#my hair is like almost white but pretty much a light silver rn and i like it

[seelestia]

HI LIAAA <3

I'm doing good actually! Thanks to you beating tf out of my sore throat- I've actually recovered pretty well by now! :D

Just some mild coughing left, but it's only really triggered when I laugh at something too hard lmao

My roomies are really evoking a lot of familiarity, we've all been friends and classmates for 5+ years so they give me a sense of family so maybe that's why it's less stressful :''D #foundfamily

ALSO! Thank you for answering! and don't worry about late answers/repliess, everyone's busy living their lives irl (i can wait dont worry)

Ngl the only thing i know about alhaitham is that he's got an intimidating face, he's buffer than itto (which is blasphemous), and that he looks like a silver+green version of zhongli lol

Speaking of cyno tho, all i can say is.....I really am a simp for the shorties

oh god chapter 3, oh noooo :''"D

I've actually written like 1.2k words on chapter 3 already but I haven't even gotten past the actual center of the chapter yet :'''D

Here's a snippet of the first few paragraphs just for you lmao:

"Video Game characters seem to be in the same vein as this. The only difference is that the player can actually visually see the characters supposed beauty. The genre has surely made fictional characters easier to visualize as they have already rendered and presented the character through a 3D or 2D model withing the game itself.

And as much as the 3D game models of Genshin Impact were a hit or miss on some of its most prolific characters and its npc’s, what the Reader was looking at right now was nothing if not the epitome of beauty.

Light golden streaks of hair flowing ever so slightly because of the wind. Equally golden eyes with such a warm tone to it that it almost resembles honey.

Slightly tan but looking effortlessly soft skin, light scars littering near his cheeks and forehead but all the more adding to the humbly divine aura surrounding him.

The Reader contemplated whether or not they were hallucinating because of the lack of food and hydration, but they swear they could see light sparkles those black and white mangas use for dramatic effect when introducing a new character.

Aether truly was the protagonist of this world."

That's like the first page of the word document fr, just 90% simping and 10% actual story

Summary of the chapter so far: The author (me) is a simp, as well as the Reader (even tho Reader's in a tough situation rn, they can't hold back the simping)

I'm stuck on how I'm gonna structure the conversation with Aether and the Reader, I already have the end of the chapter planned out but I'm pretty busy considering we have online classes this week :''D (pls be patient, I'll try to post it this thursday or friday fr)

ALSO ALSO, that tiktok you linked in the first ask- that was literally the tiktok i saw that made me ask about how you fet about the sumeru characters interacting with aether :0

Our brain cells just synced up fr 🤯 (pls do send more tiktoks to watch, im very interested lmaoooo)

YES I"VE WATCHED THE TRAILER, I CAN'T WAIT FOR SCARA CONTENTT AAAAAA

my baby's finally getting the attention he deserves TvT

Honestly, it's been great reading ur answers my dear authorr, How are you tho? How's the week been treating you? It's not fair for u to ask me how I am and not me ask the same question >:p /lh

Last question tho- do you think their gonna give scara a redemption arc? For me- I just want him to stay evil fr but if they do the redemption arc really good then the characterization would still be good probably (hopefully lmao)

And with that long ass ramble, I bid you the finest of adieus Lia - ever so sincerely yours, 👹✨ jae <3

hi, jaeeeee! >:D

hehe, i'm glad you're feeling better~ but your body fr said "don't push your luck" when you wanna laugh hard 😭 but i know you'll fully recover soon enough! >:)

found family is already so sweet in fiction but to see it irl is even sweeter :( <3 tell your roomies that your online friend here is giving each of them a headpat through the screen, nyehehe (/lh)

( spoilers about alhaitham and sumeru's first archon quest !! )

aaaa, tysm for understanding! my schedule has been clearing up recently tho, so i got time to answer this per my usual time~ and you're not wrong, alhaitham does look like a silver-green ver of zhongli's model 😭

he is a character with undetermined motives rn because he collaborated with the traveler to achieve a capsule that contained the knowledge about the gods. but at the end of the quest, alhaitham fooled the traveler into thinking that they all lost the capsule while he slipped it into his pocket right under our nose. iirc, afterwards, he said smth to himself about the capsule and the higher-ups, most likely referring to the people from the akademiya (who are vv corrupt btw) — but the thing is alhaitham isn't your average obedient underling, so where his loyalties themselves lie rn is a question shrouded in mystery. with such a powerful capsulecin his hands, will he betray the akademiya or will he not? HMM, MY EYES ARE ON HIM. (also, the way you brought up itto's muscles, helpppp?? 😭 fr tho, hoyoverse what did you do to our oni's arms <//3)

AETHER BEST BOY !! difficulties writing a convo between aether and the reader, you say??? i think it's time for your personal hc's about aether to shine! this is your story, after all~ i personally think his dynamic with the reader would be interesting tho! since he's not originally from teyvat, so perhaps, the reader can relate to him??? the "we wanna go home but we're stuck in this place" gang 🤝 (/j)

NAH, DID OUR TIKTOK FYP JUST SHAKE HANDS OR SMTH 😭🤝 here, have a vv groovy tiktok (diluc jackson /j) and another one about chibi aether because yes !! ;D

AND YEAH, I MAY NOT BE A SCARA SIMP BUT HIS LORE >>> i personally don't think his personality would do a 360° turn after the redemption arc! perhaps, he'd still retain that sarcasm of his but in a more harmless way as a playable character 👀 we'll have to wait and see~ but fr, as soon i saw scara content, i knew i gotta bring it up with you #jaescaralover

[chilling-seavey]

OKAY THESE IDEAS R JUST FLOWING IN RN BUT AMOUREUX DANIEL SNEAKING CHRISTMAS PRESENTS INTO LOUISA'S ROOM AND VICE VERSA YES YES YES AND LIKE IMAGINE IF CHRISTIAN WAS LIKE "OH THIS LOOKS NICE, WHERE'D YOU GET THIS FROM DARLING?"

So Christmas was never in the original time period as Amoureux spanned August-November so this is like an AU to my AU where we pretend Christmas happened during the whole situation just because I really like this idea!!

Kensington Palace was always decorated extravagantly for Christmas and once the first snow fell, it truly felt like the magic of Christmas spirit had settled. Garlands were draped over the banisters of the grand staircase and the tree was set up in one of the sitting rooms and donned with candles and tinsel and gold and silver decorations. Louisa always loved Christmas so she was excited to see all that England had to offer when it came to her favourite holiday. Of course, winter was the perfect time for romance and Christian often took her out for snowy walks through the palace grounds and they would return for mugs of tea to Daniel playing Christmas music on his cello, the sound echoing almost through the whole building. The romance of Christmas time only had Louisa yearning for Daniel more and more but their opportunities to sneak off together were fewer and farther between as Christian never seemed to leave Louisa’s side all day.

It was a snowy night, the warm candlelit palace surrounded in crisp white sparkling snow that fell gently to the ground by Louisa’s bedroom window as she sat on the windowsill and watched the quiet night pass by. The knock on her door startled her – who would be awake so late? – but she offered a quiet “come in” to the mysterious guest. Daniel poked his head in, offering her a smile that was lit by the candlestick in his hand.

“Come with me.” he whispered.

She bit back her eager grin and jumped off the window ledge, making sure her nightgown was smoothed out down to her ankles, and followed him out of her bedroom. He took her hand in his and they tiptoed across the empty second storey hallways to the back stairwell. The palace was so quiet that it felt like the only sound in the whole place was their breathing and the soft pat of their socked feet down the vacant stairs. Daniel’s single candle lit just enough space around them to see where they were going; reflecting off the gold trimmed walls and paintings.

Louisa could feel her heart hammering in her chest; wondering when they were going to get caught by one of the palace guards and be completely busted. She just held Daniel’s hand tighter as he led her down to the sitting room where the Christmas tree had been put up a week or so prior. He ushered her inside quickly, making sure no one was coming as he shut the double doors silently behind them.

The candles on the tree were still lit and the warm glow flickered and danced around the room, instantly bringing a smile to Louisa’s face as she sat down on the sofa and admired the decorations. Daniel set his candle on the table in front of them as he knelt on the sofa beside her with a bashful smile, a tad cheeky from being able to pull a successful stunt like sneaking out of their rooms after curfew.

“Isn’t it pretty?” Louisa breathed, turning to face him.

The candlelight cast dancing shadows over his face and she could see the reflection in his light eyes as he stared at her, “Yeah.”

She pushed her hand through the back of his hair just as he leaned in towards her for a soft kiss, locking their lips perfectly for a few long seconds before pulling back and tilting their heads to move in again. They shared slow, deep kisses in the warm light of the Christmas tree, snow falling gently outside the windows behind them.

Daniel finally pulled back from her after a moment, licking his lips slightly as his eyes found hers. He whispered, “I have a present for you.”

“What ever for?” Louisa frowned slightly, watching him shift away from her a little to reach under the couch and pull out a small flat box. “I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s okay.” Daniel leaned in to press a few more quick kisses to her lips before passing over the box.

She took it hesitantly, eyeing him and his bashful smile as he leaned his arm on the back of the sofa and them rested his head against his hand, watching her untie the ribbon around the box. She pulled open the top to reveal a string of pearls resting on black velvet, polished and shining.

“Oh my…gosh…” Louisa breathed, running her fingers across the necklace.

“Do you like it?” Daniel asked softly.

“It is truly magnificent, Daniel. Thank you.” Louisa whispered, glancing back up at him and they both leaned in for a lingering kiss.

“Can I put it on you?”

Louisa nodded, passing him back the box and she turned around to face the tree as he draped the pearls around her neck and clasped them together. She turned back to show him, her fingers reaching to touch them as if they weren’t real.

“Stunning.” Daniel smiled, nodding once in agreement at his gift.

“Where did you get this?”

“A shop in London. Traded one of my old hideous brooches for it.” Daniel explained, shuffling closer to shift his arm around her shoulders and he gently ran his fingers over hers before they both intertwined them. “I think this is much nicer.”

“I would have bought you something if I knew we were-”

Daniel shook her head to cut her off, “No need. Don’t make a thing out of it. Just saw it and thought you would suit it well.”

Louisa smiled at him, welcoming his sweet kiss to her lips before she was draping her arms around his shoulders to pull him right close. They held each other and kissed for a while on the couch in the warm sitting room, not a word spoken between them. Blame it on the Christmas spirit and the undeniable attraction between them, but they were so hung up on each other that they didn’t notice one of the butlers coming down the hallway to blow out the candles on the tree for the night. Daniel never moved faster, tugging Louisa after him to duck behind the couch just before the door opened. They were slightly breathless from having been steadily kissing for the previous twenty minutes but they held each others hands and stayed perfectly silent, Louisa’s free hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

Daniel peeked up over the back of the couch to see the butler busy around the back of the large tree and he pulled Louisa up after him and made a mad dash to the door. They didn’t stop running until they made it through the halls and to the dark privacy of their secret stairwell.

