lloyd asked Colette, who still faced the direction Genis had gone off to.

Colette leaned past his shoulder slightly, the loose collar of her dress falling gently across her neck. The sight made him consider a few new feelings in him. “A little bit… But he keeps looking at the musicians a lot!”

“Genis always wanted to play that flute,” Lloyd said, letting his other hand fall to her waist again. Again, fitting so perfectly against his palm. “Um, did you still wanna dance?”

She smiled up at him, and even though she wasn’t as near, the sight of it got him feeling warm. “Only if you want to.”

So Lloyd took her hand and they tried again to dance across the floor with the others, not as slow as before, but careful to not trip Colette’s feet. Still, he had to swerve her out of the way of an excited third-grader, or another couple that kept stepping too near their pace. It was only a matter of time before Colette tripped again!

“If we danced outside it’d probably easier…” he whined aloud, needing to make another quick swerve to the left to keep Colette from running into a table. “More room to move around, also way less stuffy than in here!” That was also one other issue; having so many people packed into one large room made him yearn for fresh air.

“Hehe, and the moon outside looks really pretty too.” Colette turned her head to the windows, where the torches that served as Iselia’s light helped illuminate the dirt roads outside.

“You think so? I guess it kinda does.” Lloyd looked too, then back to Colette. She blinked up at him as he shifted his hands to hold both of her own. “Is Genis still watching?”

A soft pause, but she looked again past him. Her loose hair tumbled just past the shell of her ear. She then giggled. “He’s now trying to play the flute too!”

Perfect. He shared with her a grin, all while still holding her hands, that he had shared with her so much over the years, the kind that he knew Colette would recognize what it meant.

“So,” he started to ask, tilting his head towards the door. He had again seen the night sky outside, how inviting it looked, with the stars so intensely bright, with even the upright torches so warm. “Wanna sneak out?”

The party was festive, with music that was now accompanied by a few off-beat tunes from a certain flute. But it was always nicer when it was just the two of them anyway.

“Oh…” Colette breathed, and then he saw the hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. “You think we could?”

“Genis is distracted.” Another piercing flute note that made Lloyd wince slightly. Yeah, he was definitely distracted. “It’s now or never!”

He barely had to wait for Colette to decide – who already locked his arm in hers, head just slightly touching his shoulder.

“Just so I don’t trip,” she said, winking at him.

Lloyd knew exactly what he was feeling then, and it only made him smile. “Yeah!”

With the two of them together, they had all the awkward grace of a stumbling newborn deer, but it hadn’t mattered much. They had rushed out from the schoolhouse, once again underneath the soothing dark sky. Lloyd quickly ushered Colette, their boots stepping hard on the wooden doorsteps. “Come on, come on!”

“I am!” Colette agreed, but her eyes had caught something else, just behind them as they finally got out into the open world before them. “Oh, is that the Professor…?”

Lloyd swore he felt his blood leave his face at the mention of it. He dared to turn, saw that familiar frown framed by silver hair as their teacher stomped after them. “Uhhh let’s go right now! Hurry!”

“Waa! O-Okay!” And somehow, in their mad dash away from the schoolhouse, Colette didn’t trip or slow down. She held fast to Lloyd’s arm, and rushed alongside him down the Iselian roads. Dirt kicked up at their travel, but neither really cared at all.

-

“Okay…I think we lost her,” Lloyd said as stopped at a nearby hill to catch his breath. It was a place that overlooked Iselia, but still stayed clear of the forests where monsters roamed. He winced then, remembering. “Man…I probably got detention for a week now.”

Colette was also panting a bit, but each breath she let out was like an airy giggle, making her shoulders shake. “We ran so fast! I think I tore my dress a little too!”

“Huh!?” Lloyd snapped his head up towards her, and then immediately saw that tear on the hem of her outfit. “Dammit, it must have been when we ran past that tree and a branch got you… Argh, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Colette asked, sticking out her tongue at him. “But if you really wanted, maybe you can fix it for me later.”

“Oh, yeah! I can do that!” Lloyd figured he could use the practice at sewing. If he could stitch up the face of a dog into his ribbons, he could fix up a dress!

“And besides, we can dance out here.” Colette reached forward to grasp his hands. “Like you said?”

“Heh, already? There’s no music this time, but we don’t need it!” And he went to grasp her hand in his, the other settling on her waist. “And no people to trip you.”

“Yeah! Unless you do.” Another tease, prompting out a ‘Hey!’ from Lloyd but she only laughed, and so did he. The night air was comfortable, and the flowers that were near surrounded them with the scent of pollen, mixed in with the pine from the forest.

And then – another trip.

Colette this time got her boot caught up in a tangled nest of grass stalks and weeds. She fell back, pulling Lloyd down with her until they were both sitting on the grass, legs askew.

“You let me fall!” she told him with a grin.

“I didn’t think you could even fall now!” Lloyd protested. He sat up straighter in the grass, hands still on Colette as he helped her do the same. “I want a do-over.”

It must have been something from before that made him still keep his hand in hers, that made his thumb brush against her dress, now not only torn, but stained from the grass. He hoped she wouldn’t be in trouble, not with her grandmother, or the Church, or with Professor Sage who had just saw them sneak out…

“Lloyd…” Colette asked, and her voice was now more serious than before. It made him pause, wondering. Maybe he was being too weird with her now, and she didn’t like it and- “Didn’t you want to ask me something before?”

Oh. He hadn’t expected that. There was no warm candlelight to color her hair, but the moon made it shine even more, highlighted the many ruffles and folds of her dress.

“Haha, um…” He did know. He knew exactly what he wanted to ask, even before he understood the significance. “It’s too lame though.”

“I won’t think so,” Colette reassured him.

“Why do you say that?” he asked, curious.

“Because it’s you, Lloyd. I know I’ll be okay with what you want to say.”

She was okay with being with him too, away from the party, their hands still clasped.

“Ah well…” he hedged, feeling suddenly so childish in all the wrong ways. “Maybe it’s a weird thing to ask.”

At that, Colette only looked even more curious, looking up at him. No crowd to continually make her trip, or the well-meaning friend of theirs to keep them from getting too close, or the teacher who probably already had their grades set.

It was just Colette, and no one else.

“Do you think, um…” Lloyd started, worried for an interruption; from the sky, from the forest nearby, or from Colette. But she waited for him to move on, to be brave enough in what to say. “Do you think you and I could be…I dunno, uh… more than…” It was sounding worse by the minute, even as he couldn’t stop holding her. “More than friends?”

It was the best he could say, and he only hoped that the silence that followed would be merciful enough. Maybe Colette would only make fun of him a little bit.

“Lloyd, is this your way of asking to kiss me?”

Huh?! Wait, is it?! He blinked, staring at Colette, who seemed to have also made her own little gamble on what should happen next. Her cheeks were still flushed, even long after they had stopped dancing and running, and laughing…

Maybe it was dumb, to take her bet just then. But he leaned down to kiss her, just like he wanted to at the dance so suddenly before being pushed away. It was quick and tinged with a bit of panic, but he felt Colette press against him, not turning away.

He was already laughing in mid-kiss, pulling away only to cup her face in his hands. “You’re really a dork.”

“So are you,” she told him, matching his smile. But then there was something so sad in her eyes then, that it made Lloyd pause.

“Oh…was it that bad?” he asked. It had been his first kiss! Not exactly something one could practice…

“No, not that! It was… really nice.” Colette reached up to brush her fingers against his hands, happy to keep him near. “I’m just thinking about what Genis said.”

Lloyd’s mind stilled. “You were thinking of Genis when you kissed me?”

“Not like that!” she argued with a pout. “It’s just, what he said, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Lloyd let his hands fall from her cheeks to rest on her shoulders. “You’re gonna have to remind me what he said because I completely forgot.” Really, Genis was the last thing on his mind right now!

Colette wavered, hands now brushing from his wrists down to his arms, always continually touching him. He hoped she would keep doing that. “Lloyd, do you think…Martel would be okay with this?”

That had been unexpected, a weird splash of cold water that just got dumped on his head. “Um, why are we talking about Church things right now?” As if talking about Genis after their kiss wasn’t weird enough!

“Maybe she wouldn’t… Because I’m supposed to…” Then she trailed off, stopped.

Lloyd saw the defeat her eyes, a pain in them that he hadn’t understood back then. There had been so much he didn’t truly get until it was too late.

Maybe what he said next was careless, but the feeling gripped his ribs, wanting to be known. “It doesn’t matter what Martel thinks,” he said, and saw Colette’s eyes widen. “I mean! Well…this doesn’t have anything to do with her, does it?”

Colette blinked, her hands gripping his tight. “It doesn’t?” she repeated, thinking it over.

“I mean, not that she’s not important!” All he ever heard about Martel was how important she was, especially to Colette, a Chosen! He didn’t want to make her feel bad, but how best could he explain? “It’s just, well, this isn’t part of being a Chosen. So… it doesn’t have anything to do with her, right? Just us.” He paused, thinking it over again, liking that so much suddenly. “It’s just us right now.”

Colette still hesitated, and suddenly he was understanding that whatever she struggled with now, she had struggled with for years and years. All of it unraveling right before him, in his very hold.

“But anything I do… has to do with Martel.” She looked down, right at those golden buttons of his. “So, shouldn’t I…”

Lloyd tried one last thing, a thrown-out fact in class that he had somehow been able to retain. “But Martel is asleep. Would she even know what you’re doing?”

Colette didn’t say anything, silent, considering.

“And besides…” Lloyd continued. “Martel is supposed to be good and kind. So, even if she was awake and everything…why wouldn’t she want her Chosen to be happy?”

Still Colette stayed silent, still, she would not say anything.

Lloyd worried just then he had messed up, but he couldn’t take back what he meant. “But it only matters if you like this.” He grinned nervously, his lips still tingling from remembered warmth. “Because I definitely do.”

“…Me too,” Colette said, staring up at him again. The words came out fast, all as she looked up at him. “I- I really liked it!”

He hadn’t expected such intensity in her eyes. “Colette?”

“I do too, I really do, I-” she said it even faster, as if she was releasing something held insider her for so long, and then she moved to kiss him again, surprising him with the force of it. But he was eager to learn, eager to take whatever Colette was giving him right now. He held her close, kissing Colette underneath the many stars.

And if Martel really was watching and disapproving them right now in her sleep, Lloyd thought, then he didn’t care. Not if Colette wanted this too. She deserved to want things, and he promised since then, that he would keep helping her believe that with every part of her heart.

[btxtreads]

ANOTHER TAG ASHJHJASD

extra long tag game (aka a tmi that no one particularly cares for)

tagged by @txthearteu​

tagging @markhyucknorenminchenji​ @qtsoobin​ @beomberry​ @txtdiaries​ and other people who wanna do it idk

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

of course, none other than king943 hSJADJSAJHAS. He’s a little secret I’ll let you all in on: the first person I actually noticed in TXT was,,,,,,, Kang Taehyun hSDHJAHJSDAHSA but he wasn’t my bias. I just thought he was cute (also amused me bc my BTS bias was Taehyung and I found a guy named Taehyun cute), but I didn’t stan them then. I started stanning when I saw ONE DREAM.TXT where they talked to BTS and found them really cute and endearing. Looking into them, they were wild, and chaotic and so fun and also i got rEAAAALLY attached to Soobin. So here I am. There u go, my stanning story.

TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

becoming a famous actress or singer hJSHADJSA

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

Went to a theme park. I miss going to theme parks 🥺

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

hmmm most of the time i just go out with just my phone and money unless I need to bring a bag due to safety concerns/more items needed. So I’d say nothing unconventional.

favourite type of plushies and why?

God do I seem boring hsahsajjsa but i wasn’t too big on plushies. I had a gigantic teddy bear named Justin when I was a kid (it’s a bear with shades that my brother gave me) and I used to buy plushies whenever I’m in disneyland, it’s all in my sister’s reading lounge. The only plushie in my room now is a Mollang doll wearing like a blue shirt/dress, it’s my favorite rn It’s squishyyyy

favourite song right now?

right now, it’s Work It by Sabrina Carpenter.

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

Dancing (i literally suck. i have no idea how. no joke), Vocal Lessons (had some lessons briefly for like a year but i stopped and want to take some again), music production, acting, hosting

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

ok okok so one time in our class groupchat we were talking about class elections for officers. There were muse votes and some people were saying they want me to be the muse but i didnt want to bc i was busy with work. Then they started saying that they want me to be the muse and this guy that i rejected be the escort. while this is happening, i was simping hard for soobin in another chat. anyways, i got everything mixed up and accidentally sent the soobin simp stuff to the class chat and everyone thought i was simping for the classmate i rejected i was so asHAMED.

headphones or speakers? why?

speakers! idk i just like blastic the music loud.

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

anything with cheese

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

spotify since its free for me askjjksad someone pays for my subscription lmaooo

😌✌️

questions from cj to me:

android or apple? why?

APPLE because im loyal 😌 and i guess im just used to it so its easier to use for me + all my gadgets at home are mac

words of affirmation or physical affection? why?

I think there should be a good balance of both. The words will have the ability to give you this sense of comfort and satisfaction and you know just overall a peace of mind when you hear the right words??? and physical affection bc sometimes it’s just better to get a hug or a kiss isntead of talking yk? actions speak louder than words sometimes

bean bag or rocking chair? why?

Honestly, this would depend. If I’m reading a book and feeling very vintage with a hot cup of coffee, definitely a rocking chair. If I’m watching TV and basically just chilling I’d go for Bean Bag. I like maintaining the atmosphere.

do you view a half-filled glass as half-full or half-empty or an in-between? why? (go as deep as you can)

I view it as in-between, because there’s always room for improvement. There’s always things to change, and consider, and make better. There’s no such thing as perfect.

If someone were to grant your wish right now, what would it be and why?

Please stop corona right now and let everyone go back to their daily lives and please let me attend a TXT concert bls im begging on my kNEES

if someone were to give you anything you want right now, what would it be and why? (something that can be held)

Give me Soobin I just want to give him a hug. this is valid i can hold him

favorite season and why

Winter! Even if I’ve never experienced snow or winter before, the whole idea of snow is just really fun and endearing to me. One of my bucketlists is to see snow in real life. I think it has to do with the fact that I’ve always been this person to prefer the cold over heat.

what made you enter tumblr?

I’ve always been here! Just not in kpop tumblr. I’ve since deleted my old accounts and shame  but i came back to write. It’s always been so stress-relieving to me, to write without any expectations on my back because I’m thinking about grades or a competition. Also Soobin simping is a daily thing and I gotta release it somewhere man

are you happy with where you are in life right now? why or why not?

Yes. I may not be the richest or the prettiest, or smartest or whatever, but I have a good family that loves me. I have good friends that support me and I have TXT and BTS to help me cope when things get overwhelming. I have a job that gives me a little bit of income (it’s not too common for college students here to get jobs like in the US, most of them just focus on acads) and all the means to continue my education amidst the pandemic. So really, I’m grateful for where I am now.

to see the boys in real life but for it to happen only once in your lifetime, or to meet the boys via online fan meeting as many times as you can in your lifetime? why?

Why do you have to do me dirty cj,,,,, prolly online. I may not get to hug them or anything but I get to talk to them still. As may times as I want to. And as a girl whose sanity literally just depends on Soobin giggles rn it’ll be very therapeutic to me to see them and talk to them as much as I could, even just through a screen.

QUESTIONS FROM ME TO YOU:

Cinema or Netflix? Why?

Fire or Rain? Why?

What’s the worst experience you’ve had as a KPOP stan?

How do you handle stress?

Favorite Disney Princess and why?

Which fictional character do you say you relate the most to?

How did you get into KPOP?

What kind of merch you got 👀

Would you date a KPOP idol? What would you do if you do date one? (doesnt have to be your bias, just wanna see what y’all would do)

Would you rather be with someone you love but doesn’t love you back or be with someone that loves yu but you don’t love them back? (Or, as the Filipinos would say, Mahal ko o Mahal Ako)

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

PERSONAL

name: -

nickname: rina

birthday: - 

zodiac: gemini

nationality: filipino

languages: english, filipino 

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: 5′2 like 2 years ago, i probably grew like an inch or two 

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: --

meaning behind my url: bts and txt fanfics to read hasjhsahj

blog established: ,,,,, i cant remember askjjksdjkdsa but the blog is only a few months old!

followers: 384!!! love yall 

FAVORITES

favourite animals: b u n n y y y y y

favourite books: CAMP HALF BLOOD SERIES BY RICK RIORDAN IM ZEUS’ DAUGHTER YALL

favourite colour: black, blue, purple

favourite fictional characters: Percy Jackson, Jaron from Ascendance Trilogy, Chimmy!!! hihi

favourite flower: white roses

favourite scent: coffee

favourite season: winter

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 3-5 or 8-10.

cats or dogs: dogs because cats scare me

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee!!! especially if it’s iced and sweet

current time: 12:21 AM

dream trip: California. Look I have the visa, pls miss rona. just leave so cali can just let me IN

dream job: actress or singer

hobbies: writing, reading, watching crackvids

hogwarts house: gryffindor

last movie watched: Work It (bc it has sabrina carpenter ahshsahsa i have low standards when we talk about Sabrina)

last song listened to: Helpless - Hamilton OBC

no. of blankets you sleep with: 1

random fact(s): if given the chance again, I would go on a date in high school. Also try to exert more effort in my appearance back then i looked like an honest to god M E S S (tbh i still do but now i have eyebrow liner on) hsajhsajhh

FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to (at the moment)

Run Away - TXT

Work It - Sabrina Carpenter

Euphoria - BTS

Song Cry - Yeonjun

Helpless - Hamilton OBC

Satisfied - Hamilton OBC

Journey to the past - Anastasia OBC

Lost in the Woods - Frozen OST

Perfect Song - Sabrina Carpenter

Friends - BTS

[ultradiplr]

#1 Fan

Plot: You catch the eye of your favorite baseball star Siebren de Kuiper before a game~

Tags: Sort-of-Sexting, Age Difference. Semi-Public. BJ. Overuse of the smiling emoji. Reader radiates big bottom energy, but is otherwise gender neutral. Sigma is a… Fuckboi. lol

A/N: I have no self control and even though I have like five other things I’m working on right now @sketchingshow ‘s Baseball!Sigma has given fuel to a new fire.

Xx

You look at the clock over the ticket booth and grimace, looking down at the digital ticket you had pulled up on your phone screen, mentally face palming at how you had gotten 12:30 and 2:30 mixed up. You sighed and walked up to the qr scanner, verifying yourself, and walked through the rotating metal pipes of the entrance, figuring since you were already here you might as well check in. It’s not like you could go home and wait considering it took you an hour to get here.

Oh, the things you were willing to put up with so you could see your favorite baseball player Siebren de Kuiper in his last season.

There were a bunch of people here already, staff and fans alike, though mostly for the home team, so you weren’t that anxious at being so early. You walked through the entrance hall, taking a few photos of some of the player posters hanging, and out through a vomitorium that lead into the stadium. You looked out over the empty field, bright and green and surrounded by high walls of seats, and took a quick selfie with the vast expanse of the stadium behind you, at least being this early meant no one knocking you down or being in the way for a cute photo. 

You wandered down closer to the field, taking in the smell of freshly cut and watered grass, and took a load off in one of the more expensive seats. The home team was currently practicing before the game so you didn’t really care that much about watching them, content to fiddle with your phone until somebody told you to move. 

For a while you browsed some videos and looked through your social media when you got an alert. Siebren de Kuiper had posted an update on his profile. You tapped the notification and simultaneously had your heart drop into your feet and your stomach rise into your lungs when you saw something you never thought you would,

A picture of you, sitting alone in the stands wearing his name and number, boredly looking at your phone with the caption, 

“Not seen much nowadays, an eager fan. Lol. -Siebren.”

Your face was instantly set ablaze with embarrassment, too embarrassed to glance up and see the teams trading off field time, not sure how you’d react if you actually saw him looking in your direction. God, you wanted to die, but at the same time you felt like shouting out loud and dancing. You didn’t know what to do, you’ve never been noticed by a celebrity before. Should you leave a comment? Reshare it? Screencap it, print it, and hang it on your wall? Well, maybe not that, but what! Oh god this was so cool and crazy and oh god, you looked so weird in this pic! Was that what it looked when you sat down? Such poor posture! Ugh and you looked so tired! Would it be weird to try and doll yourself up or-

You shake your head and pinched the bridge of your nose, you were overthinking this. What would a normal person do in this situation? You typed out a quick comment. “Haha, that be me!” No, no too childish. “Wtf, that’s me!!!” Too surprised. Hmmm...

“Lol that’s me!”

Normal and friendly. Exactly how it should be. You were proud of yourself as you submitted the comment, marveling at it under his picture. You were nervous at him seeing it as you scrolled through his feed a little, mostly selfies of him with his team, over filtered pictures of his home life, and reshared posts about space facts and dumb baseball puns. It was honestly kind of adorable and underappreciated, if the low amount of likes meant anything, the man was as wholesome as they came and no one seemed to appreciate it!

A new notification popped up as you scrolled, a reply to your comment!

You tapped it and felt your heart flutter, Siebren de Kuiper had liked and replied!

“Thank You for your eager support then! :) - Siebren.”

A wide smile crossed your face at that, god that was adorable! You typed out a reply without thinking,

“Always a pleasure! <3” 

You giggled when you hit confirm, insides all warm. This was so cool. Like, literally, this was the coolest thing ever. You glanced up to the field, face burning when you noticed that he sat not too far away from you, sitting in the dugout a little diagonally from you, tapping away on a smartpad. Most likely browsing his own stuff. That was cool. He was cool. And handsome. And nice. And funny. And smart. And- okay your brain was going haywire. 

You needed to take a walk before you began to hyperventilate. You stood up and walked back into the entrance hall where miscellaneous vendors had set up, mostly baseball paraphernalia for the visitor’s team since the home team had it’s own gift shop in the building. You browsed a bit to distract yourself from the excitement. 

You were looking at a new version of the shirt you were already wearing when your phone buzzed with a notification.

“New direct message.”

That was odd, you never got dmed. You quickly opened it to find that you got a message from a random, empty account you weren’t following named Sigma14, weird name.

Where did you go?

You always forgot to lock dms to private, shrugging, you typed out a quick reply.

Sorry, Wrong person!

You were flipping through your settings to find the right configuration when a new reply came through.

Oh, I’m sorry!

I forgot this was my personal account!

It’s me, Siebren!

Your heart stopped and heat filled your body again, but your rational mind was rightfully unconvinced.

Yeah, sure you are.

Just send me the virus link

lol

You typed out, but waited for a reply this time, not knowing if you’d prefer to be let down with this being some weird scammer or actually get a real reply. Both seemed equally upsetting but for different reasons and on different ends of the spectrum. 

Here’s Proof!

He sent a few pictures. The first was of him, smiling into the camera with a thumbs up while sitting in a dugout, his face sweaty and his greying hair a little mused, then the next was a picture of the field you were just in, the name of the stadium clearly seen, and the last was a picture of the seat you were sitting in with a red question mark and arrow pointing to it. 

See!

He added after. You hugged your phone and squealed quietly, suddenly bursting with energy. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. It was really him!!!

akdjfldjsaf!

it’s really you!!!

I’m a huge fan!!

You typed out excitedly. 

Haha

I noticed!

Thank you for supporting me!

:)

So where did you run off to?

