#rian just thinks the others too hard n the other thinks rians too soft. so they dont interact much they just in each others radar as

[allseeingdirt]

i NEED to get more narrative foils

[reveriesofawriter]

omg hi!!!! lemme hit you with some Qs: D for all too well fic but other than all too well, E for starlight fic, merrikat elevator fic, and street lightning fic, F, I, J for psycho fic AND atw fic/series/whatever, N, R, V sorry i just love ur writing what do you want me to say XOXO UR FAVORITE ARCH NEMESIS

you made me put the answers under a read more bella that's how many letters this is (I've written an essay for you)

D: I do not have an all too well fic playlist but sam might? if I did it would only have all too well on it for the first part and then how you get the girl for the second half, we stuck so close to the lyrics for the plot that it would have been hard to add more songs to the playlist

E: I can't think of a worthy sequel to starlight fic like I could extend it a bit but it's a certain kind of magic that wouldn't last beyond the night elevator fic worked that well because it was based on tweets, it wouldn't be half as funny if it wasn't So based in real life so I don't see a sequel for that either unless there's another incident they all live tweeted that I don't know about yet 👀 street lightning sequel is based on what music tss releases next honestly, it's such a specific vibe that no other band could do justice. I guess I could write a non-songfic sequel but that feels more precarious as far as capturing that same feeling

F: favorite dialogue (from what I've posted) would have to be something from What are you after? Some kind of disaster (I haven't been tagging fics I've mentioned but I have it open to look for the dialogue so might as well)

“Jesus, Jack why can��t we just tell them they’ve already basically been dating all tour? And probably have been for even longer?” “We have to let them figure it out on their own! After all, no one told us.” “I think a lot of people told us and we just didn’t listen.” Jack waves his hands dismissively, so Alex starts listing. “Zack and Rian both, our old manager definitely tried to tell us, I think your sister said something one time—” “And that was all unsolicited.” “We made out in Rian’s bunk one time just to piss him off, I think it was solicited.”

their banter writes itself honestly, plus this is the first jalex fic I wrote plus I adore malum so I have a soft spot for it, also this part just flows well

“Shut up. You’re a fucking sap.” “Hey, you said you like sensitive boys.” “Yeah, I like horses too but I wouldn’t want one telling all his horse friends to date each other with reckless abandon.” “That’s cause your horses are prudes.” “My horses could get dates if they wanted.” “Oh yeah, I’m sure Tino’s a player.” “Tino is a distinguished gentleman, thank you.”

I: guilty pleasures... I don't feel guilty about much that I enjoy? I will gladly admit to reading every one of bella's jalex prompt fics when I'm having trouble sleeping

J: oooh psycho fic alternate ending okay I had one written that was basically just the last line changed that made it clear that they killed dickhead and the image of alex and cutie making eye contact while blood spatters across alex's face and the wall behind him is vivid in my mind but it made the tone darker than I wanted, esp considering it was in the end a sam bday fic all too well alternate ending 👀 imagine if we left it without a sequel. alternate ending: no redemption arc ahhhh that's a nightmare I could never do that to them, we did briefly discuss a sequel where alex had a ring in his glove compartment but we decided it would be too hasty (but not necessarily out of character for alex to overcorrect like that ((and then regret it)) ) and that jack wouldn't be able to say yes after six months with no visible growth

N: I can't think of a fic I want someone else to finish however I do wish I hadn't written so much of the core adventures in babysitting fic so fast bc I really would have loved for that to be a co-write with you (we brought up the idea in passing I think but by then I'd already written like 2k of it) maybe... it's not too late 👀👀

R: my leap back into fic writing was bc of helen like not only reading her quar fic but also some random tags she left on a post that I was like I could write that. you have this wonderful way of hearing a song and catching the tone of it perfectly (like daydream, the tone of which was indecipherable to me until you wrote the fic) and I admire that, also you write banter in a very fun way that I always aim to emulate. writing with sam made me a better writer I think in a lot of ways 🥰 not limited to finding something closer to balance between dialogue and description

V: I was thinking about this the other day with one of yours what was it omg I can't remember but every now and then I think about helen's holyverse malum and I'm like... what if I wrote ficfic

[alliesweetsong]

