#thats the reason why shes in a locket

[wlwkiryuu]

what do you think about juri x nanami?

i think i've answered this before, but i don't like it. juri is 16 and nanami is 13 which i think is self-explanatory as a reason why. even apart from that, i feel like the whole point with juri is she helps the other girl characters discover/question their sexuality (namely utena, but nanami gets close) because she's already confident in her own, but the irony of that is she's too wrapped up in feelings for shiori to even consider feelings for anyone else (ie, express that sexuality), at least until the end. and even then its more showing her moving past shiori than romantic feelings for anyone else (i dont see her saying shes putting utena in the locket as romantic, i think she's just using it to make utena think about her own feelings for anthy, but that's a whole other post) and i think thats a role that really works for juri in the narrative.

HOWEVER. i am ALL for nanami one-sidedly crushing on juri because she's explicitly talked about how she thinks juri is perfect and pretty and kind of intimidates her and has a whole musical number about her in canon. i dont think it's anything serious (i'd say her strongest feelings are toward utena), but it's cute to think about :)

[alltoolewis]

12 reasons why I love you- Lando Norris

I thought I would create a new mini season called '12 reasons why I love you' The series will be based from the eyes of the player/driver & will each contain 12 different scenarios of the reasons why they loves you! By the way I have no idea if this is already a trend.... hehe It just came to me while I was eating pasta.....

I will be accepting requests for this series but I thought who better to kick off the series than lando himself! Hope you all enjoy it 💫

(Warnings- contains alot of fluff!.)

1: 'The way your always by my side'

"Im here" you yell, running your way through the paddock, 15 minutes after the time you told him you would be there. "I'm so sorry" you sighed as you reached lando, helmet on already and ready to get in the cockpit!

"I was on my way I promise... and then I remembered I forgot to my locket on and I knew I couldn't be here without my locket on an-" worried words interrupted as lando pulled off his helmet, pulling your lips to his! "Its okay bubs" he mumbled against your lips " I knew you was gonna be here..... you always are"

2: 'The way you always find a new way to WOW me'

"(Y/n)! You ready to go! Were gonna be late" lando yelled up the stairs for what like the tenth time tonight. It was the anticipated norris family meal, and like everything with you two... you were running late!

"Im ready... I'm ready" you shout back, running to the top of the stairs to see a suited and booted lando waiting for you at the bottom... and you think it would be a romantic scene wouldn't you? Where the boy waits for his girl, with open arms as she steps down lookimg beautiful as ever..But nope....

Lando laughed as he seen you appear, with one heel on and the other in hand. Your hair brushed into a high ponytail, but as normal your wild baby hair stuck out from behind your ears.

"Shit" you squeel as you underestimate the ability to put on a heel, while walking down the stairs. Tripping down the final steps, straight into the arms of your saviour. Looking up to find your amused boyfriend with teads streaming down his face.

"Ready?" he giggled, as he stood you up, brushing your hair back behind your ears. Causing the blood to rush to your cheeks...

"Ready!"

3: 'when I'm sad... you always find away to make me laugh with a joke'

"Knock knock" you sing, throwing your self ontop of his angry frame, as he groaned in frustration. "What now!" He groaned, anger still raging in him after a frustrating qualifying. "Knock knock" you try again, this time gently knocking on top of his head pretending he's a door, causing a light smile to appear on his lips. "Whos there?" He sighed, gently placing his arms around your stubborn shoulders.

"Boo!"

"Boohoo?"

"Aww why are you crying?" You cooed, mockingly pulling him into your neck. Causing lando to let out a low chuckle.....

"Baby thats the worst joke I've ever heard" he giggled, tears gracing his eyes as he watched how much you enjoyed it! "But thank you!"

4: 'how you always look deep into my eyes'

"Can I come in?" You giggled while popping your head into his game room double checking that he wasn't streaming with the gang, which unfortunately for you.... he was.

"Of course you can sweetheart" He laughed at your shy response to his computer screen, which was now flooded with comments fans hyping you up to come join him "pop on" he said patting his knee for you to come and join him, which with a little bit of encouragement... you did.

"Do the are you in love trend...?" Lando muttered under his breathe, not even taking in what he was saying getting too distracted with you playing with the hem of his shirt. "Whats that?"

"Oooooooooo" you squeel, head popping up from his chest for the first time in the last hour "alright missus calm down" he chuckled at your eagerness "what is it hun?"

"Its where we have to stare in eachothers eyes for 30 seconds & we fall in love!" "But where already in love!" Lando protested, causing you to throw your head back at his protectiveness...

"I know bubs... but lets do it" you said caressing his cheek gently.. " just in case" The minute you pulled his gaze to yours, you got lost in his eyes. Seeing the love he has for you flood is eyes as he stares staright back... I mean your eyes where the first thing he noticed about you... your crystal blue eyes that could hold a conversation with anyone and act like they interested even if you werent... your eyes never deceive you.

With a smirk stretched on his face, lando breaks the trance he put you in, this time looking dead into the camera stream. "See it didn't work.... were already in love!"

5: 'how you could make his heart melt from a single kiss'

He swore you were some time of witch! Not understanding how one person as little as you could hold as much power and control in a single kiss. It's like his whole body is put on pause, his heart stopping still but also the feeling of warmth surronding him! Loving the way that even after a stressful day or a time you want to be alone you never made him feel like he was unwanted, always dropping some sort of kiss on his body just to show you that you still cared about him, you just needed a bit of space.

6: 'the way you hold my hand so tight'

"I dont know if I can do this!" Lando whispered, voice filled with fear and uncertainty as he glanced out of the car to find crowds of reporters and fans, cameras already at the ready to ask about yesterdays poor qualifying session and photographs, something that lando loved doing but couldnt think of anything worst at the moment.

"Hey look at me!" You whispered back, hently tilting his head to look at you. Your heart breaking as you see tears threatening to escape. "You are mr..... freaking lando norris" you told him, causing a smile to appear just for a second "do you know much you have achieved already baby! Your fucking 21 years old! How many 21 year olds can say they have done what you have! Not alotttt! & okay yesterday wasnt your day but guess what!? Todays a new day and you have got this!"

Looking back into his eyes you see a different kind of teary lando, this time his eyes full of love and admiration as he listened to you hype him up. Thanking his lucky stars that he has you by his side!

" i couldn't do it without you tho" he sighed, grabbing on to you hand squeezing tightly, just for you to squeeze it back just had hard..... "and you'll never have to.... because I'm never letting go!"

7: 'the times you make sure nothing will harm me'

You ears pricked up the minute you heard the high pitch squeal of your boyfriend. Running up the stairs to find him clinged to one of the stairs banister "what are you doing up there!?!" You giggled, apart of you wondering how he actual got up there...

" can you not see it!" He yelled pointing at the floor, as you glanced around the carpet.... not seeing anything. "Bubs theres noth-" you stopped as you seen a little spider, as big as 5p coin crawling closer to him, causin his screams to get lounder and your giggles to grow.

"Okay okay..... ive got it" throwing your head back you gently pick up the tiny insect placing him out the widow. Returning to find your goofball in the exact same position.... "you okay now!" You giggled as he opened his eyes to find the 'monster' gone. Jumping of the banister he lept in your arms, causing you both to fall to the ground, him landing softly ontop of you tucking his head into your neck. "My hero" he sighed, pecking your lips softly..... "my idiot!"

8: 'how you always watch out for me'

He's never met anyone as soft but fiesty as you. At home... you wouldn't hurt a fly, always wanting to be held, having him as close he possibly could & everyone adored you! Loving your goofy and weird self... however that didnt mean they shouldn't get on the wrong side of you. The minute somebody would talk shit about him you wouldnt hesitate to get your nails out, ready to pounce. & although he adores the fact you were always willing to fight for him he would prefer If he didnt have his personal bodyguard, knowing that it would only take them to poke you and you'll be passed out on the floor... but he couldn't admire your eagerness to protect him more!

9: 'the way you make sure I have everything I need'

"Have you got your toothbrush" you sighed, as lando shuffled around your shared bedroom, dropping the newly washed pile of clothes gently in front of you ready for them to folded up "yes baby"

"Have you got your lanyard?" You giggled, as he tripped over a pile of socks, causing him to ping one at you... "yes (y/n)! We've gone though everything.... ive gonna be okay!" He sighed crouching down to you, kissing your lips gently as he helped you pack. "I know i know...... but have you got your passport?" His eyes widening as he came to the realisation that he has forgotten the most important thing!

"Dont you dare say anything" he chuckled as you looked at him, pride fillling your face as you know him better than he knows himself! But deep down he is ao grateful for your checklists... knowing he'll probably be stranded at heathrow if it wasnt for you.

10: 'how you always know what to say when I'm mad at you"

"Have you changed your hair?" You giggled, tapping him on the cheek as he continued to give you the silent treatment. Clearly not finding your comments at dinner amusing. "Don't be mad at meeeeee!" You sang down his ears, kissing gently behind it an action that you knew he loved! However yet again he turned his face..... "right thats it!" You sigh getting up from of the couch, this time straddling his waist trapping his gaze to yours.

