#orginial writing

[sicktember]

In anticipation of the questions to come, we would like to go ahead and clarify the prompt ‘Pulling a Ferris Bueller’ for anyone who may not understand the reference. 

Pulling a Ferris Bueller is a pop culture reference born from the 1986 American teen comedy, Ferris Bueller's Day off.’ In the film, the titular character, Ferris Bueller, not for the first time, decides he wants to skip school. It’s a nice day and he’d like to go to Chicago with his best friend and girlfriend. He devises a complicated plan that starts with faking sick, after which he goes to great lengths to avoid being caught. These lengths include (but aren’t limited to) telling plenty of lies, creating an elaborate setup to make it appear he’s never left his bed, borrowing an expensive car and later rolling the odometer back, and hacking school records. This all becomes especially humorous as the school’s dean becomes increasingly desperate to prove that Ferris is continually absent despite the perfect attendance that had been recorded.  While out and about the trio hit several comical snags and engaged in a great deal of banter. During the film, Ferris often breaks the fourth wall to explain his choices and thought processes.

Basically, the saying, 'Pulling a Ferris Bueller' usually means faking sick to skip school/work for no reason other than to have a good time. As a trope, it tends to lean more heavily into the movie's plot and themes. You can use Either! ... or Neither!

Below, you'll find some resources to help you better understand the movie this prompt refers to. Or, you can swap this one out for one of the provided alternate prompts!

Resources ⬇

Official Trailer [Youtube.com]

Short Clip or Ferris' Sneaky Setup [Youtube.com]

Extensive Summary [Gradesaver.com]

Wiki Page [Wikipedia.og]

Tropes within the Trope [allthetropes.org]

[lixenn]

I FIGURED OUT WHAT THE CD SHORTHAND STANDS FOR!!!

[theverumproject]

Unusual Association Tag!

Thank you for the tag @nczaversnick

Rules: Pick an OC and describe what you associate with them in each category

This one's gonna be for Arushi from The Robotic Era!

Seasoning: Something spicy

Weather: Rain

Color: Brown

Sky: The Red Sky in the Early Morning

Magic power: To see the past

Plant: Tall jungle tree

Weapon: Knives and a bow

Social media: Own website

Make up: None (or black eyeliner)

Candy: Something sweet and natural

Fear: That somebody will try to do something to her again. That the people she fights against will go after her family.

Method of long distance travel: Walking

Art style: With a pencil, realistic.

Stationary: A notebook and pencil

Celestial body: Red dwarf

D&D class: Rogue (Assassin Rogue)

Open tag!

[artunderwraps]

ok so i was sorting through my binder from eighth grade and i found something very important

(yakkos world style narratoon) and now, the reasons why homework sucks, presented to you by me!

(written by my group and yours truly, sing this to the tune of old macdonald)

Homework all day is the worst,

Free me from this curse!

It always messes with my sleep,

Every night it hurts!

A question here

a question there

Here a question

there a question

Everywhere a question!

I wish homework dissappeared,

Every year its worse!

I'm sleep deprived and not okay,

free me from this curse!

I cannot take it anymore,

every night it hurts!

A minute's passed

ten minute's passed,

How long will this homework last?

I wish homework dissappeared,

EVERY YEAR ITS WORSE!

(yiu need to scream that last part its very important emphasis matteres)

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

Creating characters is tricky because what happens when you create the most scrumptious woman on earth? The biggest, strongest, meanest, most violent and repressed woman on earth? What, do you just fall in love then? SHES NOT REAL AND I AM SUPPOSED TO LIVE A NORMAL LIFE WITHOUT HER NOW? HUH?!

[lesinquietes]

Is robw Levi going to be primarily a psychological horror type Yandere, or will we see force/physical violence against the reader as well 🤔

Yeah, there’s definitely going to be physical force, as well. He’s got PTSD and he’s in an era where men don’t talk about their feelings arguably, we’re still in that era irl. I don’t want to overdo it, but expect some violence down the line; especially if/when reader gets privy to Levi’s games. I’m kind of on the fence about having her be totally oblivious because fear, abandonment issues, and trauma. I’ve never really written a reader perspective like that before and I kind of enjoy it 😅 but I’m also leaning towards having the reader come to her senses and just fucking overreact about everything Levi’s done. And of course, that’s where the physicality would come into play.

[writteninthesewalls28]

Secrets

A "family" one shot

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 10 prompt. It‘s also a one shot to my fanfiction series "family".

Summary: Milly and Calum already have been dating for a few years but the public does not know about it, until Calum does a live stream…

Warnings: Curse words, mentions of death, not proof read

He finally hit the ´live´ button on his phone. His first instagram live without his bandmate around felt really strange to Calum, but it wouldn´t be too bad, right? The band had the best fans in the world anyways.