Character Sheet: Allie Sweetsong

Character Sheet: Allisel Sweetsong

Character Chart

Character’s Full Name:  Allisel Sweetsong

Reason or Meaning of Name: Harmony

Character’s Nickname/Alias: Allie

Reason for Nickname/Alias: Shortened version of first name/hates her full name

Birth Date: April 15th

Physical appearance

Age:  120

How old does he/she appear: Human equivalency of early twenties-23

Weight: 145 lb5

Height: 5’6

Body build: Athletic

Shape of face: slim

Eye color: Blue

Glasses or contacts: None

Skin tone: Pale Violet

Distinguishing marks: Large rose tattoo on right forearm, light burn scarring on chest, stomach and arms

Predominant features: Her blue eyes

Hair color: Purple

Type of hair:  Straight with some wavy ends

Hairstyle:  Long, goes to middle of her back

Voice:  feminine, has a slight scratchy-ness to it

Overall Attractiveness: Easy on the eyes, smart.

Physical Disabilities: Allie isn’t the strongest physically. She can carry her backpack and weapons but anything really over 100 pounds and its starts becoming to much. She can punch someone and is learning to focus it but once again, shes not a brawler and can’t knock someone out without sheer luck involved.

Usual Fashion of Dress: Leather pants and boots, typically a comfortable low cut shirt, or just a plain tshirt while out of armor. Her Armor doesn’t change much from that other then small chain mail woven into the fabric to protect against blades and some projectiles.

Favorite Outfit: Her favorite is her brown leather pants and leather boots with a dark low cut blouse.

Jewelry or Accessories: A mood ring on her right index finger until her engagement ring is made.

 Personality

Good Personality Traits: She’s intelligent and loyal. If a friend needs help she will do what she can to make sure they are successful She is often a fast learner and will continue to study or practice until she has a working knowledge of what it is that interests her.

Bad Personality Traits: She can be known to be reckless and Volatile. Will push herself to often stupid levels of self harm for her friends though that has quelled slightly.

Mood Character is Most Often In: Relaxed and Happy.

Sense of Humor: Often dry and dark.

Character’s Greatest Joy In Life: Her relationship with her fiance

Character’s Greatest Fear: Being alone.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?  The death of her lover, Gareth  

Character Is Most at Ease When: At home, in bed

Most Ill at Ease When: Around Warlocks

Enraged When: Someone hurts her friends or innocent people.

Depressed or Sad When: She can’t help others

Life Philosophy: “Trust in yourself and you can never be disappointed”

If Granted One Wish, It Would Be:  For her parents to accept her for who she is so she could go home

Character’s Soft Spot: Her lover, Gareth

Is This Soft Spot Obvious to Others?  Yes, the two are very public about their love for each other.

Greatest Strength:  A knack for adapting on the quickly and learning on the fly

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: Quick to burst into action without much thought on consequences

Biggest Regret: Not going to her friends aid in her time of need

Minor Regret:  Believing she can be friends with everybody

Biggest Accomplishment:  So far surviving and learning to control the whispers in her head..

Minor Accomplishment:  Learning engineering and how to make homemade explosives

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about:

Not being good enough to become a Quel’dorei ranger.

Character’s Darkest Secret:  N/A

Does Anyone Else Know?  Nope.

 Goals

Drives and Motivations: A need to prove to everbody that she isn’t a monster. Helping others

Immediate Goals: To continue improving upon lessons learned in recent months

Long Term Goals: To be seen as an equal, to be viewed as someone worth as much as the rest of Alliance citizenship

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Hard work, talking to others

How Other Characters Will Be Affected:  She would be elated.

 Past

Hometown: Eversongs outside of Silvermoon

Type of Childhood:  Comfortable and supportive

Pets: None.

First Memory: Her mother smiling

Most Important Childhood Memory:  Going hunting with her father

Childhood Hero: The Rangers of Silvermoon

Dream Job: Already has it, working at sea

Education: undetermined

Religion: None.

Finances: Middle of the road

 Present

Current Location: Stormwind

Currently Living With: Gareth Lyons

Pets:  Lemmy the goldfish

Religion: None

Occupation:  Scout, Privateer

Finances: Enough to cover most of life’s expenses

 Family

Siblings: Adopted unofficially by Lyriah Bloodborne/No biological siblings

Relationship With Them: Sporadic at best

Spouse: Gareth Lyons (Engaged to be married)  

Relationship With Them: Really, really good.

Children: none.