"Lets have sex" you said, voice full of seriousness, as you watched lando slowly break into a smirk trying his hardest not to crack as you pull of your shirt. Failing to ignore you for any longer as you stripped in front of him, he flipped you over this time trapping your body.

"You missus are gonna be the death of me"

11: 'when you buy me things out of the blue'

Alot of people would assume that he would be the gift buyer in the relationship but little did they know that it was all you. Always coming home with little random knickknacks you have found, that remained you of him... if that the colour orange or his favourite type of food. Theres never a time you would return home without a gift in your hand, loving to spoil your little superstar.

12: 'how I could never hate you'

No matter how mad you made him, he knew that the love he helf for you is way to strong for it to ever turn to hate! Don't get me wrong you could be a pain in the arse! You were one of the most stubborn people he knows.... however without out all your weaknesses you wouldn't be you. And he would prefer to put up with your stubbornness than live a single day without you.

[virtual-luvr]

Soulmate

pairing: Xiao x Reader

pronouns: he/him; male reader

content: fighting, archon quest spoilers, soulmates

description: you never expected to find out the reason why Xiao acted the way he did right after Osial was woken up

note: LONG AWAITED PART TWO FOR THREAD LMAODNAK I HOPE YALL ENJOY. @peter-the-pan I remember you asked abt a part two so here :DD

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¡ This is part two to my xiao fic "Thread" so you should read that one before you read this one !

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Your hair flowed to the front of your face as you looked up, Paimon and the traveller at your side.

Your body became tense as the wind and droplets from the sea hit you. Your hair now whipping your face harder.

The color encased you all around as you look around, hoping to find some sort of exit from this bad situation.

Osial had been woken up and none of you knew what to do.

The sound high heels clicking on the Jade Chamber floor made you aware of your surroundings again and as you look back you're met with the familiar site of none other then Ninguang.

She looks at the three of you sternly before opening her mouth.

But before she can say a word, a certain adepti appears.

"What are you doing here?" Xiao asks, he almost stumbled through his semtence once he sees you.

He walks up to you before grabbing onto your shoulder just like he had the first time that you guys met.

"You shouldnt be here"

His breath is almost shaking as he looks between you and Osial. Internally you question why he is so worried about you, you had only met once before.

And as he whispers that to you, you look at the small locket on your chest and smile up at him before squeezing his hand.

"Ill be fine, no need to worry about me Xiao"

The smile you gave him when you said that, even in such a bad moment, almost made his heart flutter out of his chest.

His grip on you weakens as he takes a step back, but still not completely leaving your side.

While this exhange happened between the two of you, Ninguang and the traveller had been starting conversation.

While you werent able to pick up on eberything they said, you were able to hear about the sacrifice Ninguang was about to make.

It made you incredibly sad but you had no time to mope before the Fatui started to attack.

You and the traveller looked at eachother before nodding and running in, a thing you usually did before a battle.

It symbolized you would see eachother again in the end.

Xiao ran behind you as you ran up to one of the many Fatui. You both fought side by side, and while neither of you knew each others attack patterns, you worked perfectly together.

Suddenly a man came up whine you before throwing you to the ground, the locket you had around your neck now broken into small little pieces and the thread carefully placed inside was blowing through the wind.

You heard Xiao yell before your ears started to ring, it was almost unbearable. Your vision got blurry and the pain on your back hurt badly. The Fatui had thrown you so hard you almost broke a bone, at least thats what you thought.

Just as the Fatui almost pierced his weapon through you, Xiao had thrown him back.

He payed no attention to the person before he dropped to his knees and tried to get you up.

As you struggled to stand up, another Fatui member decided to attack the both of you. But Xiao gave him no chance, effectively teleporting behind him before throwing him off the platform.

You extend your hand towards him before a loud cracking erupts and almost echoes throughout the non existant walls around you.

The panic on Xiaos face made your heart hurt so much.

Before you knew it, you were falling.

The platform had now broken and you were in no condition to be able to save yourself.

Unknown to you, Xiao had been able to teleport to one of the cracked pieces of the Guizhong Ballista and teleported closer and closer to you.

He was able to grab onto you before teleporting away and falling to the floor. You both took shaky and deep breaths as you try to regain your composure.

As you tried to stand up, Xiao just clutched onto you harder then ever.

It was still raining, your clothes were soaked and hair was a mess, but same could go for Xiao.

His hair was clinging to his face, but not only was their rain droplets smearing down his face, but tears as well.

He was crying, and you didnt know what to do.

"I could have lost you" he says before grabbing onto your clothes again.

You place his head on your shoulder as he starts shaking. The scene broke you, but you didn't understand why.

Why was he so scared of losing you, were you not just aquaintences?

As you comb your fingers through his hair, you let out a small sigh.

"Why...why do you care about me so much?"

The way you said it, you could barely hear it yourself, you almost worried about if he had even heard you.

But he defenetly did because soon enough he was glaring at you.

"You're such an idiot, why did a boy like you of all people have to be my soulmate"

What did he just say.

Did he just say soulmate?

Your thoughts ran wild as you look down at him, shock evident on your face.

He sniffles before grabbing your face.

"Did you really think I would just give you a piece of my clothing for fun?"

His voice is serious, but him saying that its a piece of his clothing almost made you laugh for some reason.

And that you did.

You let out a laugh as his hands cup your face, Xiao swore it sounded so heavenly.

"I just thought it was a thank you for the almond tofu! Archons I did find you very cute but I didn't think I was your soulmate or something. I never thought such a cute boy like you, would like a boy like me"

Xiao narrowed his eyes as he bites the inside of his cheek, gosh you were enfuriating to say the least.

But he couldn't stay mad at you for too long, humans had other ways of courting. He guessed you just didn't know what he meant by giving you that thread.

As he looks at you again, you meet his gaze.

While his gaze was certainly very serious, it held a soft warmth to it.

It made you all warm inside even thought the rain pouring around you was incredibly cold.

He looks down for a second before looking back up at you and shifting closer.

You grabbed onto the hands which held onto your face and leaned in.

Xiao took the memo and leaned in as well.

Your lips touched for just a second, but it felt amazing.

Xiao shyly kissed you back, he had no experience what so ever, but he felt like he was on cloud nine. Your lips brushed against his. And you kissed him once, twice, then a few soft pecks.

Once you pulled away, you notice how red Xiao had gotten and it makes you let out a chuckle before wrapping him in your arms and falling back on the water soaked floor.

You almost died while learning about Xiao being your soulmate, but thats fine !

[1273 words; april/5/21]

[bookaboutabook]

dancing with our hands tied// blackstairs

i just re read TDA and ofc i found a ton of new songs i associate with blackstairs... so today im sharing how DWOHT is literally a blackstairs song :D lets begin. 

I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason Oh, twenty-five years old Oh, how were you to know, and

boom first line. who loves secrets more than the blackthorns? the answer is no one. that should be their real family motto. ANYWAYS. first sight we love without reason, i think refers to the fact that since they grew up together they’ve always loved each other and when they realized it was a deeper affection they weren’t able to stop it, even knowing that it was against the law and not going to end well for them. also we can go ahead and mentally swap the 25 yrs old with 17 years old for the sake of this. lastly, “how were you to know”, because this is never something they talked about and at the beginning of their relationship it was always unclear how the other felt. 

My, my love had been frozen Deep blue, but you painted me golden Oh, and you held me close Oh, how was I to know that

their love had been frozen in time because there was no way to make it go back-- it is essentially preserved at its most intense form. The golden imagery is a direct parallel to how he paints emma and how he said that he can never paint her without golden paint. LITERALLY she is painted golden. 

I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets Picture of your face in an invisible locket You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it I had a bad feeling

there was that short period of time where they maybe thought they could have a secret relationship and keep their love to themselves, because it was something that neither of them could handle by themselves. the bad feeling is referring to emma discovering the true reason why parabatai being in love is forbidden.

And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis People started talking, putting us through our paces I knew there was no one in the world who could take it I had a bad feeling

here we have good old blackstairs 😈 I think the second line could be referring to how horace and zara found out about their love and were shaming them for it and calling it perverted, which although they SUCK, clearly thats not an encouraging thing to hear from anyone about a relationship that is already so precarious. 

But we were dancing Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied Yeah, we were dancing Like it was the first time, first time

this song as a whole is about a relationship that feels like its doomed from the start. no matter how much enjoyment or love they get from it there is something (parabatai bond) that is holding them back. They want their love to be enough but there is always a threat looming.

I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us So, baby, can we dance Oh, through an avalanche?

The world = the clave. also just the fear that their family would find out and the fact that it is so taboo but something that neither of them can entirely let go of. 

And say, say that we got it I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted Oh, 'cause it's gravity Oh, keeping you with me

pretty self explanatory... they both are what each other wants even w all their flaws and even though its so dangerous to continue pursuing. 

I'd kiss you as the lights went out Swaying as the room burned down I'd hold you as the water rushes in If I could dance with you again

this part just reminds me of the parabatai curse and what they were able to do with their magic-- specifically the fire line. the water rushing in line reminds me of emma drowning in lady midnight and how julian came to her rescue <3 

okay that is all! lmk if you agree or have any other songs that you associate w them bc i love finding new ones!