“You left your candle!” Louisa whispered quickly with realisation.

“And the box.” Daniel added, linking his finger around the string of pearls to gently pull her close to kiss her again. “They know better than to ask questions.”

She giggled lightly into his mouth, keeping him close as he pressed her back up against the wall and bit lightly at her bottom lip.

“I should go to sleep.” Louisa breathed, feeling his chest rising and falling in time with hers with how close they stood.

“Okay.” Daniel nodded, pressing a few small kisses to her cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Louisa only nodded with a bashful grin, pushing one more strong kiss to his lips before her hands slid down his chest and she was rushing up the stairs to her bedroom.

The next morning at breakfast, Louisa was the last one to arrive and she apologized quickly as she took her seat between Daniel and the King, her dress trimmed with the string of pearls draped around her neck. Daniel hid his smile behind a sip of his juice.

“That’s a lovely necklace, darling.” Christian complimented.

Daniel and Louisa’s attention peaked anxiously as if he knew something they didn’t want him too but his smile was nothing but genuine.

“Where did you get it?”

“Oh,” Louisa ran her fingers over the pearls, trying not to think about the memory of Daniel’s soft lips on hers and his hands on her body as she pushed out a lie, “It was my mother’s.”

“Your mother has exquisite taste.” the Queen smiled honestly.

Daniel only smirked silently to himself as he took another bite of his breakfast.

[prince-claremont-diaz]

Whatever We Become

Summary: In Lucas’ final year of high school before he has to face the real world, he comes across the new identical twins, Eliott and Leo. Needless to say, Lucas falls head over heels for both of them. 

Or The twin au absolutely no one asked for

Word count: 2.8k

Ao3 version

Chapter Eighteen: Give him time

With a shuddering breath, Lucas plucked his phone from the floor. It thankfully only had a small crack in one of the corners. He turned to his mum, lip wobbling. "Mum?"

She smiled knowingly. "It's the boy, isn't it?" Lucas nodded. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Lucas stood up on unstable legs, pulling out his wallet. He tossed in a handful of euros, bending down to give his mother a quick, tight hug. "Happy birthday. I promise I'll make it up to you again. Soon."

And then he was scuttling out of the restaurant, bounding down the street, feet hitting the pavement only barely as he practically flew through the streets. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, arms pumping by his sides, a whole drum set beating against his chest cavity, chest heaving. He pushed past multiple people, just barely dodging an oncoming car as he sprinted across the street, only looking back for a split second out of instinct.

Lucas sprinted the entire way through the endless side streets, panting, bounding past familiar and unfamiliar streets alike.

Finally, after sprinting for a completely undetermined time, Lucas stumbled to a stop, back in the familiar courtyard. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, turning on his flashlight and pointing it around the dark area. "E-Eliott? Eliott?" he called, looking around frantically, tripping over his feet in the dark and shining the white light into all the windows and into all the corners. Nothing. He was too late.

Eliott was nowhere to be found.

Lucas bit his lip, teeth chattering and turned his phone screen on again. He read over the messages Eliott had last sent once again, tears beading in his eyes at the heavy implications of Eliott's messages. Lucas' knees buckled and he landed on the cold and slightly damp concrete, a sob escaping his lips. Eliott was gone and Lucas was alone.

As the sobs wracked his whole body, forcing him to lean against a wall of one of the grimey buildings, Lucas pulled up his contacts, scrolling frantically. His fingers trembled violently, almost dropping the phone as he clicked on the contact he needed. As he waited for the phone to stop ringing, Lucas stumbled to his feet. Finally, after only 4 long rings, Yann's voice came over the phone.

"Lucas? Is everything okay? I thought you were with your mum." Yann asked, voice laced with worry. Lucas never called unless he was desperate.

"Yann?" he sobbed into the phone, gripping tight and taking a few wayward steps forwards.

"Lucas? What happened? Are you okay?" Yann blurted, voice raising a pitch or two.

Lucas shook his head, wandering aimlessly out of the courtyard and making his way down the street with heavy, thudding footsteps. "It's Eliott. He's gone." Lucas hiccoughed, turning down a street he didn't recognise at all.

"Gone? What do you mean? Lucas you aren't making any sense," Yann said. His voice softened. "You have to breathe, Lucas or you're going to pass out."

Lucas gulped down a bucketload of air, though it did little to help. "Leo messaged me saying he couldn't f-find him and then Eliott messaged me and—" He interrupted himself with another wailing, echoing sob. "It sounded like a goodbye."

Lucas continued fumbling his way down the street, sobbing into the phone and earning odd looks from passersby. "Like a proper one? A goodbye goodbye?" Yann clarified, his own voice beginning to turn slightly shaky as he took in Lucas' barely coherent words.

"Yes. Fuck, Yann."

He scrubbed his hand over his face, making his way onto a larger main street. He could see a large foot bridge spanning across the great black water, which had another pathway underneath it. Lucas made his way over on jelly legs, tears still streaking his face and wetting his shirt.

"Do you need me to come and get you?" Yann asked on instinct, steadying his voice with a thick clear of his throat. It was much more hoarse than before, however.

Lucas sniffled, clambering down the steps like a drunk man. "I don't know. Maybe. I don't know where I am," he babbled, leaning against the stone wall for support, grappling for air though he couldn't reach it far enough.

Under the bridge, which was relatively high above the water, Lucas caught sight of a tall figure standing, looking down at the water. They were mostly cast into darkness, shrouded from view, a vague silhouette of a person. It was a vast contrast to the bright glow of the city which was blinding Lucas in his panicked state.

"Lucas? You there? Are you okay?" Yann's voice came over the line again, startling Lucas back into reality.

"One second. I'm-I'm gonna call you back." Lucas hung up the phone and turned his phone's flashlight on again. He walked over on uneven, frantic steps as he made his way towards the small tunnel formed by the bridge. The greyish water lapped up the sides of the bank, tiny droplets splashing upwards onto the pavement. "Eliott? Eliott, is that you?" he asked tentatively, shining the light towards the figure.

The other person gasped, falling to the ground while their hands continued to grip onto the handrail for dear life. "Eliott?" Lucas repeated, taking another step forwards, lighting the other properly the closer he got.

Eliott was on his haunches, fingers pale with the grip on the metal, tears soaking his face and shaking his head back and forth. "I can't. I can't. I can't," he kept on saying, voice broken and raw.

Lucas dropped onto the ground once again, leaving no space between them as he pulled Eliott into his arms. Eliott fell away, letting go of the bar and shuddering. He shook his head again, looking away from him with tears in his eyes. "Hey. Hey, look at me," Lucas whispered, tilting Eliott's chin up and leaning their heads together, "You're not alone, okay? You're not. And you are enough. You've always been enough." Lucas cupped Eliott's cheeks with his hands, staring into his deep swimming pool eyes and losing himself a little inside of their intense depth. "I'm here. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

Another sob from Eliott and then he was gripping onto Lucas' jacket, face buried into his collar, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. Lucas rubbed his hand up and down Eliott's back, holding onto him like a life raft. "Shh, I'm here, Eliott. I'm here. I'll always be here."

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Eliott ended up staying the night at the flatshare after Yann came and picked them both up. He stayed mostly silent as they sat in Yann's back seat, clutching onto Lucas and leaning all of his weight on him. Yann didn't ask any questions, just glancing in the rearview mirror every so often and hugging Lucas out the window when he dropped them off outside the flat.

Now, on Sunday morning, Eliott was still there. He was fast asleep as usual, curled up in a ball under Lucas' duvet and dressed in a pair of Lucas' hoodies and t-shirts. Lucas was sitting up in bed beside him, half on his phone, half watching Eliott. Mostly watching Eliott. Lucas read over his latest texts with Leo then, trying to fill the time before Eliott woke up that afternoon.

Me: I've got him now. He's at my flatshare, is that okay?

Leo: is he okay?

Leo: my parents said it's okay for him to stay with you if that's what he needs rn

Me:He's asleep now, but that's all I can get from him

Leo: that's the usual. keep me updated

Underneath the covers, Eliott began to stir finally, stretching his arms out in front of him and rolling over, hands searching for Lucas. Lucas put his phone down on the bed beside him and scooted down a bit to allow Eliott to use him as a teddy bear, resting his head on Lucas' chest and gripping onto his hoodie. Lucas smiled, fingers combing through his tangled brown hair slowly. He was oddly content sitting there curled up with Eliott in his arms, despite the constant thrum at the back of his mind about Eliott's wellbeing. As long as Eliott was with him, he knew he was safe.

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The wind whipped through the streets of Paris, a chill spreading as autumn turned to winter, leaves fluttering from the trees and landing dead. A bus was pulling from its stop, grey fuel filtering out of the exhaust pipe. Lucas was standing on the edge of the pavement, hands in his pockets, watching, waiting.

"Lucas!" He turned towards the voice, smiling when he made eye contact with Leo as he crossed the road. They hugged briefly in greeting and then Leo stepped away, crossing his arms over his chest. "Shall we head to a cafe or something?" he asked, gesturing down the street. Lucas bobbed his head, following him. "How is he?" he asked, glancing around, a slight nervous energy radiating off him as they walked together past shops and restaurants.

"He's still really only sleeping and only eats a little bit," he said, "But I don't really know how he's feeling now. He isn't talking much and I don't want to scare him away." They turned into a small cafe at the corner, sitting down across from each other under the blue umbrella.

Leo frowned, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "That's normal. After he has an episode he's usually pretty tired for a few days. Just, you know, give him time," Leo explained, shrugging. A waiter came over carrying a notepad and the two boys paused their conversation to order coffees. "Are you going to school tomorrow? You should," Leo asked once the waiter had left.

Lucas shrugged, fidgeting with the silver sugar tongs on the plate between them. "I dunno. I don't want Eliott to be left all by himself while we're all out at work or school." Leo gave him a look, raising an eyebrow. "It's not that I don't trust him. I just don't want him to get lonely or something," Lucas added, flushing under Leo's look.

Leo shook his head and replied, "He's not a child Lucas. He can take care of himself. I'm sure he'll survive a day by himself." He paused, watching a lady walking past with a toddler and a small pomeranian. "God knows he's used to being alone all the time…" he muttered.

"What's that supposed to mean? Alone all the time?"

"Not exactly alone, really. Our mum has been ill on and off for years and usually stays at the hospital and our dad always worked late, so that's why we pretty much live alone now," Leo explained. He paused as the waiter placed their drinks and cake on the table, muttering his thanks. "He's been lonely for a long time, I think. He lost touch with friends recently and he's struggled with making friends since his diagnosis. Everyone found out at school and it wasn't very fun for him."

"That just makes me want to leave him alone even less," Lucas said hopelessly, fingers skimming through his hair.