Relationship With Them: none

Other Important Family Members:  none

 Favorites

Color: Purple

Least Favorite Color: Brown

Music: Undetermined, but enjoys the bands at darkmoon faire

Food: Roast beef sandwhiches

Literature: “Ballistics and the Modern Ranger.” a how to by: Jolon Dawnsorrow

Form of Entertainment: Range days, going to the beach, spending time with her fiance

Expressions: “By the shadows” “Dear” “little one”

Mode of Transportation: Her feet or newly acquired horse, “Nimbletrick”

Most Prized Possession: Her fathers bow and quiver

 Habits

Hobbies: Shooting, Camping, swimming in any body of water

Plays a musical instrument? Nope

Plays a sport? Nope

How he would spend a rainy day? Drinking coffee under the awning of the apartment watching the ran

Spending Habits: Can save money but loves to purchase things.

Smokes: Has never

Drinks: Yes

Other Drugs: never

What does he/she do too much of? Worrying about others problems  

What does he/she do too little of? Worries about herself

Extremely Skilled At: Marksmanship. Any ranged weapon is lethal in her hands

Extremely Unskilled At: Hand to hand combat

Nervous Tics: Biting her lip, fidgeting with her hands

Usual Body Posture: Typically straight, slouched if sitting  

Mannerisms:  Well mannered, calm

Peculiarities: Seems to be on guard often, reserved unless around friends.  

 Traits

Optimist or Pessimist? Optimist

Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert

Daredevil or Cautious? Dare-devil

Logical or Emotional? Both

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat? Neat, everything has a place .

Prefers Working or Relaxing? Working

Confident or Unsure of Himself?  Confident

Animal lover? Yes

 Self-perception

How She Feels About Herself: Confident yet knows she can improve

One Word Character Would Use To Describe Themselves: Imperfect

Paragraph Description on How They’d Describe Themselves: “Just a Ren’dorei looking to prove they are a great asset to the alliance, to my friends. And to myself. I may not always get things right but I almost always learn from my mistakes

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? How outgoing they are

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? How reckless she is at times

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Her eyes and stomach

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? She hates her knees

How does the character think others perceive him/her? Often unwanted, misunderstood,

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself? Depends on what day you ask, one day she will say nothing the next she will give you a list of things she hates about herself

 Relationships with others

Opinion of Other People in General: Loves people in general

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Moreso now than previously

Person Character Most Hates: Percival,

Best friend(s): Serelia Evensong, Damien Ward, Raen Duskmourn (fast approaching)  

Love interest(s): Gareth Lyons

Person Character (Would) Go to For Advice: Serelia  

Person Character Feels Responsible For: Raen (reasons to be found out through rp)

Person Character Feels Awkward Around: Damien Ward

Person Character Openly Admires: Rian Kestavin.

Person Character Secretly Admires: N/A.

@serelia-evensong @alexkestavin @rian-kestavin @earendelduskmourn @dardillien-ward @gaz-gnarledmane @a-warsaint

[gskarth]

35, Zack 😊

“Are you serious?” Zack’s voice was strong, immovable, yet weak and fading like rust on a bike chain. He swallowed hard, the sound audible to the three boys surrounding him as it grated down his dry throat. “I need- I need to sit down,” he mumbled, mostly to himself, but the silence in the room made every sound audible; Alex chewing on his lip, Jack scratching at the short hairs of his beard, Rian’s feet moving uncomfortably on the wooden flooring.

Zack stepped back, feeling too enclosed by his friends, and fell back onto whatever surface was right behind him; his sofa, but he didn’t care. He could’ve gone right through the coffee table and not even felt it - his heart was pounding against his chest, his blood rushing in his ears, but his mind was blank. 

“We’re so sorry, man,” Rian finally spoke, looking at the other two boys for confirmation. None of them knew how to break the news. In fact, they’d played Rock, Paper, Scissors on their way to Zack’s place and unfortunately Alex had pulled the short straw, or the paper in this case.

“She said she needed some space,” Alex couldn’t bring himself to look Zack in the eyes as he spoke, his voice soft and gentle as if trying to remove the sting from the words. “She’s gone to live with her mom for a while,” he continued, looking up just briefly enough to watch the air being pulled from his best friend; the light sucked from his eyes.

“How could she do this?” Zack’s voice had became a meek whimper, a sound none of the boys had ever heard from him before. Jack moved to sit beside him, placing a hand on his knee awkwardly, having no clue how to comfort the man twice his size. “I know things were all messed up,” he croaked back a sob, fighting the sound, “but I love her,” he breathed, the words winding him, like a kick in the stomach. He looked up briefly, tears filling his eyes before he threw his face into his hands. Alex moved to rub his back whilst Rian continued to hover above him; no one knowing how to comfort him, or if they even could.