You took a photo of the shirt table you were standing at, glad that it was still pretty empty so no one seemed to mind you loitering around the table. You framed two different shirts with his name and number on it in two different colors, home and away.

Just buying some merch.

I need a new shirt

Lol

Which one do you think I should get?

You smiled when the texting bubble instantly popped up, feeling bubbly at the knowledge he was paying attention to you and not practicing.

Firstly, You have excellent taste!

And secondly, I don’t know…

I think I’d have to see it on you!

That last message almost killed you as you stood with your mouth open, if you’d been an omnic you were sure you’d have overheated and combusted. What the heck! What the Heck! Was he? No. Was he? No, surely not! He couldn’t have. That was… that was.. Did he just ask for a pic? You were blushing hard and silently staring at the words on screen before the typing bubble came up again.

Goodness!

I’m sorry for that last sentence!

I didn’t realize how that sounded!

I hope I did not upset you!

You let out a breath reading his reply, nerves calming. Of course he didn’t! Why would world famous baseball star Siebren de Kuiper want to get a pic of you in his jerseys? You were sure he could have actual models if he wanted. He didn’t need you! Oof, that was harsh, but true.

asfadaafsd haha

it’s alright!!!!!

I didn’t think anything of it

I think I’m just going to buy both, they’re both nice

You quickly replied, not wanting him to think you were upset at him. And you weren’t. Surprised, yes. But not angry. You mean, you’d totally send pics to him if he wanted, but you were sure he’d never want that. Right? 

They are!

And I’m sure both will look great on you!

:)

Your hands flexed on your phone as you gripped it a little tighter, looking at the two still unpurchased shirts. You picked up the shirts up, buying them and went to the nearest bathroom. You take off your shirt and replace it with the away shirt, leaving it a little unbuttoned, and snapped a mirror selfie, and looked at it on your phone. Cute despite the bathroom behind you. You did the same with the home shirt. 

You sat on the toilet holding your phone tightly as you debated actually sending them. They weren’t very explicit but still, the implication would be carried if he really meant anything the first time around. If he meant anything. Which he probably didn’t. So these photos wouldn’t be too bad to send… right?

You bit your lip and hit send. Waiting anxiously for a reply. Your heart was racing as you waited, feeling your blood pressure rise when the typing bubbles popped up.

:) :) :)

I was right.

They do look good on you!

You erupted in a fit of giggles, nerves a little on fire, god this was the craziest thing you’ve ever done. He wasn’t finished as more texts came in,

Would you like to get them signed?

:)

Holy fuck. Was he flirting with you? He had to be, right? Well shit, you couldn’t pass this opportunity up! You quickly typed out a reply, fingers shaking a little.

Would you?!?

Omg that would be amazing!

His reply came in instantly,

Come by entrance five in ten minutes.

I’ll gladly sign you.

:)

You actually yelled laughed, face burning like a stove, and pumped your fist in the air. Yes. Yes. Yes. You left the bathroom insanely giddy, wearing the white home shirt, and went to look at a map of the stadium. Entrance five was the farthest from the main entrances, and from what it looked like on your phone, a part of the stadium that was going to be completely empty. You chewed your lip as you made your way over there, nerves on fire. God you hoped this was going the way you wanted it and you hadn’t just misinterpreted everything.

About twelve minutes later as you sat in the empty hallway flipping through your phone and trying to distract yourself from your racing thoughts, he walked in through the stadium side. You got up instantly as his large shadow stretched across the floor. God, he was tall. Seven feet if you remembered correctly, two feet taller than you, and broad, insanely broad, arms like pythons. He looked a bit sweaty in his baseball uniform, an outfit that hid very little on his hulking frame, and smiled at you apologetically.

“I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He said coolly as he walked inside.

 He stepped up toward you gently, a kind smile as he held out a hand. You grasped his hand with both of yours, his hands were large, insanely, fuck, he was so much bigger than you, your mouth watered a little. 

“It’s no problem, I was happy to wait!” You said nervously and a little quickly, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeated in his slightly accented voice, warm and absolutely lovely, sounding a lot different than what you were used to from watching interviews. “A lovely name.”

You laughed nervously and looked off, embarrassed, “T-thank you.” you stutter out as you dropped your hands to hide in your pockets.

“So, make this out to Y/N then?” He asked, pulling a pen out of his pocket and looking at you softly. God, your heart was a puddle.

“Uhh, yeah, I guess.” You said and he hummed in agreement.

You were going to hold out a piece of your shirt out for him to sign, but instead he stepped a little closely and bent down, putting the tip down just under your shoulder. You didn’t miss the glimmer in his eye as he bent in close, holding you still a little with his big hands, and wrote delicately on your skin. You held your breath, biting your lip as the hulking mass of him was so close to you, making your head swim.

“To my loyal fan Y/N,” He said as he wrote, his tone having gone down a notch, making your skin erupt in goosebumps, “Siebren.” He signed, eyes locking with yours as he stood back up.

You laughed breathlessly, leaning on the wall behind you for support as he didn’t move back much, looming over you a bit. 

“T-thank you, I, uh… thanks.” You said, biting your lip a little and fluttering your eyes.

He smirked as he leaned on the wall above you, caging you a little, though leaving enough room that if you really wanted to leave you could. He was giving you a chance to stop, maybe saving face if he also misinterpreted, this was all up to you.

You chewed your lip as he looked down at you expectantly. Your hands shook a little as they rose and gently rested against the rough fabric of his uniform over his chest. He continued watching you, eyes darkening as you hands wandered over his abdomen, feeling him up a little. He was so firm and a lot more ripped than you had thought. This man was a damn brick house.

You hesitated a little as you got lower, looking up at him for permission as your fingers got to his waistband. He smiled, his hand not propping himself against the wall raising to grasp your smaller ones and gently pushing you lower himself, right over his half hard on.

He huffed hotly as you made contact with him through his pants and you couldn’t help the little whine that escaped your throat. You felt him up, mouth watering a bit at the feel of the size of him, only half hard it was already bigger than the length of your hand. You groped and stroked him through his pants, pulling a few groans from him for the effort, but as he got harder he stopped you.

“Enough of that.” He said a little strained, voice heavy with lust as he patted your greedy hands away.

He stood up a little, no longer leaning over you for a moment as both hands went to undo his belt as your hands rested on his large thighs, you mind momentarily filled with the image of you straddling these thick slabs of meat. When he finally pulled himself from his pants, just as long and thick as you always imagined.You licked your lips and looked up at him, his face red, sweaty and eyes looking at you hungrily, it made you shiver in excitement. Fuck, you wanted him to come undone.

Without any prompting you bent down and kissed his cockhead as you slid onto your knees, earning a breathless word in dutch. You didn’t know what it was, but it sounded endearing and it stroked something inside you. He had to bend his knees a little and haunch over you, leaning his head against the wall, the height difference a little difficult while standing, but it made it all the more hotter in your opinion.

You lavished his hard cock with wet kisses and gentle stroking, going off the amazing noises he was making to get a feel for what he liked as you licked him sloppily. His dick was so hard and hot and beautiful His tasted a bit salty but he smelled really good, like grass and dirt and... chalk? It was a strangely arousing combination.

You smiled up at him as he stared at you, eyes half lidded and face red, looking a little angry and a little delirious. So handsome. Like a wet dream. You trailed a line of kisses from the underside of his base up to his tip, eyes locked with his as your lips got closer to his head, and when you did, you opened your mouth and laid his head on your tongue.

He moaned loudly, his hips canting and slipping through your hold into your mouth a little, dragging another moan out of him as you enveloped his head with your soft mouth. A hand dropped from the wall above you as it weaved itself into your hair. Your tongue swirled around his head, humming with please as he choked a little at the feel and gripped your hair a little harder.

He began to circle his hips a little, his cock slowly leaving and entering your wet mouth, getting a little deeper as he went. You just took it, drooling and moaning as he got deeper and deeper and pulled out less and less. As you got most of him in he stilled to a halt, breathing hard as you swallowed around him, looking at him with eyes full of hot tears with the stretch. Fuck, the feeling of him so deep was glorious, but he hadn’t hilted, and despite the fact he looked about to bust and you were not that sure if you could, you began bobbing your head a little to get farther.

His strangled moans where music to your ears as he didn’t stop your endeavor, burying his head in the crook of his arm against the wall as his other hand still had a tight grip in your hair. Your throat was getting raw as you mouthfucked him and you knew that you were probably depriving yourself with sufficient oxygen, but you didn’t care, the desire to please him much too large. 

Finally your nose met the pubes on his groin and he held you still against him, every muscle on his body pulled taut. He was mumbling something, but it didn’t sound like English, or dutch for that matter, just pure breathless gibberish as you felt him pulse in your mouth. You focused on breathing and relaxing around him, brain too scrambled to do much else.

Everything felt so good, your nerves were so sensitive and every little sensation made you shiver in desire.  The feeling of your shirt against your chest, of your pants against you groin, of his fingers in your hair, of the feeling of his thighs under your hands, it all felt so good. Fuck, having him in your throat was turning you on so much it felt like you were going to cum from this alone.

Slowly he began to rut into your mouth, using your mouth as his own little fleshlight. Fuck, it was so hot. H was breathing so hard, his thighs twitching under your hands. He was saying something now, dark and needy, spoken like demands or praises but you couldn’t understand him, couldn’t hear anything over the sound of the squelch inside your head of him fucking into your throat.

Your eyes lulled and you just moaned around him, feeling the drool spill onto the front of your shirt as he fucked you to delirium, choking you repeatedly on his cock. Suddenly he held you tight to his base and said the first words to break through the haze of lust since you started, 

“Swallow.” He said through grit teeth, like you had any other choice.

The feeling of him twitching in your mouth and spilling his hot cum in the back of your throat triggered your own orgasm, and without any direct stimulation your body was wracked with a full body shiver. Your body flinched against his hold as you felt the thick liquid get forced down, but he held you steady, and before he was finished, he pulled out quickly to squirt the last of himself on your slightly swollen lips and drool covered chin.

You would have been angry if you weren’t so out of it. He hummed with please as you stared up at him through the tears in your eyes, tilting your face up to him so he could see the copious amount of cum on your tongue.

“Swallow.” He said softer than before, out of breath.

You obediently closed your mouth and swallowed, opening it again to show him and he smiled widely, petting your head. 

“Goed, goed.” He purred and it made you bristle in happiness in your post orgasm state.

You stayed like that for a while, him petting you and whispering kind words as your mind slowly booted up again. As he got himself presentable again and you cleaned yourself, he helped you back onto your feet and you checked the time on your phone. 2:15? Geez, time really flew by.

You were about to alert him of this when his hand met your lower back as he lead you back toward the entrance hall, “Yes, I know.” He said with a wink.

You were confused until you actually got out and saw through the large glass windows of the entrance the sheets of rain pouring over everything. There was an alert on your phone from the ticket holder, 

Delayed Game.

You looked up at him and he smiled smugly, “It seems I have a bit more time before the game.” He said with fake surprise.

“Do you have anything else you’d like to get signed?” He asked, hand still on your lower back as he lead you into the more private area of the stadium.

The fire of desire was lit again and you smiled up at him, “I still have two more shirts.” you say innocently.

He hummed and you felt his thumb rub lightly over your lower spine, 

“Well, then, let’s find a pen.”

[emergenciesstory]

Till Death Do We Part

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Character Death

Words: 1237

A/n: For @star-spangled-bingo square “watching character die.” I don’t want to spoil it but there is a small twist at the end (Peep the tags if you don’t like surprises). Its a fluffy version of death because I can’t add super sad vibes to the day. Hope you enjoy!

The sunlight streamed into the room, dancing softly with the evening breeze. Bucky lay sprawled out on the bed, arms curled around a pillow that smelt like you, sheets light and in disarray. 

“Obviously, I’ve been gone for way too long. You’ve managed to kill the houseplants.” Your voice was soft in his ear, a chuckle coming out. “Good morning, Babe. I’m home.” 

Bucky smiled, moving the pillow and pulling you down to lay with him, taking in your soft features. Your laugh carried worries away, bringing peace. 

“I’m still in my work clothes, babe.” You kissed his nose, fingers running through his hair. “I want to see you.” 

Bucky Sighed, focusing on your hand in his hair. He lazily opened his eyes.

Darkness. Flashes of heat lightning made the small apartment bright. Bucky sighed, it was too good to be true. Standing, Bucky moved to the kitchen and grabbed a glass filling it with water. He moved slowly around the apartment, watering all the plants you insisted were cute. He rolled his eyes, thinking back to the morning you came home with the first one. It was more than half dead, but you sat there and talked to it every day, babying it like you did him sometimes. Now, not only was it huge, but you had adopted more half dead plants. Said they reminded you of him.

A glance to the clock showed it was a little after Five. Bucky moved to the shower, letting the water fall until it ran cold and putting on your favorite hoodie of his. Pulling his hair back into a wet bun, he moved out of the apartment and down through the commons. His eyes met Steve's- already running in the Gym. The Blond nodded to his best friend, a look of sympathy on his face. He knew what it was like to lose someone.

Bucky tucked his head as he left the tower, walking across the city to get your favorite tea, buying a bouquet of bright yellow flowers from the florist setting up her cart. By the time he made it back, the heat was beginning to get sticky with the rising sun. Bucky jumped in the elevator and moved up the floors. The doors opened to the hospital wing, a few Nurses looking half asleep at the desk. He nodded to them, moving to the room tucked in the back. 

You looked peaceful, like nothing could hurt you. Bucky moved quietly into the room, removing the dying flowers from the vase in the window and rearranging the new ones.

“Is that tea I smell?” Your voice was barely a whisper as it drifted across the room.

“Yeah, dollface. Your favorite.” He said softly, turning and handing it to you. Your hands were shaking slightly as you reached out. Bucky sat in the seat next to your bed, his hand running soothingly on your leg. 

“You’re here, but you’re not here, Buck.” You sassed, catching his eyes. “How long?”

“One week.” Bucky said softly, misty eyes meeting yours. You handed him the tea cup, hand absentmindedly running over your very large stomach. “Your blood tests they said..” Bucky trailed off.

“One week, my loves. Then you better be nice to your daddy.” You whispered, taking Bucky's hand in yours, letting him feel the kicks. You sighed, content. Bucky laced his fingers in yours. 

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. 

“What for, babe?” You mused, eyes closed.

“It’s my fault. I should’ve known better, I knew I’d never have normal and now because of me- because of me you’re here.”

“You mean because of you I’m going to die?” You laughed, kissing his hand. “Oh, Buck, you really have a twisted sense of what’s your fault.”

“It’s the serum they have killing you.” Bucky cursed himself. He knew better, no one knew what was going to happen if you got pregnant, and he was so irresponsible. Now, the twins were going to kill you by being born.

“No, It’s me giving them everything they need to be strong, healthy, and wild enough to irritate you for the rest of your life.” You mused. You pulled Bucky's head to face you, wiping the tear from his cheek. “I’m not afraid of death, Bucky. And you won’t get rid of me that easy.”

Bucky kissed your palm, he was going to make every day it’s best.

________________

    “Baby?” You whispered.

    “Yes, beautiful?” Bucky was immediately by your side.

    “I want to hold them.” You moved your arms up slowly.

    “You need your rest, doll.” His heart broke seeing you like this. The twins were born just one day prior, and you were looking worse by the hour. Nothing helped, nothing could keep you.

    “I need to tell them something before I’m watching you struggle with two rugrats.” You begged, shifting to sit up. Buck nodded, going over to the two little bassinets in the room, scooping up the little girl and boy sleeping soundly.

    “Are you going to tell me what you decided for names?” Bucky mused, placing the little girl in your arms.

    “Amoret- Little Love, French.” You cood, settling the infant in your arm and reaching for the other. Bucky softly placed the boy in your arm, they looked so small as you held them. “Nolan- Champion, Gaelic.” You paused, watching their faces twitch as they slept. Bucky sat beside you on the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

    “You two are precious, powerful, good. I hope to the Gods you don’t take after the impulsiveness of your father and Uncle Steve.” You chuckled at Bucky's protests. “You must protect each other, always. And just remember, I’m there if you need me.” You kissed each infant's head, watching them softly. Beeping got quicker, Bucky's hands slipping under yours and taking the infants as you winced. He placed them in the bassinets and came back, pulling you into his lap. 

    “Breathe baby. I’ve got you.” He murmured, rubbing your back.

    “You promise me something.” You said once the pain subsided. 

    “Anything.” Bucky kissed your forehead. 

    “You protect them. You tell them how we met. Tell them how you tried to smooze me with your shooting skills, Tell them how I kicked your ass.” you smiled, looking up at him. “Tell them to believe in Love. Sing to them, Teach them when and how to fight.  And Buck, you tell them to believe in everything, fight hard, and not be afraid of the end because I’ll be right there to meet them when it’s their time.” Your eyes glistened softly as your lips met. Bucky held you, softly rocking as he hummed into your hair. He could feel the fight leaving your body, but there was something more. Peace. He could feel it washing over you, over him. 

    Your eyes closed, a smile on your lips, grip on his hand softening. Bucky laid your body on the bed, pulling the cover up over you. Tears fell softly as small cries pulled his attention. He turned reluctantly, moving in response to the soft cries of his daughter. Picking her up, her cries settled immediately, eyes fixating on him. Your eyes. 

    “Good morning, Amoret.” Bucky sniffled. “Let me tell you about the most amazing girl in the world.” 

    That’s where Steve found him a few minutes later after Friday's alert, tears falling down his cheeks and two cooing infants in his arms. 

[concussed-to-pieces]

Disney World Rides; My Hero Academia Edition

As I have returned from the Mouse Land, joyous of heart and light of wallet, I figured you all might like some goofy little anime headcanons/musings I had while in line at the various parks. This is a bit of a branch out for me (relatively new to the BNHA/MHA fanbase) so I apologize if your favorite isn’t on this weird little list! That being said, I hope you can forgive me and enjoy all the same! Thanks for letting me indulge myself.

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead reminds me of: The Haunted Mansion! Downright spooky to children, somewhat unnerving to first-timers, and a damn good place for experienced pros to poke fun at each other.

Aizawa Shouta’s favorite ride would be: The Carousel Of Progress! Sleep time! A twenty-five minute nap can never be wrong. He may settle for the Tomorrowland Transit Authority though, if the weather is nice enough or if he doesn’t feel like standing around to watch the fireworks at night. He’s not exactly the greatest at chaperoning trips to the parks, as he normally just lets the kids wander off in pairs and packs. Hey, they’ve all got cellphones, right?

Eijiro Kirishima/Red Riot reminds me of: The Rock N’ Roller Coaster! The ultimate test of manliness! Corkscrew turns in the dark, blacklights, Steven Tyler shrieking in your ears the whole time...it’s truly an experience that threatens to separate the proverbial boys from the men!

Eijiro Kirishima’s favorite ride would be: It’s A Small World! The ultimate test of manliness! I have no doubt that this redhead would take sadistic delight in pulling Bakugou into a boat with him, allowing him to revel in his friend’s explosive irritation at being trapped within a hellish nightmare of singing dolls. And there’s no way all the parents on the ride could resist Kirishima’s enthusiasm, prompting their own children to sing along with him in a variety of languages they may or may not understand.

Izuku Midoriya/Deku reminds me of: Splash Mountain! For someone whose quirk essentially blew up in their face the first time they tried to use it, it's a perfect fit. Scary the first time, but as you get used to it you figure out how to anticipate the drops and make it less scary!

Izuku Midoriya’s favorite ride would be: Mission: SPACE! I think he would enjoy working together with whoever was on his team to figure out who would do what job the best. Just like figuring out complimentary quirks!

Katsuki Bakugou/‘King Explosion Murder’ reminds me of: Big Thunder Mountain Railroad! Established as the ‘rough and tumble adventure’, with lots of surprise bursts of speed and power! Will probably leave you with a neck injury.

Katsuki Bakugou's favorite ride would be: Avatar Flight Of Passage! I feel like everyone's favorite hotheaded maniac would be hard-pressed to keep a sour attitude on this brief but thrilling virtual reality experience, especially during the more aggressive parts! And you know he would absolutely brag about the fact that he waited in line for three hours (in the pouring rain, Deku!) just so that he could go on it.

Ochaco Uraraka/Uravity reminds me of: Peter Pan's Flight! A pink staple in the theme park, a common meeting point. The port in the storm that’s too cute to resist! With an excessively long wait time.

Ochaco Uraraka’s favorite ride would be: Expedition Everest: Legend Of The Forbidden Mountain! I think that she would get a kick out of the whole experience whether she tagged into the single rider line or if she waited with the group and read all the information about the Yeti. I can definitely see her drinking in all that ambience/ride dressing, and possibly competing with the others on who could get the most outrageous ride picture taken.

Shoto Todoroki/‘Icy Hot’ reminds me of: Space Mountain! With two indoor tracks that mirror one another, it's a perfect match for someone with two sides to their quirk.

Shoto Todoroki's favorite ride would be: I really want to be a stereotype and say Frozen Ever After, but I actually think a ride that might put a smile on his face would be Kali River Rapids! Being able to regulate his body temperature/put out heat or cold would make him an indispensable asset for any park trip regardless, due to the possibility of wet rides and unpredictable weather.

Tenya Iida/Ingenium reminds me of: Test Track! S P E E D. This should come as a surprise to no one that the fast ride reminds me of the fast boy. With those prototype vehicles for you to drool over while you wait, there’s no way to avoid the comparisons!

Tenya Iida's favorite ride would be: Spaceship Earth or Living With The Land! Spaceship Earth's history of communication throughout the ages would no doubt have his full attention, but The Land would give in-depth explanations on the sustainable growth of his beloved oranges and a variety of other fruits and vegetables!

Yagi Toshinori/All Might reminds me of: The American Adventure! I’m kidding, I’m kidding...he really reminds me of Spaceship Earth! A gigantic monolith to how far we dared to dream, even if now it’s slightly outdated.

Yagi Toshinori’s favorite ride would be: Soarin’ Around The World! I think he would love the way it felt, the weightless sensation and the visuals that accompany it. Of course, that’s assuming that he could go anywhere in the park without being mobbed. Sorry big guy!

[burmecianblackmage]

I wonder how many future generations of the ones who saved the world will be friends. How long till those family bloodlines no longer contact each other. Sure the artificial black mages have short lifespans since they were originally made as weapons of war. Vivi being the prototype, has a slightly longer lifespan and greater potential.

That… is a very interesting question, and I admit, I had to think about the answer for a couple of times. And, ultimately, my answer will not be coming from Sceada (should that have been the intent), but from the mun instead, and be mostly based on what I think happens after the games. Maybe with some influence from headcanons others on here have had.

Since there are people who haven’t played IX yet and might not want to be spoiled, I’m gonna put it under a Read More. I’ll also tag some fellow IX roleplayers to see what their take on this is at the end.

So, here we go:

It is easy to see, that Zidane and Garnet will remain a couple and produce offspring eventually, so I want to take the children of these two as the main focus for this, and I’ll call them the Alexandrian royal line.

So, who will the children of the Alexandrian royal line be friends with? Let’s go through the other hero’s children for that:

Steiner (and Beatrix)

This one is probably the easiest. Seeing how it seems likely that indeed, Steiner and Beatrix will start a family together, it also stands to reason that they would raise their children to follow in their footsteps. And we all know just what kind of footsteps those are, right?