"I'm not an expert, but right now I think he just needs support. Whether that's from a distance or not is up to him, really," Leo said. He took a sip of his drink, wincing and adding a couple sugars to his coffee using the tongs, swirling the beige liquid with a teaspoon. "But be prepared to… deal with some shit. Sometimes he snaps at you or pushes you away, but don't let yourself think he doesn't like you. Because he does. He never fucking shuts up about just how much." He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Lucas leaned back in his chair, taking a gulp of his latte and briefly taking a look at their surroundings. Despite the cold, it really was a nice day, birds chirping and the sun low in the sky and washing the city in a pleasant glow. "Thanks for meeting me today, by the way. It's helped a lot," Lucas admitted, putting the coffee cup down on its plate. "I've researched all about bipolar disorder almost constantly the last few days, but I still had no idea how to help him or be there for him. So thanks."

Leo shrugged, holding his hand up for a fist bump over the table. Lucas obliged, rolling his eyes and smirking. "No problem, man," he said, dropping his hand in his lap. His smirk fell from his face however and he glanced down at his plate. "I should probably apologise about the other day, as well. For shouting at you and then ditching you in the middle of the city at night. That was pretty shit of me to do."

Lucas shook his head, touching Leo's wrist momentarily. "It's okay. I get that you were just stressed about Eliott," he reassured, eyes softening.

Leo sat up straight, huffing. "But that doesn't give me an excuse for how I reacted. You had absolutely no idea what was going on and you weren't to know about what to do or not do if Eliott hadn't told you yet," he said, speaking rapidly, "Yeah, I was scared because that was a pretty bad episode in a long time, but you looked even more terrified with the situation. I shouldn't have been so harsh." Leo placed his hand on top of Lucas' and sent him a half smile. "So, I'm sorry once again."

They sat in silence for a little while after that, drinking their coffee and watching the world go by. It was pleasant again with Leo. Lucas had almost forgotten about how comfortable he could be around Leo. But something still nagged at the back of his mind, a whisper that grew louder and louder until it was almost screaming in his head.

"You said your mum has been sick on and off for years. What did you mean by that?" Lucas asked slowly, tentatively, voice low and hesitant. He sipped his drink, looking up curiously over the rim of the cup.

Leo scratched the back of his head and drummed his fingers on the table, nervous. "Ever since I can remember, our mum has always been pretty unhealthy and weak. She often ends up in hospitals long term for treatments pretty frequently," he explained, frown deepening with every word, "She was doing okay for a good while recently, but she fell ill a couple weeks ago and had to be sent to emergency care in the middle of the night. I think Eliott was staying at yours that night, actually." Now that he thought about it, Lucas could remember how Eliott had gone, stating that Leo had called him to come home for a family emergency. His gut twisted horribly as he remembered the slight bitterness he had felt when Eliott left him, now seeing as it was because his mother was sick.

"Eliott never took it well, our mum getting sick. He tells people she works a lot like our dad, but she's just usually too sick to leave hospital or hospice," Leo added, almost choking on his hot coffee as he remembered the extra detail. "It's a complicated situation to say the least."

Leo's phone chimed in his coat pocket then, a light, tinkling sound and he pulled it out to look at his message. His eyebrows furrowed with focus as he read over the message and then he slid it back inside his pocket, finishing off the last few mouthfuls of his coffee in one large gulp. Lucas squinted his eyes and tilted his head as Leo proceeded to get up from his seat, wiping his mouth on his napkin.

"That's my cue to leave, unfortunately. But it was good to see you," Leo said, pushing his chair under the table. He pulled out a few euro coins from his wallet and plopped them onto the table.

Lucas grabbed his wrist to keep him from going. "You're sure it's okay for Eliott to keep staying with me?"

"I think it's better for him right now. He feels safest with you, clearly, so yeah." Lucas nodded, dropping Leo's wrist. "See you at school tomorrow?" he added, raising his eyebrows.

Lucas nodded, smiling. "Probably. See you later." He watched Leo crossing the street again, waving over his shoulder and walking back in the direction he had originally come from earlier. Lucas continued to sip his coffee and eat his cake for a few minutes before going inside with the cash to pay for their food and grab a croissant to go.

With the birds singing their light tunes and the lightest of breezes on his skin, Lucas wandered his way back to the flat, happier than he'd been in a while.

[badanimereviews]

summer 2019 anime sum-up

lmao i realized i never did this and posted the fall season b4 this.... oops

kimetsu no yaiba: tbh started out kinda meh. and now it’s turned into one of the new big shounens. i was not expecting that. nearing the end got rly good and i was rly looking forward to more episodes! tanjiro gets cooler and cooler! animation is rly nice (thanks ufotable) and the way tanjiro’s water is animated. like. aesthetic asf. it’s so good. i love black-haired emo dude and zenitsu (my spirit animal) and ofc nezuko she is adorable im c r y. side note: the hashira? i think they’re called? some of the ugliest fkn characters i’ve seen in ages like flame boy? stone boy? i HATE them. and the gem dude too like man get a new tattoo artist on god.... he needs it.,,,,,,and inosuke is so pretty it’s unfair

dr stone: ok man dr stone rly went off. tbh. i’ve always been a whore for chemistry since reading the flavia de luce series (btw, i want more books of) and watching this just tickles my noodle brain in a good way... who needs prozac when i get a shitton of serotonin from watching senku dick around....  (btw what is going on with what’s his face and the girl. yuzuriha????? i can’t remember. i love senku don’t get me wrong but i need their perspective too... bc i hate lion dude... so much.... dick....) again i will repeat that i am a whore for chemistry so i get oFF on this. backgrounds are amazing/ animation so nice n clean (most o the time lmao). i thought i would hate the black n white haired trickster boi and ms yellow ponytail and suika but no! dr stone is such a good show that they are now great, loveable characters. also i am senku and chrome’s whore so jfc. man, i love the explanations of all the chemistry shabang, but some things i think would be better if explained! like senku doing physical labour at the beginning- ex. making all those pots and building that shit by hisself. i know he weak af. yes he smart but like. construction? difficult. pottery? even for me the artist . difficult. and that shed of his was filled to the brim. HOW. anyways, i love this so much i am crying constantly

just realized i didnt need to write about dr stone. oh well. 

danmachi 2: wtf yo. haruhime is so pretty but not a fan of her personality! bell still cute af and still don’t rly like aiz! animation good as always, and my god i shit myself whenever the argonaut theme starts up bc that is ? one of the best pieces of non-sawano hiroyuki pieces i’ve ever heard? addicted to it. and the opening! love the dynamics, the brief ‘rain’ scenes like when mikoto slashes the raindrops and just her motion basically? as an animator that is what i aspire to accomplish because i just love that. tiny little scene. 

arifureta: this would have been so much better had they dragged out mc’s op-ifying process! made him suffer more! i explained this briefly in my ‘first thoughts’ post for this season, but story-wise and pacing-wise his power-up could have been so much more deserved and gratifying. think shield hero- loser suffers, gets angry, slowly builds up power in an epic payoff! would have been so epic too. and also if they’d made his gained powers less.... crazy nerfed. again: HE SHOULD HAVE SUFFERED MORE AND THIS WOULD HAVE MADE A BETTER SHOW. harem thoughts: yue- meh. sucky char honestly. shea- my fav girl, she is a great character don’t judge- sexy and love her personality and love her character design and love how much fanservice she gets lol. panty flash ftw. dragon girl- discount darkness honestly , tho nice design. and mermaid girl- yuck, annoying,  DO NOT like the ‘papa’ trope! (ahem sao.) it’s gross. also just fuck mc’s classmates honestly- paladin dude sucks ass, healer girl OOF that last episode ruined her, samurai girl is ok i guess. hate ai-sensei too like shut UPP annoying ass HOEEEEE (postscript: opening=very epic too)

kanata no astra: plot twist? check. trillion well-done plot twists? check. this was done very well. i am so happy. all those plot twists and turns would usually suck in any regular anime- but this was written with GODLIKE ability. thank you, lerche. legit, this was such an enjoyable ride, i eagerly awaited each new ep! typically i hate space-related stuff but like! survival stuff gets my goat.... like this was good- (tho maybe more technical-stuff in the survival theme would make it so cooler) what shocked me the most: (spoilers alert) didn’t end up hating quitterie or funi. (tho the puppet made me want to strangle smth) luca’s gender had rly confused me but i’d decided on him being a boy- so basically that reveal left me like WHOA. i died. did luca rly have to show emo boy their tity tho... kanata losing his arm gave me the yeeeks, charce being the traitor was made sO WELL into a surprise even tho i’d kinda already suspected him<- like that was just fucking amazing writing there. gj. and ares the princess! ok man! shocked! AND also the whole clone thing, just fucked me right up. up the ass. like there are probably more plot twist layers in this than a fkn ogre has.... anyway shrek aside, yun?’s character arc was very pleasing, i think that was done very well! and the ending made me UwU like BRO? goals tbh. yeah this is a hidden gem and is just so good, so well-written overall. 

cop craft: didn’t have high expectations. i am now,,, quite,,, shocked &,,, blown away. sweetheart this is a good fucking show. so why @ livechart.me DOES IT HAVE 7.40 STARS WHEN FKN ARIFURETA HAS 7.72. can someone explain this to me? i’m outraged. LIVID.  matoba and tilarna were amazing characters btw! loved their dynamic! briefly i thought it might get romantic! nope, it didn’t, so it’s all good. actions scenes were epic, tilarna’s design and outfits were so much nicer than i thought they’d be like. she is so cute. and the op- man, if that is not such a bopper vibe then idk what is. i could watch it forever. it deserves so much more than what it’s got rn.

naka no hito genome: (serious question: is this considered some sort of isekai?) genome gave me btooom vibes honestly but like- this is SO much better than btooom and most game/trap/ kinda shows. fkn BOP of an op, especially the sequence at the end with short clips of each character in action (nutt). paka-san was a good boy and he deserves irl merch. i fell in LOve with all the characters (bubble boy= hot, akatsuki= ok meh actually kinda boring, karin= hot and i want her to punch me, ruromori= beautiful 12/10 would let her stalk me, sleepy eyes boy= baby + dazai vibes and hot af, twin boy= also hot, onigasaki= hot and love him so much, and loli girl= her light grenades got annoying but nice char design) anyways yeah more of this would be epic. i wanna see sakura and her twin reunite, and how they get out basically! also animation quality was very good which is surprising considering it’s a silver link anime.

kono yo no hate de koi wo utau shoujo yu-no: i include the whole title bc this is a good anime. (also livechart.me why 7.27 stars i will fuck you up) only meh part of this is the return to earth from dela granto bc that was like a culture shock and honestly at that point i’d forgotten a lot about what had happened on earth and didn’t care as much. btw, f ayumi and f the other brown-haired oneesan. mio and kanna ftw. obvs i didn’t understand the sayless x takuya thing like dumbass horny teenager . why u gotta creampie the worst girl. u have mio. bruh. (tho mio x ‘oyabi!’ boy is a great ship) also, takuya’s mom? keiko-san? idk if you’ve noticed but that’s literally my name so yeah just glad to finally have some keiko representation. altogether goodass anime. the time travel/ rezero esque reset thing almost got me but this was done well. so no problems. both ops very good. first song was bae, second also bae (just realized it’s by konomi suzuki, one of my waifu idols, so yea nice) and ed2 also so pretty! also yu-no’s design was rly pretty, the outfit colours, and her pigtails rly suited her :)

granbelm: sorry this is the last one lol this was a long ass post! other than the fact i dont rly like mecha this was good.... action, CHARACTER designs aesthetic asf, honestly rly pretty ok. i liked the cast, very diverse and more depth than most shows of this ilk. op was nicely choreographed- especially the part where the girls’ faces are contorted by their gems, showing their magical girl side. nicely done. mangetsu didn’t end up being that bad a char, and honestly? suigetsu is best girl and deserved better. and the ending too- like, bro, that made me kinda sad. some off points: anna’s mom was a little unrealistic as a mom like woman- please learn to control your child, and, white-haired girl’s sister should have played a bigger part, based on how her parts in the opening were emphasized! (quick note- blue girl, love her, great bad guy, when she dumped anna made me so happy honestly, she is beautiful, and i couldn’t actually decide who i wanted to win between her and suigetsu....)

hope u enjoyed this bad review. pls share ur opinions w/ me on some of of these more controversial shows. thank. 

