#thank you specifically for Zander’s request it fucking sent me

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⛱🤬 for the ace icon and 🙄 SPECIFICALLY for Zander trying to explain some sort of internet thing to cain. like how to fullscreen a youtube video or something really basic

Alright so I can’t confirm I answered these the right way they turned into mini drabbles of their own

Wren:

⛱ Write your character describing one of their happiest memories.

“Hey- look at this!” Eli held up a canvas to Zander’s face, the taller man stepping back so he could see it better. It was an elaborate painting of a jellyfish, done mostly in pretty blues, purples and pinks. It was really well done, and Eli had a big grin on his face as he showed it off.

“Damn, did you do that? It’s really nice.” Zander said, looking impressed, while Eli was already walking off to find something to hang it on the wall with.

“Nope! Everett painted it for me when I was a kid.” He said, and Zander followed him into the kitchen as he searched through the drawers. “I love jellyfish, and when I was a little kid I would just, I was constantly shoving pictures from books and drawings I’d done in his face. He probably got sick of me after a while but he was nice about it. It was that summer after he first took me to the aquarium, he set up in the kitchen and he let me sit next to him the entire time he worked on it. I don’t think I ever sat still that long in my life but I was just fascinated by it.” He found a hook he could hang on the wall, going out to the living room to find a space for it. “Of course, we’re brothers, and we’re terrible, so even though the painting got finished, we were also fucking covered in paint by the end of it.”

“I’m sure your mom was thrilled about that.” He snickered, helping him adjust the canvas so it was straight.

“Yeah she was kind of pissed- it was a fight to get acrylic paint out of my hair- but, it was still nice, you know? We had to clean up the kitchen after that, a whole bottle of blue paint had ended up on the floor, but that wasn’t that bad either. I remember, he told me he’d teach me how to paint, he was really good at it, but we never got around to it.” He said. He often got instantly, extremely sad when he talked about the things he and his brother didn’t get to do, but for once he actually felt okay, more focused on the happy memory itself than his brother’s absence.

“I’m surprised you didn’t have it hanging up already, I figured that wasn’t really something you’d keep put up.” Zander said, looking over at Eli who still seemed quite happy just to have it on his wall now.

“We hung it above my bed when he first painted it, but we moved a year or so later, and we were staying with our mom’s boyfriend so it stayed packed up with our other stuff. I guess it just got kind of lost in between all the moves, but, I’m glad to have it again.” He said, a smile on his face.

🤬 Write your character describing the person they have the most negative relationship with. CW drinking, abusive and neglectful parents, parental death

“So- fucking listen to this,” Eli said, at the point in the night where he’s rambling. He’s on his fourth drink whereas Zander was only on his second, and likely his final so that he wouldn’t be too drunk to take care of Elias. A phone call had triggered the start of this ramble, one he didn’t answer but he made a big deal out of how annoying it was so Zander had to know who it was.

“You always have something great to say when you start with that.” He snickered, and Eli just waved his hands as he continued.

“Listen- so this fucker, this asshole still keeps calling me, I haven’t answered a call from him since like, maybe a couple of weeks before you and I met. Cain didn’t do shit for me but at least that was nine months I didn’t have to hear from him and I haven’t answered a single fucking call since getting home.” He said, pausing to take a drink from his bottle.

“Who is this again?” Zander asked him.

“My fucking dad.” He said it as though it were obvious. “This dude acts like he doesn’t know why I don’t talk to him- he does know by the way, even he isn’t that stupid. He helped me out after my mom died, and when I say he “helped”, I mean he just barely kept me fed and a roof over my head, you know, the bare minimum for his fucking kid. The whole time, every time he took me to get groceries or was nice enough to maybe take me to get dinner, he’d always tell me- he’d always tell me that I was costing him so much, that I was lucky he was going out of his way to do this for me- remember, this is my fucking dad.” He snaps.

“Fuck that guy-“ Zander started, but Eli quickly continued.

“FUCK that guy!” He said, louder than he intended to. “Fucking- dude, he fucking lost me. This guy had to watch me one time when I was too young to even remember him and he let me wander the fuck off, could’ve died, could’ve been kidnapped, Everett worried himself sick looking for me! How the fuck was a goddamn teenager more responsible than our fucking father?!” He finished off the bottle he had and set it aside before continuing. “My mom was a nightmare but this son of a bitch just didn’t give a shit, he never did. He acted like he worked miracles for me after mom died and now he only keeps calling me because he knows I have money.”

“He really thinks you’ll give him money?” Zander asked, and he groaned loudly.

“I mean- I did- I did at first, I thought I owed it to him! I was a stupid fucking kid, thought he might, you know, like me or some shit? That’s fucked up right, trying to buy my dad’s love?”

“That is fucked up.” He agreed with him, moving closer to Elias as though he were going to try and comfort him, but his phone went off again with the same number calling and without hesitation Eli picked it up and threw it across the room, hitting a shelf and knocking a few picture frames down when he did so. Zander froze, watching him to see what he’d do next, but he just slouched back in his seat, looking irritated.

“Fuck him. Shit like this is why my friends think he’s dead.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring bitterly across the room, his mood ruined completely just from two unanswered phone calls.

Zander:

🙄 Write your character explaining a topic to someone they’re frustrated with.

“Zander, how do you do this?”

“How do you do what?” He was on the floor while Cain was sprawled out on the couch, doing something on his laptop. He got on his knees to see what he was doing, some video pulled up on the screen.

“How do you- you know, make it big?” He asked, squinting as he looked at the screen. He’d been home all day so he was wearing his glasses, trying to adjust them to see better.

“You mean full screen it?”

“Yeah, how do you do it?”

“Just- just click that thing there.” He said, pointing it out, but Cain clicked the icon next to it, Zander rolling his eyes. “No, fucking- the other thing.” He said, trying to point to it but Cain batted his hand away.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Click that fucking square.” He told him, getting annoyed pretty quickly. He hadn’t felt this frustrated since he was one of twenty kids in a room, groaning and eye rolling as an elderly teacher tried and failed to full screen a video.

“I fucking hate this.” Cain muttered, still not getting it.

“Oh my god it’s not that fucking hard!” He snapped. “It’s a goddamn square, even your blind ass can see it!” He couldn’t take this much longer, snatching the computer from him and full screening it himself before handing him the laptop back. “Fucking there, don’t hurt yourself trying to figure it out next time I’m not around.” He said bitterly, Cain glaring at him for the attitude.