In the background he could hear Milly organizing the kitchen from their earlier cooking date, which had been a lot of fun and is a good way to cheer her up, especially during these hard times.

He just hoped his phone audio wouldn´t be as good so the fans heard the dishes being put away and asked why there was someone in his house. Thing is, apart from their close friends, no one knew about Milly´s and Calum´s relationship, they actually were able to keep it a secret for the last 2 years (his bandmates were pretty jealous), which hopefully would stay like that for a little longer, so they could enjoy the peace of this beautiful relationship.

"Hello everyone! He greeted the viewers who increased minute by minute.

He really hoped this was a good idea. He wasn´t as comfortable as Ashton to speak in front of so many people, especially when it was over livestream. People always recorded these and he´d probably never understand the reason behind that.

"Just thought, I´d do a little stream for you guys and maybe play you a few songs on my guitar." he lifted the guitar lying on the sofa next to him up and held it into the phone camera so people can see it. "Sounds good?" he asked, obviously not expecting a response, he was just talking to a camera.

Calum softly started playing the first few chords of the song "Amnesia" and the instagram live chat went crazy.

He was always happy to know they love that song as much as he loves it.

He still heard Milly walking around in the kitchen, switching light on and off and clearing out the dishwasher, but thankfully no one seemed to notice.

I wish I could wake up with amnesia and forget about these stupid little things.

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you and the memories I never can escape

´Cause I´m not fine at all.

Calum sang, closing his eyes and blocking out everyone including his thoughts. He just felt the song and the soft guitar notes. He was one with the music.

The moment he was finished and opened his eyes up again, he was pushed back into reality with the phone in front of his face, in some ways recording him.

"That´s one of my favorite songs… do you have any, I could possibly play for y´all? He asked the audience, but couldn´t even read the comments as quickly as they went by.

So Calum just played a few chords on the guitar and the audience seemed to be rather satisfied with that as well.

Ashton had been right, they just want to see them, the fans literally needed nothing more.

But suddenly, he heard Milly´s voice. "Hold on, are you writing a song?"

Oh no.

No, no, no, no, no.

He already saw the immediate comments on instagram. "Who was that?!" "Guys, wasn´t that the voice of Louis Tomlinson´s sister?" "Does Calum have a new girlfriend?" "No, please don´t tell me that is his new girl?" Were just some of them.

Should he just ignore it and try continuing the livestream?

"No, I´m doing an instagram live." It didn´t matter now anyways. Better correct headlines, instead of a bunch of rumours, right?

He turned his head to the direction he heard Milly´s voice and looked into a very shocked and somewhat disappointed face.

She felt so guilty. Oh no.

"Wanna meet my girlfriend?" he asked towards the phone and got thousands of "yessss" comments as a responds.

Calum waved to Milly, who shook her head, she wanted to do anything, but totally not being on a social media livestream. She hated being recorded as much as he did. "Come on, they wanna meet you!" He encouraged her and Milly finally made a step forward.

The fans could see them together.

They were together, a couple.

It was no secret anymore.

It just hit Calum like a bucket with iced water was just emptied over his head.

They were no longer in private. He just prayed, the fans and the media wouldn´t hate on his precious girl. Because if so, he´d try and murder them with his own hands, no one hurted her feelings.

"Heyy!" Milly said, giving the phone, and with that thousands of fans, a shy wave with her left hand.

-------------------------------------

Calum played a few more songs for them, before shutting the live down and immediately going upstairs to find Milly. She escaped right after she had her appearance.

"Sweetie? Are you somewhere up here?" He asked, hoping to get a response from her. They had quite many room on the second floor, finding her would take some time, considering that the rooms are rather big as well.

"Yup, here…" he heard his girlfriend voice coming from either the bathroom or the bedroom.

So he checked both and finally found her lying on their shared bed in the bedroom.

"Heyyy…." he said, crawling onto the bed so he could lie next to her and stroke through her blonde hair, his favorite gesture. "It´s okay, they were gonna find out eventually.." he tried comforting her, knowing that it would not help. Milly hated herself for being such a perfectionist sometimes.

"But- all that happened just because I thought you were writing a song! As if that would´ve really been the case…" She felt so down and he could understand it so well. She thought she ruined everything.

"Look, maybe I was really writing a song, how about that?" Because it was the truth. He actually had been trying to write a song just for her for the past few months, but wasn´t completely finished with it, till he played this random melody on the live earlier, just seconds before Milly asked the question that revealed their secret.

"Wait- what?!" she asked, being adorably confused.