[imagines-forthe-soul]

Oikawa x Reader ACOTAR AU part 2~!

Here is the long awaited part two to my Oikawa x Reader ACOTAR AU I wrote seven hundred years ago. This is pretty long and pretty info dumpy since most of you haven’t read the book (even though a lot of it doesn’t really relate to the book but ANYWAYS) but hopefully its good! Part three should be out sometime in the next four thousand years. Let me know what you guys think of this and if you want to see more.

Word count: 5641

Story type: AU

Warnings: None for now

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You awoke to your body feeling numb and useless as the black veils of darkness that once took over your vision reeled back, ushering in bright orange and yellow light that stung your eyes as they opened. The hazy fog that once consumed and numbed your mind slowly faded into full pain that made you grit your  teeth and groan lowly. Your  limbs ignored your brain’s pleads and messages to move, to at least twitch to show you that you could still function. Your head was the only part of you that you were free and able  to move, letting it lull from side to side to gain some sort of feeling in it. When you felt as though you  had more feeling and control in the movement of your neck and head, you brought your blurry gaze down to look at your arms, taking in how bruised and dirty they looked in comparison to the smooth wood of the armchair they rested on.

The longer you stared at it, the more you realized that you were sat on a wooden chair, body limp and heavy on the beautiful brown wood. As your vision cleared,  your eyes took in the different swirls and shapes and markings that were etched into the wood, each one branching from another to overlap and connect to so many more and creating a beautiful mass or art and feeling across the simple chair. you could remember times in which you had done etching similar to this on your father’s tables, littering it with small spirals and stars and curves. you had been so proud of those markings, but your father was far from so. You could still feel the lashes he had given to your bad, ten ugly red bleeding marks being left in their wake and for your alone to tend to as you cried to yourself.

Not wanting to be anymore reminded of that horrid memory, you shifted your gaze upwards to the chandelier above your, watching as the crystal ornaments that dangled off it twinkling in the candle light. This chandelier was nothing you had ever seen before, leaving your speechless and captured in the awe of the fixture. The way in which the black metal looked smooth to the touch, as if it had been dipped black lacquer and dusted over with darkened ash to give it an old yet clean look. Twelve chains of black and shadow bled from the base of the chandelier, coming down to connect to each of the respective candle holders where black candles burned.

They were molded into the shape of roses that had reached full bloom, beautiful and vibrant despite being made of night itself. Two more rows of these holders branched out for the chandelier, making it grand and elegant as it hung from the dark wood ceiling. From them, crystals hung is pairs from each holder. They were a bright white that shone like the stars themselves, unnatural and blinding. you had thought the light from the candles were making them glimmer and shine, but upon closer inspection it looked as though are emanating a light of their own that shone brighter than any piece of fancy rock you had ever seen your sisters wear.

The beauty and elegance of the light fixture above name had left your frozen in awe, but that feeling was soon replaced with dread as realization dawned on you. Hot molten fear filled your stomach, as your eyes darted to each corner of the room, taking in the appearance of your surroundings.

The room was grand and spacious, the large floor covered in a slab of smooth rock and lightly decorated with dark rugs and small tables that held jugs of what you assumed was water on silver trays. Before you was a table that took up less than half the space of the room, but was the only other thing left in here. It was made of rich, dark wood, most likely cut from a large mahogany tree and aged to perfection. Carved lightly into the table were words and patterns that curved and spiraled around each other, connecting each one together. The words were written in a different language  — an ancient language— that you would never dare to learn, but you could make out a few of the markings: moons, stars, and leaves.

The symbols of the Night.

With newfound surge energy enhanced by her panic, (Name’s) body tensed as it made to propel her out of the chair and as far away from here as possible, but an invisible forced kept her nailed to the chair, her back pressed firm against the support of it. Each time you tried to move, you could feel the cold force of whatever surrounded her keeping her back and immobile. Her heart hammered against her chest as you attempted to thrashed and twist her body out of her seat, using brute strength to break free of the bonds holding her back.

The muscles in her body screamed as they tried to push forward, trying their best to lift her out of the seat you was locked in. Just as you felt herself shift ever so slightly, giving her hope that her efforts were working, a force stilled her body, knocking the air from her lungs and making her eyes go wide and panicked. This wasn’t the cold touch you had felt before. This touch was hot and heavy, leaving her breathless and sweating as you struggled against it. However, as the familiar smell of brimstone and soot and charred metal reached her nose, all her struggles died.

you felt the hot touch pin her arms and back to the chair as it slowly made its way upwards to grip her face and angle her head forwards. Before her sat the same man —beast— you had seen in the forest, his glossed lips curved into a light smile, eyes locked on her, and hands resting on his crossed knees. He was at the head of the table in a grand wooden chaired dyed black and fitted with a matching cushion. In contrast to you, he looked cool and calm, as if this situation was a normal delight or him. Although you couldn’t deny the pull of his beauty, you wanted to rip that smile from his face, to scream at him, beat him for taking her to Gods’ know where. But just like the rest of her body, her mouth was bound by the same hot force.

“As fun as it is watching you struggle, I think it’s about time you stop making a fool of yourself with your weak attempts of escape, love.” His honey rich voice filled your ears and flooded through your other senses like a tidal wave, dragging you down into its deep warm waters and leaving you gasping and breathless as you tried to claw your way to the surface. Against your own will, your cheeks burned a mild scarlet color but with the heavy glare set on your features, you looked more enraged rather than flustered.

The chestnut haired male’s smile grew into an amused smirk at the sign of (Name’s) anger, his sharp black painted nails tapping delightfully on the armrest of his extravagant chair.

“My, my. That look doesn’t suit you one bit, love. Why not smile for me instead? I’m sure you’d look much more tantalizing with a smile wide across your face.” The amusement in his smooth voice didn’t match the feral look in his round autumn brown eyes.

you opened her mouth as if to say something, but invisible tendrils of that same hot force kept her mouth in place, stilling whatever words you wanted to say in her throat as the force brought her lips down together before spreading out into a wide smile.

“That’s much better. You almost look as beautiful as the Fae with a smile like that.”

His insult meant little to you. Nothing anyone could say — not even the Fae, themselves — could hurt her after you had endured being called far worse things from her father and sisters over her years.

Instead of showing fear or anger, you held his wild gaze, her eyes boring into his, challenging him, daring him to continue knowing that you wouldn’t break. To challenge a Fae, especially one that seems extremely powerful, was foolish to do but you saw no other choice. If the Fae’s goal was to torture and kill her, you would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her screams and beg for her life like a hog sent to the slaughter house.

The male before her cocked his head to the side, round intense eyes still staring into her own with that same mischievous smirk etched across his face. The appearance was innocent enough, but the feeling his posture and stare  gave off was anything but. It chilled you down to her soul, clutching her, holding her tight much like this phantom bond was. He looked at you as if you were some wounded animal, right for the taking, for playing. He looked at her as if he wanted to take her apart piece by piece, examining each one to see how rn was you worked before molding her back together as his very own plaything.

As if finally having his fill of his fun, the male righted himself, sitting up straight with his back against his chair. you slowly felt the hot force pull away from her lips, finally letting her face relax. For the first time in many years, you sent a quiet wish of thanks to the Ancient Gods.

Sending thanks or praying to the Ancient Gods had been something you had given up on at the age of seven. Each time you prayed to the God of Light or the God of Dreams, or Earth, begging for better treatment and more food and water, you had received nothing but lashings and less food. Each God did nothing to help her, did nothing to ease her pain, did nothing to release her of the situation you were currently in, but yet you sent thanks, hoping that this small gesture would reach the better nature of the Gods.

But you had no such favor.

you were taken from her thoughts as the Fae before her cleared his throat, warping her attention back to him instead of staring off into nothing.

Once again the two held one another’s gaze, words lost in whatever dark void hung around them before the male took a small bell between his slender fingers and gave it a few gentle rings.

As if on cue, grand oak doors opened behind you startling her in her seat. In perfect sync, maids dressed in pure black dresses and smocks filtered in from behind her, each one wearing a black mask with dusted over in some type of sparkling coat that made them shimmering in the candle light as the bustled around around the table. Some pushed carts full of food and drink whilst others held napkins and assorted cutlery. All you could see behind their masks were their eyes, dark and captivating much like the male’s before you.

Hastily, they set the part of the table the male sat at, neatly placing different sizes plates and cutlery out before him and setting different dishes of pork, duck, blood pudding, vegetables, and porridge along his side. Fruity desserts and chocolate custards soon followed after, all set neatly along the outside of the table, giving you the perfect view of everything out of your reach. This meal could even put the King’s Royal Name Day dinner to shame.

Carefully, the maids then cut the meats and piled them neatly into his plate, followed by hearty servings of vegetables and porridge. The sight of it all made your mouth water and your stomach growl angrily. The sound didn’t seem to go unheard by the Fae, sending a sly smile your way to let you know he heard just how hungry you were.

Your voice cut through the air before the male could say anything about your famished state, leaving his mouth slightly parted and the words he so badly wanted to taunt you with frozen on his tongue.

“Why am I here? What is this place?” Your voice was raspy and hoarse, yet your question was just as sharp as the blade you usually kept in your boot. Your eyebrows knit together in a stern frown, nose scrunched and eyes determined yet fearful of the answer that you would receive.

(Name’s) question didn’t seem to reach the male at the head of the table, the Fae being too busy with his food as he cut it into bite sized pieces and blended it with his porridge before scooping a forkful into his mouth. Slowly, he chewed on his food, silent and still disregarding her words.

A growl bubbled within (Name’s) chest at his lack of response, a vein lining itself at her temple as her frustration grew.

“Did you not hear me? Release me and tell me why you have me here! Why did you do that to my cat? Where am I?” Her voice grew loud, shrill, hurting both her throat and ears. A coughing fit gripped her body once her mouth closed, body heaving, trying to get the scratches and hitches from her throat.