The family started by the Pluto Knight and the Rose of May will likely become famous as the family that most closely protects the Alexandrian royal line, and I can see them forming deep friendships due to that - especially if they happen to grow up together! Just imagine how strong a bond they’ll forge if the young prince and princess are in the same age range as the aspiring royal guards!

So yeah, I imagine this to be a friendship that will be passed down for many a generation, to put it this way!

Vivi

Look… I’ve always been a fan of Vivi. I’ve idolized him. Modeled my first roleplay character after him, essentially turning them into my idea of an adult Vivi. And he’s certainly also been an influence when it comes to Sceada here. And I definitely am someone who wished for Vivi to have a long and happy life.

But at the same time, I sadly have to admit that I do not think his legacy will endure many generations. Nor that it should be made to.

The young Vivi’s were a nice touch for the ending, and they were cute, no doubt. But they raise many questions. Where did they come from? Are they, like Vivi, dolls crafted from Mist? If so, how? Did they still have some Mist bottled up somewhere for this?

It seems a bit unlikely, but is what would make the most sense to me. And if we take this as the right answer, then well…

Then there is no question that Vivi’s family line so to speak will end before long.

Don’t get me wrong, up until them, I’m sure they’ll be cherished! But once that day comes, there’ll be no going back - and I think it’s likely that it comes before Zidane and Garnet have their first child…

Freya

The game leads us to believe that Freya and Fratley try to overcome his amnesia and end up back together again. And while that made for a sweet notion in the ending, I personally have mixed feelings about it.

See, I think that the whole journey without him, the whole experience with saving the world and traveling with Zidane?

It helped Freya mature beyond Fratley.

I don’t think their second attempt will work out, and instead, I put my money on Freya finding someone else to love and marry. And eventually, she will have a family of her own - and I feel that at least initially, they will be close with the Alexandrian royal line.

Now, that actual reminds me of something someone once mentioned… namely, who they thing Freya should end up with: Puck.

If Freya’s children become royalty thus, it’s no question they will try to maintain diplomatic relationships and a certain friendship with Alexandria’s royal line, and that could lead to many generations of friendly relations - at least until eventually, the fact that they belong to different kingdoms causes them to drift apart. After all, this happens often, and the allies of today might become tomorrow’s foe…

But that said, I do no think this is a pairing that should happen. Not just bccause of the age difference and Puck being a child still by the game’s end. I just don’t see them seeing eye to eye, you know? Freya will always put him on the pedestal of being Burmecia’s prince and later, king. She’ll see herself as his loyal servant, much like Beatrix and Steiner do towards Garnet. So yeah, I doubt this would ever happen.

Quina

Err… I’m really not sure here. Wouldn’t Quina go back to the Marsh eventually? I’m not sure how often they’d even meet… - or if Quina would produce offspring. Though, let us assume that Quina does indeed have children. In that case, I feel they would at least get to know the other children, including Garnet and Zidane’s, but they likely wouldn’t be a frequent sight. It probably wouldn’t last all that long, I feel, but hey, you never know, right?

Eiko

Seeing how she’s been adopted into Lindblum’s royal family, her children will be princes and princesses - and thus likely hold close connections with the Alexandrian royal line, if not friendships. How long those will last would remain to be seen - after all, if you live in separate kingdoms, you never know when tensions will arise between your homelands..

Besides that, however, I’m sure they’ll remain close friends for generations to come, and might eventually even marry into each other’s family at one point.

As for who Eiko will marry… puh…Look, I’m sure there are many of good choices around, though the majority of them won’t be named characters I guess. That doesn’t mean Eiko can’t find a wonderful man to complement her, and have the cutest children you can imagine. The only named characters that come to mind are all either taken (oh hi there Zidane), or in other ways indisposed (Vivi…).

The sole actual option I see is one I’ve seen briefly touched upon by a great roleplayer on here, and that would be Puck. The Prince of Burmecia and the Princess of Lindblum… - it could work. Then again, I don’t know if these two would go all that well together - or if their respective guardians would permit such an union…

Amarant

He is the lone wolf of the group, the guy that doesn’t get along with the others all that well, and that kinda sticks out thus. And he’s the one that at one point decides to go it alone, and leaves the group behind.

Honestly, all these things make me wonder if Amarant would even be the type to settle down and start a family. And if we assume he doesn’t, then well… this question quickly becomes moot. But if he does have kids? I still don’t think he’d be the type to socialize much with the others and their kids, and just do his own thing.

An exception to this would be if he and Freya end up together. Then he’ll definitely need to put up with his old comrades and their kids, because lord helps her, Freya is not going to let him isolate himself, and if need be, she’ll drag him by the ear to meet them!

And that’s all of them. Now, my fellow IX roleplayers, what do you think? I’m curious to hear your take on this all, and for that purpose, I shall tag some of you here: 

@burmecias-protector @wandering-rat-prince @oneyearsblessing @sworndevotion @avaliantqueen @ladyoflindblum @gaianforged @worldonlyhavetwothings @genomecode @likedovesinflight @thiefspian @trenokingsman @alexandrianrose @beyondtheflyingbird @burmecianpaladin @burmecianknight @zinidyne-zidane @captainoftheplutoknights @losteidolon @rosegeneral @xkuja @ofgil @ornoirtier @crimsonsalamander @infragments @tantalizingbro @tailoringtay @unspokenchansons @arrogancecoral @drcgonscrxst @bemysclf @thecrimsonsageofgaia @party-of-rpg-muses @rcsetorn @heartlessmage

[sternenteile]

★*･ lovely ooc meme.

TAGGED BY:  y’all i stole it from multiple ppl on my dash TAGGING:  idk just take it from me and let the thief train continue

NAME:  nikki NICKNAME:  nikkibun, bun, assturd AGE:  26 weeps......... FACE CLAIM:  my bunsona!! my bunsona’s icons are so old and crusty tho so i’ve just. been using geno’s. rip. PRONOUNS:  she / her, but they / them is fine, too! HEIGHT:  5′3″ i am berry tinie BIRTHDAY:  april 4th

AESTHETIC:  cute animals (namely bunnies and cats), a basic n64 with a purple controller, pastels, piles of tasty chicken wings, and. and. more terribly charismatic buns.

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO:  y’all listen the lavender town theme from pokemon lgpe is absolutely destroying me and it was absolutely the last thing i listened to. i love it.

FAVORITE MUSE ( S ) YOU’VE WRITTEN:  my boy papyrus ( @outbraves ) was easily one of my favorites ever. i just had... so much fun with him and had a lot of development for him, and just. i have such fond memories of rping him. i love my bone boy, even though his muse has long gone.

tbh, tho? geno is climbing up there, too. in so short a time, i’ve already got so many ideas and so much development plotting going on. given how expansive the mario universe is, too (esp. compared to undertale’s), there is just... so much room for different things to do with him?! i’m really excited. the potential is bananas.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE ( THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON ):  ok i’m not going to lie. this is a bit of a story, and it starts off in a very interesting way. at first, i actually... didn’t really give a single floppy titty for geno? seriously. i didn’t care. i played smrpg and i just fell for mallow that much more. i was like, gee, i wonder what people see in him. he’s cool and cute, but mallow has all this development and stuff! basically, based on my memories of smrpg and how ‘overrated’ i felt he was, i just didn’t really give geno much of a chance.

now, rosalina is my favorite mario character. ever. i used to rp her a long time ago. i absolutely adore her. thanks to smash speculation really bringing geno to the forefront of peoples’ minds again, i was like, huh. i wonder what kind of lore could come from her and geno? a lot of stuff i saw was implicating ship stuff, and i was... not impressed LMAO. i was like, naw, i see them being like mother and son. he’s a star spirit, after all, very similar to a luma. she’d totally be his superior + mom figure.

and then i started headcanoning more between them, which... via causation, started the headcanon train going for geno in general? i was like, no, i’m not going to get attached to this dumb doll, he’s overrated, blah blah. then i started thinking of him more, started doodling him, seeing why people liked him so much, and i was like... fuck. shit. damn. i used to have a weird disdain for you, you fuck puppet, why are you wiggling your way into my heart. no. get out.

needless to say, he didn’t get out, and i had to unleash my creativity with him. i missed rping, too, and i was like... this, this will do. voila. here we are.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE:  where do i even begin omg... ok. let’s see.

first, his design in general is just? really great. he’s a design that fits in the mario universe while also feeling so unlike it. mallow feels more integrated, yet geno feels... so... otherworldly? so different? his design philosophy hinges on round, soft familiarity while also being colorful, complimentarily so, and encapsulating it in a way that comes off as both cute and mysterious. i just love his design. even in all of my disdain for him initially, i’m pretty sure i always liked his design.

with that shallower bit out of the way, let me tell you about the virtues this boi has that i love (or, at least, in terms of my version, most of it not being canon oops). i love how courageous and forward he is, even if at times, it results in some fumbling. he’s fascinated in the world around him and has an innate desire to explore, to experiment, to experience. he gets pretty into it, but it does result in some very silly moments where his cultural differences play a large factor. he’s so distant from the modern world in a lot of ways, and it shows. between this and his curious nature, he’s just... god, he’s just a dork. he’s just a huge dork.

but boy, his vices. he doesn’t have much of... any at all in canon, but it’s clear how attached to his duty he is, even in what little we see. building flaws off of that has been a blast. i love how he feels so tied to his purpose that he feels branching out isn’t an option, yet it conflicts with his desire to break free and just be. he’s still figuring out how to be his own person, how to be geno and not just ♡♪!?, the protector of star road. even then, he’s trying not to fail his most precious person, rosalina, and those who depend on him. it’s a lot of conflict that pulls his heart in a lot of directions at once. chances are that he’ll progress and then harshly regress multiple times, going through a bunch of shit before he finally manages to find a happy medium. it’ll be a long road ahead, and what can stem from this has me soooo excited.

also he’s just rly cute. did i mention he’s cute? he’s so cute. he’s literally a doll and i need to cuddle him.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING:  honestly? steven universe and undertale have played huge inspiration into the way i write. undertale is obviously because i love it (and deltarune) and have written a muse from it. it’s just kind of integrated into my writing to the point that it feels natural. it’s... it’s something that’s just there now, lmao.

steven universe, however, is more particular. it hasn’t really influenced how i write in general, per se, but some aspects have inspired my geno, actually. garnet’s cool demeanor with inner conflict and a goofiness that she often shows? yeah, that definitely inspired a good chunk of my geno’s exterior personality. 

in terms of his inner self, those bits of garnet, plus the pearl + rose and steven + rose conflicts, pretty much shaped that up in my head. pearl + rose on its base level minus the romantic aspect definitely touches stone on how geno feels about his duty, his dedication to rosalina, and how he’s trying to become his own person, not just a star spirit in servitude. steven + rose more represents the mother + son aspect, the way geno wants to live up to her and what she wants, the way he views her as a parental figure that’s just unattainable (even if in a more figurative sense than steven and rose). there’s also a tiny, tiny bit of lapis in there, solely the tendency to flip a switch and bail if he thinks it’s best, just for less selfish reasons and more dutiful reasons. it’s. it’s very minuscule and very base-level, but it’s there.

in terms of geno himself, those two have to be my biggest inspirations at this point. ye.

FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS:  god. anything is great, but these two are especially important:

slice-of-life. given geno’s distance from earth traditions, customs, and general livelihood, slice-of-life threads are immediately that much more interesting and even a bit crazy. being able to show how much of a curious little nerd he is and Hecking Things Up is always a good time.

finally, anything that draws out his insecurities. something that conflicts with his view on his purpose in life, that stirs his longing for parental recognition, that turns his beliefs on their heads... things like that. just. yes. gimme that.

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE:  honestly, the fact that he’s such an old character that nintendo and square doesn’t care for is easily the worst part of playing him. it’s rough knowing that, even with all of the fan demand, he’ll likely never get a revival. he’ll just fade out of a lot of peoples’ memories more and more, and he’ll be even more irrelevant than ever. every time someone so much as knows who geno is, it just makes me giddy. i want that to stay alive, even if nintendo and square won’t do anything with him. the fan base keeping him going makes me feel so warm.

[5hfanfiction]

Soluna Chapter Fourteen

“Gabriel, please…I beg you—I implore you,” Camila pleaded. “Pick a theme for your party.”

Gabe opened his mouth to speak and Camila quickly spoke. “Specific theme.” She added. “Let’s not have a repeat of last year where you said ‘Disney’ and I went all out including as much of Disney as I could and you started crying because you meant Walt Disney the person, not the brand.”

Gabe pouted. “That would’ve been a great party.” He mumbled.

Camila chuckled before picking him up and kissing his cheek. “So what will be the theme for turning five?” she asked.

Gabe hummed before wriggling out of Camila’s hold and running to his room. Camila groaned. “Gabeeee! I’m not in the mood to play tag with you.” she said as she followed Gabe to his room as he looked through his bookshelf before taking out a wrinkled copy of Roald Dahl’s “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”—a favorite of Gabe’s.

“This!” Gabe exclaimed as he ran around the room chanting the title of the book.

Camila rubbed her forehead and felt like screaming into a pillow at the thought of having tiny, hyperactive children fueled by sugary-filled treats that go with the theme of the book—the screaming, the crying, the running, the lack of hygiene…Camila shivered at the thought before taking a deep breath.

“You did pick a good book, so I suppose I can say yes.” Camila agreed. “Are you sure we can’t do Matilda?” she asked before remembering the chocolate cake in the book and groaning. Fucking Roald Dahl and his use of sweets.

Gabe shook his head. “I wanna be Willy Wonka!”

Camila smiled at the thought of her tiny son dressed as the beloved character. “Aw, that’s cute. Okay, for the sake of getting cute pictures, I’ll agree.”

“And you can be an Oompa Loompa!” Gabe grinned while Camila frowned.

“Are you insinuating I’m short?”

“Daddy can be an Oompa Loompa, too!”

Camila smirked at the thought of Samuel in an Oompa Loompa outfit. “I’m in.”

Gabe squealed before running back to the living room and telling Camila to get on Pinterest for ideas. Camila laughed. “Are you an upcoming five year old or a suburban mother? I will never know the answer to that.”

Later that day, Camila called Lauren as she picked up some toys in the living room while Gabe cleaned his room—or tried to before getting distracted with a toy that had been lost in the dark abyss called “under his bed.”

“To what do I owe this lovely phone call from only the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world?” Lauren answered with a smile.

Camila blushed and smiled. “You wouldn’t think I’d look beautiful right now.” she chuckled.

“Why? What are you wearing?” Lauren smirked.

Camila rolled her eyes. “Sweatpants, a week old college t-shirt that has Yale as the logo, hair in a messy bun because I haven’t washed it in two days, and mismatched socks.” Camila answered in a low voice before giggling as she picked up a truck with a Barbie doll in it and put it in the basket.

Lauren’s breath hitched and pretended to swoon over the thought. “Wow that is so hot. I really dig the stressed mother look you got going on. Something about moms, man, they do something to me. I must have a thing for single, divorced mothers of quirky four year olds.”

Camila giggled. “Shut up.” she said. “But, if you must know, Gabriel is turning five in two weeks.”

Lauren hummed. “Wow, already? Are you planning anything for the big day?” she asked.

Camila nodded. “Yeah, the theme of the party is ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.’” Camila answered. “It’s one of his favorite books by Roald Dahl—and he also loves Gene Wilder singing ‘Pure Imagination.’ You have no idea how many fucking times I’ve had to watch that movie and listen to the song. At least he likes that version and not the Johnny Depp version. That one is creepy and unnecessary.”

Lauren listened to Camila and smiled. “That’s cute. So you’re going to be surrounded by screaming children eating a shit ton of candy.” She mused.

Camila groaned as she threw plastic dinosaurs into the basket. “Don’t remind me—I’m not ready. I only decided to raise one child, not be surrounded by a dozen more.”

Lauren chuckled. “You’ll be okay.” She said before biting her lip. “I miss you, baby.”

Camila smiled softly. “I miss you too.” She whispered before sighing. “Why don’t you try to come to Gabriel’s party? I’m sure he’d be more than thrilled to see you. He keeps asking about you and insisting you take up his offer of being our chef. He upped it to three whole dollars—it’s honestly a steal.” She giggled.

Lauren smiled and chuckled. “I’ll see if I can, I’m really busy and all.”

“If it’s any persuasion I’ll be wearing an Oompa Loompa costume.” Camila told her.

Lauren laughed. “Dear god that must be a sight to see.”

“I’m just fucking with you, I’m not wearing that shit. I just assured Sam I’d be wearing it just so he’d wear it and I’d get a laugh out of it. I’m just going to make something up—be the chocolate bar or the golden ticket. Probably the golden ticket—I am pretty special.” Camila chuckled.

Lauren pouted. “I hoped to see you in an Oompa Loompa costume…that way I can say I dated an Oompa Loompa and fucked one.”

“You’re freaking gross.” Camila chuckled.

Lauren chuckled before hearing Gabe run into the room screaming “RING LADY” over and over while trying to take the phone from Camila before Camila finally handed it to him. Lauren smiled. “What’s up, kid?”

“I’m gonna be five!” Gabe grinned. “I’m getting old. I’m a grandpa now.”

Lauren laughed. “I don’t think that’s how it works, kid. Besides, you got years before you’ll be a grandfather.”

Gabe hummed. “I guess I’ll just be Willy Wonka before I get there.” He mused.

Lauren nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Are you going to come to my party?” Gabe grinned. “You can bring Rosie!”

Lauren giggled. “I don’t think Rosie would fit at the party. She’d just be an elephant in the room.” She joked, Gabe not getting the joke while Camila laughed her butt off at the clever pun.

“You’ll fit at the party, though! What about you?” Gabe asked. “You can be one of the other characters. Like Veruca or Violet or something.”

Lauren hummed. “Sounds tempting, kid. I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Okay…bye!” Gabe exclaimed before handing the phone back to Camila and running back to his room singing “Pure Imagination” at the top of his lungs.

Camila chuckled. “It would be a lovely gift if you can surprise us by coming here.” She told her.

Lauren nodded. “I know, and I’ll see. I love you, okay? I gotta go. Duty calls.”

Camila snorted. “You said duty.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “Is Gabe turning five or are you?” she questioned.

“Gabriel is quite mature for a five year old, I’ll have you know.” Camila retorted as Gabe ran into the living room and got on top of the couch, sporting Spiderman undies with his blanket tied on as a cape and some sunglasses.

Camila looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “What on earth are you doing, Gabriel?”

“I’m wearing this to school.”

Camila put her hand on her forehead and took a deep breath. “The fact that you just won an argument thousands of miles away makes me angry.” She chuckled as Lauren laughed.

“Oh Gabe…always being his special ol’ self.” Lauren chuckled. “I love you, okay? Gotta go.”

Camila nodded. “I love you too, Lo. Call me, okay? I miss you.”

Lauren nodded. “I will.” She said before hanging up and Camila putting her phone down and looking at Gabe.

“You are not wearing that to school and…you’re taking a bath.” Camila said as Gabe squealed and shook his head as he made a run for it.

“No bath!”

“Willy Wonka takes a bath!” Camila argued.

“In a tub of chocolate, probably!” Gabe argued back. “Can I use my imagination and pretend I’m taking bath?”

Camila caught up to Gabe and picked him up. “You can use your imagination and pretend you’re bathing in chocolate while I bathe you with soap and water like a normal person.”

“Will there be bubbles?” Gabe smiled cheekily.

Camila nodded. “And lots of kisses and tickles.” She smiled before tickling the boy while kissing his cheek multiple times while the little boy squealed and giggled.

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Camila hummed as she talked on the phone with Hailee. “Tell my editor I’ll send the first draft later, I’m picking up Gabe from Sam’s house.” She said hurriedly as she got out of her car and rushed up to Sam’s apartment. “I’ve just been busy with getting the book done and planning a birthday party for a five year old.”

“You could’ve hired a party planner to do that.” Hailee told her.

Camila scoffed. “Who the fuck pays thousands just for a five year old’s party? Just throw some candy, cake, and decorations and I have a happy child.” She said. “I can’t wait until he gets to the era of his life where he doesn’t want parties and is content with just going to dinner.”

Hailee chuckled. “Well, considering your son, that era will not happen.” She said. “Just send the draft, so your editor doesn’t bombard me with phone calls, yes?”

Camila sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll send it tonight.” She said as she rang the doorbell. “Honestly, we all know I proofread my work like nobody’s business and that my work is basically perfect so I don’t know why I need a damn—“Camila stopped talking when a young woman opened the door with a soft smile.

The woman looked eerily similar to her and Camila pinched herself to see if she wasn’t hallucinating.  “I’m going to call you back.” She mumbled into the phone before hanging up and putting her phone away. “Hi.”

The woman smiled. “Hi, Camila Cabello, right? I adore your writing!” She complimented.

“Right, yeah. Thanks…um…I’m here to pick up my son? Gabriel? Are you a babysitter?” Camila asked.

The woman chuckled and shook her head. “Oh, no, Samuel is here. I’m just visiting. Gabe and him are playing video games in the living room.” She said.

Camila raised an eyebrow. “Visiting.” She hummed before walking inside and seeing her ex-husband and son playing Mario Kart.

Sam looked up and his eyes widened when he saw Camila. “I thought you weren’t coming back for another hour!” he exclaimed.

Camila hummed. “Surprise, I was in the neighborhood and figured I’d pick up Gabe early. We have to pick out his cake.” She said before smirking. “Why are you so nervous?”

Sam scoffed as he paused the game and Gabe whined before seeing Camila and running over to her. “Mommy!” he hugged Camila as she picked him up and kissed his face, the little boy giggling.

“I’m not nervous…just surprised.” Sam said as he looked over at the woman who looked back at him with a shrug. “This is my…friend. Um…”

The woman chuckled before extending her hand. “Diane.” She smiled.

Camila shook the woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Diane. I’m Samuel’s ex-wife. But you already knew that, I assume.” she chuckled.

Samuel stood up and chuckled nervously. “Um…I don’t know what to say.”

Diane hummed. “You can start by not calling me your friend.” She said as Sam’s ears turned red.

Camila snorted. “I like her already.” She said.

Gabe grinned. “Me too! She cooks really good, mommy!” he exclaimed. “And she’s super nice.”

Diane smiled. “Gabe’s a sweetheart.” She said. “I hope you don’t mind me—“

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Camila cut off. “I am perfectly okay with you being around our son. If he likes you and you’re good to him, I’m all for it.” She said before looking over at Sam. “You have a thing for Latinas, don’t you?” she smirked.

Sam chuckled awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve never wanted to jump out of a window more than now.”

Gabe looked at his father with a concerned look. “But then you’d fall and hurt yourself.”

Sam chuckled before ruffling Gabe’s hair. “You are very right.” He said before looking at Camila. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I—we’ve been seeing each other for some time now and she really wanted to meet Gabe after I showed her so many pictures and videos. I know I should’ve talked to you about it first, but it was all—“

“Okay.” Camila finished with a chuckle. “Dude, it’s okay. I’m actually happy you’re finally dating someone. I thought you had no game for a good minute.” She teased.

Sam scoffed. “For your information, I have plenty of game!” he said defensively.

“He really doesn’t.” Diane interjected. “He came up to me with the whole ‘Do I know you? You look familiar’ line at the bar we met at.” She told Camila as Camila laughed.

“You’re lucky. He approached me and overanalyzed the poem I presented in efforts of looking deep enough that I’d give him a second glance.” Camila told Diane.