"Yeah, I´ve been writing a song for you during the past few months, I´m gonna include the short thing you heard earlier in the song… before you ask though, you cannot listen to it now, I´m not finished yet." He responded, giving her a small smile. "You good though? Please don´t be too hard on yourself, Milly. It isn´t worth it."

And with that they hugged for a while, before going back down into the living room to spend some time together.

[lemon-bath-bomb]

Me: Begging my characters to cooperate for at most 10 minutes.

My Characters:

[chapterbychapterstories]

Hero x Villain Reports

This is part of a larger story. Here is the link to Chapter 1

23041551010

Date: 23.04.30

23041551010 code name Weapon

Captured in streets of layer 21 appears to have been born in Queens year 15.

Power: Weapon Creation

Weakness: Untrained

Personality: None

Appearance: Skin unnatural, Hair unnatural, Eyes unnatural. Unkept.

Assessment: Subject exterminated 3 drones during capture. Subject has not spoken. This evaluator highly recommends the subject for the Hero Program.

Signed

12050005048

Date: 18.03.38

23041551010

Power: Weapon Creation

Weakness: Must be trained on weapons created.

Personality: Quiet, gentle, and protective of peers. Aggressive and dangerous to authority. 

Appearance: Skin white, Hair black, Eyes black. 

Assessment: Subject must be exterminated immediately. Subject has been through Reprograming but still hasn’t changed.

Signed

23041551063

Date: 26.05.39

23041551063

Let it be known on the record of warnings put forth by this evaluator. This evaluator is free for questions about the subject if asked.

Signed

23041551063

[elfboyeros]

Class Morganite

Read the First Chapter or Read Other things in other places with the help of this

Life feels faster since getting a tour of the college, despite Rowan not really doing a lot, the week and a half have seemed to just fly by. 

Although the world around them seemed stressed, Indigo especially. Everything was secretive and hidden in whispers, Indigo was hiding in her home library carrying around a notepad or her laptop and being oddly quiet. It was or rather seemed to be all for the new year’s orientation.

Casper and Sloan came to visit, during the past week and half, mostly to see how Rowan was doing, but there was a moment where Sloan and Indigo stepped outside and talked for a rather long time. It felt odd, not knowing what was really going on, but it was also none of Rowan’s business.

Today is no different from the recent oddness, “What’s with the outfit?” the teen asked, walking in the foyer of Indigo’s home, seeing the woman dressed in a very formal outfit.

She’s in a floor-length turtleneck dress with an attached long cape, all white with golden accents. All with the addition of gold and expensive jewelry from her own personal collection.

“These are outfitting that college staff and council members have to wear to events and when we have meetings,” Indigo answered, she sounded tired which complemented the bags under her eyes.

“I thought the college’s colors were red and brown,” Rowan pondered.

“I have wondered the same thing,” Calvin chuckled, walking into the room, wearing an outfit that is more of the same, yet more masculine, more of a 3-piece white suit with a large suit coat, “As far as I know it’s just tradition.”

“Damn it,” Indigo muttered, before turning from the mirror she was in front of to look at Calvin, “Grenade, can you go get my necklace, please?”

He smiled at her, holding up her necklace, that black chained pendant with a heart-shaped ruby stone, “Already have it,” he replied as he took a place behind her, and latched her necklace around her neck.

“What’s so important about that necklace?” Rowan asked innocently, “You’re never without it.”

Indigo smiled, “It was a gift from my parents, but it also symbolizes my right in my family home,” she answered, “Child of house ruby, the stone that represents the Corals family who are descended from France.”

“All the “high nobility” houses are symbolized by gemstones, just like the classes,” Calvin explained, when Rowan looked at them confused.

“Oh, speaking of necklaces!” Indigo interjected before running off and reentering the room a few moments later, “I found this among some more of your mother’s things I had hidden away,” she started, looking down at an item in her hands, “You can have all the stuff I re-found, most of it is books and such- anyway! I want to give you this now.”

The French woman handed Rowan a velvet necklace box, watching them mostly excitedly open revealing a golden necklace, with a gold-plated circular ornament hanging from it, with a bouquet of marigolds engraved on the adornment, “It was a gift from your father to your mother, and it’s only right that you have it now.”

“Thank you,” Rowan croaked, “Thank you so much.”

The two of them shared a hug, “We need to get going,” Indigo mentioned.

Rowan and Calvin nodded before leaving their home and setting off to the college. The campus was full, not only of students, but eccentric staff members, all adorned in similar formal white and gold outfits. Stopping at the auditorium doors, fully open showcase many booths for the club, class, and pathway exhibit part of the orientation.

“We’ve got to split, kid. Why don’t you go look at the exhibits?” Calvin commented, “Maybe even make a friend or two?”