Once again, the male seemed to ignored her, simply swallowing down his food and cutting yet another piece of meat. His movements were slow and exact, elegant in a way that didn’t seem natural. you guessed that was what they Fae were; unnatural and impure and deranged despite the elegance and poise they oozed. you hated having to be in his presence, you hated having to be here, but who else could you blame but herself. It was her own mistake going after her sister’s stupid cat, and it was an even bigger mistake not realizing what area you had trespassed over, now leaving her in this position, seated at the mercy of a Fae.

Just when you was about to ask her questions yet again, the male raised one hand to silence her, his other hand grasping his napkin and using it to wipe away the nonexistent crumbs from his mouth. The devious smirk that had been set on his lips never seemed to go away, always there to mock you.

“That’s no way for a slave to speak to her master now, is it? And here I believed that cesspool you called a village would have taught you some manners.” His silvery voice broke the silence, his amusement of this entire situation unwavering and strong within his tone, and it only seemed to strengthen when he saw the look on your face at his words.

Her eyebrows had knit together in confusion, eyes looking frantic and wild at what the Fae man had just said. Had you heard him right? Had he really called her a slave and he her master? Her lower lip trembled, fumbling over her words and questions before anything even dared to slip past her mouth. All that you could manage was a faint ‘what’ as the color drained from her face as the Fae’s words finally sunk in to her mind.

A bemused chuckle tumbled from the Fae’s mouth, his brandy eyes shining with north behind dark heavy lashes. He set his napkin and utensils on the table, crossing one leg over the other and making himself more comfortable in his chair. His fingers came up to loosen the top three buttons of the silky green tunic he wore, letting the fabric peel away to reveal a his sculpted bare chest, his alabaster skin practically glistening under the candlelight. You wild yourself not to stare at his chest, but you couldn’t help herself as her gaze darted from his face down to his chest, and the hum that left the male’s mouth let her that her action hadn’t gone on noticed. As if to mask or move on from her slip up, you shifted in your seat, making your back straighter, standing your ground despite your odds.

“What do you mean? The Fae are forbidden from keeping humans as slaves. Wasn’t that one of the many rules that were part of the treaty signed by both humans and Fae alike? Aren’t there consequences for doing something like this?” Your voice was taut, heart  clambering against your rib cage as your nerves got the best of you. It was true you knew of the Fae and the treaty they had signed with the humans all those years ago, but you had never learned what rules were still in effect, still relevant to today’s world that you lived in. Feeling antsy, you clawed at the arms of the chair you were in, trying to calm herself down, to hush your heartbeat in fear that the man before you could hear just how scared you really were.

The male Fae gave a low whistle, thumbing at the bottom of his tunic mindlessly as if this were normal talk between two friends. “Someone knows about her history, I see. But alas, I never expect much from a human since you don’t seem to know the full extent of our history. Your small, juvenile mind probably couldn’t even retain such information.” His words were sharp and aimed to hurt, and for a moment they did. Your chest tightened and a soft gust of air escaped your nose at what he had said, but you only gave this feeling a moment before quickly brushing it aside, sending a frown his way instead of showing him a hurt expression.

It wasn’t a shock to have a Fae talk so lowly to a human, it was rather common. The Fae were a proud people, bundled in high fashion and born of high class. They were bred to be above all else and raised to make the lesser feel miserable for having been born so. It had become such a second nature to them that they hardly even realized they were doing so. However, what did shock you was the way in which the male’s expression had changed in the course of a few moments at her lack of response to his jabs. You noticed the way his mischievous smile had faded into a soft frown that made him look so much younger and innocent than he really was. The sight stilled her body, filling it with a sense of regret and sorrow, but those feelings were soon flushed out as he replaced his frown with yet another impish grin.

“But alas, I’ll be the good hearted gentleman that I am and tell you of the history of the treaty in hopes that it will help you better understand the position you are in as of now, my sweet pet.” HIs words weren’t meant to be kind. He was mocking you, making you out to be thing poor thing that had no sense whatsoever. He took his fork and knife in his hands once more, cutting through meat and vegetables.

“It’s no secret that the human world and Fae world are incredibly different. From our bodies, to our thinking, to our culture and way of life. Us Fae are much stronger than you humans, especially us High Fae. Much like myself, High Fae are the ruling nobility here in the Courts. Our word is law and our law is to bring balance.The High Fae are stronger and more powerful than the average faerie and humans due to the unique abilities we possess. A HIgh Fae’s ability depends on the level of their power which allows them to execute certain spells or powers.

Humans were in awe of our abilities, praising us like Gods. They devoted themselves to us, they worshiped us as if we were the answer to all their worries and grief.” He said this with a look of content longing, as if these times in which humans had been foolish enough to trust any Fae was one of the best memories he had lived.

“However, there was a certain group of humans that despised us, repulsed by the things we Fae could do with our naturally born gifts and abilities. At first, we didn’t pay much mind to them, letting them believe what they wanted and find something else to put their trust in, but we eventually paid the price for that.

Over the years of ignoring this group of hateful humans, they banded together, increasing their numbers and learning more of about us, things we would rather keep secret. A weakness.

They began killing Fae by the hundreds, slaughtering us in our homes, in the streets, wherever they could.” His tone grew angry and hard, holding his fork tighter in his hand that you were afraid the metal would shatter under the force. His eyes did little to hide the anger he felt as he told the story, blazing like fire from the deepest parts of all Seven Hells.

“The killing of all these Fae was greater than anything we have ever seen and immediately we wanted to put a stop to it. Whilst the Winter, Autumn, Summer and Night Court wanted to do so in a more diplomatic approach, the others decided it was best to fight fire with fire. They killed thousands of humans, staining the earth with their blood in the name of the fallen Fae we had lost.”

His words left you in awe, mouth hanging agape at all this new information you had been given. You knew well enough that the humans and Fae had their differences and that lives were lost, but never did you imagine that it was the humans that had started all of this, that had created a great divide between the two worlds. However, this didn’t help clear up anything for you, leaving many of your questions still unanswered.

“This history lesson isn’t telling me why you’ve taken me here? What does all this have to do with me?” You say, feeling breathless and more confused than ever with all that you know now.

The Fae male in front of you continued speaking, going on as if you hadn’t interrupted him with your questions.

“Horrified by both the actions of the humans and the other courts, the Winter, Autumn, Summer and Night Court took matters into their own hands to stop the killings, but to do so, we had to kill the High Fae of the remaining courts and the leaders of the humans that were against us. It was a terrible loss for both sides and left the courts divided and hateful towards one another. However despite whatever feelings we had towards each other, we all agreed that we never wanted something like this ever happening again. This is where the Treaty of Kordeva came in.”

At the mention of the treaty, your ears perked up, mind on full alert. Finally you were going to receive the answer you were looking for, but somewhere deep within you felt as thought the answer you would get would not be one that would do you any good. As if sensing the dread whorling within your stomach, the male Fale smirked, his lips curly wickedly at you and his hazel eyes swirling with sick mischief.

“This Treaty was our physical agreement not to cause harm to one another. A Fae man could not take or harm a human man and a human could not harm that of Fae. Simple rule, really. With this treaty we would both live in separate worlds, Fae living with their noses high and the humans surviving on their primitive wit and resources like the livestock they are from their side of the border,” his smirk grew at the sight of your scowling expression. You wished you could rip it off his face, the sound of tearing flesh and splattering blood  seeming a lot more bearable than his voice.

“But, there were repercussions if humans or Fae were to break the rule of this Treaty. For Fae, if we passed the border and had our fun with you humans, we would have our magic stripped and be felt for you to punish us how you see fit. This usually results in Fae being killed and thrown into the pits for us to rot and waste away. A horrific death, one not suitable for Fae. Imagine it, beautiful and dashing me being eaten down to the bone by a bunch of maggots, and I don’t mean you humans. Literal maggots.” Noticing that he was getting a bit sidetracked, he stopped himself before he could go on any further, rolling his shoulders as he let out a soft chuckle and running a hand through his auburn hair.

“Anyways, that was the punishment for Fae. As for humans, if you crossed the border, you will be punished as we see fit. Usually you would be taken to the High Council Court for examination and interrogation, but the High Council has been rather… busy lately. But luckily, you found me when you came stupidly bumbling through the woods, a member of the High Council who just so doesn’t happen to be busy and is in need of a new slave to play with. That was an awful lot of talking. I hope you’ve learned something from this, pet, because I won’t be repeating myself.” And with that, the male before you stood up, running a hand down the front of his wrinkle free tunic, movements calm and carefree as if what he had just told you held no real weight.

Well, to him, it didn’t. He didn’t care how this information affected you. To him, this was a sick form of entertainment, something to amuse him and satisfy his wretched desires. However, for you, this weighed down on you, pushing you into the dirt, flattening you bit by bit until it felt as though you couldn’t breathe. How could this have happened to you? How could you have made such a stupid mistake? All for a damn cat. You felt your knees buckle under you, your eyes widening and your lungs seeming to refuse oxygen. Your mind was vibrating in your head, the realization of your mistake and the consequences you had to suffer sinking into every fiber of your being.

You were to be his slave and there was nothing you could do about it. No one knew what had happened to you. No one knew where you were or how to find you. It was just you and this man… this monster.

The sound of a snap brought you back to your senses, gasping roughly as you finally took in a solid breath. Around you, the maids shuffled back into the room, clearing the plates and dishes and rushing then back through the large doors, leaving the room completely spotless as if their master hadn’t just been eating here. You wondered if you would become like them, trained so well through unknown methods that you would rush to the sound of a single snap. The fear of being stripped of everything that was you filled your body, making you close in on yourself as your body shivered. Would he make you wear a black mask too? Would it hurt when he merged it with your face? Would he take away your voice and polish you to be an obedient little thing for him to control? This was all too much for you, the weight of your fate crashing down on to you and making you sway forwards.

You would have welcomed the sensation of your skull bouncing against the cold, hard floor, but an arm had stopped you, pulling you into a sturdy, strong chest. Looking up, you expected to be met with the same hazel eyes that belonged to your new owner - your owner, the words were bitter in your mind, sour and dry - but instead, they were darker than his, almost black but just as piercing. Seeing them made your chest turn cold, body frozen as they bore down into you before looking toward the High Fae.

“What the fuck is this, Oikawa?” He asked, voice deep and intimidating. It shocked you to hear him speak in such a way to a High Fae. Was he on the same level as the other? Higher, perhaps?

“Well, if it isn’t you, Iwaizumi. Just in the nick of time too. What you have in your arms now is my new pet. Isn’t she just cute?” The mock playfulness in his voice was enough to sever you from your thoughts, anger bubbling in you once more, but it was snuffed out as soon as it had formed as the man holding you stared down at you once again, dark eyes giving you a once over before returning to the other male. No words left his mouth, but even you could tell he was clearly unamused by the other male’s words.