Diane laughed. “He’s lucky he’s cute.” She said.

Camila nodded. “Agreed.” She said as the two women laughed.

“My ex-wife and current girlfriend are ganging up on me, wow.” Sam said.

Gabe smiled. “I still think you’re pretty cool.” He said.

Sam laughed. “Thanks buddy. At least someone thinks I’m more than just my looks.”

Camila smiled softly. “Anyways, I also came here earlier because I wanted to talk to you about something.” She said.

Sam nodded. “For sure, let’s talk in the kitchen.” He said as Camila put Gabe down and Diane led him to the couch to play video games with him.

“She seems great, by the way. I’m happy for you.” Camila smiled.

Sam smiled back. “Thank you. She’s amazing. I think we’re gonna last a while.” He nodded.

“I hope so. The whole pining over me still was sad and old.” Camila teased.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Is this all we were going to talk about?” he asked.

Camila chuckled before shaking her head. “No, I wanted to talk to you about something else, actually.” She sat down and bit her lip.

“Is it Lauren?”

“How—“

“We literally have a conversation about Lauren at least once a week.” Sam teased as Camila blushed. “What’s up?” he asked as he sat down.

Camila sighed. “Okay, so, I know I should be happy and content now that Lauren and I are officially together and all. But…I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that there’s something wrong and I don’t know what it is.”

Sam hummed. “Did something trigger this?”

Camila shrugged. “She kinda seemed out of it on the phone the other day after I invited her to Gabe’s party.”

Sam nodded. “I think you’re looking too much into this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everything’s going great and you’re not use to things going great with her. You’re use to some type of drama occurring and since everything is pretty tame right now, you think there’s something wrong and there probably isn’t. Lauren does run a circus, after all. Maybe she’s just busy and her mind preoccupied with a dozen things.” Sam shrugged.

Camila groaned and she ran a hand through her hair. “But what if you’re wrong. What if something bad is going to happen and that’ll be the end of us?”

Sam shook his head. “You’re overthinking, Camila. Stop doing that.” he said. “Sometimes, you just have to trust that love will happen when it needs to happen and the same goes for heartbreak. It’ll happen when it needs to. There’s no such thing as complete control when it comes to love because you can’t control feelings. Feelings flourish just as randomly as feelings diminish, there’s nothing you can do about them than just simply react to them. I guess…the best advice I can give you right now is to just love. Love as hard and as deeply as I know you can. I don’t know Lauren, but I know she loves you too. This is just unclaimed territory you’re walking in. With Lauren, it always felt like something that of star-crossed lovers. But that isn’t the case anymore. You’re together and you love each other. It may seem simple, but I can bet you a lot it’s worth more than anything. ”

Camila smiled softly. “You’re right. I’m overthinking.” She agreed. “I just…I miss her. I want her back here with me and waking up next to her and her cooking for me and just…loving me. This whole long distance thing sure is hard, but…”

“But?”

“It’s worth it. She’s worth it.”

Sam smiled softly. “There you go. Worrying over nothing.” He chuckled. “I’m not surprised, to be honest. You’ve always been a worrier.”

Camila shrugged. “I just want to keep being happy with her.”

“You will be.” Sam told her.

Camila nodded. “I will be.”

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“I am NOT okay!” Camila exclaimed as she barged inside the kitchen and ran her hand through her hair.

Eliza was eating some of the Willy Wonka themed candy while Alycia smacked her hand away. “Liz, that’s for the kids!” she exclaimed.

“I’m a child at heart.” Eliza defended, pouting.

Camila nodded. “Eat the candy, these kids have had enough.” She said as Camila covered her face. “They’re running everywhere even though there’s a damn bouncy house and…” Camila sighed. “I’m pretty sure someone peed on my rosebush.” Camila frowned as she threw some garbage in the trash bag. “I hope they got pricked with some thorns.”

Alycia furrowed her eyebrows. “Camila, they’re children.”

“I said what I said.”

Eliza chuckled. “I think you need a glass of wine.”

Camila pointed at Eliza. “I think you’re right.” She said as she reached into her fridge and took out a bottle of red wine and opened it and drank straight from the bottle.

Alycia nodded. “And mother of the year goes to…”

Camila flicked her off as she chugged some of the wine before closing it again and nodding. “I think I’m ready to go back out there. Sam and Diane got the food table covered, I think.”

Eliza patted her back. “Be strong, soldier.”

Camila nodded as she took the tray of sweets and took a deep breath as she headed out to the colorful, Willy Wonka themed party currently occurring in her backyard.

As she walked outside, Camila was mobbed by a group of children squealing in delight at seeing the treats.

Camila quickly raised the treats above her, laughing nervously. “Okaaaay! Let’s wait until I put them on the table, yes?” she asked as kids continued to circle around her and chant about Camila surrendering the sugary treats.

Camila held back from yelling “WAIT FOR ME TO PUT THIS SUGARY SHIT ON THE TABLE YOU PRICKS” and instead resorted to looking around for help. Camila wasn’t sure if being attacked by hyperactive preschoolers was the way she wanted to go.

“Here, I got it.”

Camila turned to see Lauren walking towards her and Camila nearly dropped the tray of treats had it not been for Lauren’s quick reflex of retrieving the tray.

Lauren, having had an abundance of experience which children, given her job, smiled when the children surrounded her. “Okay! Come on, follow me like a choo choo train!” she said as she shuffled over to the table filled with candies and other sugary treats, making train sounds and laughing as the kids followed suit until she put the tray on the table.

Camila was both impressed and turned on.

Not to mention shocked Lauren was here, seeing Camila have a mini nervous breakdown over a five-year old’s party.

“I also have my special friend with me, she’s a magician.” Lauren told the kids with a grin as she motioned to Halsey who was dressed up as in her magician outfit and waved the kids over, the kids quickly running over.

Camila and Lauren met eyes and Lauren smiled as she waved at Camila. Camila quickly ran over to Lauren and nearly pushed Lauren to the ground with the hug. Lauren chuckled as she hugged Camila back. “Hey, sunny.” Lauren whispered.

Camila quickly kissed Lauren’s lips, having missed them on hers for the past few weeks. Lauren hummed as she kissed Camila back before pulling away. “I missed yo— “Lauren was interrupted by another passionate kiss from Camila and hummed again. Lauren pulled away again. “Babe, we’re in a kid’s birthday part— “Lauren, again, was interrupted by a feverish kiss from Camila and Lauren giggled as she kissed Camila back and then pulled away. “You done?”

Camila shook her head as she gave Lauren a tiny peck on the lips and then nodded. “Now I’m done.” She whispered as she caressed Lauren’s cheek. “I missed you, too.” She mumbled as she hugged Lauren again.

Lauren nodded. “I missed you a ton. And I came at the right time, I see.” She teased.

Camila pulled away and whined. “I can’t handle being around too many sticky and unplanned children.”

Lauren raised an eyebrow. “You do realize your son is one of them— “

 Camila interrupted. “Yes, but he’s the one I gotta deal with.” She reasoned.

Lauren giggled and shook her head. “God, I really missed you.”

Camila smiled. “Can I just say how weirdly hot it is to see you be so good with kids? Maybe it’s because I’m horrible with them.” She chuckled.

Lauren shrugged. “Different strokes for different folks.”

Camila laughed and was about to say something else when she heard a loud voice yell. “RING LADY!”

Gabe ran over to the two women, wearing his purple Willy Wonka suit and red top hat, and grinning as he hugged Lauren’s legs.

Lauren grinned as she picked up Gabe and poked his nose. “Hey, kid. Happy birthday.” She hummed. “Having fun?”

“Tons!” Gabe exclaimed. “I’ve had so much SUGAR!” he whooped and did a little dance in Lauren’s arms. Camila decided not to ruin the cute moment with a groan at the thought of having to find a way to put Gabe down for bed later in the night.

Lauren giggled. “I can tell, you have some remnants of chocolate on your face.”

“I’m so glad you came!” Gabe hugged Lauren and nuzzled her face, Lauren not minding having some chocolate rub off on her.

“I missed you too, kid.” Lauren smiled. “I got you a present.” She whispered in his ear.

Gabe perked up. “Really?!”

Lauren nodded as she put him down and took out an envelope from her back pocket and handed it to Gabe. “It’s not a toy or anything, but I hope it makes you happy.”

Gabe took the envelope and looked at Camila. “Can I open it?!”

Camila nodded as Lauren got on her knees and looked at Gabe expectantly as he started to open the envelope. “Be careful.” Lauren warned as Gabe switched to opening it carefully and then took out three tickets.

Gabe hummed as he read the words out loud. “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: The New Musical.”

Camila’s eyes widened as she looked at Lauren who smiled as the green-eyed girl watched Gabe’s face change to one of excitement. “WE’RE GOING TO SEE THE MUSICAL?!” he exclaimed.

Lauren nodded. “Yeah, I looked it up and turns out it’s been made into musical and I figured you’d love to see it.” She shrugged.

Gabe squealed as he hugged Lauren and then pulled away. “Thank you, thank you, thank youuuu!”

Lauren smiled. “You’re welcome, now give them to your mom so you don’t lose them.”

Gabe handed them to Camila who put them back on the envelope. Gabe smiled. “I’m gonna go see glitter lady do magic!” he said as his little feet ran over to where Halsey was doing her magical act.

Camila looked over at Lauren. “I can’t believe you bought them for him. They definitely weren’t cheap.”

Lauren shrugged. “He’s such a great kid. He deserves it.” She replied. “Besides, I don’t spend much on myself. I figured the money I make should go somewhere. And Gabe is a special somewhere.”

Camila kissed her cheek. “I love you.”

Lauren smiled. “I know.” She paused. “So where’s the Oompa Loompa outfit?” she pouted.

Camila chuckled. “Don’t even start. Sam didn’t even dress up either. Turns out he only agreed for the same reason I did and both of us didn’t dress up. Wearing that on top of hosting this birthday party would have killed me.”

Lauren hummed. “I see.”

“Speaking of…” Camila paused. “Would you mind meeting Sam? He’s Gabe’s father and he deserves to know who I’m dating and allowing our son to be around, you know?”

Lauren bit her lip. “I…don’t know if meeting your ex-husband who you divorced because of me is a good idea.”

Camila shook her head. “He wants to meet you. He accepts our relationship. Besides, he’s dating someone else now. It’s okay.” She assured as she took Lauren’s hand.

Lauren looked at Camila who gave her a reassuring look in return and sighed, nodding. “Okay.”

Camila smiled and kissed Lauren’s hand before leading her over to the table Sam and Diane were in, the two watching Halsey’s show and holding hands.

“Hey, I want you to meet someone.” Camila spoke up as Diane and Sam turned around, making Lauren grow more nervous.

Sam looked over at Lauren. “Uh…ring lady?” he asked with a chuckle.

Lauren turned red and nodded. “Yeah.” She laughed nervously.

Sam stood up and extended his hand. “Figured, Camila has that dopey look on her face.” He teased.

Lauren chuckled as she shook his hand and nodded. “It’s quite dopey.”

“Wow, so the only way you guys can greet each other is by making fun of me? Fuck y’all.”

Lauren giggled and shook head as Sam chuckled. “I never thought I would ever meet you, honestly.” He said.

“Well you kind of expected to stay married to Camila.” Lauren slipped out before realizing what she said and feeling her face turn red in embarrassment.

Sam looked surprised by what she said and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Diane laughed. “That was hilariously awkward. I dig your humor.”

Lauren hummed and nodded. “Yeah. Humor.” She agreed.

Camila laughed awkwardly. “If you don’t mind me interjecting here…I think this meeting is going 85% great.” She nodded. “Right?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Totally.” He agreed.

Lauren hummed. “Agreed.” She mumbled.

Lauren and Sam nodded, standing there awkwardly.

Diane decided to intervene next and stood up, extending her hand to Lauren. “I’m Diane, Sam’s girlfriend.” She introduced herself.

Lauren and Sam seemed to slip out of the obvious awkwardness and Sam smiled softly as Lauren shook Diane’s hand. “Nice to meet you. You’re a newbie to this clan as well?” she chuckled.

Diane nodded. “I’m only sticking around for the cute kid.” She joked.

Lauren chuckled. “Same.”

Camila and Sam looked offended. “Excuse me, I made that cute kid.” Camila put a hand over her heart.

Sam raised a finger. “I was also a huge part of that process.” He retorted.

Camila copied Sam and raised a finger mockingly. “He swam into one of my ovaries and then I popped him out of me.” She argued. “I’m a way larger part in this process, Claflin.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “He inherited a lot of my looks, Cabello. So that cute kid is thanks to me.”

Camila shook her head. “He has my nose!”

“He has my everything.”

“Hell no, he has my jawline. There’s me in there.”

“Not enough.” Sam teased.

Diane and Lauren watched the witty banter. Diane looking amused while Lauren watched it tentatively.

Lauren kind of assumed the banter was only something that was between her and Camila. They weren’t as exclusive as Lauren thought.

Had it not been for the fact that Lauren knew Camila and Sam were divorced, she would think they were just another married couple that had playful banter and a healthy marriage. And Lauren knew. She just knew that had it not been for her, Camila and Sam would still be married.

Sam and Camila laughed as they finished their banter and then sat down at the table, Diane sitting next to Sam and Lauren next to Camila. The four talked to one another as the magic show went on, Camila holding Lauren’s hand the entire time.

Sam turned to Lauren when the discussion grew quiet. “Ignoring the awkward moment, I think you’re a spectacular person, Lauren. You make Camila happy. Quite frankly, that matters to me a lot. So if you are that person that makes her happy and my son, then I have no problem with it.”

Lauren smiled softly. “Thank you, Sam.” She nodded.

Sam nodded back and smiled back.

Camila smiled at the brief acknowledgement and felt like things were really falling into place after witnessing Lauren and Sam interacting positively.

Camila was going to be happy with Lauren. She just knew it.

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“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Gabriel, Happy Birthday to you!” everyone sang as they gathered around the table where the cake and other sugary treats were placed and Gabe stood right in front of it with the help of a chair, Camila and Sam standing either side of him, grinning as they watched Gabe gleam with happiness at the attention he was getting.

“Blow the candles out, buddy.” Sam told Gabe as he kissed Gabe’s head.

“But you have to make a wish first.” Camila told her son as she kissed his cheek and smiled.

Gabe hummed as he put his hand to his chin as he thought about what he wanted. After seconds of silence from Gabe, everyone started to laugh amusedly at the now five-year-old thinking hard about his wish.

Camila and Sam laughed. “Baby, you have to think quickly.” Camila told him.

Gabe raised his finger signaling her to wait.

“It better be a good one.” Sam said with a chuckle as Gabe perked up.

“Got it!” Gabe exclaimed as he swiftly blew out the candles and then clapped, everyone else cheering after him.

Camila and Sam looked at each other and shook their heads at how odd, but adoring, their son was.

“Okay! Quick picture of the family!” Alycia exclaimed as Camila picked up Gabe and Sam leaned closer to the two as the three smiled for the camera as Alycia took pictures before giving them a thumbs up.

The two began to cut the cake and hand out plates of cake, exchanging witty banter to each other as they served cake. Camila took some frosting on her finger and then playfully put it on Sam’s cheek who laughed and shook his head as he took some frosting on his finger and put it on Camila’s nose, Camila scrunching up her nose.

Diane and Lauren watched the exchange from their table and Diane sighed. “It’s hard finding a way to establish a role for yourself in a family that already exists. You can’t take away that they’re family, of course not, but, then, what does that make us? What are we?” Diane spoke up.

Lauren turned to Diane. “I…don’t know.”

Diane nodded. “It’s hard being the step-parent, per se.” Diane told her. “It feels a lot like just being the temporary replacement for the other parent. Or…I don’t know. But it doesn’t feel like I’m part of the family yet.” She shrugged. “Do you feel that way?”

Lauren really didn’t know.

___________________________

After the Willy Wonka party ended, everyone left, leaving Camila and Lauren (and a sugar crashed Gabe) to themselves. The two women were cleaning up the mess left from the party, Camila throwing out the trash while Lauren helped.

Camila sighed in relief. “I’m so glad this party is over.”

“I thought it was nice.” Lauren said softly.

Camila nodded. “As long as it made Gabe happy.” She mumbled as she threw away the last bag and then walked over to Lauren and wrapped her arms around Lauren. “And you coming here made both Gabe and I very happy.”

Lauren perked up. “Yeah?”

Camila hummed as she kissed Lauren’s cheek.

Lauren smiled and pecked Camila’s lips before walking inside the house and walking to the living room, seeing Gabe passed out on the floor with his mouth covered in chocolate and candy wrappers encircling him. Lauren chuckled as she leaned down to pick up the small boy, Camila watching Lauren with a small smile.

Gabe whined at the sudden movement and Lauren rubbed his back and soothed him, the boy quickly nuzzling Lauren’s neck and snoring quietly again. Lauren didn’t mind the sticky chocolate getting on her neck as she took Gabe to his room and got him ready for bed.

Gabe opened one eye. “Do I have to brush my teeth?” he mumbled sleepily.

Lauren turned to him as she set out his pajamas. “I would advise it, yes. Especially with all the candy you ate. Unless you want cavities.”

“Cavities are nice.” Gabe mumbled.

Lauren hummed. “How so?”

“They’re just tiny little holes looking to give teeth some air. Must be hard being all covered up. Holes are fun. I like making them in the sandbox.”

Lauren chuckled. “While that is a nice thought, I think teeth are just fine without them.” she sat down on the bed and helped Gabe get his pajamas on. “Did you have fun at your party?”

Gabe nodded. “Wanna know my favorite part?”

“What?” Lauren asked.

“When you got here.”

Lauren felt her heart flutter at the response and she smiled. “You’re so sweet.” Lauren said as she kissed his forehead. “I’m making you plenty of pancakes tomorrow just for that.”

Gabe smiled. “That was the intention.”

Lauren giggled and poked his sides before finishing getting him ready for bed and then tucking him in. “Goodnight, kid.” She whispered as she kissed his forehead and then walked back to the living room where Camila was cleaning up. “He’s asleep now.” she told Camila.

Camila turned to her. “Did you change him out of— “

“Yes.”

“And did you put on his— “

“Pajamas. Yes. I know how much he likes his space themes pajamas because he thinks it will give him good space adventure dreams.”

“Did you bru— “

“Front and back in circular motion and cavity free.”

Camila let out a deep breath. “That was the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Lauren giggled and shook her head as she pulled Camila onto the couch with her. “Weirdo.”

“I’m a mom, I find anything domestic incredibly sexy.” Camila argued with a smile as she wiped the chocolate Gabe left off on Lauren’s neck.

Lauren hummed. “Well…given that, what do you think about this?” Lauren asked as she paused, leaning against Lauren’s ear. “I set up a warm bath for you…and…me.”

Camila fake moaned. “Just take my clothes off already!”

Lauren laughed and shook her head. “You’re the biggest dork I’ve ever met.”

Camila smiled. “You love me.”

“I do.” Lauren agreed as she rubbed Camila’s back.

Camila hummed. “How long are you here for?”

Lauren bit her lip and shook her head. “Let’s not think about that right now, yeah?”

Camila nodded as she pecked Lauren’s lips. “Okay.” She whispered.

Lauren smiled at the peck.

“Let’s just focus on the nice bath and incredible sex we’re about to have.” Camila smirked.

“You take lead, babe.” Lauren chuckled.

Camila groaned. “I swear to God, you’re about to give me an orgasm with the domestic way you’re talking to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Lauren smirked.

“Yeah.”

“I might have folded the laundry you had on your bed.”

“Fuck.”

Hiiii, long time no see. I got a random burst of inspiration and I hope it stays lol a pretty long chapter, too. Yay me! I just started university and I’m an English teacher in the making so I’ve been busy as heck. I hope you’re all doing well and, like I said, I’m finishing this story. I got to. If I don’t, I’ll fling myself into the sun lol I can’t say the updates will be often, but there will be updates! And, if you’d like, give me ideas for this story! I need them and will appreciate any suggestions! <3

ALSO. I wrote a new story, it’s called “Like The Back of My Hands” and it’s not a Camren story. It’s Rilaya. Riley and Maya from Girl Meets World (deserved better and to not be cancelled. It was so gay lol). If you guys can check it out, see if you like it…that would be great. It’s on my wattpad. My @ is jenniferthefangirl.