“I don’t see that happening,” Rowan retorted with a sad chuckle, "People and I don't really mix well."

“Try anyway, jellyfish,” Indigo yawned in a sad tone before she and Calvin walked out of view.

The college’s auditorium is full of a large range of unique individuals. Some looked human – whether they were or not was a different story – others were not of the human variety, that much was obvious by their insect, animal, arachnid, or “monster” appearances. Everyone is at booths or socializing, seeing friends after the winter break, or learning about the college and one of its three pathways.

It’s all a bit overwhelming.

“Maverick, look look, over there! Isn’t that who was with Calvin the other day?”

“I think so… they look lost.”

“Why don’t we go say hi.”

“Georgia, I don’t know if that is a good idea.”

“I’m gonna do it!”

Rowan hadn’t really moved since entering the hall, only moving aside so others could get past them. Then there was a tap on their shoulder that made them jump and turn around quickly. They were greeted by a feminine plus sized person, with her dark, voluptuous, curly hair, light brown eyes, and freckles covering her dark skin, enhanced by gold make-up to make her freckles shimmer. She stared off into space for a few moments before shaking her head and flashing a huge smile, “Hi, my name is Georgia, I would like to be your friend!”

“U…uhm,” Rowan sighed, confused, and overwhelmed, she felt familiar, not as if they knew her before, but more so she looked familiar.

“Ah, forgive her,” someone else remarked from a small distance, “she’s extremely extroverted.”

“Oh, come on, Maverick, I’m just trying to make a friend,” Georgia huffed with puffed cheeks and a comical frown, turning around to the masculine individual that approached from behind her.

He had pale skin, gray chin length wavy hair, and red eyes. His right eye was a lighter color than his left as there was a scar on his face spanning from his forehead to the bottom of his lower lashes. He likewise seemed familiar to them, he was wearing more academic styled clothing in a dark sweater with the college’s insignia on the front and slacks. Whereas Georgia very much seemed like a cottagecore girl in her long skirt and ruffled top.

“I’m Rowan.”

Georgia smiled, facing Rowan again and clapping her hands together, “Oh yeah, this means we’re friends now!”

“Just because you introduced yourself and told them your name doesn’t make you friends,” Maverick remarked.

“It worked with you,” Georgia fought back.

“We were children!”

Georgia huffed, “Fine, then how about this: you join us while we walk around the exhibit, and then, maybe and hopefully that will make us friends!”

“Georgia it’s obvi—”

“…I would like that,” Rowan remarked, interrupting Maverick, “I honestly don’t know where to start.”

Georgia linked arms with Rowan, “I’m assuming you’re a freshman,” they nodded, “do you know what track you wanna study?”

“Kinda,” Rowan answered unconfidently, which earned them a look from the teen girl on their arm, “…Not really.”

“Let's get you some pamphlets, and hit all the booths, maybe it will help in your decision making,” Georgia gushed, “Now let’s go onward!”

Rowan let out a slight giggle, “Could you let me go first?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Georgia laughed.

The trio walked through the auditorium, stopping by the magic, alchemy, and natural track booths before visiting the booths for the many clubs/extracurricular activities at the college, stopping by the yearbook club’s booths. “Hey, sorry, all of our freshman spots are full,” one of the booth runners mentioned.

“We’re just here to see a friend,” Georgia retorted, to which Rowan looked at the girl beside them in confusion.

A long white-haired individual emerged from the back curtain of the booth camera in hand, and dressed in feminine casual clothes, and he smiled once he locked his blue eyes with Georgia and Maverick.

“Hey guys,” his voice was more on the masculine side, nothing like his appearance. Oddly enough, he was yet another face that looked familiar.

“Hey,” Georgia said as Maverick waved, “Elias, this is Rowan, Rowan this is Elias.”

There was a small moment, where Elias looked at them, his lips parted, and he just stared, “Uhm it’s…” Elias’s voice cracked, causing him to clear his throat, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Rowan replied.

“You wanna join in a quest to hit every booth, before orientation speech starts?” Georgia asked, while Elias stepped outside of the yearbook club booth, “If you’re not too busy.”

“Yes, actually,” he said with a smile, “I’ve got to take pictures of the exhibits before the speeches.”

Georgia exhaled a nonsense noise of happiness, “Onward, the great Elias, onward!”

Rowan found themself smiling, most likely due to Georgia’s happiness which seemed to be infectious, not only to themself but Elias and Maverick haven’t stopped smiling around her either. She’s bright, like the sun.

“Have you thought about what track you’re going to study?” Maverick asked as Georgia and Elias held their own conversation a few steps ahead.