[miss--river]

Jori Ott

so ive been wanting to write something for my OC Jori Ott for a long time. ive never written for any of my OCs before so i was kinda nervous.  dont think this is good at all (yeah i know you’re not supposed to say that because it deters people from wanting to read your work but i dont want be all super confident about it and have someone be like ‘oh she thinks this is good?)

if anyone decides to read this thank you for taking the time to read about my OC! if no one decides to read this then thats ok because i kinda did this for my sake since this is an idea ive been wanting to write anyway.  it turned to be way longer than i thought tbh. it originally was only supposed to be something short to give a little info on her but then i just kinda kept... going.

so as i said this is for my OC Jori Ott and she has a traumatic past that she cant remember and Trelawny raised her as if she was his own daughter. i dont think i write him accurately but honestly... oh well i guess lmao. i wanted him to be an affectionate father figure to her. there are also some specific things i left out simply because i just havent decided on them yet. also i edited this to the best of my ability but if there is anywhere where it says ‘you’ its because im not used to writing in third-person.

the word count is 2,113

Josiah Trelawny, known amongst their group as a conman and trickster, has been there as a father figure for Jori for most of her life.

When Jori was very young her parents were slaughtered and their home set a blaze for reasons unknown to her. Honestly, she can’t even remember anything about her childhood. All she knows is what Trelawny has told her. His expression would change and Jori couldn’t quite explain it. She could tell it hurt him to think about it, though. She had only ever seen him cry once and it was when she was still very little.

The front door to Trelawny’s tiny home was open, letting a cool breeze pass through as she slept on his bed. A shiver woke Jori from her slumber and she shifted under the blanket trying to find a more comfortable position. Before she could get comfortable enough to drift off back to sleep she heard a sniffle. She slowly opened her eyes and spotted Trelawny sitting on the chair he kept outside his door. His laid his lap and it looked like he was holding something. A necklace?

Trelawny let out another sniffle, making Jori more curious as to what was going on. She quietly say up and swing her legs over the side of the bed and tiptoed over to the doorway. When she got close enough she could see he was indeed holing a necklace, or, more accurately, a locket. However, she couldn’t see what was it and was more confused as to why Trelawny would be so upset.

After a third sniffle, Jori softly called his name, startling him. He quickly stuffed the locket in his best pocket and cleared his face of any evidence of tears. His eyes were puffy and red, however, and it broke Jori’s heart to see a normally cheerful Trelawny so miserable. But, despite the pain the was obviously in, he gave her a smile but his eyes still held pain. He may be a trickster but he couldn’t seem to hide anything from Jori. He had to admit, for an 8 year old she was very sharp.

“My dear, what are you doing awake?” His tone was soft.

She wasn’t sure how to answer him. She didn’t want to lie but she also didn’t want to let him know that she had heard him crying. Instead, she climbed into lap, his hat falling to the small, dusty wooden deck. He didn’t care though. Jori wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “I love you, Josiah. You’re the best dad in the whole world.”

Fresh tears pooled in Trelawny’s eyes as he hugged her back. With some difficulty, he kept his voice from cracking as he replied, “I love you, too.”

Jori hugged him until she eventually fell asleep, slumped on his shoulder. Trelawny carefully carried her back to the and and laid her down without waking her. He pulled the blanket up to her shoulders and placed a light kiss to her top of head.

That was 19 years ago. Jori recalled the night as she got closer the Rhodes saloon. That area was usually empty and she saw it as a good place to finally sit and talk with Trelawny. She wanted to talk to about her childhood, hopefully get some answers about her real parents and why she couldn’t remember anything happened. Trelawny didn’t know that however. Jori was worried that if he knew the reason of the meeting he would refuse.

She walked her horse, Molly, to one of the hitching posts and tied her to it, giving her an affection pat on the neck before ascending the white staircase. There sat Trelawny at table in the corner, steaming cup of tea in front of him and second on the opposite side, waiting for her.

“Ah, Jori!” Trelawny greeted cheerfully and stood up, pulling her into a hug when she was close enough. “I haven’t seen you in weeks! How have you been?”

Jori happily hugged him back then sat in the chair opposite of him. “I’ve been keeping myself busy is all. Even made a few friends.” She picked up the tea Trelawny ordered for her a took sip. She’s never been big on tea but liked it when Trelawny made it.

“Is that so?” He raised a brow. “I hope they’ve been good influences.”

Jori giggled and roll her eyes. “Says the conman who raised me.”

Trelawny just laughed and shook his head. For a while the conversation changed from topic to topic until Jori thought it was finally time to ask about what this meeting was originally for. She could feel the nervousness rising inside her as she gripped the nearly empty tea cup and stared down at the dark liquid.

Trelawny noticed this change in her, his brows knitted together in concern. “Are you alright? Are you suddenly feeling sick?”

“No, no! I’m not feeling sick. It’s just…” Jori trailed off unsure of how to actually bring it up.

“It’s alright, you can tell me.” Trelawny sat up straight, giver her his full attention.

“I just…” Jori cleared her throat trying to find the right words. “I think it’s time that you tell me about my past.”

The atmosphere around them changed and Jori instantly regretted saying anything. She looked up from her cup to Trelawny. Any concern he had was replaced with a look of fear.

Why was he so scared?

Trelawny swallowed hard as a felt a lump in his throat forming. He knew she would ask eventually but he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to bring himself to talk about it. Her parents and him were very close friends. He knew them before they were together. Trelawny subtly clutched at the right pocket in his vest. He could feel Jori’s gaze on him, she was expecting an answer but what was he to say? What he saw that day was gruesome.

“Jori…” he began. His voice was soft as he held back any shakiness in his voice. “I knew your parents for a long time. I was the one who convinced your father to finally talk to your mother. He had been pinning after her for so long.” Despite the pain he was feeling, Trelawny let out a soft chuckle.

“Um,” Jori stopped him before he could go on. “Can you tell me their names?”

“Your father’s name was Henry and your mother’s name was Alice.”

Henry and Alice Ott. You imagined those names trying to see if you could find any memory of them. Unfortunately, you couldn’t even remember their faces.

“He was so taken with her.” Trelawny continued and smiled at the memory. “Unfortunately, she was already with another man.”

“That must have been hard on him. I think if it were me I would have given up, honestly.” Jori has always been a non-confrontational person. She has always preferred to stay out of drama.

“You’re the same as your father in that way.” He gave Jori’s hands a light squeeze as he gave another soft chuckle. Even though she can’t remember her father, hearing that made her feel a little closer to him.

“So, if my mother was already with someone else, how did she and my father get together?” Jori questioned.

“Like I said, it took me a bit of convincing. I don’t know what became of the man but, I do know he was very upset to learn that Alice was leaving him for Henry. He vowed revenge but none of us had seen him since then.”

Jori listened intently, taking in every detail she could.

“I think what drew your mother to your father was his soft nature. Your mother was not one to let people boss her around. She always stood her ground and put up a fight. They were opposites but they both completed each other.”

Trelawny laughed before he continued causing Jori to raise her brows in confusion. “What’s so funny?” She asked.

“I was just thinking… Henry was the kind of person to apologize to you of you spilled soup on his lap.”

Jori couldn’t help but laugh along with him. He was right about her sharing a personality with her father seeing as that was something that had actually happened to her.

“I was Henry’s best man at their wedding. He cried when he saw her in her wedding dress.” He sighed, remembering how hard it was for Henry to get through his vows through his crying. Alice kept her composure the entire time, giving Henry words of encouragement every time he stumbled over his words. “Two years later, Alice got pregnant and you were born. I remember how tiny you were.”

“You were there when I was born?” Jori asked, amazed.

“Well, I wasn’t there for your birth,” he explained. “But, of course I had to see my best friend’s and his wife’s new beautiful baby daughter!” He gave Jori’s hands another squeeze as she giggled.

“Um…” as much as Jori loved hearing about Trelawny’s happy memories with her parents, she really wanted to know about the day of their death. “How much do you about… the fire?”

The lump in Trelawny’s throat reformed and he sighed, mentally preparing himself. His breath was slightly shaky as he let it out slowly and began recounting that day.

“When I got there the house was up in flames. I could see the light from the fire and the smoke on the sky long before I even arrived. But, through the fire, I could hear voices.”

“My parents?” Jori asked, hopefully. She knows their dead but a small part of her was hoping to hear otherwise.

Trelawny shook his head solemnly. “It was a group of men. The leader was… the man your mother left for your father.”

Jori tensed up but didn’t say anything. She imagined how terrified Trelawny must have been arriving to a scene like that.

The images of Henry’s and Alice’s corpses were burned into his memory. The sight was too gruesome for him to even consider telling Jori. Tears stung at his eyes but he held them and continued. “He was going to kidnap you. I don’t want to imagine what he would have done if he had actually gotten away with you.”

This time it was Jori’s turn to give Trelawny’s hands a squeeze. He was usually very well composed but he was having a difficult time keeping it together. His shoulders shook as he fought to keep his tears back and kept swallowing as the lump in his throat just didn’t seem to want to go away. Jori’s heart was breaking seeing him like this.

“Do you remember his name?”

He shook his head. “I never knew his name.”