So,

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Take care, wonderful humans,

Jennifer

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i recently hit a huge milestone & reached the 2nd birthday for this blog, so i wanted to do something cute to give back & say thank you !!! with that being said, under the cut you’ll find 828 quotes that can be used for character musing tags ! they’ve been categorised into different labels ( eg. the baby doll, the lothario, the vixen, the cataclysmic, etc ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were just listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain label in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was used in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your character. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. a general trigger warning is to be placed for these as they do reference some sensitive topics ( drugs, alcohol, sex, etc ), as the tags on my blog do. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! also, please let me know if you’d like to see a part two of this ! you can find the lyric version of this right here for more suggestions !!

general (31)

better to be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie.

he is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t lived yet.

she drew silver linings of her own.

like art she was beautiful but like art she was also complex.

my mother looks at me and sees my father’s mistakes.

desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving. 

she was brave and strong and broken all at once.

i am the sea and nobody owns me.

your sweetness is more cruel than your hurt. 

she looks like royalty ; so fine and distinctive. 

compare me not to stars but to storms and hurricanes. 

fuck your soft words because i am not soft. 

love breaks my bones and i laugh. 

sipping cool red wine out of a long-stemmed glass.

chain smoking tastes like 50′s perfume if you try hard enough. 

she crunches diamonds between her teeth.

in this world that kills beauty ; even gods cannot survive the fall.

it inspires a keen nostalgia in her for the simpler times before. 

friends and family filled with envy when they should be filled with pride.

my first love was an insignificant boy when it should’ve been myself.

he flew darling. he may have fallen ; but first he dared to soar.

take the weight of your insecurities and lay them underneath a gravestone.

you have your fathers mouth and dreams of ripping it off your face. 

you lie to erase the memories from your naked body.

i’ve kept my feelings to myself for i’ve never found a language to express them.

you drink a little too much and go home alone. 

the most beautiful of angels are destined to fall. 

his biggest fear is ending up like his father. 

she was restless in a way that seemed permanent. 

i am mine before i am ever anyone else’s.

she isn’t human ; she is art with a heart.

the addictive (9)

i used to smoke to get high ; now i smoke to stay sane.

you drink like you have something to forget. 

his fingers flash with jeweled rings when he waves them ; dealing drugs out of his pocket. 

he spends his nights drinking jack and smoking weed.

i’ve got whisky with white lies and smoke in my lungs.

i’ll find comfort in my pain eraser. 

oh baby you’ve made mistakes and drained the bottles. 

the addictions that were killing me faster are the ones i loved the most. 

you drink a little too much and go home alone. 

the aesthete (21)

she had lavender in her hair and roses on her cheek.

she has the moon in her mind ; that’s why stars spill off her lips.

like art she was beautiful but like art she was also complex.

he craves the balm of beautiful and soft things.

there she was ; bathed in moonlight and silhouetted by stars. 

he was vulnerable ; to art and to the sky. 

her aura is made of poetry, roses and galaxies. 

to be written in ink is to be immortal. 

seduce me ; ravish me with your words and poems. 

he’s made up of silk and rose water.

everything has beauty but not everyone can see it.

let me tell you about the birds and the bees ; the moon and the stars.

like artwork i could admire you forever.

getting drunk on honeyed water with berry stained lips.

she’s dreaming of lace trimmed dresses and warm pink cheeks.

he wanted to be extraordinary to possess a savage glitter.

his trouble is that he falls in love with every pretty thing.

one day he realised he was made of light.

she wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. 

he falls in love with details.

he’s always had a terrible weakness for beautiful things.

the anthomaniac (16)

she had lavender in her hair and roses on her cheek.

i need the empty field around me and my legs pounding along roads.

she longed to go far into the fields and listen to the birds. 

he sits before flowers hoping they’ll teach him the art of opening up. 

barefoot in grass and drinking fresh lemonade.

she was made of sunlight.

the earth laughs in flowers as does he. 

she wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. 

she spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims.

i need the empty fields around me and my legs pounding along roads.

sensitive souls don’t have it easy ; that’s why their eyes light up when they breathe in the scent of a flower.

nature is not a place to visit ; it is home.

i have nature and art ; is that not enough?

he has a garden and a library ; that’s everything he needs.

for me ; beauty is first and foremost in nature.

there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.

the artisan (28)

seduce me ; ravish me with your words and poems.

underestimate me so i can embarrass you. 

she has the moon in her mind ; that’s why stars spill off her lips.

rule #1 never be #2.

there is a loneliness only poetry knows.

painting is poetry than is seen rather than felt.

poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

be my muse and you can have my soul.

gather the constellations in your mind ; press them to paper & call it art.

writers make love to whatever they need.

her eyes are classic novels and poetry.

to write is to hold the power of a thousand universes between paper and pen.

i write as if it can heal my broken heart.

i write what i could never say.

artists are prisoners of their own creations.

write to settle the rage within you. 

when she dances she looks like a poem about loss.

in writing you must kill all your darlings. 

it’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken.

he left pieces of himself in his art.

there is a chaos in my mind that can only be quelled by my hand on a pen.

i want music that makes holes in the sky. 

with my beaten small guitar wearing the same old jeans.

i am writing to disappear. 

to be written in ink is to be immortal. 

show me a hero and i’ll write you a tragedy. 

heartbreak makes poets of us all.

she had literature inside her heart that she couldn’t sometimes write.

the astrophile (20)

i would drink the sky and inhale the stars if i could. 

i want to exhale stardust and create my own constellations.

moonlit princess in the night.

the stars in her eyes are far more beautiful than those in the sky.

and the stars whispered ‘come home’

i look up at the moon and wonder who else is looking too.

let me tell you about the birds and the bees ; the moon and the stars.

you are a cosmic child ; a celestial wonder.

she has the moon in her mind ; that’s why stars spill off her lips.

she’s beauty she’s grace she’s in love with aliens and space.

people hope to touch the sky ; i dream of kissing it.

i would drink the sky and inhale stars if i could. 

i want to exhale stardust and create my own constellations.

i saw galaxies in your eyes ; your love put stars in my evening skies.

you will give meaning to the evening skies. 

now we’re lost somewhere in outerspace. 

her aura is made of poetry roses and galaxies.

when you dream ; do you dream of the stars?

i can see the stars from the window of my bedroom and i think i’m in love.

she dreams under the midnight sun of colour and melodic heartbeats. 

the baby doll (21)

she’s in the window in her pink dress ; radiant & transparent. 

she had lavender in her hair and roses on her cheek.

she has the moon in her mind ; that’s why stars spill off her lips.

there she was ; bathed in moonlight and silhouetted by stars. 

she tastes like fairytales. 

their soul is baby pink and very expensive. 

her idea of love was gentle and silent like a whisper of a touch.

she was like cherry wine and what a lovely headache she left behind.

to be soft is to be powerful.

she’s made of silk rose water and glitter.

she spritzes her face with rose water and moves on.

his voice is honey.

his affection comes fast or not at all.

she falls in love with the attention you give rather than the person.

he’s gentle and soft.

everything about her is so captivating ; like the aftermath of a storm. 

she possesses an innocence so destructive she puts angels to shame.

he’s a glimpse of bliss ; a little taste of heaven. 

she doesn’t love ; she quickly falls and ever so slowly picks herself back up and walks away.

there’s something godly yet sinful about loving her. 

she wasn’t afraid of being left ; she was afraid of being forgotten.

the bellwether (11)

she’s in the window in her pink dress ; radiant & transparent. 

there she was ; bathed in moonlight and silhouetted by stars. 

she wore her dress almost as well as she wore the universe.

she uses stardust as a highlighter.

stay until enough people have had time to admire your attire. 

my mascara’s too expensive to cry over this.

fashion is the most powerful art there is.

he doesn’t wear outfits ; he creates looks.

she wishes she could make decisions the way she picked her clothes ; from a catalogue.

the sound of heels on pavement is the ultimate power trip.

you can never be overdressed or overeducated.

the benevolent (26)

you blossom under kindness like a rose.

you managed to have a soft heart and peaceful mind despite the cruelty of the world.

you don’t have to be a child to be naive ; just have too much of a good heart.

she would have swallowed the sun to make you warm enough.

to love and lose and to still be kind.

her hands are soft and her eyes shine in the sun. 

she laughs like she hasn’t a care in the world. 

he’s got a heart so pure ; i bet he has flowers growing between his ribs.

she was not a girl of ice and glass but of sunshine and stardust.

she emits warmth and injects laughter into the people she encounters. 

isn’t it ironic that you take care of everyone but yourself?

she dismissed those who stopped her from being able to see the world’s good.

she tastes like hope.

kind people are forged in fire and darkness and imploding stars. 

he was made of sunlight.

to be soft is to be powerful.

optimism can save the world. 

she cares ; its kind of her thing. 

all he wanted was to receive the love he gave. 

you’re soft like spring flowers and the white feathers inside your pillow. 

there’s bravery in being soft. 

it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations. 

the world gave him so much pain and here he was turning it to gold. 

he takes care of everyone but himself. 

her voice is honey. 

you are not weak just because your heart is so heavy. 

the bibliomaniac (15)

i grew up in the shadow of a big bookcase ; where verses and novels all mingled and murmured.

books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.

novels aren’t just happy escapes ; they are slivers of peoples souls. 

books were cold but safe friends ; he adored them. 

walking the stacks in a library ; feeling the presence of sleeping spirits.

books gave him a comforting message ; you are not alone. 

he finds himself turning to books and films for comfort. 

a library is like an island in a vast sea of ignorance. 

he dreams of old books and french cafes. 

he loves fictional characters because he has a habit of loving people who can’t love him back. 

novels aren’t just happy escapes ; they are slivers of people’s souls. 

her eyes are classic novels and poetry. 

he always imagined paradise as being some kind of library. 

she wants to be the kind of woman people read books about. 

the cataclysmic (20)

you will learn why storms are named after people.

i’ll swallow my blood before i swallow my pride.

there were girls who would tear you apart with their lips.

you took a wonder boy and you threw him away to become a monster.

the world demanded hate from her and so hate she gave.

girls like her were born in a storm. 

how do i stay tender with this much blood in my mouth?

she sins to forget she has a heart.

you’ll understand why storms are named after people.

her mind is a very dangerous and destructive place.

real darkness was more than just a lack of light.

do monsters make war or does war make monsters?

if i’m anything it is violence. 

to you everything tastes like blood.

she was destruction given form and purpose.

she held an elegant savagery. 

not everyone can swallow the parts of you that have sharp edges.

you’re more than the fires you’ve walked through and the storms you’ve caused.

he tore the beauty from his face and called it terror. 

there is blood in everything you say. 

the connard (15)

my heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

not everyone can swallow the parts of you that have sharp edges.

take off your armor and let your skin breathe. 

those who are heartless once cared too much. 

he spent his life learning to feel less. 

she can be so cruel and it comes so quickly that birds fly away. 

how to be unapproachable ; a book by me. 

i know i’m fucking moody and i know i’m quite unkind. 

mood ; not in the mood. 

smiling is a sign of weakness. 

sorry i’m such an asshole. 

on one hand who cares and in the other hand so what. 

most likely to not give a fuck.

in memory of when i cared. 

being brutally honest is a different shade of mean. 

the coquette (20)

there were girls who would tear you apart with their lips. 

she sins to forget she has a heart.

she’s like a rose ; she’s beautiful and enchanting but her roots are full of wounds.

she tasted like imported sophistication and domestic cigarettes.

she kissed demons and slept with ghosts because living with the dead felt more like home.

a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart.

she looked at young men like she could smell their stupidity.

she’s a sweet talker with great legs ; her affections fleeting and wild.

she was sweet like cherry wine ; what a lovely headache she left behind.

her hair was long and her eyes were wild. 

how to be a heartbreaker. 

she’s no angel.

blow a kiss ; fire a gun.

she could tear you apart with her lips. 

her attention comes fast or not at all. 

she touches herself with strawberry painted fingers. 

call me your baby girl. 

boys play with toys and girls play with boys. 

she wasn’t actually in love but she felt a tender curiosity. 

they hate her because she smells of vanilla and doesn’t pick up her phone. 

the credulous (14)

you don’t have to be a child to be naive ; just have too much of a good heart.

she laughs like she hasn’t a care in the world.

he’s so busy looking for the good in people he misses the knife they’re holding in their hand.

he’s the definition of starry eyed. 

she thinks she’s living in a fairytale ; it’s why she fears the world so much. 

she feels too vulnerable and soft for the world. 

when someone shows her their true colours ; she tries to paint a different picture. 

he was blinded by how people took him for granted. 

be gentle with her ; she’s more vulnerable than she appears. 

he’s always depended on the kindness of strangers. 

she burned too bright for this world. 

he knows too much and not enough. 

she possesses an innocence so destructive she puts angels to shame.

she will love you unconditionally and that may be the saddest part about her.

the crepehanger (22)

she’s rotting quietly under her skits with a melancholy smile.

the world demanded hate from her and so hate she gave.

my heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

her imagination has made friends with the dark parts of her mind.

she was a compulsive pessimist ; always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit ; pressing so hard she created it.

you have such a february face ; so full of frost of storm and cloudiness.

and i’m disgusted with dreams now.

be like snow ; beautiful but cold.

she wears darkness as a queen wears her crown.

show me a hero and i’ll write you a tragedy. 

he doesn’t expect sunshine and rainbows to be coming from every aspect of life. 

be like snow ; beautiful but cold. 

i’m full of poetry now ; rot and poetry. 

but his bones knew something wonderful about darkness. 

she is rotting quietly under her skirts with a melancholy smile. 

a negative mind will never give a positive life. 

he became bitter and untouchable. 

you know what they say about hope ; it breeds eternal misery. 

i overflow like this black night. 

she walked with darkness dripping off her shoulders. 

i’ve seen ghosts brighter than his soul. 

we’re all cynics and romantics ; sometimes simultaneously. 

the crestfallen (20)

she’s rotting quietly under her skits with a melancholy smile. 

i am made of insecurities.

you are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

sadness flirts with my soul and takes that too.

take the weight of your insecurities and lay them underneath a gravestone.

you may be in pain but you are not weak. 

if only her life could be more like the movies. 

what hasn’t killed her has made her oversensitive and defensive. 

she’s a lions roar ; broken glass and a thousand tiny paper cuts. 

when he’s sad he doesn’t say a word. 

she’s standing in the window ; transparent and lost. 

crying doesn’t mean you’re weak ; it means you’re alive. 

she’s strong but she’s exhausted. 

silence is not a song you should know all the words too.

some say she’s very poetic others say she’s very sad. 

sadness fucks me way too often.

she is broken and she won’t ask for help.

he’s broken apart his insides.

when he moves he looks like a poem about loss. 

he believes he’s nothing without his pain. 

the crimson (20)

you’ll understand why storms are named after people.

she wanted a storm to match her rage.

she slipped her anger into something silky and attractive. 

i have the world raging under my skin.

she beats her knuckles into other peoples jawbones ; the fight club is her temple.

to you everything tastes like blood.

she hissed ; her teeth dripping crimson. 

he’s never been good at emotional stuff ; except anger. 

he’ll argue about anything with anyone. 

and the grace of the gods is a grace that comes by violence. 

there is blood in all the things you say. 

tragedy exists because you are full of rage. 

he’s got fire for a heart. 

he has the whole world raging beneath his skin.

the world demanded hate from her so hate she gave. 

there is so much hate in his heart. 

rage is the only emotion he’s good at feeling. 

he’s a tiny yet angry force of nature. 

make me your enemy and you shall see fury. 

he’s made up of black coffee and poorly supressed anger. 

the despondent (26)

skin deep damage does not make you unlovable. 

i’ve turned people into homes and i ended up homeless.

the feeling of emptiness is incredibly intoxicating.

she’s strong but she’s exhausted.

my heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

if only hell didn’t feel like home.

he became bitter and untouchable.

her imagination has made friends with the dark parts of her mind.

she fought best when she was breaking.

there is a beauty in the emptiness of your soul.

he opens his mouth and dust spills out instead of feelings.

sadness flirts with my soul and takes that too.

she walked with darkness dripping off her shoulders. 

i’ve seen ghosts brighter than her soul.

i’m a ghost that everyone can see.

be like snow ; beautiful but cold.

take the weight of your insecurities and lay them underneath a gravestone.

not everyone can swallow the parts of you that have sharp edges.

his chest caves in whenever he thinks about the past. 

it’s so dark in the room you’ve chosen to store your regrets. 

you’ve handled tragedy ; surely you can handle tenderness. 

maybe emptiness is a way of listening. 

he spent his life learning to feel less. 

she wears darkness as a queen wears her crown.

you may be in pain but you are not weak. 

a lot of confidence generates disappointment.

the dirtbag (15)

his motorcycle is the loudest noise in the city that never sleeps.

his fingers flash with jeweled rings when he waves them ; dealing drugs out of his pocket. 

he spends his nights drinking jack and smoking weed.

his life is flashing lights and nights in jail for petty theft. 

she’s a burden on society. 

you were wild once ; don’t let me them tame you.

she spends her day riding motorcycles and smoking cigarettes. 

he told me he was afraid of commitment with thirteen tattoos on his body.

mood ; not in the mood. 

on one hand who cares and on the other hand so what. 

he always finds the energy to sin. 

he loves the way being bad feels. 

boys who skate are better at grinding. 

she doesn’t give a damn about her reputation. 

property of no one.

the facade (15)

she’s like a volcano ; cool and calm on the surface with lava running through her veins.

you wear a mask for so long you forget who you were beneath it.

your mouth can lie but your eyes can’t.

you are not her anymore ; always presenting a different facade. 

her eyes said more than words can say.

alone in my head ; i am content to pretend.

in a world where everyone wears a mask ; it’s a privilege to see a soul.

everyone saw a princess but inside she was on fire ; crashing and burning.

look at her smile and in the corner of her smile you’ll find the smallest hint of sadness.

her eyes are pure stars but her touch will freeze you to the bone.

not everyone can swallow the parts of you that have sharp edges.

take off your armor and let your skin breathe.

he spent his life learning to feel less.  

kind faces are a lie.

i’ve met people who have never met me. 

the fallen angel (16)

everything my mother prayed i wouldn’t be i became. 

my heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

how do i stay tender with this much blood in my mouth?

if only hell didn’t feel like home.

i was a goddess and now i ache.

he became bitter and untouchable.

maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

i’ve lost so many battles but i won’t lose the war.

she was not a girl of ice and glass but of sunshine and stardust.

in this world that kills beauty ; even gods cannot survive the fall.

and i’m disgusted with dreams now.

skin deep damage does not make you unlovable. 

you’re more than the fires you’ve walked through and the storms you’ve caused.

my father looks at me and sees everything i used to be. 

you may be in pain but you are not weak. 

broken isn’t the same as unfixable.

the fervour (17)

i never learned how to love in small doses.

pick up your heart on the way out.

those who truly love never stop loving.

i would rather die of passion than of boredom.

she felt everything too deeply ; it was like the world was too much for her.

he’s a lover without a lover.

i’m still a sensitive woman just with passion.

she creates entire romances in her dreams.

he’s an incurable romantic. 

she falls in love so passionately and out of love so painfully.

i never learned how to love in small doses. 

he has no notion of loving people by halves. 

god save the romantics who wil destroy themselves for a better story.

it’s both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.

he spent his life learning to feel less. 

my heart just sang and out poured my soul.

her idea of love was gentle and silent like a whisper of a touch.

the grifter (3)

she thinks manipulation is the greatest art of them all.

she’ll look you in the eye as she tears you open. 

he’s the best at what he does and what he does isn’t pretty. 

the halcyon (20)

he is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t lived yet.

love her but leave her wild.

she loved the sea ; it made her feel small but free as well.

i never learned how to love in small doses. 

lay underneath the clothes line and listen.

people like you are not meant to stand still.

you were wild once ; don’t let them tame you. 

her foot was light and her eyes were wild. 

optimism can save the world. 

he’s alive with pleasure. 

he refuses to die ordinary. 

he doesn’t get attached to moments because good or bad ; they all pass. 

she didn’t allow life to just happen to her ; she traveled the world and wrote books about it.

once you learn to create your own happiness ; no one can take that away from you.

she likes her hair messy her love wild and her sex aggressive. 

she wants to love and radiant light. 

home doesn’t exist for girls like her. 

a life lived in fear is a life half-lived.

he wants to touch the sun and immerse in the sea. 

take your shoes off and dance in the rain.

the impecunious (5)

now your wallet is nothing more than empty space. 

the girl of her dreams was herself but with more money.

nothing to steal. 

girls just want to have funds. 

he wants to work until his bank account looks like a phone number.

the impious (7)

every day that satan tempts me i take it in my stride.

she’s no angel.

he believes in hell and he’s in it. 

she sins to forget she has a heart.

he always finds the time to sin.

god is love but satan does that thing with his tongue that you love so much. 

he refuses to believe he’s not the god of his own universe.

the intangible concept (16)

she was truly a puzzle but god forgive anyone who mistook her for a game.

her smile screamed ‘you don’t know me and you never will.’

i’ve met people who have never actually met me.

i’m a different person to different people but unknown to a lot.

she rolled into town like a new mystery. 

for he had a great variety of selves.

he’s a mystery wrapped up in a pretty body.

she looked pale and mysterious ; like a lily under water.

her eyes reminded me of tinted windows ; she could see out but you couldn’t see in.

you will never know the real him.

accept the mystery.

she was like the moon ; part of her was always hidden away.

he’s as beautiful and mysterious as the night sky.

perhaps she loves mysteries so much that she became one.

trying to understand him is like trying to hold smoke in your hands.

she spoke to no one and carried secrets in her eyes.

the isolato (15)

i need the empty field around me and my legs pounding along roads.

loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

i was quiet but i was not blind.

alone in my head ; i am content to pretend.

loneliness is like a drug ; you know it’s bad for you yet you keep going back.

she’s so transparent ; she could disappear without a trace. 

i wasn’t lonely when i was alone. 

he doesn’t mind being alone so long as he doesn’t feel lonely. 

she doesn’t let anyone in so she doesn’t risk the chance of losing them.

he was born alone and he’ll die alone.

she believes she’s better on her own.

she spoke to no one and carried secrets in her eyes.

he felt alone in a crowded room.

he could disappear forever and no one would notice ; that’s how he liked it.

she has no time for meaningless conversations and friendships.

the lost soul (15)

travel far enough that you meet yourself.

i am a language i am yet to understand.

you will find your place in this lost world and give meaning to the stars.

i mean different things to different people ; but who am i to me?

i was quiet but i was not blind.

how does he know who he even is ?

she’s in the window looking lost and transparent. 

he feels homesick for a place that doesn’t exist.

he’s a ghost that everyone can see.

when she moves she looks like a poem about loss.

how can he move forward when he doesn’t know which way he’s facing?

i’m the place between who i want to be and who others have made me out to be.

he’s starting to miss the person he used to be.

his mind is an ever going ocean with dark shades of teal.

two years later and i was gone.

the lothario (15) 

he told me he was afraid of commitment with thirteen tattoos on his body.

my heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

his mouth is heaven ; his kisses falling over me like stars.

he is lust ; he is sex in the back seat of a car. 

he is an angel made of devilish grins and laughter.

he’s a god in human form but he’s got a corrupted soul.

he is the dangerous boy with the wild heart. 

a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart.

he’s a sweet talker with great legs ; his affections fleeting and wild.

there’s a hunger inside of me ; a thirst to be godly. 

how to be a heartbreaker.

don’t give pieces of your heart away that you’re not even sure you have.

he was temptingly beautiful but stung anyone who got too close. 

blow a kiss ; fire a gun. 

he has persuasive lips but terrible motives. 

the magnate (21)

underestimate me so i can embarrass you. 

rule #1 never be #2.

he’s a corporate ceo ; making storms in other peoples lives.

there’s a hunger inside of me ; a thirst to be godly. 

the lawyer with the briefcase can steal more money than the man with the gun.

the sound of heels on pavement is the ultimate power trip.

she’s driven by power and profit.

stressed but well dressed.

act like you trust people but don’t.

you can never be overdressed or overeducated. 

she thinks manipulation is the greatest art form of all.

people like her don’t write books ; she’s written about. 

if you’re good at something never do it for free.

she’s a powerful girl.

be ambitious not thirsty.

her favourite position is ceo.

it’s only failure if you don’t learn something.

he doesn’t stop until he’s proud.

we all die ; his goal is to create something that never will.

intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.

find a way ; if there isn’t one make one.

the miscreant (7)

his life is flashing lights and nights in jail for petty theft.

dressed to kill.

she sins to forget she has a heart. 

at what point does a man turn into a monster?

he’s the best at what he does and what he does isn’t pretty.

his fingers flash with jeweled rings when he waves them ; dealing drugs out of his pocket.

she’s a burden on society.

the paracosmist (21)

her imagination has made friends with the dark parts of her mind.

people hope to touch the sky ; i dream of kissing it.

i fear my imagination ; i’ve fallen so deeply in love with people and places i’ve only dreamt of.

things rarely happened the way he’d imagined them. 

the real world is where the monsters are. 

her mind stays up all night telling itself stories.

if only her life could resemble the movies. 

go after dreams not people.

only her dreams will keep her from falling apart.

he’s always dreaming ; even when he’s awake.

he has an entire universe inside her mind.

she thinks she’s living in a fairytale ; it’s why she fears the world so much.

he creates entire romances in his dreams.

she fears her imagination for she’s fallen in love with places she’s never been and people she’s never met.

he’s in a world of his own.

why stop dreaming when you wake up?

the world needs fantasy not reality.

a thousand dreams within me softly burn.

life is hard but dreaming is not.

we lead strange lives ; chasing our dreams from place to place.

she tastes like fairytales ; she tastes like hope.

the paradox (17)

fire in her bones ; honey in her soul.

she’s sweet when she has to be & fierce when she needs to be.

i’m part heaven and equal parts hell.

she was the kind of girl who was a chaos of contradictions.

her heart has an argument with her head every time it beats.

we’re all cynics and romantics ; sometimes simultaneously.

she is madness ; she is hell and paradise.

she was truly a puzzle but god forgive anyone who mistook her for a game.

the girl has always been half goddess, half hell. 

he’s got both light and dark inside of him.

she tastes like nectar and salt.

we all have both light and dark inside of us.

he wears darkness and strength equally well.

the girl has always been half goddess half hell.

fire in his bones honey in his soul.