Rowan could feel his stare, as they walked, he seemed anxious and shy, yet the constant staring at the back of their head, made them think he wanted to speak to them. So, why not respond, “Kind of, I really like how the natural studies looks,” Rowan answered, shuffling through the pamphlets in their hands, “I like the idea of being about to learn about both magic and alchemy before actually committing to a craft.”

Maverick nodded, “I can say from experience it’s a lot of hard work, if you make it difficult.”

“Difficult describes my whole educational career,” Rowan joked, making Maverick chuckle, “School hasn’t been much of an issue for me, if I’m honest, it was the amount of work I was doing not the subjects.”

“Lucky,” Maverick commented, “Regardless, I think you’ll be fine… you’re with Indigo and Calvin after all!”

Rowan raised their eyebrows in his direction, “How did you know I am staying with them?”

“I saw you with Calvin the other day, it looked like he was giving you a tour,” he answered, “My boyfriend also saw you, Indigo, and Calvin leave together that day, I just assumed.”

Rowan thought back to the day Indigo and Calvin took them on the tour of the college, remembering stopping and looking into the combined music and art room, seeing that small group, “OH!” they remarked loudly, “That was you guys?!”

“In the art room, yeah,” Maverick replied, “If you can’t tell Georgia caught a glance of you and hyper-fixated and was even more excited to hear you and Indigo were close.”

Rowan chuckled slightly.

“Hey, Rowan, you said you liked bugs, right? They have an insect study club!” Georgia called, before gesturing to them to follow her, which they did.

“You okay, Mave?” Elias asked, resetting his camera to take some pictures.

Maverick stood in place, eyes wide, frozen in time with a shocked expression, “…They don’t remember anything.”

“What do you mean?”

Maverick looked at Elias for a second, “Didn’t you say they looked familiar the other day?” Maverick’s voice cracked as he got the sentence out, as if he was thinking of his words as he said them.

“I mean kinda, but if they’re who I’m thinking of, I don’t expect them to remember me, we were kids after all,” Elias replied, taking a picture of one of the booths.

Maverick held a somber look, something about his facial expression said that he was upset about whatever Elias was talking about, “Don’t look so down, Maverick, it’s fine,” Elias remarked.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Maverick replied, “Where’s your brother?”

“The music club booth.”

Maverick thought for a moment as Elias continued to take pictures, “Tell Georgia I went to find him, I’ll catch up with you all later.”

“Alright, Bud—” Elias turned around to look at Maverick, only to find he was already gone, “dy… okay.”

Rowan and Georgia were still at the insect club booth when Elias rejoined the two of them. “Did you make these stuffed animals?” Georgia asked the booth runner, as she pointed to the stuffed bugs on display, some crochet, others seeming like store bought soft plushies.

“I made the crochet ones, but the others we bought online.”

“So, what do I have to do to get my hands on one of them?” Georgia questioned.

“Nothing, really.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yeah, they are incentives for signing up, but most people are just getting the shirts.”

Georgia looked towards Rowan, who was looking through one of the bug encyclopedias on one of the booth’s tables, “Can I get two? One is for my friend over there,” Georgia inquired.

The booth keeper nodded, before she grabbed a crochet bee, and a brown beetle plushie, and took it over to the jellyfish haired teen, “I hope you like beetles,” she remarked.

Rowan’s eyes lit up, “It’s so cute,” taking the very rotund boy from Georgia, “Where did you get this?”

“The booth, I got one too!” she replied, holding up the crochet bee she had picked up, “Bug buddies!”

“Bug buddies,” Rowan said with a smile.

“Hey, Elias, do you know if there’s anywhere, we could get a bag?” the teenaged girl asked, looking over at the boy who was, yet again, taking pictures, not too far from them.

“I think the conservation club is giving out free tote bags,” he answered, rejoining them.

Georgia whipped her head back and forth quickly, as if she just noticed something, “…Where’s Maverick?” 

“He went to find Nemo,” Elias said.

“Who’s Nemo?” Rowan asked.

“...My brother,” Elias replied.

Rowan hummed, as they came upon the conservation booth. They took one of the free tote bags, so Rowan could shovel all their goodies into the pale colored bag with nature designs all over it. Shortly after the group found Maverick once again, who was hand and hand with a gentleman who looked like Elias, but more masculine. Wearing all black from his ripped jeans and hoodie. His hair was the opposite of his brother’s, Nemo’s hair being quite a bit shorter & raven black, with sweeping bangs almost covering one his blue eyes.

“Rowan, Nemo. Nemo, Rowan,” Georgia introduced the two that hadn’t met yet.

“Hi,” Rowan remarked quietly.

“Hey,” Nemo grunted out.