“No need to give me that face, Iwa. She is here on her own matters, so no need to get all grumpy,’’ Oikawa said as he sauntered over towards you both. He leaned down to be at eye level with you, smirk ready on his face. Slowly he raised his hand to grip your chin, his thumb gliding along your lower lip and laughing softly when you jerked free of his grip. “Since you have her, Iwa, why don’t you take her to the baths. Instruct the maids to clean her well and fit her into something comfortable to sleep in. She’ll need her energy.”

For a moment the man holding you - Iawaizumi - didn’t move, simply looking at the other male before huffing and turning on his heels, heading towards the door with you still in his arms. You tried to struggle against his hold, to somehow break free from him, but failed with each attempt. Whether it was due to his sheer strength or the black armor he wore, either assured that you would not be getting loose.

Silently, he carried you to the bath chambers where seven maids dressed exactly like the ones you had seen in the dinning were stood. If you didn’t know that they were actually people, you would have mistaken them for decoration. They didn’t move at all, stuck to the walls as if they had been nailed there. No heads turned to see who had come into the room, no hands raised to wave. They just stayed motionless and silent until Iwaizumi gave them the order to wash you.

All at once they came rushing to you, stripping you out of your clothes and pulling your hair from your ties. They paid no mind to if they hurt you or not, bodies simply doing what they could to get their task done. As you were pushed and shoved in every direction as they lead you to the bath, your eyes frantically looked for Iwaizumi, only to see the tails of his armor leave the bath chamber, the doors closing behind him and leaving you with seven sets of hands pushing you into a hot bath and scrubbing your body raw despite your pleas for them to stop.

By the time they were done with you, your body was rid of all the dirt and grime that had collected on you and you were placed in a room that locked from the outside. If you were being honest, it was the best bath you had ever gotten despite the pain of it all. It left you feeling like a new person for a moment, the night gray night dress they had put you in making you feel slightly exposed, but for a fleeing time you enjoyed the feeling, but it was soon replaced with dread and fear as you realized that this new person would be a High Fae’s slave, meant to follow orders and to be seen as nothing more than a statue that came to life upon a simple order.

This would be your new home now. These four dark walls would keep you trapped until your master had use for you. Feeling fatigue wash over you, you carried yourself to the bed that lay in the middle of the room. It was fitted with white blankets and a soft duvet and black pillows. It was the fanciest bed you had ever seen and you would have given anything in your past life to sleep in such a bed, but this bed belonged to your master. Your master that you did not want, that you never asked for. Despite your fatigue, you felt rage well up within you, clenching your fists and glaring at the bed before you.

You would be damned if you slept in this bed. You didn’t care what the treaty said, you would not be his to control. You would not silently take every order he would give you. You would not let him strip you of everything you are for his own gain. You would fight your way out of this, tooth and nail. It didn’t matter what you had to do or what you had to lose. If you died trying to escape, then that would be a fate better than what you would get living with him. Slowly, you lower yourself to the floor away from the bed, curling yourself into a small ball and resting your head on your hands as you closed your eyes, sleep taking over your mind and body.

You would find a way to get out of this, to be free of this and live your old life again. Even if you had to risk your own life… you would find a way.

[goforwardgreenwriter-blog]

The Worm Reads: The Assassin’s Blade, Ch 21-22

I got nothing lads. This book is draining me of my soul.

Celaena lay on her cloak, trying to imagine that the sand was her down mattress in Rifthold, and that she wasn’t completely exposed to the elements in the middle of the desert. The last thing she needed was to wake up with a scorpion in her hair.

Stop teasing me with ways to kill Celery’s ass off, SJM.

“I’ve got sand in every crevice of my body,” Celaena muttered, squirming as she felt it grind against her skin. (...) “Are you sure you’re Celaena Sardothien? Because I don’t think she’d actually be this fussy. I bet she’s used to roughing it.”

Holy shit, this is... self awareness? Ansel calling Celery out on being a useless dumbass? I am so baffled. Is SJM trolling us at this point, or does she just. genuinely not understand how terrible her characters are?

Ansel blathers on about the witches and their queens or whatnot, which just makes me yearn for the Manon POVs in E0S (the first half, anyways). I truly took them for granted :’(

Ansel let out a low hiss. “Some witches, like the Crochans, were gifted with ethereal beauty. But the Ironteeth Clans have iron teeth, sharp as a fish’s.

There’s that stupid fish teeth comparison again.  I have no problem with repeated phrases in a book series (as long as you know, they’re not repeated every other five pages in each book) but this is just... dumb.

Ansel says that one of her childhood friends was eaten by a witch when she was little, which is so boring and non-important I’m skipping it, then they go to sleep. The next morning they go to their destination which is in the market place.

Many people stopped to stare at her red hair and matching eyes, but Ansel took it in stride. Even without her armor, she was stunning. Celaena tried not to think about how few people bothered to notice her.

I don’t give a flying fuck about Celery’s feefees over not getting any special attention I do not!!!!! give a single fuck!!!!!!! I am going to rip this stupid book in half once I’m done reading it.

Ansel won’t let Celery actually go with her to meet with some dude, so she leaves her stranded in the middle of a busy marketplace. Lmao.

In Rifthold, she had a line of credit at all her favorite stores,

you fucking wot m8

There were a few hired guards standing around the covered wagon, and a tall, lean man stood behind the table displayed in front of it. But it wasn’t the guards or the man or his wagon that grabbed her attention. No, it was what was on his table that knocked the breath from her and made her curse her too-light money purse. Spidersilk.

Oh hey, that thing that was used later with the witches.... cool. I’ll take it over an asspull plot twist any day, tbh.

There were legends about the horse-sized stygian spiders that lurked in the woods of the Ruhnn Mountains of the north, spinning their thread for hefty costs. Some said they offered it in exchange for human flesh; others claimed the spiders dealt in years and dreams, and could take either as payment.

Damn, those giant spiders sound waaaay cooler than the shitty Fae in later novels. Why can’t this book be about them? Honestly, I ask myself that far too often when reading these novels.

Celery chats with the guy who has the Spidersilk and it’s just nothing worth noting, so I’m skimming through the details.

She raised her chin. “I turned seventeen two weeks ago.” And what a miserable birthday that had been. Trudging across the desert with no one to celebrate with except her recalcitrant guide, who just patted her shoulder when she announced it was her birthday. Horrible.

SJM expects me to feel sorry for this bitch. That’s cute.

The dude reveals that some of the silent assassins secretly work for Lord Berick.

But Celaena tucked the information away for later. Were some of the Silent Assassins actually working for Berick? Perhaps that was why Ansel had insisted on keeping the meeting so secret—maybe the Master didn’t want the names of the suspected traitors getting out.

So yeah, it’s pretty obvious Ansel is more than likely one of those traitors, but of course Celery doesn’t even consider this because of...reasons. Considering the possibility of such a thing would require for her brain to work, and as we all know, Celery doesn’t own a functioning brain.

Celery tells the guy to ask Arobynn for her if he ever needs her services, so he gives her some Spidersilk.

“A reminder of what?” She shut the lid and tucked the small box into the inner pocket of her white tunic. The merchant smiled sadly. “That everything has a price.” A phantom pain flashed through her face. “I know,” she said, and left.

Oh, it’s just like I’m a young teenager reading this for the first time puzzling over what this meant, not knowing the shitstorm that awaited me in later novels. Truly, they were easier times!

Ansel shows up later to drag Celery over to a pen where there are some horses. Apparently the horses belong to Lord Berick, so Ansel and Celery steal them and leave, ending the chapter. Very little is happening now, but I’ll take it over the pile of dogshit  that were the previous two chapters.

Next chapter, Ansel and Celery ride into the desert being chased by guards.

And just like that, the dunes parted to reveal the turquoise expanse of the Gulf of Oro. The cool sea breeze kissed her face, and Celaena leaned into it, almost moaning with pleasure.

Maybe a nitpick, but am I the only one completely weirded out when “moaning with pleasure” is used for shit like this? Like, when people describe a character moaning when they eat good food it’s so baffling to me because it’s giving me a mental image of sexual pleasure, but they’re just eating food?? Is Celery having an orgasm rn because there’s a cool breeze?

Ansel cut away, surging toward the dunes and the giant wall of rock that arose nearby. The Desert Cleaver, if Celaena knew her geography correctly—which she did, as she’d studied maps of the Deserted Land for weeks now.

I find it very hard to believe entitled Celery who thinks everything should just be handed to her on a silver platter would devote so much time to studying and working.

A narrow opening in the wall of red rock appeared, twisting away from sight. Ansel headed straight toward it. How dare she make such a reckless, stupid decision without consulting Celaena first?

You mean like Alien does later in E0S? Holy shit, this just emphasizes how little SJM plans things out for her books. Her characters actually lose development and intelligence as the series progresses. That is actually fucking hilarious and I’ve never seen the likes of it in any other shitty YA series. Holy smokes.

Though the guards still remained a good distance away, they were close enough for Celaena to see the weapons, including longbows, strapped to them.

But I bet they’re not going to use them, like the guards from E0S that didn’t use their crossbows, because of plot reasons.

They outrun the guards and Celery punches Ansel then they stop for the night. Lmao at how much shit was crammed in the previous chapters but these ones are just... nothing.

Apparently Ansel lied to the Mute Master about her backstory. Her old home was ravaged by some Lord Loch dude and all of her family was killed so she ended up training with the silent assassins for revenge or something. Ansel is just a not quite as shitty Celery clone, so I have little reason to care about her.

Celaena hadn’t realized she was crying until she tried to take a deep breath. Saying that she was sorry didn’t feel adequate. She knew what this sort of loss was like, and words didn’t do anything at all.

Oh my god fuck off Celery, Ansel isn’t telling you her backstory for you to feel sorry about your own poor feefees, literally no one gives a shit about you. Please, take a hike off the nearest cliff and spare me the agony of having to think about you anymore.

Celery and Ansel talk about how all men are evil and shit and then the chapter ends. Fuck this stupid fucking bullshit. This might actually be worse than E0S. That’s right, I said it, don’t @ me.

[holylangdon]

Flesh to Flesh [Winter Anderson x Reader]

Request: “Can you please pleaseee do a female reader where Winter sets up a bath for the reader like she did with Ally but winter ends up getting sexual with the reader?” - Anon

“i suck at writing, you’re amazing, winter smut pls” - Anon

“PLS write a winter anderson smut asap ahhhh i neeeeeed it rn” - Anon

“when r u posting winter smut!!!” - Anon

“Could you do romantic winter x fem!reader nsfw pls? ❤️👌” - Anon

“ohmygod winter smut plsssssss” - Anon

Warnings: SMUT, maybe a little OOC, fem!reader, lesbian!reader and lesbian!winter, fingering, mentions of Oz, probably more

Word Count: 1.1k 

A/N: Haha this is finally done… I screamed my way through the entire thing, so you guys best enjoy this. By the way, this was mostly written the day after episode four aired, so nothing from episode five/six is mentioned. Also, Y/H/C is your hair color.

MAJOR shoutout to @jana-banana-fana for helping me! Also whatever Anon came up with the title. 