She sighed in looked down, unsure if even knowing his name would do any good. She’s not one for revenge or murder. Was he even still alive after all this time? Trelawny cleared his throat, pulling her from her thoughts. She watched as he was finally able to recompose himself.

“I’m sorry I never told you.” He said finally.

“It’s ok, I’m not upset.” She reassured him. “But why can’t I remember anything that happened?”

“You fell off his horse as I was stopping him from taking you and you hit your head. I took you to the doctor and he said you suffered a concussion.”

She nodded, soaking in the information. “Thank you, Josiah.”

Jori stood up from her chair, pushing it in. Trelawny followed suit and then walked with her back down the stairs to where her horse was. Suddenly, he remembered the object in his pocket and stopped her before she could climb up into the saddle.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “This is rightfully yours.”

Jori turned to face him curiously and let out a gasp as he pulled what she recognized at the locket from years ago from the pocket in his vest. He opened it and set it in her hands.

“That’s your father,” he pointed a man with black hair and wearing a fancy black suit. “and your mother.” He pointed to the woman with ginger hair and a green dress. “You are her spitting image.” He smiled.

He was right, it felt like she was looking at herself from a different time. Jori put the locket around her neck and thanked Trelawny once again. She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “I love you, Josiah. You’re the best dad in the whole world.”

Trelawny hugged her back just as tightly as he chuckled, remembering that night from 19 years ago. “I love you, too.”

[swtki]

You and Her

Part 1

Pairings: Cho Chang x Cedric Diggorry, George Weasley x Fem! Reader, Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Y/N feels irridemable when she has to accept the facts.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SEX, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ANGST, SAD.

A/N: Ok so this will be obv in Y/N pov, and I may (?) do a part 3 idk. Also in this TL George and Cedric are the same year

I never much thought about boys until I met you. I’d be lying if I said I had never noticed you prior to the great hall, I saw you everywhere that year. Everyone did, at the end of third year you were easily only tall enough to reach my shoulder and you were so skinny, child like in a weird way. But, you came back the next term 5’8, and you had filled out from practicing quiditch all summer. Your voice had dropped, but in its early stages as it was nasally. The girls in our year swooned over you, I did too - only I did it in my mind.

I remember the first time we locked eyes, and I also remember a feeling I couldn’t identify. You couldn’t say a single word, you were frozen before my eyes. But despite that, we were practically attached at the hip by September. I felt so comfortable with you, like I could truly be me. I realized that I loved you in November, but I would have rather died than told you that, and of course I knew you were always in love with me, since day one.

I was scared of ruining things, scared that my emotions would get in your way. So I kept my mouth shut, and I kept my hands in my lap. That worked throughout fourth and fifth year, sixth year it got harder. All I wanted to do was reach out for you, so badly did I want you for myself. But, I couldn’t.

I regret what happened between us, not because of some superficial reason, but for the fact that I had essentially led us into a grey zone. I didn’t want to lable it, but I could see in your eyes that you didn’t feel the same way.

“Y/N, what is this?” You asked, “Are we like friends with-“

“I don’t know. Sorry, I just...I don’t know right now can we please just go to sleep?”

You left it alone after the initial night, but I refused to let us fall apart. So, nothing changed, we still went on with our days, joking and studying as friends do. Until the next month, when I fell off track again and found myself alone in a staircase tower with you. I hated myself, I refused to let either of us get hurt so I knew things needed to change.

When George started talking to me, I felt special. I felt shy around him, like I always needed to be pretty and like I would embarass myself. It was a good, refressing feeling. I know many girls feel that way when they meet their boyfriends, so I just went with it.

He was more than the class clown, George valued my mind more than any other man ever had. Things with George felt like a perfect fit, I was detirmined to irradicate any option that involved you and me. But truthfully, I didn’t love him like I loved you, things always felt good with George, but you always made things feel remarkable.

It was my birthday, a few months after George and I had begun to see each other, he gave me a locket. The gesture was truly sweet, and the picture inside was my favorite of us. But, I wished that instead of George it was you in the photo. This is when I knew that I had truly broken your heart.

“Oh..yeah thats a lovely gift! Didn’t know George was the sentimental type.”

Your gift to me was the quill I had mentioned once in diagon alley, years ago. I couldn’t believe you remembered, and it made it that much harder to wear Georges gift.

I’ll never forget the day I realised I might have broken every spirit left in you. The sky was a clear blue, and the temprature was fair. Of course, all the seventh years took the oprotunity to lounge in the courtyard, myself included.

I often sat with Georges friends when I was with him, and though you were more than welcome to join us, you never did. I tried to balance my time between you two, but it was hard. One week George would get more of my attention, the next week you would. George understood though, he struggled with his brother similarly. 

The trees were casting a shadow above George and mines heads, he had his arm around me in a comfortable position. I was talking with him, but then I saw you.

I saw you and her talking in the hall, bright smiles painted all over your faces. Cho was beautiful, and smart. I knew she was no match for me and thats when I knew. I would never get you back.

I asked you about it a few weeks later, you told me you and her were together.

“Cedric, are you seeing Cho Chang?”

“Yes, I have been for a few days now- officially at least”

I had an ache in my throat from that moment on, but what could I do about it? Every time I saw you, someone I believed to be a forbidden soulmate, I wanted to cry and run away. I never wanted to feel those things. But, then I realized that you must have felt that way about me and George. That painful sting of seeing your person with another.

So I busied myself with my boyfriend, we partied a lot and thankfully it took my mind off of you. I hate to admit it, but everytime George and I had sex, I ended up imagining you.

I felt dirty, I felt like a terrible and wretched girl. I never wanted to be hurt, thats why I was unemotional from the begining. But now, I’m not sure I have the option to show my true feelings.

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#5

anyone else have this exact experience at least 12 times a playthrough

[image description: a picture of two hands shaking each other. one arm is captioned 'subnautica', and the other is 'below zero'. the hands are captioned as 'where is the last fragment i know it spawns here why can't i find the las- what was that'. /end id.]

111 notes • Posted 2021-05-17 17:00:54 GMT

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[/IMAGE ID: A gif of a red heart locket opening to reveal a picture of the Sea Emperor from Subnautica on the left side, and the text "sea emperor my beloved" on the right. /END ID.]

125 notes • Posted 2021-02-21 02:29:46 GMT

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133 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 19:30:44 GMT

#2

underrated canon subnautica lore i think about all the time:

-marguerit fist-fought like 4 stalkers and ripped their teeth out of their mouths. she did this to build bart a cool window. i feel like this should be talked about more because she ONLY did this to build bart a cool window. she fought a group of stalkers for several hours. to build a glorified window for someone she consistently claimed she didn't care about.

-every iteration of bart thinks marguerit is super badass, and even literally says she's badass in one of his original logs

-alterra has knowledge on paul torgal's possible half-children?? and they put this uncomfirmed drama in a missing persons report???

-captain hollister's nickname was hot dog hollister

-relationships have contracts at alterra and people are treated like products that you can choose. or at the very least this is a somewhat popular ideology??

-kharra symptoms include typical flu symptoms, and also aggression! maybe a reason why the degasi never quite worked out their differences?

-kharra has also has a confirmed death count of 143 BILLION. thats ONLY confirmed deaths. the number is undoubtedly higher.

198 notes • Posted 2021-08-24 17:01:31 GMT

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#someone pLEASE edit its a hard knock life over the trailer

SAY NO MORE!!

874 notes • Posted 2021-04-20 17:01:12 GMT

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trans! sirius and nonbinary! regulus because screw jkr:

☆ they definitely both have pins with their pronouns on them

☆ regulus didnt come out to their parents but sirius did

☆ "i mean, they already hate me, im not all too worried"

☆ reg helped sirius pick his name

☆ sirius tells people he's named after a star because he is one

☆ regulus constantly has to deal with professors telling them that they/them is plural and that its incorrect

☆ regulus often threatens people who deadname sirius

☆ sirius does the same, except...its not really threats...more actions.....