“Could those in attendance, please make their way to the auditorium stage, orientation is about to start.”

“Oh, I wonder who’s giving the speech this year,” Georgia pondered as the little group they formed walked away from the exhibits and toward the stage.

“Probably some old dude like last year,” Nemo retorted, “so it will just be as long and boring.”

“I thought the speech was good last year,” Maverick commented.

The sound of a clearing throat filled the auditorium turning everyone’s full attention to the stage, where Duke stood at a microphoned podium, “Good morning,” he stated, “It is very pleasing to see this auditorium so full, with the Emerald class, Bauxite class and the incoming Morganite class! Today marks the start of another wonderful year here at this pillar of education, which will showcase the teachings of the brilliant staff that we have at this institution!”

On cue the staff members, with the likes of Indigo, Sloan, and Calvin, came on stage. Standing in front of designated chairs behind Duke, once everyone was on stage they sat almost in unison.

“That’s odd,” Georgia remarked.

“Huh?” Rowan whispered.

“Calvin and Indigo aren’t supposed to be sitting next to each other,” she informed in a quiet tone, “See the three chairs in the front? Those are for the head professor of each track. Calvin should be in the middle of the regular professors.”

“Huh, I wonder why he’s sitting next to her,” Rowan pondered.

“On this glorious day, you have been able to adventure around the school’s exhibits to explore the different pathways, clubs, and activities we host at this school, to ensure you have a distinguished educational career—"

Rowan looked toward Indigo, who looked a mix of tired and disgusted, as Duke spoke. Indigo bounced her legs as they were crossed. “I could continue to speak about this outstanding institution, yet it would be quite boring. Allow me to introduce Indigo Corals, the head of the magic department and a mage professor, to continue my sentiments!”

Indigo stood up from her chair to the array of mummers and gasps, taking her place at the podium adjusting the microphone before speaking, “Good morning, it must be quite shocking to see me giving this speech instead of one of my older colleagues, thankfully they wish to stay around just a little bit longer. Most likely to see if this trainwreck will end any time soon,” she speaks like she’s made from the heavens and holds a venom in her voice that sounds like it’s from hell, “I stood on this stage at the age of 18, making history as one of the youngest professors in this body, because I was “made for the role.” Many of you have had me as a professor and know that I am straight forward, this speech will be no different. This school is far from easy, and it is even more difficult if you attempt to see this as just a house of education and less of a battle for your life. I look to the Emerald class, and hope that the Goddess allows you all to make it to your graduation, and I look to the new Morganite class, hoping things will change in your favor by the time you make it to your own graduation.”

Indigo finally found Rowan for a second before looking on to the large coward which was full of mumblings and murmurings about her depressing speech, “If it wasn’t for a late friend I would not be standing before you today. I would have left this intuition in favor of life elsewhere, but it seems I am still a tiny scholar beheld to the want to learn within these blessed ivory halls, along with being a woman of history and the social sciences. Although I wish my dear departed friend was here,” she looked at Rowan once again, “for you.”

Then she continued, “And yet, I stand here, glad that she doesn’t have to see the continued horrors that still happen in these pearl halls!” Indigo looked at Duke who was very displeased by her words, “If only you weren’t at fault,” she looked back at. that the crowd, “I hope you all have the opportunity to experience the best education, as you deserve it, and I hope to see some of your faces in my classroom, ready and willing to learn, thank you for your time.”

Indigo made it back to her chair forgoing sitting up straight, feeling Calvin’s hand lace in hers, before he kissed her knuckles, “Tu t'es bien débrouillée, yeux d'ange, je suis fière de toi,” he muttered against her hand before she leaned close to him from her chair.

“Rowan? Are you okay,” Georgia queried.

“Uh-muh?”

“Rowan, you’re crying.”

Rowan touched their cheeks, soaked by their tears, “Huh? ...I don’t even know why I’m crying.”

They wiped their tears, before half listening to the rest of the orientation. Once the orientation concluded, everyone shuffled towards the exits of the auditorium, where Rowan waited for Indigo and Calvin so they could all go home.

“You don’t have to stay here with me,” they mentioned, looking over at the chubby girl standing next to them against the wall, “You can find your friends.”

“Nah,” Georgia sighed, staring at the floor, “Maverick is helping the art club take down their booth, Elias is going to develop his pictures from today, and Nemo’s probably went to the music room to play piano. Until Maverick is done, I’m basically on my own.”

“Oh, well thank you, for helping me get around today,” Rowan replied as she looked up at them.

“No problem,” Georgia said with a smile, “Does this make us friends now?”

They thought for a moment, “Yeah,” they said with a nod.