(I grabbed this gif from Tumblr a few days ago, but didn’t save who it’s from! If this is yours, please let me know so I can give you credit!)

“It’s ready, babe.” Winter said, leaning against the pristine white door frame. She had taken her black top off, a white crop top underneath. You could easily see her dark bra through the thin fabric as she walked closer to you, small spots of water littering her body. Her hands were wet from where she had stirred the water. Giving her a small smile, you could tell that she knew you were uneasy about the whole situation. “Come on.”

“Are you sure we should be doing this? It’s not our house.” You said quietly, standing up from the plush chair in the bedroom. Even with your doubts, you followed your girlfriend into the master bathroom.

“They’ll never know.” She replied. “I promise. Y/N. And Oz won’t know, either. He’s asleep down the hall.”

She let you glance around the large bathroom for a moment before speaking up again, this time to let you know that she was going to check on Oz. Oz was the son of the two wives that live in the house, the child Winter nannied full-time. You had met him a few times before, and he liked you a lot, but after he caught the two of you in a passionate makeout session in the kitchen a few nights ago, Winter had decided that it was best if you snuck in at night from then on. Kids do have a habit of telling their parents things they’re not supposed to, after all. That’s how you ended up here, at the Mayfair-Richards house at nine-thirty in the night.

You began to strip yourself of your clothes as she walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind her. You glanced around the bathroom for a moment before stepping into the tub. There was a large, marble fireplace directly in front of you, and double sinks across from it. There were several bottles and jars spread around the counter, and a small, near-empty clothes hamper in the corner. You couldn’t help but wonder what was in the jars, though.

Winter was right, you had noticed. The bath she had drawn was, in fact, perfect, and soon enough, you had almost fallen asleep. This was so, so much better than taking your finals at Vassar. When your girlfriend had taken a break to campaign for Hillary, she tried her best to get you to go with her, but you opted to finish the year there and visit her on school holidays. Luckily, there was a free week just in time after the election, so you had postponed finals to see her. After all, she’s the only thing keeping you sane during this time. Hell, she had slowly become the only person you could tolerate anymore.

“See? It’s nice.” Suddenly, as you opened your eyes, Winter sat beside you on the lip of the tub. “Are you feeling better?”

Nodding, you lean forward, closer to her. “How are you always right?”

With a slight smile, she laughs lightly, pushing her sleeves up her arms. It was mere seconds before her lips were pressed to yours, her hands working their way into your soft, Y/H/C hair. Her silver ponytails were draped over her shoulders, nearly dipping into the water as she removed one hand, sneakily moving to cup your breast.

“You’re so good,” She whispered, gently pulling away from you. “so good for me, aren’t you?” 

You were silent as her hand fell downwards, breathing heavily from anticipation. “God, I don’t deserve you.” You whined, letting her hand caress your thigh under the bubbly, light pink water. Neither of you could see under it, but Winter didn’t need to. She had learned your body better than she knew the back of her own hand, always. 

“Mm, you’re wrong.” Her voice was rich with lust, smooth as velvet. Winter’s eyes were dark as she stared at you through her long lashes, licking her berry-colored lips in one swift move. “Let me prove it, how much you deserve me, baby.” 

You couldn’t help but let your head fall back against the bathtub as her hand crept closer and closer to your aching heat. Suddenly, she pulled away, quickly beginning to remove her white top. Eagerly, you moved to help her, but she shooed you away. She was left in her lacy black bra, which you had previously been gifted glances of through the thin fabric. 

Moments later, she resumed her actions, allowing you to melt into her once more. Moving faster this time, she studied your face as two of her long, slender fingers slipped into you with ease. You moaned out rather loudly at the sudden gesture, but she quickly hushed you.

“Oz, quiet.” Winter told you, her thumb sweeping over that bundle of nerves she was so fond of. She was able to find your sweetest spot with one small thrust of her hand, encouraging you to move one of yours to grasp her ponytail, ensuring that she stayed near that spot. She hummed quietly, instructing you to keep hold. 

It wasn’t long before you were a panting mess in front of her. “God, Winnie! Shit…” You were barely able to speak as you felt yourself squirm beneath her touch. “I’m so close!”

As soon as you uttered those words, it hit you. Your thighs snapped closed around your girlfriend’s hand and your fingers tugged onto her silver locks so firmly that you were certain she was in pain, but neither of you cared. She rode you through your orgasm before letting the tub begin to drain, standing up. 

Grabbing the fluffy, pink towel from the fireplace, she helped you up, wrapping it around you with care. You weren’t certain you’d be able to walk properly as you stepped out of the porcelain, letting her lead you. 

“Stay here. Your clothes are in the wash, you can wear one of Ivy’s old shirts or something until they’re done.” Winter opened drawer after drawer as you laid on the king-sized bed to recover, finally coming to you with a large, black t-shirt branded with the Butchery on Main logo. You slipped it over your body easily, letting her dry your hair with the towel. “Here, I almost forgot.” She smirked, quickly walking to her bag. Revealing a pair of dark red knee socks, Winter sighed happily. 

“Have I told you how much I love you lately?” You asked, resting your head on her narrow shoulder. 

“Mm, I’m pretty sure I love you more.” 

[isempiterna]

REALLY LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY. RULES.  Repost, don’t  reblog! tag  10  ! good luck! TAGGED.  @starryeyecl  TAGGING. who of my followers haven’t been tagged yet, I tag u

GOTTA DO BOTH GIRLS CAUSE I LOVE OVERSHARING INFORMATION !!!!

the following information is for the verse YELLOW ROSE. information differs by a little or a lot depending on verse

FULL NAME: Lark Maureen Tempest ∬ Sparrow Grace Weave NICKNAME // ALIAS: HILARIOUS STORY TIME Lark used to introduce herself all the time as “Lark, but you can call me Temmy if you want” and nobody would call her Temmy sdhfdskfslhf  ∬  one of her friends calls her Spar sometimes AGE:  26 ∬ 20 BIRTHDAY:  November 26 (1991) ∬ February 20 (1997) ETHNIC GROUP: European mix (Irish-French, German-Polish-Danish) ∬ European mix ? (Irish-French, British-Indian) NATIONALITY: American LANGUAGE/S: English ∬ English, very limited Spanish SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ∬ asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic ∬ demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single CLASS: middle class / lower middle HOMETOWN/AREA: I just stick em places CURRENT HOME: ┐(ツ)┌ PROFESSION: café owner ∬ student

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: white-blonde, practically white ∬ black EYES: copper brown ∬ light blue FACE: heart ∬ peach LIPS: pouty, rather pink ∬ soft, dark cherries COMPLEXION: European, tans easily ∬ fair, smooth BLEMISHES: beauty marks! one at the inner corner of her eye (left), one at the bottom of her mouth (left), two on her cheek (right) ∬ none SCARS: a few here and there TATTOOS: none HEIGHT: 5′2″ ∬ 5′3″ WEIGHT: ~116 lbs ∬ ~106 lbs BUILD: hourglass, strong, compact ∬ pear, slender, toned FEATURES: major resting bitch face, can’t tell if eyes are bored or bedroom, STRONG ARMS ∬ delicate, almost a sense of ethereal beauty? bordering on creepy, hidden strength

ALLERGIES: none USUAL HAIR STYLE: casual ponytail, messy bun, whatever it’s called when you fold your hair up with a big hair clip?? ∬ down, easily hides her face when necessary, ponytail for running USUAL FACE LOOK: resting bitch, politely waiting for...something?, clear gaze ∬ thoughtful, mild to intense interest in whatever she’s looking at  USUAL CLOTHING: comfy, loose  ∬ simple, comfortable, subtly stylish

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: losing Sparrow, losing her father ∬ losing her loved ones, what happened in elementary/middle/high school coming back to haunt her in college ASPIRATION/S: take care of her sister FOREVER ∬ get a degree that will help her help people (nursing? doctor? therapist? environmentalist? ??) POSITIVE TRAITS: honest, easy to talk to, very aware of her emotions, can let go of grudges ∬ good listener, friendly, supportive, forgiving, pacifist, Mom Friend NEGATIVE TRAITS: immediately dislikes you if you look at Sparrow funny, doesn’t always lose her temper but when she DOES, doesn’t know how to pull her punches, god her plastic smiles are the most annoying thing in the world, possibly too honest  ∬ doesn’t think of her own well-being in the least, can’t stand up for herself, highly manipulable, apologizes for everything, gives way too many chances (as in she never stops giving u another chance) ZODIAC: Sagittarius ∬ Pisces (Aquarius-Pisces cusp) TEMPERAMENT: sanguine  ∬ phlegmatic SOUL TYPE/S: warrior ∬ ghdvkhldlf couldn’t take the quiz again but I’d guess server (maybe she coulda been an artist if I hadn’t fucked w things ( ᐛ ) ) VICE HABIT/S: using force when frustrated, cheat day every day?  ∬ apathy towards herself, unnecessary guilt, keeping secrets VIRTUES/VICES: kindness & wrath ∬ patience (and also liKE ALL OF THEM AAAA) & ........maybe like sloth...about herself.....emotionally....... FAITH: Lark has faith in herself hghdksvh ∬ Sparrow has faith in the good of others GHOSTS?: maybe a little but probably not ∬ who knows, why not? AFTERLIFE?: nope ∬ maybe, who knows REINCARNATION?: god she wants to be Sparrow’s sister foREVER ∬ maybe, who knows? ALIENS?: why not ∬ w h o  kn o w s ? POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: democratic-leaning ∬ democratic-leaning or third party EDUCATION LEVEL: college graduate (4 years) ∬ currently in college

FAMILY.

FATHER: Lionel Tempest ∬ Chandler Weave MOTHER: Phoenix Burke SIBLINGS: Sparrow ∬ Lark  EXTENDED FAMILY: uugh I don’t wanna write all this out but Phoenix has a p big family and Lionel has a huge family and Chandler also has a pretty extensive family that he’s largely estranged from NAME MEANING/S: Lark as in the bird ∬ Sparrow as in the bird HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: BIRDS

FAVORITES.