he told me he was afraid of commitment with thirteen tattoos on his body.

he feels everything so strongly or not at all.

the pastiche (20) 

everything my mother prayed i wouldn’t be i became.

you took a wonder boy and you threw him away to become a monster.

the world demanded hate from her and so hate she gave.

how do i stay tender with this much blood in my mouth?

if only hell didn’t feel like home.

no one has apologised for all that i have lost.

do monsters make war or does war make monsters?

not everyone can swallow the parts of you that have sharp edges.

skin deep damage does not make you unlovable. 

you’re more than the fires you’ve walked through and the storms you’ve caused.

don’t apologise for the way you chose to survive. 

his chest caves in whenever he thinks about the past. 

you were wild once ; don’t let them tame you. 

my father looks at me and sees everything i used to be. 

he used to be better.

she’s not entirely here ; half of her has disappeared. 

we are good people and we’ve suffered enough.

i am sorry for who i had to become to survive. 

he wants himself back but he doesn’t remember who that is.

who i was then and who i am now are vastly different. 

the philophobe (16) 

he told me he was afraid of commitment with thirteen tattoos on his body. 

my heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

he’s not afraid to love ; he’s afraid of not being loved back.

silly boy she laughed ; love is for fools.

my first love was an insignificant boy when it should’ve been myself.

name the taste of your last heartbreak and spit it out. 

do not fall in love.

i have love inside of me but i don’t know how to use it ; it scratches like barbs.

you were temptingly beautiful but stung when someone got close.

love scares her more than a gun.

she’s afraid of love so she doesn’t love anything.

loving was painfully awful and terrifying for her.

he craves attention but the mere thought of someone caring made his stomach turn.

she’s convinced that to love was to be torn apart.

she’s too busy being scared to realise she’s already in love.

his sin was falling in love and he’s learned his lesson.

the phoenix (20)

you can’t change the past but you can alter the future.

i survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.

you are not her anymore ; always running away from feelings.

you are not her anymore ; not that masked and layered princess.

you are not her anymore ; always presenting a different facade.

my first love was an insignificant boy when it should’ve been myself.

he flew darling. he may have fallen ; but first he dared to soar.

the way you brave your chest to the world is terribly brave.

you’re more than the fires you’ve walked through and the storms you’ve caused.

don’t apologise for the way you chose to survive. 

his chest caves in whenever he thinks about the past. 

admire your reflection as you step out of the haze of what's gone. 

do better and move on.

broken isn’t the same as unfixable.

someday the pain will be useful.

if the hurt comes so will happiness.

she forgave and became.

her best revenge was improving herself.

the sun will rise and he will try again.

you have suffered enough ; it’s time that you won.

the polymath / academic (17)

underestimate me so i can embarrass you.

the more he acquires the more certain he is that he knows nothing.

the possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery.

happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing i know.

i can’t live in blissful ignorance like others. 

he’s interested in everything and in nothing else.

we are voyagers ; discoverers of the not known. 

everything interests me but nothing holds me.

you can never be overdressed or overeducated.

it’s only failure if you don’t learn something.

he doesn’t stop until he’s proud.

intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.

keep growing and learning.

his mind is as big as the universe.

true intelligence operates quietly.

it’s only failure if you don’t learn anything.

remind yourself that it’s okay to not be perfect.

the pristine (15) 

you don’t have to be a child to be naive ; just have too much of a good heart. 

her hands are soft and her eyes shine in the sun. 

she laughs like she hasn’t a care in the world. 

he’s got a heart so pure ; i bet he has flowers growing between his ribs.

she possess an innocence so destructive ; she puts angels to shame.

you’re soft like spring flowers and sunsets and white feathers inside your pillow.

she tastes like fairytales ; she tastes like hope.

to be soft is to be powerful.

he’s soft like spring flowers and sunsets. 

his voice is honey. 

you don’t have to be a child to be naive ; you just have to have too much of a good heart. 

he looked like milk and honey would flow out of him.

be gentle with them ; they’re more delicate than they look. 

you’re a glimpse of bliss ; a little taste of heaven. 

they’re as pure as a river. 

the prosperous (15) 

we are beautiful and privileged. 

there’s a hunger inside of me ; a thirst to be godly. 

the sound of heels on pavement is the ultimate power trip.

he’s driven by power and profit.

her soul is pink and very expensive. 

billionaire boys club.

you can never be overdressed or overeducated. 

she wanted to be extraordinary. 

she’s a trust fund baby. 

people like me don’t write books ; we’re written about.

selfish people live longer.

money makes her romantic.

he’s spoiled and selfish.

the devil does indeed wear prada. 

her aesthetic is money and fighting with people.

the reticent (16) 

no one will ever be able to totally capture her ; she seemed so evanescent.

nothing haunts you like unexpressed feelings.

silence is not a song you should know all the words to.

your mouth can lie but your eyes can’t.

she kept her thoughts to herself.

her eyes said more than words can say.

the secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at nighttime ; filling the darkness with perfume.

he’s met people who have never truly met him.

you don’t ask ; i don’t tell.

things she can’t say outloud.

he wants to write a novel about silence ; the things people don’t say.

if you don’t get it off your chest you’ll never be able to breathe. 

i don’t think anyone will ever truly capture her ; she’s so evanescent.

secrets that i held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought. 

he doesn’t care who sees him naked ; he cares who sees him cry. 

she was like the moon ; part of her was always hidden away. 

the reveller (10) 

she sins to forget she has a heart.

you drink like you have something to forget. 

he spends his nights drinking jack and smoking weed.

i’ve got whisky with white lies and smoke in my lungs.

you were wild once ; don’t let them tame you. 

you drink a little too much and go home alone. 

she doesn’t give a damn about her reputation.

good times ; bad friends.

he’d rather be getting high.

dance all night ; sleep all day.

the self destructive (15) 

if they can’t find anything to destroy ; they destroy themselves.

my heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

i destroyed myself so you couldn’t hurt me.

you play with fire because you want to be burned.

he has a habit of self destruction.

god save the romantics who wil destroy themselves for a better story.

my hands are full of ash because i burn everything i touch. 

he plays with fire because he wants to be burnt.

you will learn why storms are named after people.

she was destruction given form and purpose.

she held an elegant savagery. 

nothing can destroy me like i can destroy myself. 

you can’t scare a girl by screaming fire if she wants to be burned. 

i desire the things that will destroy me in the end. 

my hands are full of ash ; i burn down everything i touch.

the solicitous (12) 

she’s drowning in an ocean of thoughts.

he’s tired ; he just wants the world to be quiet for a bit.

she was calm on the outside but thinking all the time.

the voice inside my head speaks louder than the one that comes out vocally.

he just wants to escape one thing ; his head at night.

her thoughts are haunting her.

too busy feeling feelings and overthinking it.

once he learnt to think he couldn’t stop.

i think i worry too much ; i need to take it easy. 

maybe i think too much for my own good.

most of the stuff people worry about never happens. 

he’s afraid of talking nonsense.

the sovereign (21)

not everyone can swallow the parts of you that have sharp edges.

she thinks manipulation is the greatest art of them all.

you think i’m not a goddess? try me. touch me and you’ll burn.

i’m learning to sharpen my teeth and rule kingdoms.

oh royal princess ; i love the way you wear your crown.

be careful royal princess ; too much and you will drown.

she was afraid of being forgotten.

a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart.

look to your kingdoms ; i am coming for them all.

everyone saw a princess but inside she was on fire ; crashing and burning.

rule #1 never be #2.

she looked at young men like she could smell their stupidity.

there’s only one queen of the underworld.

queens raise queens.

she was destruction given form and purpose.

she held an elegant savagery. 

who still believes in kings?

the girl has always been half goddess, half hell. 

she wears darkness as a queen wears her crown.

she wasn’t afraid of being left ; she was afraid of being forgotten.

the sound of heels on pavement is the ultimate power trip.

the traveler (15) 

no one will ever be able to totally capture her ; she seemed so evanescent. 

travel far enough that you meet yourself.

she loved the sea ; it made her feel small but free as well.

home doesn’t exist for girls like me.

we are voyagers ; discoverers of the not known. 

she runs until the world is quiet and the smells are peaceful.

people like you are not meant to stand still.

remind yourself of how fast you’re able to run. 

no matter where you run ; you always end up running into yourself. 

she longed to go far into the fields and listen to the birds. 

he’s flirting with life ; teasing each city with his presence before leaving them behind. 

be inspired by beauty everywhere ; be a citizen of the world.

i love places that make you realise how tiny you are in the world.

he wants to see every kind of sunset. 

be a traveler not a tourist.

the urbanite (10) 

his motorcycle is the loudest noise in the city that never sleeps. 

if you want to find love than you know where the city is. 

she loved the loud cry of the city. 

but first ; coffee. 

everyone hurts themselves in the city ; then they pick themselves up to not get in anyone elses way. 

living in new york city is like dating a comedian ; fun while it last but when it’s over man is it over. 

she loves to make coffee for the city that loves to drink it.

he loves the empty streets and 5 am winds of the city. 

brooklyn baby.

smells like cold coffee stress and aesthetic in here.

the utopian (5)

she thinks she’s living a fairytale ; that’s why she fears the world so much.

her idea of love was soft and gentle like a whisper of a touch.

he never learned how to love in small doses.

people wait a lifetime for true happiness.

he thinks fate is behind everything.

the vindictive (16)

i’ll swallow my blood before i swallow my pride.

you took a wonder boy and you threw him away to become a monster.

my heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

you’ll understand why storms are named after people.

she wanted a storm to match her rage.

she fought best when she was breaking.

no one has apologised for all that i have lost.

is it better to out monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart.

to you everything tastes like blood.

you will learn why storms are named after people.

his chest caves in whenever he thinks about the past. 

it’s so dark in the room you’ve chosen to store your regrets. 

he tore the beauty from his face and called it terror. 

there’s a hunger inside of me ; something vicious. 

there is blood in everything you say. 

the vixen (25)

there were girls who would tear you apart with their lips.

i’m part heaven and equal parts hell.

girls like her were born in a storm. 

love her but leave her wild.

she sins to forget she has a heart.

she’s like a rose ; she’s beautiful and enchanting but her roots are full of wounds.

she wanted to be extraordinary ; to possess a savage glitter.

you’ll understand why storms are named after people.

she tasted like imported sophistication and domestic cigarettes.

she thinks manipulation is the greatest art of them all.

home doesn’t exist for girls like me.

like art she was beautiful but like art she was also complex.

people find her madness charming because she is so beautiful.

a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart.

everything about her is captivating like the aftermath of a storm.

she looked at young men like she could smell their stupidity.

she was taught young to strike first and you’ll always be safe.

she was destruction given form and purpose.

she held an elegant savagery. 

not everyone can swallow the parts of you that have sharp edges.

you’re more than the fires you’ve walked through and the storms you’ve caused.

the girl has always been half goddess, half hell. 

she wears darkness as a queen wears her crown.

she was sweet like cherry wine ; what a lovely headache she left behind.

the sound of heels on pavement is the ultimate power trip.

[picorihero]

Character Info Sheet

Tagged by: @toriuta​ ( thank you!! :D sorry it took a while )

Tagging: @hopedreaminq, @empowcred​, @gentlegiantingvar​, @quaqqa​

Name of your Muse: Link

One Picture you Like Best of Your Muse’s FC:

Two Headcanons You have for Your Character that You Never Told Anyone:

●  (I take this from Triforce Heroes and apply it to Toon Link in general) Link doesn’t mind wearing dresses or goofy outfits. Tbh he doesn’t have any “fashion sense” and his usual mode of dress is for comfort & practicality-sake. If in some event it’s more practical to wear a cute dress? Sure! He’ll do it! Is it more practical to wear a cactus costume??? There may come a day.

●  He used to be upset about being short. Then he experienced a life of being itty-bitty mouse-size. Now he appreciates his height, even if diminutive.

Three Things Your Character Likes Doing in their Free Time:

●  Training!! He’ll still visit the Blade Brothers to practice and learn new techniques.

●  Play games either at Borlov’s or Simon’s Simulations.

●  Help others! If one thing’s always true about Hyrule, someone always needs help. Anju’s always losing her cuckoos. Talon’s always losing his house keys. Mayor Hagan’s always forgetting to feed his dog. Link’s always happy to help!

Seven People Your Character Likes:

●  Princess Zelda. His best friend FOREVER AND BEYOND. It helps that Link’s grandpa and Zelda’s father are also best friends. These two grew up together, went to school together, and dream to travel together in the future. They’re inseparable! ●   Grandpa Smith. Link’s only living blood relative. Link loves him dearly and is so thankful for everything his grandpa does for him. While he’s a bit past his prime in swordplay, Smith’s happy to show Link a few master techniques with the blade. ●   King Daltus. Zelda’s father, and kind of like an uncle to Link. Perhaps because he knows he’s Smith’s grandson, the King was never one to underestimate Link’s capabilities. ●   Ezlo. Their time together was brief, but so life-changing. Ezlo is another one of those in Link’s life who’s like family. While it may be impossible to see Ezlo again in his lifetime, not a day goes by in Link’s life without thoughts of how his old friend is doing. ●   Malon (& Epona). She has such a lovely voice! And an even lovelier view of the world. Seeing Malon and Epona in town everyday brings a big ol smile to Link’s face. He’s glad to help her or her father out on the ranch anytime. ●   Minister Potho. Probably the ‘strictest’ adult in Link’s life, which he understands everyone needs that sometimes. Hyrule just wouldn’t run as smoothly without Potho. Rumor has it, he’s descended from the Sheikah. ●   Tingle. he’s really weird at first, and most people are turned away by that. Link, however appreciates Tingle’s drive to be himself.

One Thing Your Character Regrets:

Letting everyone down. ---Well, he thinks he’s let everyone down. His whole life, while growing up with his best friend, Zelda, he’s been told “Watch over her!” “Protect her!” “Defend her with your life!”---and he’s messed up a lot. Even if he’s a “Hero” of Hyrule now, he’s haunted by those what-if’s he failed again? Now he’s super over-protective of Zelda. Anyone or anything that threatens her will answer to his sword.

Two Phobias Your Character Has:

●  Automatonophobia--- mostly referring to statues, though Link may have a similar dreaded reaction to dolls, mannequins, animatronics, etc. Anything that looks like it’s supposed to be alive, but isn’t. This is in response to Vaati turning the entirety of Hyrule Castle’s residents into stone. All these lively faces Link once knew---cold, dead stone. Every time he sees a statue, he thinks of their lifeless eyes. Were they alive once?

●  Atychiphobia. Extreme fear of failure. This is yet another development after Vaati. Poor kid thinks he’s failed so many times before and it almost cost the lives of the people he loves most. He’s resolved to never let that happen again.

[blissfullylostinarabbithole]

Super Double Pinky Promise (3/3)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1113

Summary: Confrontation and an unbreakable vow.

Warnings: Bucky’s cuteness, and probably that gif  😍 😍 😍

A/N: Here it is! The final part, with the fluff! Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed!

Part 1 Part 2

Steve left you in the kitchen, alone, with a man you’d hardly spoken to. A man, who while he didn’t look angry, certainly didn’t look as amused as Steve tried to not look.

“Sarge-”

“How did you do it?” he interrupted.

“Sorry?”

“How did you do all that without waking me?” he sounded nervous, and the guilt hit you hard.

“Crap, I’m sorry. I didn’t do it to be mean or to scare you. I swear I’m not like some super evil person that wants to hurt you. I was just bored, and you were there, and…” you sighed.

“But how? I’m a trained assassin, and you just…”

“Oh! Um…” you ran your hand through your hair nervously. “I was a thief. That’s how I ended up here.” You walked past Bucky and jumped up on the counter and started going through a phone.

“A thief?” he asked skeptically.

“Yeah. One of the best, apparently. I have a feather light touch, and can pretty much pick any lock and disable pretty much any security system.” you giggled at something on the phone and kept tapping away. “I’m good at sneaking up on people, too, because I’m so quiet.”

Bucky laughed softly, causing your eyes to snap to him. “I’ve seen you. You like scaring them.”

You smiled back and returned your eyes to the phone. “You know, you really should put a lock on this.”

“What? What are you-?” his eyes widened and he began patting his pockets. “How did you get that?”

“Thief.” you pointed at yourself. He reached for his phone, but you pulled your arm away and stood on the counter. “I love these pictures you took. Especially this fuzzy one of your ear.” you giggled.

“That damn thing takes those itself!” He reached for it again, but you hopped over him off the counter and ran to the other side of the island.

You stopped suddenly. “You… have a picture of me.”

A red tint began to creep up his face. “Uh, yeah.”

“When was this?” you tilted your head in a way Bucky found endearing, trying to remember. It was a picture of you asleep on the same couch he was on earlier. You were in your pajamas and were cuddling your favorite stuffed animal.

“Two months ago. You’d just gotten back from that mission in Argentina.” you started fiddling with his phone again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken that. You can delete it if you want.”

You tittered. “I’m not deleting it. I’m setting it as the contact photo.”

“The what?”

“When I call you, that’s the picture that’ll come up.” you took your own phone out and dialed his number. “See?” you showed him his ringing phone.

He didn’t bother hiding his surprise, “You’re not mad?” He watched you walk back to the counter in front of him and hop back on.

You shook your head, smiling. “No. Are you mad about…” you pointed at his hands.

“No. At least it’ll come off. Steve told me about what you did to his hair.” every second, he felt his confidence grow.

You snorted and began to laugh loudly, causing Bucky to smile himself. “He deserved that! He’d been particularly horrible during training that day.” you defended, handing him back his phone.

“He didn’t mention that.”

“Pfft, of course not. He’s not such a boy scout, you know.” you leaned closer and fake whispered.

“Really?” he raised a brow, leaning in as well.

“Yup. A couple of weeks ago, I caught him red handed, here in this very kitchen, drinking milk right out of the jug.”

Bucky gasped, “No!”

“Mm-hm.” you nodded gravely. “I was like, ‘I don’t even know who you are anymore.’”

“And to think he walks around here like he’s got a halo over his head.” he teased.

“You have to swear that this stays between us. These are hard times, Sarge. People are losing hope, team morale is at an all time low... the world can’t take another blow like this.”

“I swear.” He assured you.

“Not enough. You gotta pinky- no, DOUBLE pinky promise.”

He laughed nervously. “Uh, yeah. How about we do that over a milkshake? I hear that makes it even more binding.” he blushed, trying to gauge your reaction.

Your eyes widened with excitement. “I’ve heard that, too! Are you sure?” Your tone suddenly turned serious again. “You know what happens if either of us breaks it, don’t you?”

“Enlighten me.” he grinned.

“Well, we pour all of our hearts into this promise. We break the promise, we break our hearts. We will literally die of a broken heart. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Bucky took your hand and helped you off the counter. “I’m sure.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

You and Bucky ended up staying out all day. When you returned, he walked you to your room.

“Thanks for today, Y/N. I mean, not the bows and nail stuff, but, you know…”

“It’s the most fun I’ve had in a while. We should do it again.”

“I’d like that.”

“Well, you have my number, and you know where I live.” you nodded toward your door. “Come hang out sometime.”

“I think I will.” he smiled. “Well, I should let you get some rest. Good night.”

“Night.” you stood in the hallway, watching him leave. Before you knew what you were doing, you called out to him. “Hey, Sarge?”

He turned back. “Yeah?”

“About the promise…”

“What about it?” he smiled.

“We forgot the most important part.” a lump was beginning to form in your throat.

“What’s that?”

It was now or never. “We didn’t seal it with a kiss.” your face instantly grew hot.

Bucky swallowed hard, but a grin quickly overtook his face. He closed the distance between you and took your face in his hands. He brushed your lips softly with his, giving you time to back out. You stood on your toes and met his lips completely, kissing him deeply. He smiled again when you pulled away, panting.

“Wow…” he sighed dreamily. “I never thought today would turn out this way.”

“Neither did I. Clint was so sure you’d be pissed when you woke up.”

Bucky laughed, pulling you into a hug. “I could never be mad at you, Doll.”

It was your turn to laugh. “I dunno,” you teased. “I can be pretty irritating, if not downright infuriating sometimes.”

“Well, if it’ll make you feel better, we can make another Super Double Pinky Promise tomorrow. But, you gotta show me pictures of Steve with his colorful hair.” he smirked.

“Deal!” You smiled widely and pulled him into another kiss, to which he happily complied.

Tags: @marvellove777 @learisa @cassandras-musings @huntermichelle

[cordessanglantesofficial]

          Two days…                     Two full days since Jack Frost died…

          Yet the nightmares continue and the hospital continues to remain at near max capacity. You were not sure just how much longer you could keep going like this. You have found no relief within your consciousness, the monsters and demons of your past and mind haunting you both in the waking and dream world. The only time you could tell which world you were in was upon first waking. Body aching, wounds bleeding, bruises forming. A part of you was surprised at how long it has been since the motive was revealed and only one person was dead.

                    ( I knew she didn’t tell us everything that day. )

          A yawn slipped out of your mouth as you debated on trying to get some sleep. Ever since the announcement of Jack Frost succumbing to the nightmares, you had all the more reason not to. Even with the dangers of never waking up, you were painfully aware that you still needed sleep. You could see that your fellow prisoners were showing signs of significant sleep deprivation. It put you on edge.

          Soon your phone started to ring and a groan escaped your lips, your eyes catching a glimpse of how early in the morning it was. You debated on throwing the phone and ignoring the message —��then you remembered Chat Blanc’s threat. Next person to break a rule would die. While you wanted to say he wasn’t serious, you remembered in graphic detail his cataclysm destroying part of Seth’s body. Seeing no other option other than to see what they wanted, you resigned yourself to opening your phone.

          On the screen, there was nothing yet. An image flickered on a moment later: it was Marionette, yet she looked different than how you usually saw her. The Warden’s hair was down and the upper part of her costume appeared to be a simple tank top compared to what it was before. Well then. It seemed that even your captors needed sleep too.

          “Map. 15 minutes. Make sure you have pants on.” 

          The message was quick and simple and the Warden disappeared from the screen just as quickly as she appeared. You stood there for a good minute trying to process what was being asked. Eventually, you realized that it was a summon and you pulled your map up. Just like last time there was a location marked; a knot formed in the pit of your stomach as you left the safety of your room.

Current Time: 0430

          You found yourself in the plaza near the general store; unlike previous times, Marionette appeared a few minutes early. You glanced around for Chat Blanc, half expecting him to try and scare you — yet the white-clad cat showed no signs of appear. During this time of interlude, you were able to properly see the immediate changes to Marionette’s costume. What you did not see during the video message was her dark purple sleeping shorts and her yo-yo, still attached to her hip. There was a little bit of white sticking out from her back. Those standing to the side of the Warden would see it was a plush Chat Blanc doll attached to the yo-yo string. It was cute.

          Regardless of her current attire, a simple glance down revealed why you were here. If the person lying on the ground was simply sleeping, then Hime should have called you. Given that it was Marionette who called… 

                   ( Oh god, not again. )

          “I’m keeping this short. Dead body — this time it was murder. You have 24 hours to figure out who did it and for the love of God, don’t call if you have stupid questions. Fresh meat, ask someone who’s been here longer the details. Your Cat’s Notes are updated. You’re dismissed.”