☆ "DID YOU JUST CALL MY LITTLE SIBLING A BOY? MY PRECIOUS NONBINARY SIBLING? JAMES, HELP ME HEX A LAD REAL QUICK"

☆ sirius has had his fair share of detentions for that reason

☆ regulus has hexed a couple kids, but doesnt really get caught

☆ james calls regulus "baby black" instead of his previous "baby bro black" after regulus came out

☆ james being an absolute simp for reg

☆ "good godric, if anymore drool comes out of your mouth while staring at reg, youll have an entire ocean on your desk"

☆ james asked them out in his 6th year

☆ sirius lost a fat bet to remus, banking on regulus working up the guts to fess up to james first

☆ regulus couldnt figure out for the life of them why sirius wasnt talking to them or remus, but would gladly talk to james

☆ sirius did help regulus win a bet though

☆ you see...the black's are all bottom bitch babies™

☆ so regulus bet james 20 galleons (yEs 20 whole galleons), that remus would ask out sirius first

☆ because the two were madly in love with each other, despite the things that made them a little different

☆ and you bet your biscuits that remus asked first

☆ james was so pissed, he didnt talk to sirius for a month and refused to kiss regulus for that same month

☆ sirius ran away after fifth year, leaving baby reg at home, which he hated

☆ "dear sirius, YOU ABSOLUTE BITCH, COME BACK, IF I HEAR THE WORD HE USED FOR ME ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO ASK KREACHER TO BRING ME POISON"

☆ in regulus' fifth year (sirius' seventh), they spent every holiday, even the summer!, with the potters

☆ they could have cried

☆ "JAMES CAN WE GET MARRIED RIGHT NOW SO YOUR MOM CAN BE MY MOM AND CALL ME BY MY PRONOUNS ALL THE TIME AND I NEVER HAVE TO LEAVE"

☆ at one point, sirius asked regulus to actually not go home

☆ "you're so much happier here, please reg"

☆ regulus denied, knowing their parents would go bonkers

☆ BUT BOY, WAS THAT CHRISTMAS A BLAST

☆ regulus and sirius had both accidentally gotten each other the same gift, a sweater that said "gender? we dont know her"

☆ james almost peed himself when the two opened their gifts at the same time

☆ remus had to resist the urge to make them take a picture together

☆ james gave sirius a binder and he cried, and he gave regulus a locket that said "i am valid", they cried too

☆ remus gave sirius a leather jacket that had the words "trans and you can catch these hands painted on the back" to which sirius let out a high pitched squeal, and then gave regulus a pair of vans that was in the same colours of the nonbinary flag, reg started crying when they put them on

☆ james' parents got the four boys pride flags: james got a pan flag, sirius got a trans flag, regulus got a nonbinary flag, and remus got a bi flag

☆ NONE OF THEM CAN DENY THE TEARS ON THIS ONE

☆ and regulus and sirius were just some happy kids with boyfriends can you really be mad?

☆ oh, and professor mcgonagall was their #1 supporter, she gifted the brothers each with a custom 'coupon'; sirius had a get out of detention free card and regulus got a get out of being late to class because i was 'busy' free card

SORRY IF THIS WAS CHAOTIC BUT LIKE- I HAVENT SLEPT AND I THOUGHT IT WAS KINDA CUTE, OKAY THATS ALL BYE

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Inspired by the song "Flower of The Plateau" by Mothy, this story thats part of Ever Changing Fate (my story) doesn't have much of a connection to the main plot of ECF but I made it to flesh it out more and because why not.

You might have to zoom in on the picture to be able to read it- sorry oof.

Cast:

Oliver's full name is "Oliver Bortè".

"Chrysana" is not actually Chrysana's real name. Her real name is "Zaria Bortè". Her current full name is " Chrysana Orlov".

Marilla's full name as you would guess is "Marilla Orlov".

The Tsardom of Rinael is inspired by Russia. In case you didn't already know since I've mentioned Parie before, Parie is literally just a play on "Paris" and is insird by France. I'm pretty sure I've said that before but just mentioning for anyone else who read this.

Thus:

Chrysana is basically a French woman except France is in the southeast area of the planet and she abandoned her son and left him for dead before fleeing to Russia except it's in the northwestern area of the planet. She traveled very far away for a reason: it's so far out it would be impossible (so she thought) for anyone to find out who she really was.

Harlots (aka prostitutes for any who didn't know) are heavily discriminated against in Ever Changing Fate due to being seen as sinful even though most of them are only harlots because they need money, such as Chrysana. Chrysana ended up pregnant after being "without her consent used in a vulgar way", which is code for "being RP'd". She was heavily scarred and saw her son as a burning reminder of her experience. She never loved him but upon his birth she thought she could get used to him. But she soon realized that having a son was not very profitable because she couldn't afford to feed both herself and him, and the men she brought in didn't like having a kid around. Babies were too much work in her eyes at the time, and so she abandoned him and chose to completely erase her old identity as the harlot Zaria Bortè, and took on a new identity. In the years after she married the head of House Orlov in Rinael after fleeing there as a stowaway on a ship and had a daughter. But she nevr anticipated her son searching for her...

And so she had to maintain her new identity...

And that mean that anyone who knew of her past must be-

Since you read the text in the above picture, you kno what happened...

"The poor Oliver was found dead"

For your information Marilla was completely oblivious to Oliver being her older brother and her mother not being who she pretended to be, along with Duke Orlov who was also oblivious to everything.

Chrysana faked her entire personality as "Chrysana Orlov" when in reality her true self as "Zaria Bortè" was a cynical, scarred woman who hated the world, and was nearly unapproachable. Due to this in order to survive Chrysana knew she had to forge a new personality for herself which was joyful, social, happy, etc, and thus is why she became known as the "Joy of Rinael" due to the fact Rinael was constantly a gloomy land of snow, so someone who was optimistic and happy was sort of just foreign to them.

Other facts:

Chrysana was an orphan. She had been homeless her entire life until she fled to Rinael. She had found and decided to live in an abandoned house that she had fixed up herself and lit up with candles a few years before Oliver was born, when she was 14.

Yes, Chrysana had been a harlot even before she was of age; she became one when she was 12. "It was all to survive" is what she told herself even though she hated everything, her life, the men, the world...

Chrysana was 19 when she had Oliver.

Oliver is aproximately 6 years older than Marilla.

Marilla actually really wanted a sibling and would have loved having Oliver as her older brother. She got a baby sister a year after Oliver's death and a baby brother another two years after that.

Chrysana and Marilla's appearance is somewhat inspired by Hatsune Miku, mostly Marilla with her pigtails and hair color.

The rose on the headband that Chrysana is wearing is a black rose.

Chrysana's birth name and fake name are both flower names; Chrysana comes from Chrysanthemum and Zaria either is a flower or means flower in some other language, I forget. Marilla is another name for the flower Amaryllis.

Orlov was a noble family in the Russian Empire way back.

Vasily is a common Russian name, I believe.

Duke Vasily Orlov had strawberry blonde hair and purple eyes. He was younger than Chrysana by two years and had loved her nearly ever since she had moved to Rinael. Considering he was was 19 when she moved to Rinael, his teenage hormones were still all over the place and genuinely his crush on her was a childish one at first.

Chrysana despises intercourse nowadays but does it anyway to keep up her farce and to satisfy Vasily.

Chrysana genuinely loves Vasily but the relationship can be strained because of her trauma, fake identity, and fake personality.

Chrysana murdered several other men who happened to be people she slept with years earlier if she saw them whether she was in Rinael or visiting somehwere else because she wants to annihilate all record of her past.

By the time she died Chrysana had murdered about half of the men she slept with in the past.

Chrysana lived in the 1200s T.C., 350~ years before the Second Great Theda Civil War and main plot of Ever Changing Fate.

Chrysana's descendants (specifically Marilla's line) eventually married into the royal family of Rinael and several of the members of the royal family ended up bearing her hair color and or eye color due to it being very dominant throughout her bloodline.

If anyone found out she had been a harlot many years later there would be a bit of a scandal about it in the royal family, how big it would be would depend on how far down the line her descendants are at whenever it was discovered. However, her being a harlot was never found out by anyone.

One of the greatest rulers of Rinael bore both Chrysana's hair and eye color. He lived in the 1400s.

Chrysana became a writer later in her life (Around her mid 40s) and wrote a story that was actually based on her past identity. She wrote it in order to get out everything that she had pent up inside of her. She lied to everyone whenever asked that the entire story was fictitious and was based on many stories with several elements pulled from other stories to make it. It was called "The Tragedy of The Harlot Catria". Catria was the name of Chrysana's mother who was also a harlot according to the records Chrysana managed to find about her. She of course claimed that the records she looked at of Catria were just for her story- in reality Chrysana just desperately wished to know anything about her that she could because she never met her since her mother died in childbirth.

Chrysana knew her mother's name because of a locket that she had held onto since she could remember which had the inscription "Love from mama, Catria, to her lovely daughter, Zaria".

Chrysana's mother was a victim of RP just like Chrysana.

Chrysana's eye color is from her mother, her hair is from her father.

Chrysana met her father once and promptly beat him up for everything he did to her mother and never carung about her. However, he didn't know she was his daughter and she didn't kill him because he was a nobleman of Parie and it would have ended badly for Rinael because it could have caused rumors about him being killed by a Rinaelian nobleman/woman or she could have gotten found out.

Rinael and Parie don't like each other very much. :/

I personally like that you've been building on the character designs because it's really starting to come together in a really beautiful kind of way. The way that you're able to draw hair and the way that the environment affects it is just really telling of the characters in a lot more ways than you realize. It stands out more than just color theory in general.

Posture is one thing but you can see a lot just from the way that someone Styles themselves and just by looking at these characters you can tell that they have this specific energy to them. It's not standoffish. But it's definitely something in the realm of uneasy and uncertain.

I just want to say that these guys have been going through so much and their universe that it is kind of tedious. Can everyone in this room just get along for 5 minutes to have a group hug or something?

[startwithbrooklyn]

THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / SEPTEMBER 30, 2019 // larkspur lane/the whisper box

this post is a double whammy cause they have 2 eps happen in the same day if u can believe it (thats how awful judging timelines in this show is!!)