“Yippee,” she squealed, before turning her body towards them, “Can I see your phone?”

“Uhm… sure,” they replied, handing over their phone.

“You should really put a password on your phone, anyway,” Georgia typed on their phone a few minutes before handing them back their phone and typing on her own, “There you go! Now we have each other’s numbers, so if we have classes together this semester, we can exchange notes!”

Rowan laughed slightly, “Thank you,” before feeling fur against their ankles, seeing Hecate looking up at them, when they looked down.

“Hey, kiddo,” Calvin’s voice called, grabbing Rowan’s attention, they turned around to see Indigo, even more tired than before and the healer in question, walking towards them, “Ready to go home? …Oh, hi Georgia.”

Georgia waved, “I’ll see you later, Ro,” she said.

“See ya’ later,” Rowan remarked as Georgia reentered the auditorium.

“Mhm, you’ve gotten all kinds of goodies,” Indigo muttered as they all walked towards an exit.

“Yeah,” Rowan chuckled, looking down at the tote bag in their hand.

Once back home, Indigo had already begun pulling all the ornate bobbles off her clothing and her hair, huffing, and heading elsewhere in the house, assumingly to her room. 

“How about you just chill for a few?” Calvin suggested to Rowan, “I…”

“Yeah, I understand,” Rowan replied with a nod, before watching him walk away.

Rowan may not fully understand the inner workings of their guardians’ relationship, but it was cute, from the outside looking in.

They headed to the kitchen for a small snack and then headed to their bedroom, they took out all of their little goodies from the cutely designed tote bag. They placed their lovely stuffed beetle friend on their bed first before continuing to unpack the bag.

“Angel eyes,” Calvin muttered while entering their bedroom, seeing Indigo’s orientation clothes discarded on the floor, leaving her in a soft underclothing in her flopped position on their large bed, “what would you like for dinner?”

“Uhm, shrimp pasta,” she slurred, moving from laying on her stomach to lay on her side to look at Calvin.

“Just shrimp pasta?” he asked, stripping himself off his many layers, so he was just in the white shirt and pants of his outfit, “Nothing special about it.”

“…Just the shrimp pasta you always make,” Indigo answered, while he leaned over her kissing her cheek multiple times, “Papa said he and Mère made croissants today, he left them in the bread box. We also need bread when you go out tomorrow.”

“Okay, angel,” Calvin cooed, against her cheek, “anything else?”

“I love you,” she slurred, holding his face in her hands, “I would be falling apart if you weren’t here, thank you, you could be anywhere and with anyone, and you’re here. With me, in this chaos.”

“I love you too, sweet girl,” he replied, “I’m always going to be here, only for you, I don’t want to be anywhere else. Even in all the chaos there is you.”

They kissed each other softly, before Calvin pulled away, “I’ll bring you, your food, angel,” he mentioned before heading from the door, “Wait! …Isn’t Rowan allergic to shrimp?”

“Non, they’re allergic to oysters,” Indigo slurred into her pillow.

“Got it,” Calvin said as he headed for the kitchen, hearing dings from a phone, coming from Rowan’s room.

Georgia ☀️👁️ as added you to “Arts Club🎨🎼”

Georgia☀️👁️: everyone say hi to Rowan, they are friend now!

Maverick🎨🎒: Hi to Rowan

Nemo🎹🩹: Georgia come on!

Georgia☀️👁️: They said that we were friends, so I invited them to our group!

Elias📷👗: hi Rowan ☺️

Somehow all of the people they had met hours earlier are now all in their contacts, symbolized by specific emojis and Rowan smiled looking at the few texts that were sent.

Rowan: hi guys 😁 thank you for being so nice today.

Georgia☀️👁️: you don’t have to thank us Georgia☀️👁️: now quick two emojis that describe you!

The semester may not be as bad as their anxiety was making it out to be!

[supernaturalsuperhero]

I desperately want someone to be obsessed with my OC's as much as (or close to) I do but I'm too self conscious of my writing to show it to anyone. Ugh.

[creatrackers]

For the ask game! ( ◠‿◠ ) I like the character ones!

3. Biggest self-insert OC?

4. What kind of music do your OCs listen to?

5. What are some of your OCs biggest fears?

7. What are your favourite relationships between your OCs? (romantic or platonic!)

9. Favourite OC?

♡!

Oh wow thanks for all the questions! I love talking about my little guys so yay!