          The way Marionette talked did not mirror how she was the day the motive was revealed. There was an air of exhaustion around her; maybe not to the level you were feeling, but still there. You noticed that she made no reference to her partner. She appeared to be done with you even though he never showed up. Ever since you met the duo, you’ve never physically seen them apart unless it was peaceful. Having Chat Blanc missing from Marionette’s side was a mystery within itself…

                    ( What is going on with those two? )

Hinako Aino (signorina8)

Minato Arisato (fxtedefyingfool)

Geoff Ramsey (mxkersmxrk)

Mylène Haprele (petitdouxcoeur)

Time of death was at 3:15 A.M.

The body was discovered at 4:00 A.M.

Cause of death is asphyxiation.

About the body:

Nothing appears to be out of place; at first glance it looks like she is just sleeping.

She is lying flat on her back and it appears she was not moved.

Her eyes are shut.

Her clothes have no visible signs of damage.

About the location:

No loud noises were heard prior to her death.

There appears to be no attempt to hide the body.

Google docs!

You are free to ask Marionette or Chat Blanc any questions you may have. That does not mean they will answer you. (Really depends on their moods.)

The two wardens are not the only people you can ask questions to; there are various NPCs that you can ask questions to as well.

Marionette nor Chat Blanc will confirm or deny your alibis unless they are directly linked to them/involve their presence in some way.

ALL INQUIRIES SHOULD BE SENT TO THIS BLOG.

The investigation period is purely an evidence collection period. There are no special requirements / asks / whatever you have to send into us. You are left on your own to look over the evidence provided and put together what you believe is a motive, a murder scene, and a culprit.

The mod team will not help you here unless within reason ( read: confirming found evidence, witness accounts, etc. )

DO NOT inject your own evidence into the scene without asking a mod. If you have guesses to where items (such as weapons, clothes, etc) may be, you can ask one of the mods. Unless you get it right, we will not tell you or give you permission to find these items.

Once the investigation period is over (it may be anywhere from a few days to a week), you will collect all evidence and present it at the trial and duke it out with your fellow group members to either prove someone’s innocence or their guilt.

If a mod adds any evidence or if anything else comes to mind, we will post it to the tag. Same for if another muse discovers evidence. Do not rush us for responses to inquiries about evidence / etc. We will reply as quickly as we can!

PLEASE NOTE THE ONLY PERSONAL ACCOUNT OF EVENTS (SOMEONE SAYING THEY SAW SOMETHING / DID SOMETHING) THAT CAN 100% BE BELIEVED IS MARIONETTE OR CHAT BLANC’S. ALL OTHER CHARACTERS MAY OR MAY NOT BE LYING. YOUR WARDENS ARE THE ONLY ONES YOU CAN TRUST TO NEVER, EVER TELL A LIE.

[stephicness]

OC Interview -- Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me, @dragongem777! c: This is exciting doing something for an OC of mine! (Can’t do my Inquisitor since I’ve yet to get a proper picture of them. Much less played Dragon Age in a long time. I need to fix this and finish my ultimately Inquisition playthrough! lskjejrs) Let’s see here though. I think I have another character for fun!

RULES

1. PICK ONE OF YOUR CHARACTERS

2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS/STATEMENTS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE THE MUSE.

3. TAG PEOPLE TO DO THIS MEME. @too-many-goddamn-fandoms, @corypheusgreatlyapproves, @saltybuttcrackers, @gladihoes -- DO THE THING!

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1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? “General Salazaar Octavian. A pleasure.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? “Hm...” His rose colored eyes narrows in response before he leaned back in his seat, tapping his fingers against the table as he tilted his head. “You’re clever, aren’t you? Alright. It’s Salazaar Octavian Mitchells. The last name I dropped.”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT? “My parents named me after a great warrior from a story they read, a hero of his time. Ironic now, if they could see me where I am now.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? A cheeky smirk spread over his lips before he placed a finger over them. “What happens between me and my lovely Lucii is a secret.”

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS? “You could say so, I suppose. I have some perks and tricks. What they are though, that’s for you to find out sometime.” He winks in response before he leans back in his seat.

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE. “Me? A Mary Sue? Hard to be like that when I’m not a woman. I’m not Dollface, you know.”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR? “Pink. At least, my contacts are. They’re actually orange, amber, whatever you want to call it.”

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR? “Blue. I dyed a little part of it white though, so I can always think of my favorite doll whenever I look at the monster in the mirror.”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? "Ah, I have the darlingest little sister -- Lira Josephine. Her eyes are so bright and her smile so warm. Always makes the silliest jokes. The strongest fighter I’ve seen. Except for me, of course.” He tilts his head, leaning forward on his elbows as he rests his head on top of his knuckles. “She... Was the only one that got away from the attack on the city. She was the only one who was able to stay alive and fight. And she was the only one able to hurt me, physically at least. Even if she did, that’s alright. She’s the only one I have.” His smile only grows as his eyes turn sinister. “And I plan on making sure that I’m the only one she has too.”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS? "I’m not really an animal kind of guy. But I have the best pet a guy could ask for. My favorite Lucii.” He grins to himself as he leans back and props his feet up onto the table. “I got him the sexiest collar the other day, and I can’t wait to see him in it~”

11. NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. “I don’t like alot of things -- annoying targets, overly-talkative brats, people who think they’re better than me -- but I don’t let anyone like that stop me.” He tilts his head and grins. “If anyone of them bothers me that much, I don’t mind eliminating the problem from my life.”

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING? "Do people count as things I like doing?” He chuckles to himself, running his hand through his hair to push his bangs from his face. He muses to himself silently as he thinks to himself. “I used to be a painter, actually. I still enjoy doing it from time to time, but I’m still too busy to do it. I have to cope by painting with other things while on the job. You can probably figure that out for yourself.”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? "You aren’t human if you don’t know how to hurt someone.”

14. EVER…KILLED ANYONE BEFORE? He smiles as his eyes narrow at you. “What do you think~?”

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? “I’m not an animal person. Ask Patches. She can probably give you a better answer than me.”

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. "If my handsome looks, my killer personality, and my ‘skills’ are bad, then I have the worst habits in the world!” He laughs and sits upright again, leaning his arms against the table while he points off with his little finger. “You should talk to Patches about this one too, because I think I’m flawless~”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL? "Well, you know when to ask the right questions.” He tilts his head as he points again with his finger. “I’m not one to really ‘look up’ to people, since I’m taller than them, but I do like Patches alot. She’s broken too, but she’s good to have around. A looker too. If she was more of my type, I’d be down to screw around.”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? "Can’t really say I’m either of those. If it’s something I want to screw around with, then I’ll screw around with it. That simple.”

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? "I’m a home school kid. Wasn’t lucky enough to go to public school like Lira. Kind of a drag too. Heard the parties were great.”

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY? "Little tiny heathens, running around the world and doing my bidding?” He tries to stifle his laughter before he ends up laughing aloud. The laughter continues for a good few minutes before he holds onto his side, leaning against the table as he shakes his head. “You really think I would have kids? A husband or wife? You’re joking, right?” He shakes his head, closing his eyes as he leans back in his seat. “That’s priceless. Cute that you’d ask me that, but priceless that you think that I’d want kids.” He lets out a sigh, opening his eyes against with almost a saddened expression over his face. “They’d just become monsters, just like their father was.”

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS? "Hm... I’m said to have one. Who was it exactly...? An... @too-many-goddamn-fandoms, or so I’m told. If I have any more, I’d be glad to meet them, one-on-one.” He flashes a wink before he leans back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest.

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? "I don’t fear anything.” Eyes narrow in response as the look in his eyes flash with a lethal coldness. “They should fear me.”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? "I’m supposed to wear my uniform, but I’d rather be wearing something more... Sexy. That, and I like my different colored pants. It’s so boring if I have to wear white and black all the time. Gotta spice it up with some blue, red, maybe green sometimes too. Depends on the day.”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? A cold expression spread over his face as he turns away. His face twists as he grunts in response. “No. My love for the world decayed years ago.”

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF? "You really think that I’m the one doing that? If anything, I’m the one making people wet themselves.”

26. WELL, IT’S NOT OVER YET! "Alright. Do your worst.”

27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS) "Once high-classes, probably still am. But I’m alright with rolling around with the dogs.”

28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? “I can count them on one hand. With one finger too.” He holds up his hand, turning his wrist as he holds up a middle finger to you. “That answer your question, lovely?”

29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? "I’m more of a cake person.”

30. FAVORITE DRINK? “Not gonna lie, I’m addicted to apple juice. Something about drinking a glass just makes my day.”

31. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? “Anywhere’s fun with the right amount of chaos. You just have to be creative enough to cause some.”

32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE… “You assume that I’ve got time to romance someone. But I will say, the Lucii boy has a special place in my cold black heart. A little place in my heart and in my bed.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY? “You know, I never actually measured it. I haven’t left anyone unsatisfied yet though, so I think it’s big enough. You should see for yourself sometime.”

34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? He crinkles his nose in response to the question, leaning back in his place while eyebrows furrow. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not a fan of the water. I’d much rather stay on land.”

35. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE? He strokes his chin in thought, tilting his head as a hum comes from him. He remains quiet for a moment before he smiles and looks up. “I like them confident. Sexy. With nice legs. And with arrogance. They’re more fun to break apart and make your own, let them beg for you and only you. See them fall for you and fall apart...” He groans as he leans his head back. “Fuck, just thinking about it gets me horny.”

36. ANY FETISHES? “The question that Patches and the others should be asking: What fetish don’t I have? I’m an open-minded guy.”

37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? “You’re really asking me the things to turn me on now, huh? Damn. Okay, okay. I can get behind the sexy question time now.” He sits upright, staring you straight in the eye with a smirk. “I can take it whatever way you want, however you want it. If you’re worth it, at least. I don’t mind having an adventure with you.”

38. CAMPING OR INDOORS? “Indoors. I’d rather be laying in bed than on a pile of dirt.”

39. ARE YOU WANTING THIS QUIZ TO END? “Aw... Just when we were having fun with the sexy questions before. Alright though, we can end this. Anytime you want to have some sexy questions for me though, don’t hesitate to ask, lovely.”

[sewn-cutie]

The Super Long Character Survey

RULES: repost, don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good  luck !

TAGGED: @themisfitmouse

TAGGING: If you see this consider yourself tagged.

BASICS

FULL NAME: Clementine the Rag Doll?

NICKNAMES: Clem, Clemmy

AGE: She mostly has the mindset of a 5 year old, but since she has no real age, her maturity level can go up when the situation needs it. Even then, she still views things as a small child would. Physically, Clementine has been around for quite a while. 

BIRTHDAY: She was created on August 25th.

ETHNIC GROUP: Uh…doll?

NATIONALITY:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

LANGUAGE: Mostly English, but she does understand a little bit of Latin…

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bruh she’s a little kid.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Again, little kid who’s not really thinking about that right now.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: All aloney on her owny

CLASS: Probably lower class-ish

HOMETOWN: Basically a small forest in the middle of nowhere

CURRENT HOME: A small doll house

PROFESSION: Professional happiness provider and muffin baker!

PHYSICAL

HAIR: Brown, wavy yarn that falls past her shoulders

EYES: Light blue…but if we’re speaking naturally, they’re black.

NOSE: Small and cute

FACE: Very round and oval shape

LIPS: Naturally, she’s not suppose to have a mouth in the first place…

COMPLEXION: She’s a somewhat beige color

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: If you look closely, you can see that she’s been stitched up a few times due to wear and tear.

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 2ft

WEIGHT: About 1 pound? Maybe less? She’s very light since she’s just a rag doll.

BUILD: Clem has the build of a typical rag doll, being with a large head, skinny arms, tear drop body, and medium size feet. 

FEATURES: Clem looks soft and extremely huggable, has large blue eyes, and is often associated with pastel colors.

ALLERGIES: None that I can think of.

USUAL HAIR STYLE: She’s almost always seen with two pigtails held together by small bows. She lets it down when she goes to bed, and sometimes holds it back with a large bow for a more formal look. She would braid it if she knew how to without getting her strands tangled. 

USUAL FACE LOOK: It’s very rare to see Clem without a smile, and her eyes are usually lit up with curiosity and wonder. She has a very friendly look overall.

USUAL CLOTHING: Clementine has many outfits to wear, but her default look is a light blue dress with short, puffy sleeves. She wears a white apron on top with ruffles on the shoulders and bottom, two red buttons on the chest, and two pockets on the skirt. Everything is tied together with a white bow in the back. She usually wears red and white stockings along with brown boots.

PSYCHOLOGY

FEARS: The dark, fire, loud noises, leaving her body

ASPIRATIONS: Clementine feels it’s her duty to make others happy. While this was just a small perk that she liked to do before, it has slowly turned into an obsession. She would drop everything, try her hardest, even put herself at risk just to make someone feel better. Even if that person is a complete stranger. She feels that someone has to stay happy and look on the bright side, and if that responsibility has to be put on her, she’ll accept it without a moment of doubt.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Caring, positive, empathetic, compassionate, determined

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, clingy, gullible, vague, secretive

MBTI:  CAMPAIGNER (ENFP-T)

ZODIAC: Virgo

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine

SOUL TYPE: Spiritualist

ANIMALS: Prairie Dog

VICE HABIT: She can’t be still for long.

FAITH: While she doesn’t strictly practice it, she was taught at an early stage that she has to worship a certain being...

GHOST: She defiantly believes in ghost

AFTERLIFE: For Clementine, the afterlife is...not a pretty place...

REINCARNATION: She’s not entirely sure about this one...

ALIENS: She believes there’s a princess who lives on the moon if that counts?

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Clem always takes that in a fairy-tale route. She thinks there should be a king and/or queen, princes and princesses, and all their loyal subjects.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION : She believes everyone deserves to be treated equally, no matter what.

EDUCATION LEVEL: She was never taught how to properly read and write. These skills weren’t considered important to her previous owner.

FAMILY

FATHER: She never had one. 

MOTHER: While her owner was caring and tried to provide a decent life, Clementine considered her more as a special friend than a mother-figure. That doesn’t mean she hasn’t slipped up a few times and called her “mommy”.

SIBLINGS: Clementine’s previous owner used magic. Anyone else that used the same type of magic were considered ‘sisters’. I don’t know if that counts. 

EXTENDED FAMILY: Again, the ‘sisters’.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

NAME MEANING: Compassionate, gentle, merciful

HISTORICAL CONNECTION: 

Oh great spirits across the land,

All my sisters hear my pleads,

I wish to make this doll alive,

For her to talk and bring me peace.

I hope to see her walk someday,

and take my sorrows far away. 

FAVORITES

BOOK: Fairy tales, nursery rhythms, and any pop up books

MOVIE: Fantasy, adventure, musicals

5 SONGS:

-Puppet (Nomadic Bard Mix)

-Tomorrow (Annie 1999)

-In A World of My Own (Alice in Wonderland)

-The Teddy Bear’s Picnic

-So Long

DEITY: Mother of the Damned

HOLIDAY: Christmas, Valentine’s, Easter

MONTH: April showers bring May flowers

SEASON: Spring

PLACE: Anywhere that has sweets

WEATHER: Sunny and breezy

SOUND: Music box, noise makers, cats purring, toys squeaking, laugther

SCENT: Baked sweets, flowers

TASTE: Strawberry, chocolate, cinnamon and honey

FEEL: Plush toys, soft blankets, cat fur

ANIMALS: Cats, rabbits, butterflies

NUMBER: 100 of anything is good

COLOR: Pastel shades

EXTRA

TALENTS: Baking muffins

BAD AT: Cooking anything else

HOBBIES: Coloring, making crafts

TROPES: That cute kid who goes out of her way to make everyone happy. I didn’t really know what to put in for this :B

AESTHETIC TAGS: Glitter, princess, fairy tales, plushies, sweets, crayons, buttons, ribbons, cats, tea parties, flowers, pastel

GPOY QUOTES: “The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.”

FC INFO

MAIN FC: I don’t really do FC. Clementine being a doll is very important to her character, so I see no point. 

ALT FC:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

OLDER FC: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

YOUNGER FC: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

GENDERBENT FC: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

VOICE CLAIM: When I was making new Clementine, I watched a lot of clips of the character Micheal from “Full House” for size reference. Now whenever Clemmy speaks, I can only hear her voice. :B

MUN QUESTIONS

Q1 : If  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?

A1: I don’t know about the title, but it would defiantly be in a fantasy setting. I could almost imagine a sort of Alice in Wonderland theme going on. It would be an adventure that’s for sure!

Q2 : What  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?    

A2: Whimsical, lighthearted, but also with a sense of mystery and possible danger.

Q3 : Why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?    

A3: If we count the years, I technically started writing Clementine in 2012. I brought her to tumblr in 2013.

Q4 : What  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?    

A4: Clementine was meant to make me feel better while I was dealing with a mental disorder. I wanted a mindset separate from mine that tells me everything will be ok, and that I shouldn’t give up. I gave this mindset a name, gave her a face, and made her a child. Children are often described as innocent and care free, traits that I lost at a very early age because of my problem. 

Q5 : Describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.

A5:  I guess sometimes I get frustrated with Clementine’s kindness. Being kind is a good thing, but she does it in a way where she’ll put others needs before her own, and possibly get hurt in the process. Maybe I just have a more bitter outlook on life, but I believe there are some people just not worth cheering up, and you ultimately have to look out for yourself instead of being on everyone’s case.

Q6 : What  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?    

A6:  We both try to have a positive outlook on life. I guess Clem’s just better at keeping it that way.

Q7 : How  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?  

A7: If Clementine canonically knew me, I guess she would see me as someone who needs to be reminded to look on the bright side.

Q8 : What  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?        

A8:  Since this Clementine is basically a reset, I can’t say much about her relationships. She’s still meeting new people at this point. However, I do know a few characters that had a strong bond with her in the old version, and we have plans to bring that back. So far, I say @sirgyrodegearloose​ and @collectorcopernicus​ we’re the two that Old!Clemmy felt closet to. They were basically family to her, and I guess it doesn’t help that these two muns were one of the first people I interacted with on Tumblr.

Q9 : What  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?    

A9: The most random things can get me into a Clementine-ish mood. From seeing something cute on my dash, to witnessing an event I saw that day and thinking “what would Clementine do?”

Q10 : How  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?    

A10: Too long.

[museinspo]

*.:｡♦ ⋅ ⋆ — MUSING TAGS - LYRIC EDITION

i recently hit a huge milestone & reached the 2nd birthday for this blog, so i wanted to do something cute to give back & say thank you !!! with that being said, under the cut you’ll find 668 lyrics that can be used for character musing tags ! they’ve been categorised into different labels ( eg. the baby doll, the lothario, the vixen, the cataclysmic, etc ) so some lyrics may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were just listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain label in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was used in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your character. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. a general trigger warning is to be placed for these as they do reference some sensitive topics ( drugs, alcohol, sex, etc ), as the tags on my blog do. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! also, please let me know if you’d like to see a part two of this ! you can find the quote version of this right here for more suggestions !!

general ( 36 )

things change ; people change ; feelings change too.

never thought the circumstances would have changed you.

so all that i'm asking is that you handle me with caution.  

we will carve our place into time and space.

this ain't my scene ; this wasn't my dream.  

seeing the pain inside in this house of fear.

no lies in my eyes ; nothing but truth will leave my mouth.

i'm tryna fucking scream but the words won't come out. 

i’m the girl you’d die for.

you’ll find me in the lonely hearts. 

but i’m still looking pretty in a dress.

i wish i’d been a prom queen fighting for the title.

i want my virginity back so i can feel infinity.

i’ve put money where my mouth is.

i can hear freedom calling.

just another girl in the 21st century.

they all say she’s got low self esteem.

blue maybelline mascara is running down my favourite shirt.

drinking champagne made of an angel’s tears and pain.

i feel like i’m the worst so i always act like i’m the best. 

the stars that burn the brightest fall so fast and pass you by. 

falling down like dominos ; hit by family jewels. 

she’s too smart to crave material things.

and you’re caught up in your permanent emotions.

palms reflecting in your eyes like an endless summer.

i’m just a soul whose intentions are good.

we don’t have to be ordinary.

she would not show that she was afraid.

underneath the darkness there's a light that's trying so hard to be seen.

get in your dress and put on your doll faces.

you look like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel.

i’m tired of being tongue tied.

my mind is a warrior, my heart is a foreigner.

got two left feet and a bottle of red wine.

i know i fear fear too much.

i’m teaching myself how to be free.

the addictive ( 37 )

you're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope.

you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece.

everything was blue ; his pills, his hands, his jeans.

everything was grey ; his hair, his smoke, his dreams.  

well acquainted with villains that live in my bed.

last night I got high as your expectations.

mama called me destructive ; said it'd ruin me one day.

when I'm fucked up, that's the real me.

maybe i've been always destined to end up in this place.

i'm a prisoner to my addiction.

i'm addicted to a life that's so empty and so cold.

rags to riches but i'm addicted to being broken.

cause you know that i can't trust myself with my 3AM shadow.

haunts me tonight ; the ghosts are alive.

i'm faded once again ; i don’t know where i am.

i'll be here somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana.

i don't drink to get drunk.

bright lights but she's fading.

i'm buzzing and i feel laced ; i'm coming from a different phase.  

a lack of sanity, losing touch with reality.

smoking too much, it's starting to fog up my clarity.

i found my life in between shots and getting high.

smoke and mirrors keeps us waiting on a miracle.

i send my best regards from hell.

in the night your heart is full and by the morning empty.

all i wanna do is get drunk and silent.

drinking champagne to forget yesterday.

all i want to do is get high by the beach.

she’s inducing sleep to avoid the pain.

i’ve got sinning on my mind, drinking on red wine.

you say you’re numb inside.

i wanna be drunk when i wake up.

what didn’t kill me never made me stronger.

i switch up my cup i kill any pain.

you’ve been drinking like the world was gonna end.

life can get you down so i numb the way it feels.

another drink just to pass the time.

the aesthete (3)

i lay back in a glittering mist.

i know you love it when the hairpins start to fall.

i get excited when i discover something rare. 

the allegiant (3)

i'm a puppet on your string. 

the queen of peace always does her best to please.

i’m teaching myself how to be free.

the anthomaniac (2)

i’m covered by nature and i’m safe now.

i want to feel that sea breeze.

artisan (29)

self-made success now she rolls with Rockefellers. 

you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece.

i feel inspired, at quarter to three AM.

now we're coming for the throne ; we did it all alone.

running on the music and night highs.  

trying to embrace the picture i paint and colour me free.  

i'm too busy on the road i'm too busy bookin' show.

i'm a show you more than i ever could say.

we brought our drum and this is how we dance.

we will carve our place into time and space.

can't tune my chords into your songs.

she always dances when it's raining.

melodies and memories ; stories that sound absurd.

back with a vengeance, back with a song.

my empire keeps growing cause i am so demand.

you could hear the song inside of me.

i’m that song you wouldn't sing ; just a broken melody.

spent years singing to forget. 

paint a picture for me where the sky is blue.

i’ll stick to hell-no’s and headphones.

singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise.

let me photograph you in this light.

i love it when you dance like there’s nobody there.

i feel inspired at quarter to the three am.

i’m sitting on a night bus flicking through my ipod.

she prays to be sculpted by the sculptor. 

the voice inside me plays a different song.

she’s humming in the restless summer air.

you’ll find a rooftop to sing from or a hallway to dance. 

the astrophile (13)

i'm on mission to the stars ; i'm the love child living life on Mars.

i bought a star in the night sky tonight.

you’re buying stars to shut out the light.

i feel celestial. 

and i light up the sky. 

stars in her eyes.

my only friend was the man in the moon.

like the stars missing the sun in the morning sky.

you taught me the courage of stars.

but there’s room for two six feet under the stars.

hey good girl with your head in the clouds.

i don’t know what’s in the stars.

take me to the moon where i can sleep till noon.

the baby doll (11)

what kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately? 

she wants somebody to love ; to hold her.

candy bear ; sweetie pie ; wanna be adored.

i’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

primadonna girl ; all i ever wanted was the world.

i wanna be a silk flower like i’m never gonna die.

get in your dress and put on your doll faces.

sickeningly sweet like honey.

why did you steal me cotton candy heart?

i know you love it when the hairpins start to fall.

sweet like honeysuckle late at night.

the bellwether (11)

i'm a marquise diamond ; could even make that tiffany jealous.

but i’m still looking pretty in a dress.

six inch heels ; she walked in the club like nobody’s business.

get in your dress and put on your doll faces.

high heel shoes with the open toes. 

all red dress with the devil eyes.

she always seems to be alone but the diamonds make it better.

squeezing in and out of these dresses.

covergirls don’t cry after their face is made.

i know you love it when the hairpins start to fall.

i wear the robe like no one could.

the benevolent (5)

there is no crime in being kind.

sweet like honeysuckle late at night. 

the queen of peace always does her best to please.

you’re sweet as maple.

she’s the apple in everybody’s eye.

the cataclysmic (26)

i see a flame ; i wanna get burned.

my demons are begging me to open up my mouth.

selfish, taking what i want and call it mine.

viral mess turned dreams into an empire. 

i'm the violence in the pouring rain ; i'm a hurricane.

you've got a fire inside but your heart's so cold.

i'm meaner than my demons ; i'm bigger than these bones.

goddamn right, you should be scared of me.  

well acquainted with villains that live in my bed.

mama called me destructive ; said it'd ruin me one day.