-"hi josh..." LMAOOOOOOO

-BESS just breaking in lmaooo how many god damn times does bess just shit the bed in this show

-LOVE her frowny face at nancys closet ("my expectations are low" lmfaoooo but this would totally be me)

-"bet she meant it metaphorically" okayyy but then why did lucy say that at all? i feel like theres defo more to this story, combined with josh's cagey behavior (part of which is to get nancy to stop looking into shit d/t him and karen but still)

-"they dont accept visitors unless they're family" .....🙂

-ace "youre really good at that" to bess i fuckin love this friendship with all my heart (also love their talk at the claw mirroring nick & nancys talk in the last ep)

-also PINK AND ORANGE BESS ARE U BLIND (also 1) why tf would nancy own this and 2) where would she wear it??)

-okay wtf is vampire dip

-"boss??" see this is what i meant yesterday about nancy ruining everything for nick/george

-god DAMN she sucks at dealing with this news lmaooo that emotional competency babey + love george literally agrees to help bc she feels bad (AND nicks immediate look of "you just reprimanded me for helping her last ep and i know why youre doing this rn" lmaoooo)

-LOVE george noticing nick "shout out to jean valjean" lmaooo once again nancy would never have noticed/commented on something like that

-"get the hell out of here" was this foreshadowing for an epic dad joke for these two eps? "how do you make holy water? you boil the hell out of it" 😂😂😂😂

-so what i dont get about the whole haunting is the ball + kids' laughter but its all the emphasis on "mr roper" the adult? wtf like what kind of entity is this

-"how did you ever have a solo career??" 😂

-okay amaya's hair is gorgeous here (also "you feel like a snack" ....👀) *ahhh so the reason bess feels so off balance is bc its like a top vs a top scenario

-has anyone who's ever been to prison confirmed this is what it looks like?

-love how ace is the only employee there when they all leave so he had to fucking close the place when he goes

-why does she take the whole file? time constraints? it'd be smarter to take pics + replace it (better sleuthing) but this place is clearly not well run anyway 😂

-so this is a pretty decent cover she invents but theres no way she would get away with it so easily for a real guard

-love how ace recognizes ryan's car (+ is able to find it by driving around)

-"my father wouldnt do anything like that" LMFAOOOOOO SIS WHY ARE U DEFENDING HIM ironically, ace is actually the best person suited to engage w ryan here d/t the car accident + connection with laura being ryans SIL. its a unique set up

-i am fascinated by the concept of priests + holy water being so effective here combined with mcginnis' beliefs and basically nondenominational ghosts/seances etc after that. the show is very clearly big on diversity but definitely steers clear from too much WASP stuff yk? wonder if other stuff from christianity works against the ghosts/demons like taking refuge in a church "holy ground" or using silver etc

-"did this start after the night of sept 10?" *this is where you get the time line for the seance if you didnt know

-this is so fucking funny when u realize that patient sal talks to is actually a ghost so sal really is psycho i guess 😂

-bitchsplain/tall jar of mayonnaise 🙏🏻😌 2gether 4ever

-how did ace get this van? also heart attack when he yells at carson (but then grins at him like a goofball lmaooo)

-"for nancys sake and yours" damn she owes ace big time for all this shit

-"what do we do for 7 minutes?" ...ummm play 7 minutes in heaven lmaooo 👀🥵

-was not expecting ace to look this sexy holding an axe but okay (*ah, its his short sleeve shirt showing his arms. usually hes a sleeves guy)

-"desperate for attention" nancy (from gomber) vs "bc she's starved for attention" patrice --> lucy (and candace also...) we know nancys detective work makes her seem like an attention seeker, but what was lucy doing to make them all think that? she was trying to hide her relationship with ryan, not expose it. unless they just mean the rumors about her?

-so is patrice hiding lucy's "truth" talking about lucy being a whore or lucy being a ghost? what is lucy's secret? did patrice guess she was pregnant or did patrice's somehow garbled mind remember tiffany trying to show patrice the video with lucy on it?

-wonder what captain thom thinks of this stand off w ace lmaooo

-"like you do?" top v top shenanigans

-how awko for carson to talk to karen again like this

-"oh no" ACE 😂

-love how amaya says "be a human" like shes kind of admitting people in rich circles typically arent (^this is an interesting focus in s2 when bess's rich family rejects her, thus making her human again, but nancy embraces her rich fam and experiences subsequent moral struggle which is predicted with the wraith)

-wonder what ryan thinks he could get from the marvins (which he cant get now lmaooo)

-this damn whisper box. so many questions. who named it the whisper box? why are the ropers' old possessions still there? who decided to build a mental hospital on top of it? and patrice! she "hid lucy's secrets" hannah gruen thinks tiffany tried to show patrice video w lucy on it, which patrice then specifically says she hid in the thin mans book. so patrice knows of the thin man? can she see him? does she know he was a ghost/supernatural? she must have a supernatural sense to know about him (unless sal told or some shit) so then when tiffany shows up w/ lucy being supernatural in it patrice hides it to protect her? is this why she is "crazy" kinda like victoria? supernatural elements or ability to sense ghosts makes her unstable? this is why lucy being a ghost/nursery rhyme that she repeats makes patrice worse/"stroke"? how did patrice even get into the whisper box to put the key in the bible and get out without getting trapped? also, her dementia --> lucidity is really fucking off, some people mildly switch like that but usually with dementia they cant even register new shit anymore

-...so did bess take the ride? 👀

-interesting how celia says "your father will be disappointed" but nothing of her own opinion. wonder how much celia truly puts up with to keep everett calm and nonhomicidal

-like george asking nick follow up questions that nancy never really would have asked

🥞🥞🥞(ep13)🥞🥞🥞

-is this bitch just eating a plain pancake with her bare hand?

-"extra case load and excessive volunteering" ugh. nancy's family here are like, gross in how "good" of people they are // unrealistic, trying to paint carson in the best light/ no way ryan could ever compare (but the reality is theyre not that good of people for lying about nancy) **and shes arrogant to think shes better than everyone else ie the only one who truly lives virtuously, thinks she can do no wrong sometimes even tho using sex to cope, breaking and entering, etc is not morally "good" stuff she still thinks she is the only one who doesnt lie and plays fair (like in the pilot she lists everyone else as a suspect but herself- obviously we know she isnt guilty but no one else does. (i mean in theory we really dont, what if nancy was an unreliable narrator and was actually guilty, that would be a hella cool show)its reactions like that where she cant understand why others like the chief suspect her

-ooooh ironic that in the Good Place carson readily agrees to pay her for helping with cases as opposed to s2 in reality

-nick's house has "problems" so why does he need a lawyer? as opposed to an interior designer, plumber, or realtor?

-in the Good Place nick and george realize they are not going to work out after one date. does this failure in the Good Place predict failure in reality, or merely an easier way of figuring out the truth? does this mean that the "opposite" of the Good Place is reality, or only an opinion of what is better? (nancy says "you all like me" as her opinion of them liking her is skewed; does this then only reflect nancys version for what is the "perfect life"?)

-why is bess a hippie??? and love how george curls her hair and wears pink lipstick here

-if this dream is so realistic then why is the one thing it cant conjure smoke? like how random

-love the locket being a key realization bc with things like jewelry you dont notice the weight of them until theyre gone

-"you all like me" in her perfect life nancy means they "like" her objectively/regardless of circumstance even though liking her is still an objective choice (like they "like" her because of other reasons instead of her working at the claw? (like how you make friends with coworkers/people at school every day but after you leave the job/graduate you never speak to them again) and her "thanks for showing up!" as if theyre not doing exactly that in reality 😐like where is she getting this shit? she sort of acknowledges in earlier eps she is hard to like/that she puts mysteries before friends, but also pushing them away to avoid danger like the previous ep "why do u show up" etc

-is it just me or does the inside of nicks "house" look like the drews'?

-nick has a dick scar lmaooooo (or more likely was hit in the balls or smth)

-love how nick + george match their anger in confronting sal 100% on the same level

-so when did ace go back to work after having such a busy day earlier?? lmaooo

-damn father shane is a creep (casting defo hired him for his voice) and how tf did he just poof + escape? and what did he request???

-love bess's white hair bow here 😌+ her jacket, whole outfit on point as usual

-like how bess is right that nancy has to find her way out but thats kind of a nonstarter for a room full of panicked people wanting to help

-in the Good Place theres no bad blood between drews + hudsons bc nancy is really theirs

-"the only one who has the key is you" in the Good Place nancy has the key (smaller picture, to finding out what happened to lucy but bigger picture, post-reveal) but ryan has the clues nancy needs- following the Good Place's mirroring, this just means that in reality ryan will either be completely useless or an active hindrance (but you KNOW this is a dream bc in what universe would ryan remember clues like that 😂)

-so in a perfect universe ryan acknowledges his family's "criminal empire" as opposed to reality where he only makes under cover jabs about disengaging with being an "entitled corrupt legacy criminal" ie finding the bonny scot relics but does nothing about them, etc

-"strippers" 😂

-okay what is nancys obsession w her beanie?? bc her mom made it? "wear beanies do crimes?" idk

-making the call: nancy -unable to make up for lost time/both her mothers had to find out/suffer alone / in the Good Place nancy was able to be with kate while she called, and in reality she had carson; somethig about seeing the mother looking to the daughter for strength in the Good Place instead of the reverse (which is what reality sounded like, kate being strong for nancy through the illness despite the struggle)

-concept: nancy & nick "let's wait out the storm"

-"i believe that you believe it" nick in the Good Place + owen in reality both trust nancy when she says she's seen things (owen's is the teeth) but nick in reality (and not really knowing details) doesnt think much of their "moment" bc it wasnt real (so she had to leave the Good Place to save carson- but if she had known then he wasnt her real dad, would she have stayed to be w nick?)