BOOK: the poetry book Sparrow got her ∬ just one favorite?? MOVIE: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (lotta fond nostalgia) ∬ prolly watches a lot of foreign films? not really a fan of violence 5 SONGS: JUST 5 ??? HOLIDAY: 4th of July bc FIREWORKS  ∬ Christmas bc she can give gifts to ppl MONTH: July ∬ late September/early October SEASON: SUMMER ∬ fall and winter and actually spring and heck why not summer too PLACE: wherever her sister is ∬ home, her uncle’s library (visited once when she was very young, still dreams about it) WEATHER: SUMMER NIGHT ∬ mild autumn day, early winter morning SOUND: the crackle of fireworks and fizz of sparklers; ice cracking; distant traffic; Sparrow singing when no one can hear her; the thump of sand-filled canvas; bird wings ∬ snow falling; Lark idly playing the piano; footsteps on carpet; 3am thunder over the mountains; wind chimes and bells and glass tinkling and music boxes SCENT/S: summer air, heavy and humid; smoke (fireworks, campfire); hot spring waters; lilacs ∬ books and paper and binding glue; evergreen trees and juniper berries; the first breath of a cold day; healthy earth and roots and sun-warmed leaves; graphite and fresh ink TASTE/S: orange soda, carbonates; smooth coffee; light, crunchy snacks ∬ fresh fruits and vegetables; colloidal silver; water after a long run; raspberry chocolate FEEL/S: warmth, solid or soft or just the air pressing around; post-workout, heavy muscles but light on the inside, sweet oxygen and satisfaction; cool piano keys and worn foot pedals ∬ sunlight on window seats; scritta paper; winter’s chill; downy blankets and a warm mug; runner’s high ANIMAL/S: KOALAS ∬ so many?? NUMBER: uh ∬ prolly like 3 or smth COLORS: yellow ∬ soft blue and peach

EXTRA.

TALENTS: piano, kick boxing, Worst puns, keeping a straight face ∬ violin, bullet journaling, painting/ink drawing, cooking, running, creative and harmless pranks BAD AT: being patient, cooking, not starting fights with people who are mean to her sister ∬ speaking up for herself, cutting toxic people out of her life, arguing, jokes and sarcasm TURN-ONS: strong people, cute girls, people with secrets, soulful singers ∬ she’s so confused TURN OFFS: too many secrets, dismissive of Sparrow, BAD teeth, narcissism ∬ are u making her uncomfortable?  HOBBIES: kick boxing, piano, talking about her sister ∬ reading, journaling, painting/drawing, running, violin TROPES:  Action Girl, Plucky Girl, Beauty Mark(s), Cool Big Sis, Daddy’s Girl, DEADPAN SNARKER ∬ Sibling Yin-Yang ∬ Actual Pacifist, Shrinking Violet, The Heart, Friendless Background, Feminine Women Can Cook, Nature Lover AESTHETIC TAGS: coffee n shit, fireworks, summery things, bikes maybe?, that’s yellow, this looks like Sparrow ∬ books, journals, art stuff, blue, snow maybe, skies I guess, pretty things GPOY QUOTES: “When the guys call you bro” ∬ “When you think something’s nice but nobody else does” 

FC INFO.

MAIN FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ALT FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ┐(ツ)┌ OLDER FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ YOUNGER FC/S: ┐(ツ)┌ VOICE CLAIM/S: me, actually, when I channel Lark (?? it’s weird) ∬ Liv Tyler GENDERBENT  FC/S: u think i got time for that

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: hfskdghsdf I’d prolly end up calling it smth rly edgy and dumb like “Forbidden” or “The Blue Rose Girl” which doesn’t even sound edgy it just sounds dumb. black and white might be cool, or sort of a faded color? maybe it would go from black and white to color. it would be about the blue rose verse and the consequences they face bc of Lark’s actions and maybe Sparrow was better off staying dead? the folly of the heart type thing I’m tired can u tell

Q2: what would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2: pls don’t do this to me rn I’M WORKING ON IT

Q3: why did you start writing this character?        

A3: it all started w Sparrow. actually it all started with BJDs. I did a faceup and was like “cool who’s this” and thought Sparrow Weave was a cool name and literally started rping her with just a name and a face long story between that n this, but I decided Sparrow needed a sister bc of long story, and a lark was a bird and tempest was sort of the opposite of weave? why did they have to be opposite? Lark totally changed as a character tho originally she was super happy-go-lucky and bouncy and cheerful all the time but then I started to rp her and she was like “MOVE bitch get out the way”

Q4: what first attracted you to this character?          

A4: ?? her name was Sparrow and she looked nice with dead flowers and I threw her into the fray. she grew to be beautiful and extremely damaged. Lark tho, I really liked how she kicked my ass and did her own thing

Q5: describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.          

A5: just cause I know all their flaws doesn’t mean I dont love them for it

Q6: what do you have in common with your muse?          

A6: Sparrow and I are super squishy and people-pleasers and like books and art, and Lark and I get waaaaay over protective of people and have similar taste in puns, although I’m never confident enough to say any of mine

Q7: how does your muse feel about you?          

A7: Sparrow would like me, I’d remind Lark of Sparrow until she found out I’m the cause of her suffering?? then I would cease to exist down to the last atom

Q8: what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?        

A8: this is going to sound horrible but I have this weird fascination with Sparrow in unhealthy relationships. she’s extremely manipulable but she’s also aware of that? so she might be onto you the whole time but why is she going along with it why does she have so much faith in you what are you going to do. LARK AND HER ENEMIES HALSKFHDKFSH

Q9: what gives you inspiration to write your muse?        

A9: Lark writes herself, Sparrow’s more shy but I know her. if I see or think of anything that reminds me of her I remember everything she’s ever done and I fall in love again. I never lose muse just the ability/focus to make the words go

Q10: how long did this take you to complete?          

A10: fuck ass long I stayed up way too lat workin on it, went back and edited/added more information to parts so it made more sense today, STILL WORKING ON THEIR PLAYLISTS but yeah this was fun!

[hellfire-damnation]

*PERSONAL DETAILS

Nicknames? Sav, Nan, Nannie, Savage (that one was once but it was hilarious)

Where do you live? Good ol’ California

What’s your age? 20 soon to be 21

Hair color? Lightish brown/dirty blonde? Depends on how much I’m in the sun.

Eye color? Green; occasionally yellow when they like to be weird

Height? 5’3”

Date of Birth? 08 January 1997

What’s your star sign? Capricorn

Element? Earth

How many siblings? nada

How many pets? Two; a doggo named Zeus and a kitty name Quinn. Until a year ago I had four doggos and two kitties but they were all rather old..

Obsessions? Writing. Maaaybe Tom Cavanagh but I haven’t decided on that one yet :P

Bad habits? I talk back/am sarcastic af when i probs shouldn’t be; constantly second guessing myself

Phobias? Heights man. Fuck heights.

*ABOUT YOU

What makes you happy? My family.

What really irritates you? People who are rude fuckers that don’t acknowledge that I (or someone my age) has experience and know what they’re speaking about. Also just. Rude people in general?

What makes you sad? Seeing people who have been discarded by society when they need help and cannot get it.

What makes you angry? Disrespect, misogyny….quite a few things but I can’t think of them all.

What makes you scared? Losing the people I love.

Who is your best friend? I have two, both of which I’ve known for almost ten years. The one, a guy, I’ve been friends with for about six or seven years. The other is a girl who I’ve known for approximately five.

Ever broken a bone? Surprisingly no.

What was the last CD you bought? Uhhhhhhhh Mumford and Sons I think?

What was the last book you read? Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero

Who was the last person you spoke to? My best friends

What was the last thing you ate? Pasta

What was the last thing you drank? Coffee

What’s the best thing you’ve ever bought? A computer for school (bc first big girl purchase)

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever bought? tbd

What’s the best thing you’ve ever been given? A 2nd edition of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy is the first thing that comes to mind

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever been given? ....gag gifts are pretty awful

What are your future goals? Teach

Describe your bedroom? Decently sized, though not huge. I like to call it cozy. Light blue walls with a map on one side along with wall accents. A window on the right wall with some shelves

Who do you consider the most beautiful woman in the world? Tbh Gal Gadot or Scarlett Johansson

Who do you consider the most handsome man in the world? Tom Cavanagh ranks pretty high up there tbh

Favorite thing to do on a hot summers day? Swim, read a book, or have a picnic

Favorite thing to do on a snowy winters day? Curl up with a fluffy blanket, a cup of hot chocolate or coffee, and read my favorite book

If you were granted 3 wishes, what would they be? tbd

If you could go back in time to see or change something, when would it be and what would you do? I would definitely go back to the middle ages (bc like. King Arthur is my shit and uh I would kill to see the factual side of that legend).

What’s the first thing you think about when you wake up? Stress

Do you believe in the afterlife? Yeah I do

Where do you see yourself in 10 years time? Hopefully with a steady job, an apartment, and animals

What’s the funniest joke you’ve ever been told? ...people don’t really tell me jokes

Any hidden talents? I can get a perfect score on the Guitar Hero version of Black Magic Woman, if you consider that a hidden talent??

Dream job? Researcher for a private institution or as a history professor for my area of specialty

Who is your hero? My grandpa

Describe yourself in 3 words: Stubborn, Curious, and

*FAVORITES

Favorite color? Blue, green, or yellow i can never choose

Favorite number? Any odd number tbh

Favorite animal? Caribou (or dogs)

Favorite sport (to play)? Baseball

Favorite sport (to watch)? Baseball/hockey

Favorite Show(s)? Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Supernatural, CSI

Favorite movies? The Lion King (tbh like 99% of Disney movies)

Favorite band? Mumford and Sons

Favorite song? Rn its Let You Down by NF

Favorite room in the house? My room.

Favorite food? Pasta.

Favorite drink? Coffee. I literally could not brain w/o it.

Favorite place? tbd

Favorite cartoon character? Basil (Great Mouse Detective), Simba, Tramp, Snow White...probs more but I can’t think rn

Favorite day of the week? Friday tbqh

Favorite day of the year? Any day when I am happy?

Favorite season? FALLLLL

Favorite Holiday? Christmas bc presents/birthday right after/family

Favorite girls name?Freyja.

Favorite boys name? Lincoln.

Favorite country? France or Gerrmany.

Favorite smell? Cinnamon and vanilla or the smell after it rains

Favorite sound? The crackling of fire wood

Favorite accent? UGHHHH tbh Russian or German or Australian

Favorite Ships (in or out of BDRP)? I am not gonna list them all bc I am multishipper trash but JUST KNOW there are a lot.

Favorite Fandoms? motherfrick...Supernatural, Harry Potter, and The Flash/Legends of Tomorrow are some of my biggest but I have quite a few...

*PREFERENCES

Coke or Pepsi? Neither. That shit is nasty.

Pen or Pencil? The pen.

Day or Night? Midmorning or just before dusk.

Cat or Dog? Both. Equal opportunity for cuddles.

Summer or Winter? Winter. You can get warmer faster than you can cool down. Plus CA summers are miserable.

T.V. or Radio? Radio.

Brains or Beauty? You can be both smart and beautiful.

Cup or Mug? ...mug?

Tea or Coffee? Coffee

Gold or Silver? Silver

Brush or Comb? I don’t use a comb so brush.

City or Country? Country. God I hate how crowded cities are.

Early or Late riser? Early bird man.

Blond or Brunette? Either.

Scary or Romantic movies? Tbh most romantic movies are lowkey scary bc the tropes they perpetuate are everywhere but ANYWAY. Depends on the scary movie.

Board or Computer games? Board games, actually.

Half full or Half empty? Half full.

Happy and poor or Sad and rich? Happy and poor, always.

Glasses or Contacts? Glasses

Flowers or Chocolates? Chocolate. You can’t eat flowers.

Love or Money? Love

Hugs or Kisses? Both duh