3. Though all my characters are me in one way or another, Kenny is definitely my biggest self insert! Despite all his fundamentals (gender, sexuality [partially], religion, passions, etc.) are different from mine he still feels like me? And I created him to add a newbie to the group, probably wishing it was me who could join the Creatrackers hahahaha. Kinda silly

4. My music 😭 I have a playlist for them and it’s mostly indie, alternative, pop, and soft rock. Also just spooky themed songs! ↓

5. Willa: probably getting caught and, idk, experimented on? What would people do with a real life vampire…? Holly: despite being an over-thinker and worrier, Holly is the least afraid of the crew! She is actually insanely brave! I haven't (YET) decided her true fears Kenny: never finding a path in life/finding success/finding himself Adrian: bears lmao. This does in fact come up in the book! Omari: letting his parents down, his family (esp his little siblings!!) or friends being in any form of trouble, not having enough money to live comfortably/for his family to live comfortably and happily Jo: just about everything, tbh

7. I really like Willa’s relationship with everyone individually, but especially her friendships with Willa and with Kenny! Plus her queer platonic relationship she has with her best friend (another vamp) back home, from her “past life”. Also Willa and Adrian’s relationship with each other/their whole family (they’re cousins btw but also live together). And the core four of course mean a lot to me (Holly, Adrian, Jo, Omari)

9.Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… Willa? Maybe? That’s an illegal question

[partypoopur]

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[theverumproject]

An Interview with Luce Balton (Verum)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]

Year: 2093 (The Robotic Era)

Basic Questions + Appearance

Basic Questions

First name?

Luce

Surname?

Balton

Middle names?

Don't have one

Nicknames?

Not really a nickname, but the world knows me as Verum.

Date of birth?

I was born on the fifth of March, 2024

Age?

I am 69 years old. Funny age, huh?

Physical / Appearance

Height?

I am 183 centimeters tall.

Weight?

About 70 kilograms I think.

Build?

I train very often, at least once a day. I know I should have rest days, but it's fun! Uh anyway, that's why I have a rather lean build. I train for agility and speed. Strength too, of course, but it's not my main focus. My muscles aren't too visible. I guess I have a sleeper build!

Hair colour?

My hair is brown

Hair style?

I had waist long hair once, but I've cut it a few years ago, now it's shoulder length. My hair is straight and I don't really do anything special with it.

Eye colour?

Green! Natural green!

Eye Shape?

Uhhh, eye shaped? Wait, let me look up the names for different eye shapes…

… Upturned eyes? I guess?

Glasses or contact lenses?

Nope, we don't really need that anymore in our time. Except for style, you know? I never had problems with my eyesight. But you know, with keeping my body young, I also had to eventually fix my eyes. Like the rest of my body.

Distinguishing facial features?

I know that green eyes aren't that common, but they're not really something that you notice the first second you see me. I'd say my face looks pretty normal.

Which facial feature is most prominent?

I feel like my forehead looks a little big sometimes. I also have a rather long nose.

Which bodily feature is most prominent?

I'm tall, so probably my legs? I don't really have much… Thickness… Which I don't mind!

Other distinguishing features?

Not really. I think I look like any other person.

Skin?

I keep my skin healthy and don't try to expose it to too much sunlight. I'm not porcelain white, but I do have a rather pale complexion.

Hands?

Hmmm, long fingers, keep my nails short. Wouldn't be practical.

Make up?

Don't need any. But I might wear some eye make up during special occasions.

Scars?

We have the ability to completely heal scars. I have kept the one on my left leg, since it was my first one.

Birthmarks?

We all got some little spots all over our body. I don't have any big ones though.

Tattoos?

The longer you exist, the more likely it is that you have at least one tattoo. I like the look of clear skin on myself though. But I might have gotten two or three small ones.

Physical handicaps?

Not anymore! I did have problems with my knee for quite a few years, but now its fine! It just often ached and walking too long made it worse. Running and jumping… Oh god…

Type of clothes?

I like to keep it monochrome and plain. I guess the most exciting shirts I have are some AC/DC, Metallica and Iron maiden ones. But usually I wear unicolor.

My armor on the other hand is black with faint swirly spirals. Torso and all limbs are plated with bulletproof material. Even my head and face, I have a hood pulled over it. The goggles we wear are also bulletproof.

How do they wear their clothes?

Pants on my head and shoes on my ears.

What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc)

I wear basic sports shoes, the kind everybody has. But the ones of my armor are boots plated with metal.

Race / Ethnicity?

I'm Australian! Mainly british ancestry.

Mannerisms?

I'm usually moving some part of my body. Not sure about anything else.

Are they in good health?

Pretty much ideal, I try to be as healthy as possible and I get great support too!

Do they have any disabilities?

Nope

Masterpost

[billydunneapologist]

creating ocs for universes i’m hyperfixating on is sm fun. if i was a good writer i’d be writing so many fics rn

[foliederive]

I can’t do it alone. Is that bad?

mbp