-stranger - suede james 💙👌🏻

-"really anxious as a kid" v telling bc of her desire to know everything to remain in control of situations like she always does now

-"the medicine or the metaphysics?"/"you cannot beat supernatural with science"

-i love nancy playing with her pinky while saying goodbye 🥺

-"always seek out the truth even if it hurts" this is straight irony bc kate never told nancy anything. like does that include the truth about nancys parentage? they taught her to seek out the truth, but who taught her that the truth is the only thing to live by? ie things dont count anymore like carson and kate straight up raising her is tossed out bc she finds out its not "the truth" like all that work/stress to protect carson + she just drops him? with kate maybe shes just upset thst she spent all that time mourning for someone who lied. and would she do the same to ryan if needed? probably

-bess and ace head tilt 💙

-like how for all the time she spent there nancy only has a subconscious memory of blue curtains

-YESSSSS i LOVEthese beautiful overhead shots of hannah's hands. so out of character for the show lmao but so gorgeous

-i feel like future eps/grand future will be nancy going through the lock boxes to help people who asked hannah for help

-the video is officially dated Aug 22, 2019

-soooooo in the first ep nancy breaks into the hudsons house and finds tiffanys secret drawer w the nail polish and finds the amulet with a note that says "for your protection HG" yet on this video tiffany says she talked to a medium who gave her the amulet sooooo am i just confused? HG is hannah gruen obvi so is the address for the medium what hannah gave her? or was the address on the amulet which nancy dissolved in salt water to see? so how would tiffany know where to go? its chicken and the egg which came first hannah or the medium?

and lastly:

i close these two eps with a thought that everything in this show is sealed in death. all the lies, the imagery, the fake constructs people put up to get by all crumple the second someone dies- all the secrets come clean just like these doors have been unsealed.

[rumorwalsh]

( marilyn lima, cisfemale ) hey ! have you seen RUMOR WALSH around ? SHE works as a FIGURE SKATING INSTRUCTOR at big bear resort, but they must be off their shift by now. well, if you do see them can you let me know ? they’re 21 years old & they’ve been working here for ONE YEAR. they tend to be +ROMANTIC & +GENTLE-HEARTED, but can also be -NAIVE & -SENSITIVE. the other employees have labeled them EINSTEIN IN TENNIS SHOES. thanks a lot ! (  twenty-five cent books at a library sale, reciting medieval love sonnets to yourself, a tea set without a sugar bowl, a locket with a photo inside worn close to your heart,  and a midnight drive to nowhere. ) 

HI, hello. i’m hannah n this is like. the third (??) time that i told myself i was going to join this group n i’ve finally done it, whew! skdjflk i love u simran <3 anyway! i’m 20, kickin it in the est! i’m a full time student (majoring in being a dumb bitch n loving my gf and i’m at the top of my class baby..) and i’m ALSO a preschool teacher so if i’m ever Not here, i’m with my babies !! but that isn’t the reason why ur all here..... ur here for an intro post! so! this is my sweet, strange daughter... rumor ! 

(insert big time rush transition music here)

so y’all already knOw a little bit abt her Life and Backstory bc! she’s roman’s little sister so i’ll just kinda breeze over most of it but

she is the third walsh child born out of four, with 2 older brothers and 1 younger brother.... #goodluckcharlie

she’s nothing short of.... a baby genius tbh ? like babygirl is smart as a WHIP and that much became clear very quickly as a kid, she had the brains to go far! 

but she also had a Lot of energy... a Lot Of It. and focusing in school was always super hard for her, which was frustrating bc she knew everything and what was going on but she couldn’t ever make herself pay attention to it in class and was always getting in trouble

so! her parents tried to find something for her to do that was a constructive way to use all that energy! musical instruments were Not rumor’s friend, neither were most sports. it wasn’t until she started to figure skate that she found her niche :’) an she never looked back!

the rest of school passed? pretty uneventfully? but she did graduate 2 years early and went to columbia university where she majored in history (just like her dad huh) with a concentration focus in medieval and renaissance studies 

and then? she moved right back home post-graduation bc she has no idea what she wants to do w her degree at all! she just wants to figure skate :( so now she’s chillin at big bear, where she’s been for the last year give or take!!

and that’s kinda all i got for the biography rn KJDFMS but here are some fun facts abt rumor as a person that will help u to understand her 

"no its not a nickname"

that might as well have been her middle name. i mean, her parents did saddle her with the first name RUMOR so what would the difference really be

has the worlds biggest sweet tooth, always has cherry sour balls w her at all times

will reach into her pocket and pull her hand out w a piece of candy for you

human embodiment of the pleading face emoji but like while she's stomping on ur foot

as a child, she always wore her hair in two long braids and whenever someone tried to touch one of her braids she kicked them in the shin

has a peanut allergy but every year as a treat on her birthday she eats a reeses peanut butter cup and just stabs herself with an epi pen

her perfume smells like vanilla and orchids

she has fucking terrible eyesight and wears round metallic glasses that she wears at all times bc she's terrified of putting her fingers in her eyes

bites her nails

dog ears corners of book pages

always always always wearing winged eyeliner

wears sweater vests sometimes

her favorite hat is her beret

she’s such a fucking softgirl but like. refuses to admit it and will never ever admit that she needs someone looking out for her but like. she does.. 

super fucking bisexual thank u goodnight

okaY! time for some plots!

one ive been thinking abt A Lot is like. she’s very bianca stratford from 10 things i hate about you adjacent but like. smarter? so i would love to have a dynamic like hers and camerons? something soft n cute and maybe partners in crime ... perhaps they have a crush on her but like.... thats not needed i just want a soft wholesome nerdy friends thing okay

AN EX please give me an ex !!!! one from before college perhaps? that she had to leave earlier than she wanted bc she had to go to new york! someone who broke her heart maybe whether it was on accident or on purpose?? something good and spicy and sad i love to cry thank u 

friends! give her all the friends! ALL OF THEM! shes so cute and gentle and like a golden retriever she would die for all her friends okay? okay

look if u want a rivalry... or a hateship...... or u know smth mmessy and dramatic like that......... im not gonna say NO

basically idk what kind of plots are already happening so like im just here to fill in the gaps! whatever u need! 

and i do have some posts in my wanted connection tag HERE

whew okay i think that’ll do it ily thanks for reading <3

[monorayjak]

My Custom - Planeswalker

I was hoping to get some feedback on him. This is my first, serious attempt at an original character, so don't expect anything good. Anyways, here is a conversation I wrote out between me asking questions and him responding. Keep in mind, please, it is 4 AM and i literally just wrote all this out...so...yeah...expect a few typos.

M(e): So, first off lets start with the basics, so, what is your full name?

D(urah): Durah Olren Voln.

M: Ok, so, how old are you?

D: I am 18.

M: So Durah, tell me, what do you want in life?

D: Oh, thats a quick jump...well, I guess what I really want is to find something to believe in, something that I can stand for. Plus, it wouldn't be bad if I found a group to call a family along the way.

M: Interesting. So tell me, out of the possessions you own, what is the most important one to you?

D: My most important possession is probably my mother's locket.

M: And why is the locket so important?

D: She gave me this locket when I was just a small kid, but it wasn't long after that one of the Gruul clans raided the area we lived in and destroyed everything, we found her body three days after they left, burnt to a crisp.

M: Oh...I'm sorry to hear that.

D: Its ok, I miss her all the time, but it has been ten years.

M: Of course, of course...so, what about your father?

D: My father...the Boros officer, he stood high and mighty for the people he protected, but when he came home everyday, he would drink as much as he could, and then he would yell at me for hours on end about how imperfect I was, because I wasn't him...and then he'd beat me until he had to go back to his patrols. I hate him. I left him behind at 15, and I haven't looked back since.

M: Hm, sounds like you have had a very rough upbringing, what about your friends? Who were you close to after your mother passed away?

D: I was closest to a young merfolk girl named Asimi and another human boy named Veran.

M: So, how have you three been doing the past decade?

D: Well, we started working together doing odd jobs for the guilds, but as time went on, they both joined a guild, and I kept working alone. Veran asked me to help him with a mission for the Orzhov not too long ago.

M: Hm, how did this mission go?

D: Poorly...

M: And why is that?

D: Veran betrayed me.

M: Oh...how...why did he betray you?

D: The council of Orzhova asked him to assassinate a Simic biomancer, and he needed a scape-goat. He told me it was a simple retrieval and delivery job, picking up some materials the Simic had sold to the Orzhov and delivering it.

M: And he left the blame on you after the mission?

D: Not exactly.

M: Really?

D: Yeah, the thing about this Simic biomancer, was that we both knew her.

M: Asimi?

D: Yeah.

M: Could Veran not bring himself to kill a childhood friend?

D: No...he was ready to kill us both if needed, what he didn't expect was for us to fight back. Asimi fought after he began to attack, but he did not plan on fighting fair, he knocked me into a wall and pulled a poison dagger on her. They fought while I struggled to stand back up.