This is the right thing to do. This is the right decision. It will hurt but it’s better this way. You kept trying to convince yourself as you sat behind your car wheel. You were parked in front of your house, tears swelling in your eyes as you tried to force yourself to start the car. You’d been sat for what felt like 30 minutes, but had really only been 5, waiting for anyone, anything to show you a sign and stop you. 

You sigh deeply, wiping at your eyes as best you could. “It’s for the best,” you whisper to yourself, the silence in the car turning against you. You start up the car and try desperately to keep your vision clear.

“Fuck!” you yell, hitting your breaks hard as a teenage boy with long, floppy hair, skateboards out in front of your car. He looks terrified, jumping from his board and backing away from your car, startled. You aren’t entirely sure who’s at fault; had he not been looking where he was going or had the impending tears clouded your vision again? You didn’t know, but what you did know was, you’d got your sign.

“I just figured we’d work it out, yano?” Zack was mostly talking himself now, not caring what any of the guys had to say in response, but they spoke regardless; trying desperately to ease the situation. “God, this fucking sucks,” his voice had raised a little, but it scratched at his throat. 

“Maybe you should call her,” Alex suggested with a shrug, earning a sceptical look from the other boys. You’d told them you needed space, which probably didn’t include phone calls. 

Zack’s eyes darted to look at Alex, interrogating and fearful. “Do you think she’ll answer?”

You didn’t have to think too hard before you had just subconsciously began driving to Zack’s house. It felt like you had no control, like you were watching yourself as you opened your car door and slammed it behind you, making your way to Zack’s front door. 

You stood there for a little while, your mind arguing back and forth on whether or not you should knock. You had asked the guys to talk to him, but you’d figured they would’ve done it by now. A small part of you ached, hoping and praying he would contact you, just tell you not to go. You sigh and turn on your heel, the sound of your phone vibrating in your pocket stopping you from walking away. Zack. You felt the air tighten around you as you pressed the green accept button and placed the phone to your ear; almost in slow motion.

“...Y/N?” he stumbled over your name, the sound barely able to leave his lips. “Are you-are you there? Y/N?” he continued. He sounded strange; weak and lifeless almost. You could tell he’d been crying, from the groggy sounds beneath his voice. “Hello?” he continued, but you weren’t sure what you could even say, you simply ended the call and turned back around, your hand reaching for the door handle. 

“Y/N?!” Zack’s voice was louder now as he heard the few beeps ring in his ear; indicating you’d hung up. “Fuck!” he yelled, turning and throwing his phone into a couch pillow. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?!” his upper body became too heavy for his knees and he dropped to a crouch, his head in his hands again.

Rian was the first to notice you standing in the doorway; your heart pounding as you watched Zack; your heart ready to burst out of your chest as you watched his own chest heave. His skin had paled and his hair was in complete disarray; his hands a barricade between you and his eyes. 

Rian nudged Alex, but you hadn’t noticed any of the other boys in the room. Alex then nudged Jack, who thought it was appropriate if he be the one to break the silence. “Well, this is awkward” he spoke, his playful tone piercing through the heavy atmosphere and pulling your attention to him. All three of the surrounding boys had concerned looks in their eyes; unsure of why you were here, which you weren’t even sure of yourself. 

Your eyes fell on Zack again, who’d finally looked up to acknowledge Jack’s comment. He had a scowl on his face like he was ready to tell Jack to fuck off, but his eyes immediately found yours and softened. He didn’t say a word, fearful he may not be able to. He rose to his feet slowly, uncertain, trying to keep himself balanced.

Your chest tightened as soon as you’d locked eyes, and that infamous magnetic pull between you two took effect. You nibbled at the inside of your cheek, your feet slowly moving towards him without even consulting the movement with the rest of your body.

He was much faster than you, lunging towards you desperately but stopping just in front of you, unsure of his next move, and so you made it for him. You grabbed his face between your shaking palms, pulling him down to rest your lips against his. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you tightly and lifting you off the ground. His lips pushing against your with more force. You felt like for the first time in weeks you could breathe.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled away from him, burying your face into his neck. “I’m sorry,” your voice shaking, your chilling breath spilling over him and somehow warming him up as he holds you tighter to him. A hand on the back of your head, tangling in your hair and pulling you close as he shushes you soothingly, but it’s more for himself than you as he forces back tears, holding you tighter and tighter just to assure himself that you’re real; you’re really in his arms and you haven’t left him and this nightmare is over.