I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killing.

i'm addicted to a life that's so empty and so cold.

i'd rather be spitting blood than have this silence fuck me up.  

rags to riches but i'm addicted to being broken.

cause you know that i can't trust myself with my 3AM shadow.

i'm afraid of nothing, i'm afraid of no one.

haunts me tonight ; the ghosts are alive.

your lies are bullets your mouth's a gun.  

and if you get in my face then you'll get a taste ; even God would run.

i send my best regards from hell.

sometimes silence is violent.

i’m meaner than my demons.

i’ve got sinning on my mind, drinking on red wine.

it’s the devil that’s trying to hold me down.

i’m here again between the devil and danger.

i’m a monster in disguise

celebrity ( 40 )

tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised. 

with your face all made up, living on a screen.

plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far.

my life is a movie and everyone's watching.

in my city i'm a young God.

infatuated by the fame status.

i'm addicted to a life that's so empty and so cold.

I think I've been in Hollywood for too long.

i get so wrapped up in a world where nothing's as it seems.

when i've got that cigarette smoke and saint laurent coat.  

i'm too busy on the road i'm too busy bookin' show.

my life is a movie and everyone's watching.

act like you know me but you never will.

and every time we get up, always end up on the news.

my mother said don't forget where you come from.

we will carve our place into time and space.

bright lights but she's fading.

you're caught between a dream and a movie scene.  

i'm just wishing it's ambition that got you your position.  

a lack of sanity, losing touch with reality.

i think you’re going to be my biggest fan.

primadonna girl ; all i ever wanted was the world.

hollywood infected my brain. 

don’t do love ; don’t do friends ; i’m only after success.

shake me from la hallucinations.

but the teeth come out when the camera flashes. 

paparazzi ; catch my fly and my cocky fresh.

but Hollywood legends will never grow old.

but do you feel like a young god?

we could be immortal.

dollar bill is her only sign.

platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine.

i got all these women too attracted to the fame.

she knows her pussy’s got a fanbase.

i’ve been looking sad in all the nicest places.

covergirls don’t cry after their face is made.

i’m home less than i’d like to be.

i won’t drink in all of this fame.

interviews want to know my thoughts and opinions.

she’ll network till her dreams come true.

the connard (2)

just because he has a heart doesn't mean he got heart. 

my heart is way too frozen to be broken.

the contingent (4)

i'm helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine.

she wants somebody to love ; to hold her.

cause baby don't wanna be lonely.

you’ll find me in the lonely hearts. 

the contrite (1)

the queen of peace always does her best to please.

the coquette (11)

don't belong to no city ; don't belong to no man.

now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged.

tell 'em this heart doesn't stay to one.

i'm tempted by kings with the finest of things.

i’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

primadonna girl ; all i ever wanted was the world.

you can count on me to misbehave.

you’ll find me in the lonely hearts. 

i break a million hearts just for fun.

she knows her pussy’s got a fanbase.

heaven in her mouth ; she’s got one hell of a tongue.

the crepehanger (8)

this is a modern fairytale ; no happy endings.

excuse me if i seem a little unimpressed with this ; an anti-social pessimist.

i live my life in bitterness and fill my heart with emptiness. 

blackjack ; classic vinyl ; tough girl is what i had to be.

i’ll stick to hell-no’s and headphones.

shining like gun metal ; cold and unsure.

underneath the darkness there's a light that's trying so hard to be seen.

my heart is way too frozen to be broken.

the crimson (4)

your lies are bullets your mouth's a gun.  

and no war in anger was ever won.  

i’m left seeing red on my own.

sometimes silence is violent.

the crestfallen (13)

everything was blue ; his pills, his hands, his jeans. 

in the night she's dancing to relieve the pain.

you can hold onto the sadness like a souvenir.

so all that i'm asking is that you handle me with caution.  

i'm sad about shit that never happened.

i’m that song you wouldn't sing ; just a broken melody.

all the sadness inside me melted away like i was free.

blue maybelline mascara is running down my favourite shirt.

paint a picture for me where the sky is blue.

i ran out of tears when i was 18.

i’ve been looking sad in all the nicest places.

covergirls don’t cry after their face is made.

there’s a silent peace in the tragedies. 

the despondent (30)

you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece. 

everything was blue ; his pills, his hands, his jeans.

the pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body.

everything was grey ; his hair, his smoke, his dreams.  

he's so devoid of color ; he don't know what it means.

you can't wake up, this is not a dream.

don't waste precious tears on me ; i'm not worth the misery.

in the night she's dancing to relieve the pain.

maybe i've been always destined to end up in this place.

i'm addicted to a life that's so empty and so cold.

i need time to replace what i gave away.

and my home has never felt this far.

now i'm left here in the dust with the taste of broken trust.  

this voice inside has been eating at me.  

haunts me tonight ; the ghosts are alive.

you can hold onto the sadness like a souvenir.

i'm sad about shit that never happened.

i’m that song you wouldn't sing ; just a broken melody. 

i send my best regards from hell.

born with a void ; hard to destroy with love or hope.

built with a heart ; broken from the start.

they all say she’s got low self esteem.

i’ll stick to hell-no’s and headphones.

underneath the darkness there's a light that's trying so hard to be seen.

she’s inducing sleep to avoid the pain.

sometimes silence is violent.

you say you’re numb inside.

my heart is way too frozen to be broken.

gone made within his suffering ; called out for relief.

there’s a silent peace in the tragedies. 

i’m tryna fucking scream but the words won’t come out.

the dirtbag (2)

sad eyes, bad guys ; mouth full of white lies.

you can count on me to misbehave.

the ecclesiastic (2)

heaven help me keep my faith and my eyes wide open.  

cause you’re my religion ; you’re how i’m living. 

the ecdysiast (5)

in the night she's dancing to relieve the pain. 

six inch heels ; she walked in the club like nobody’s business.

she murdered everybody and i was her witness.

turn down the lights and watch my private show. 

she knows her pussy’s got a fanbase.

the facade (15)

all we do is think about the feelings that we hide.

plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far.

you break when the fake facade leaves you in the dark.

in the night she's dancing to relieve the pain.

i get so wrapped up in a world where nothing's as it seems.

cause you know that i can't trust myself with my 3AM shadow.

said it so many times before but i can't front no more.

with an angel voice ; devil in disguise.

what they didn't know is that she could barely carry on.

and every time you ask i'll pretend i'm okay.

we are the greatest pretenders in the cold morning light.

she don’t get emotional ; she kill off all her feelings.

i’m faking glory.

i’m a monster in disguise

with an angel voice ; devil in disguise. 

the fallen angel (14)

i need time to replace what i gave away.

now i'm left here in the dust with the taste of broken trust.  

now i’m all alone and my joys turned to moping.

haunts me tonight ; the ghosts are alive.

so all that i'm asking is that you handle me with caution.  

i send my best regards from hell.

sick of these wounds that won’t heal.

your halo’s full of fire.

underneath the darkness there's a light that's trying so hard to be seen.

what didn’t kill me never made me stronger.

flames just create us but burns don’t heal like before.

my history has brought me to this place.

i’m teaching myself how to be free.

there’s a silent peace in the tragedies. 

the fervour (5)

you've got a fire inside but your heart's so cold.

i keep a close watch on this heart of mine.

so all that i'm asking is that you handle me with caution.  

we are the sparks that never fade.

i’ll take more love than i’m allowed.

the fighter (2)

i'd rather be spitting blood than have this silence fuck me up.   

now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.

the gregarious (4)

she always knows where the crowd's at. 

cause baby don't wanna be lonely.

that girl is a real crowd pleaser. 

she’s the apple in everybody’s eye.

the halcyon (9)

I'm scared of getting old and you are too.

we'll be the ones to bring all the madness.

So how 'bout tonight we go and run free.

we will carve our place into time and space.

got your hands in the air and you’re feeling alright.

we’ll never be as young as we are right now.

i live my days as if it were my last.

i live my days as if there is no past.

i’m teaching myself how to be free.

the icarian (4)

we'll be the ones to bring all the madness.

bad decisions make for the best memories.

i can't imagine a life without breathless moments.  

we will carve our place into time and space. 

the impecunious (1)

she’s too smart to crave material things.

the impious (4)

and if you get in my face then you'll get a taste ; even God would run. 

i wish i’d been sixteen and burning up a bible. 

i’ve got sinning on my mind, drinking on red wine.

all red dress with the devil eyes.

the insurgent (11)

don't belong to no city ; don't belong to no man. 

now we're coming for the throne ; we did it all alone.

I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killing.

in my city i'm a young God.

leave us alone 'cause we don't need your policies.

can't tune my chords into your songs.

you can count on me to misbehave.

i’m a riot through your borders ; call me bulletproof.

i’ve got sinning on my mind, drinking on red wine.

be a riot cause i know you.

we rattle this town ; we rattle this scene.

the intangible concept (1)

act like you know me but you never will.

the isolato (14)

These days I can't seem to get along with anyone ; get by with anyone. 

I find myself alone when each day is through.

I'm better off when I'm alone.

i would rather be at home all by myself.

i'll be here somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana.

excuse me if i seem a little unimpressed with this ; an anti-social pessimist.

i want the world to go away.

i was born to walk alone.

i’m obsessed with silence.

i’ll stick to hell-no’s and headphones.

being and feeling alone was too much to face.

and i never minded being on my own.

there’s nothing more i want except to be alone.

she always seems to be alone but the diamonds make it better.

the lothario (15)

young james dean, some say he looks just like his father.

sad eyes, bad guys ; mouth full of white lies.

you're a rolling stone boy ; never sleep alone boy.

i'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon.

if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.

tell 'em this boy wasn't meant for lovin'.

tell 'em this heart doesn't stay to one.

in my city i'm a young God.

just because he has a heart doesn't mean he got heart.

you’ll find me in the lonely hearts. 

i break a million hearts just for fun.

but do you feel like a young god?

i wanna be drunk when i wake up ; on the right side of the wrong bed.

woke up by a girl ; i don’t even know her name.

heaven in her mouth ; she’s got one hell of a tongue.

the magnate (16)

viral mess turned dreams into an empire. 

self-made success now she rolls with Rockefellers.

survival of the richest, the city's ours until the fall.

now we're coming for the throne ; we did it all alone.

money is the only thing I'm chasin'.

maybe i've been always destined to end up in this place.

i don't mean to come off selfish, but i want it all.

rags to riches but i'm addicted to being broken.

my mother said don't forget where you come from.

and we'll discuss our big dreams ; how we plan to take over the planet.

we will carve our place into time and space.

i'm just wishing it's ambition that got you your position.  

i’ve put money where my mouth is.

don’t do love ; don’t do friends ; i’m only after success.

me and the money are way too attached to go.

i’ve put my money where my mouth is.

the malingerer (3)

cause who's got any time for growin' up?

take me to the moon where i can sleep till noon.

sitting watching movies ; couch tomatoes. 

the miscreant (12)

mama called me destructive ; said it'd ruin me one day. 

I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killing.

we'll be outlaws ; we'll take on the world.  

they'll never understand the honor among these thieves.  

and if you get in my face then you'll get a taste ; even God would run.

i’m only happy when i’m on the run.

i can hear the sirens.

guilty on the run and i know what i’ve done. 

guilty on the run and i’m never forgiven. 

i’ve got sinning on my mind, drinking on red wine.

america’s most wanted, man, i’m still on the run.

she’s never been afraid of sirens ; head down but keeping driving.

the muse (1)

you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece.

the netizen (1)

maybe the internet raised us or maybe people are jerks.

the old soul (1)

everybody loves to tell me I was born an old soul.

theparacosmist / dreamer (24)

you can't wake up, this is not a dream. 

stuck in her daydream.

i don't mean to come off selfish, but i want it all. 

real life is stranger than my dreams.

i'd rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone.

your body is here, but your mind is somewhere else.

and we'll discuss our big dreams ; how we plan to take over the planet.

where the wild things are is a place that exists is our minds.

we will carve our place into time and space.

melodies and memories ; stories that sound absurd.

you're caught between a dream and a movie scene.  

a lack of sanity, losing touch with reality.

i'm sad about shit that never happened.

this dream burns inside of me, and I can't just let it go.

living life like i’m in a dream.

i live my life inside a dream only waking when i sleep.

i’ve been living in the state of dreaming ; living in a make believe land.

chasing a rabbit down a hole. 

dreaming your life away.

i dreamt about you every night this week.

my dreams are my wings.

stuck in her day dream.

teachers teach you not to be a dreamer. 

i’m caught up in the day with my night dreams.

the pastiche (22)

i need time to replace what i gave away.

now i'm left here in the dust with the taste of broken trust.  

as the smile fell from your face, i fell with it.

haunts me tonight ; the ghosts are alive.

never thought the circumstances would have changed you.

this ain't my scene ; this wasn't my dream.  

i send my best regards from hell.

born with a void ; hard to destroy with love or hope.

built with a heart ; broken from the start.

sick of these wounds that won’t heal.

and daddy made a soldier out of me. 

blackjack ; classic vinyl ; tough girl is what i had to be.

your halo’s full of fire.

i’m meaner than my demons.

i’m colder than this home.

it’s the devil that’s trying to hold me down.

what didn’t kill me never made me stronger.

flames just create us but burns don’t heal like before.

she don’t get emotional ; she kill off all her feelings.

my history has brought me to this place.

i’m teaching myself how to be free.

i’m a monster in disguise

the philophobe (5)

puttin’ my defenses up ‘cause I don’t wanna fall in love.

built with a heart ; broken from the start.

she would not show that she was afraid.

you look like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel.

you’ve been scared of love and what it did to you.

the phoenix (18)

don't you want to see a man up close? a phoenix in the fire.

i'm reborn in every moment so who knows what i'll become.  

i'll walk through the fire i'll begin again.

i still have proof in form of scars.

those healing wounds heal twice as hard.

rise from the rubble with your mind.

i won't cover my scars i'll let 'em bleed.  

all the sadness inside me melted away like i was free.

the lower i get the higher i’ll climb. 

i was so much younger yesterday.

through the fire we’re born again.

the sun will rise and we’ll try again.

flames just create us but burns don’t heal like before.

pais is only relevant if it still hurts.

you made my heartbreak and that made me who i am.

my history has brought me to this place.

i live my days as if there is no past.

all the sadness inside me melted away like i was free.

the prosperous (22)

survival of the richest, the city's ours until the fall. 

money is the only thing I'm chasin'.

i don't mean to come off selfish, but i want it all.

i'm addicted to a life that's so empty and so cold.

rags to riches but i'm addicted to being broken.

i'm tempted by kings with the finest of things. 

i'm a marquise diamond ; could even make that tiffany jealous.

my mother said don't forget where you come from.

i'm just wishing it's ambition that got you your position.  

wanted three things: watches, chains and gold rings.

my empire keeps growing cause i am so demand.

primadonna girl ; all i ever wanted was the world.

i’ve put money where my mouth is. 

cause fortune’s running out of my veins.

but money makes your whole world spin. 

i’m so reckless when i rock my givenchy dress.

dollar bill is her only sign.

she always seems to be alone but the diamonds make it better.

i’ve been looking sad in all the nicest places.

i know you love it when the hairpins start to fall.

me and the money are way too attached to go.

i’ve put my money where my mouth is.

the pyromaniac (3)

mama called me destructive ; said it'd ruin me one day. 

now i'm on a roof ; set it on fire.

flames just create us but burns don’t heal like before.

the recluse (2)

my silence won't be mistaken for peace. 

being and feeling alone was too much to face.

the reticent (13)

if you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised.

my demons are begging me to open up my mouth.

well acquainted with villains that live in my bed.

the pain's inside and nobody frees you from your body.

i'm a show you more than i ever could say.

act like you know me but you never will.

my silence won't be mistaken for peace.

i'm tryna fucking scream but the words won't come out.

keep all your secrets undercover. 

i’m obsessed with silence.

i can’t open up and cry cause i’ve been silent all my life.

i hear the secrets that you keep when you’re talking in your sleep.

it’s hard for me to communicate the thoughts that i hold.

i’m tryna fucking scream but the words won’t come out.

the reveller (10)

i'll be here somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana. 

you can count on me to misbehave.

a little party never hurt no one. 

we are the last people standing at the end of the night.

i’ve got sinning on my mind, drinking on red wine.

i’m still drunk off last nights whisky and coke.

i wanna be drunk when i wake up.

stilettos and broken bottles; i’m spinning around in circles. 

another drink just to pass the time.

all i wanna do is get drunk and silent.

the runaway / traveler (21)

and California never felt like home to me.

i'm a wanderess ; i'm a one night stand.

don't belong to no city ; don't belong to no man.

didn't know where I was running to but I won't look back.  

and when it happens i'll be miles away and a few months late.

took a flight at midnight and now my mind can't help but wander.   

runaway now and forevermore. 

maybe i've been always destined to end up in this place.

so how 'bout tonight we go and run free.

and my home has never felt this far.

i'm faded once again ; i don’t know where i am.

run like the devil's behind us ; run to where no one can find us.  

i’m only happy when i’m on the run.

i’m a nomad walking on humming to the same old song. 

guilty on the run and i know what i’ve done. 

guilty on the run and i’m never forgiven. 

it’s time to leave this old black and white town.

let’s seize the day, let’s run away.

london calls me a stranger ; a traveller.

i’m running but i can’t runaway.

she floats above the city lights.

the self destructive (6)

rags to riches but i'm addicted to being broken. 

i'd rather be spitting blood than have this silence fuck me up.   

cause you know that i can't trust myself with my 3AM shadow.

haunts me tonight ; the ghosts are alive. 

your lies are bullets your mouth's a gun.   

i won't cover my scars i'll let 'em bleed.   

the sovereign (26)

get up on your throne ; that’s where you belong. 

i'm headed straight for the castle ; they wanna make me their queen.

selfish, taking what i want and call it mine.

goddamn right, you should be scared of me.   

this time I'm gonna take the crown without falling down.

now we're coming for the throne ; we did it all alone.

in my city i'm a young God.

i don't mean to come off selfish, but i want it all.

ain't you ever seen a princess be a bad bitch?

she always knows where the crowd's at.

my empire keeps growing cause i am so demand.

primadonna girl ; all i ever wanted was the world.

the primadonna life ; the rise and fall.

deception and perfection are wonderful traits.

i wish i’d been a prom queen fighting for the title.

with an angel voice ; devil in disguise.

i wanna be immortal like a god in the sky.

the rise of a king and the fall of a queen.

don’t do love ; don’t do friends ; i’m only after success.

you’re not mean you’re just born to be seen.

but do you feel like a young god?

we could be immortal.

i’ve got sinning on my mind, drinking on red wine.

i’m sitting pretty on the throne.

i wanna be immortal like a god in the sky.

i wanna be a silk flower like i’m never gonna die.

the sycophant (4) 

dollar bill is her only sign.

she’s trying to live a life so fancy.

i’m faking glory.

she’ll network till her dreams come true.

the thespian (6)

you're caught between a dream and a movie scene.  

beauty queen on a silver screen ; living life like i’m in a dream.

living life like i’m in a play ; in the lime light i want to stay.

when the lights dimming down ; i spin around.

i’d rather walk alone than play a supporting role.

she’ll network till her dreams come true.

the urbanite (14)

and i miss my city ; it's been a minute.

in my city i'm a young God.

she was young and all she had was the city.  

i can feel our young blood race through cityscapes.

i knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me.

this city never sleeps.

and if the city never sleeps; that makes two.

with the sound of the city life echoed in my head.

i’m from a city where the rain won’t cease.

i can’t help but see how this dark city changed me.

catch me rolling through the city.

we live in cities you’ll never see on screen.

she floats above the city lights.

and every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips.

the utopian (4)

she wants somebody to love ; to hold her. 

she wants somebody to love in the right way.  

tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to.

somebody tell me what’s better than love.

the vainglorious (3)

i don't mean to come off selfish, but i want it all. 

she always knows where the crowd's at.

i know i’ve got a big ego ; i really don’t know why it’s such a big deal.

the vindictive (21)

you've got a fire inside but your heart's so cold. 

goddamn right, you should be scared of me.  

well acquainted with villains that live in my bed.

mama called me destructive ; said it'd ruin me one day.

now we're coming for the throne ; we did it all alone.

maybe i've been always destined to end up in this place.

cause you know that i can't trust myself with my 3AM shadow.

i'm afraid of nothing, i'm afraid of no one.

haunts me tonight ; the ghosts are alive.

never thought the circumstances would have changed you.

your lies are bullets your mouth's a gun.  

i won't cover my scars i'll let 'em bleed.  

seeing the pain inside in this house of fear.

back with a vengeance, back with a song.

everyone can start again ; not through love but through revenge. 

peace by vengeance brings the end.

your halo’s full of fire.

i’ve got sinning on my mind, drinking on red wine.

now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.

i’m a monster in disguise

passing judgement on the way she’s stuck her knife in so many backs.

the vixen (13)

now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged. 

i'm tempted by kings with the finest of things.

i'm afraid of nothing, i'm afraid of no one.

ain't you ever seen a princess be a bad bitch?

your lies are bullets your mouth's a gun.  

she puts her mouth round the cigarette.

you can count on me to misbehave.

with an angel voice ; devil in disguise.

six inch heels ; she walked in the club like nobody’s business.

she murdered everybody and i was her witness.

blackjack ; classic vinyl ; tough girl is what i had to be.

i’ve got sinning on my mind, drinking on red wine.

all red dress with the devil eyes.