M: What happened next?

D: I failed. He got a hit on her, and after that she was easy to finish off, he was using some kind of rare poison that basically sedated a person after only a few seconds in the bloodstream. Before I could get up to try and help, he had already finished it, and he used a powerful flame spell to char her body, before charging it at me. He knew I hated flames.

M: So, how did you escape?

D: To be honest, I don't really know. One minute I have a fading grasp on reality, I see the flames burn Asimi's body, and then start heading to me, the next minute, I only see a blinding light.

M: Your spark ignited?

D: I guess. I'm still new to this. But anyways, the next thing I know, I'm laying in a dense forest, with some mountains in the distance.

M: Well...seems you've had quite a rough week.

D: Yeah.

M: So, Durah, would you mind if we switch topics for a bit?

D: I'd be happy too.

M: Ok, well in that case, why don't we switch to a lighter one for now.

D: Sounds good.

M: Ok, so, why don't you explain your style.

D: My "style?"

M: Yes, like your clothes, how would you describe the way you dress?

D: Ah...well, to be honest, I don't have much of a "style," I was used to growing up with little money, I mean, my father did spend most of it on alcohol. But, I guess I would say, casual? I just wear some cheap coats and pants.

M: What about the trinkets you have on? Like that skull for example?

D: Well, most of these trinkets are signs of acceptance into guilds. Where I did so many odd jobs over the years, many of the factions began to see me as a, well, a "honorary member" I guess. They gave me some trinkets to prove it. I mean, this glove-gauntlet was a gift from an Izzet mage I helped move some cargo, and these goggles were a present from the Simic for helping me dive down on their missions. Now, the skull you pointed out, is actually from a Gruul clan.

M: The Gruul? But, weren't the Gruul the ones who took your mothers life?

D: Well, yes, but the Gruul are seperated into hundreds of different clans. This clan is known as "Burning Tree" and while they are still strong and respected, they don't really do the large-scale raids that took my mother. At least, they don't do it a lot.

M: Ah, well, what about tattoos? Do you have any?

D: A few. I have one that's modeled after the symbol the Living Guildpact uses on my shoulder, and I have a few Gruul markings along this arm.

M: Hmm, why do you have a tattoo of the Living Guildpact's symbol?

D: I respect him, he creates peace between the guilds, at least more than their was when I grew up.

M: Well. In theme with our previous topic, why don't we look at combat style. Do you use any weapons? Do you rely on magic?

D: I usually use cryomancy for combat, but I also have a staff that I can use in physical combat.

M: Any particular reason you use a staff?

D: Mostly just how I was trained. I took combat lessons from the Gruul and Izzet.

M: Combat lessons from the Izzet?

D: Yeah...believe it or not but some of them are excellent fighters. But anyway, the Gruul used staffs mainly as their weapon of choice, and the Izzet modified my original staff with some tech to channel my ice magic.

M: Handy.

D: Yep.

M: So, now feel free to deny it, but if you don't mind, what is your sexuality?

D: Oh...well.. that was unexpected.

M: Feel free to stay silent.

D: No, its fine. I guess I would have to say Bisexual. I mean, I've never really had any serious romances or really sat down and thought about it, but I don't really care about a persons sex.

M: Fair enough. Now, I want to ask you a question that, based on what you have told me, you may have strong feelings about, is it ok if I ask it?

D: Well, sure, I guess.

M: Ok, have you ever been intoxicated?

D: A few times, twice when I was little, and once when I was older.

M: Really? How did they come about?

D: The first time was a simple accident, my father left his out, and I got my hands on it. I puked for a week.

M: Hm, well, what about the second?

D: The second time was less...cute. My father found out I had taken a drink from his...

M: The first time?

D: Yes.

M: Well, how did he react?

D: He yelled. I remember one moment very clearly, he had me pinned to the floor and was yelling something along the lines of "You want my drink!? Here, have it ALL THEN!" After that, he poured a whole bottle into my mouth and beat me after I swallowed it, telling me "A real man would have spit it back out and hit him."

M: Oh...

D: Yeah...

M: Well...what about the third time?

D: The third time was to celebrate my freedom from my dad. Asimi, Veran, and I all celebrated my escape.

M: Well, sounds like that memory was a happier one!

D: I wish. After just a few drinks...I lost control.

M: What?

D: I slipped into those same actions...I almost really hurt my friends...I...I was a monster...just like him...I vowed to never take a drink again after that day. I didn't want to be like him, I wanted to be someone he would be sick of, someone he would hate as much as I hate him. But after just a few drinks...I became him.

M: NO! I'm sure you gained back control before you hurt your friends!

D: Luckily.

M: Well...with that I think it may be time to begin wrapping up, but just to end on a happier note, do you think you could tell us any quirks you have?

D: ...

M: Durah?

D: Sorry....quirks you said?

M: Yes, if you have any.

D: Well, a big one is my heterochromia, my eyes are different colors.

M: Well, any others?

D: One more...

M: What is it?

D: I count in song...

M: Huh...not what I was expecting to be honest.

D: Yeah...figured we should end lighter.

M: Fair. Well Durah...I think its about time I take my leave, thank you for meeting with me today.

D: Yeah, thanks for listening.

[waywardsignnsa]

Happy Birthday Aubrey

@hcppiier || super late replying to this rip me. Under the cut for length reasons.

“ … Hey .. don’t fall asleep yet…” he whispered, though he knew it was probably going to be hard since the world around her was warm and cozy. it would easily coax her into a deep sleep, but he wanted her to wait a little bit longer. soft kisses placed on her forehead before leaning his head to kiss her shoulder. how old was she turning now ? how long has he had her in his life ? these were the questions he thought, leaving kisses against her skin as he watched the clock in their room strike midnight. “ hey .. happy birthday..” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against hers. even if she had fallen asleep or was half asleep, he would still say it before following suit. 

the morning was filled with just the same soft kisses and loving words, again wishing her a happy birthday as he coaxed her awake. though he would like nothing else but to stay in bed with her, he definitely had plans for her birthday. “ cmon, koala bear …” he teased lightly, kissing her shoulder and then her lips. moving, if he was able, to get them started with their regular routine for the day ( meditation, yoga, and work outs ). it was during breakfast her first gift will come, “ it’s nothing special but .. more useful than anything..” it was a completely new outfit for whenever they were out for a ride. which included an embroidered leather jacket with her name on it ( as well as a heart with Ozemir’s name beside it), new pants, and some new boots to go along with it. “ you can wear that today for our bike ride yeah ?” just shrugging and smiling some. 

the traditional bike ride was just as it always was. aubrey on hers and ozemir on his own, though they often abandoned aubrey’s to simply have her ride with him. they completely abandoned it when ozemir mentioned it was time to go on the first little thing he planned. where to ? a wine and design. maybe it was a bit cliche because she was an artist, but he thought this one would be more fun if anything. mostly because it was a couple’s class and they were doing self portraits of the other. it would definitely be filled with Ozemir trying to get paint on Aubrey’s face or taking a peek at her own one.. now realizing he liked watching her paint than doing it himself .but he ended up doing a decent work as well, trying to capture aubrey in a painting was a bit hard though.. mostly because she was just real like art ( now thats cheesy ). 

after that class, he was prepared to take her to dinner now, though going home to change would definitely be a good option as well. so home they went to shower and get dressed for dinner – though honestly somehow turning into a night in and take out. mostly having to do with the fact that ozemir was too busy looking at aubrey to realize they were going to be late, that he just kept watchin her pick out an outfit or tossing one he floor because it wasn’t what she wanted to begin with. not that she was the reason they were late – ozemir didn’t even pick out his clothes yet. he watched his fiancee during this and just fell more in love with her… and realized how lucky he was to be alive when she was too. 

as much as it was nice to take her out, he just wanted her to himself now. to properly show how happy he was that she was alive. so instead of getting ready, he ended up just kissing her instead of helping her choose an outfit. whether the kiss lead to more wasn’t his intention, but it definitely made for a night in. not that that was anything bad. mostly because – though yes he already did one art related thing, he thought this would be another fun activity for today too. so while they waited for their takeout, and set up their pillow fort/nest. He also pulled out a large sheet of coloring paper for them to work on together. again he knew how cheesy it was but like before he likes watching her do art, especially when her tongue stuck out ever slightly when she was so concentrated. eventually it ended up with either him doodling on her, drawing hearts on her arm or shoulders, as well as attempts of bailey and dusty. or her coloring in some of his tattoos perhaps. 

continuing their night, in their pillow fort to begin watching a move. he held her tightly and was more in tuned with the feeling of her breathing than he was in watching the film. several times his eyes fell on her and watched her reaction, arm securely around her. he was extremely affectionate on this day. because he found himself kissing her forehead, before kissing her again. though he didn’t get her something extravagant, and he chose to stay in for tonight – he really hoped he was still able to convey how special she was to him. if not – god he spoke the words soon after that kiss. words of pure adoration, pride, love. all to remind her how much she means to him and how lucky this world has someone with such a bright heart and soul as her.

he did have .. one more gift though. it was a very cheesy gift but fuck it.. “ one more thing, i promise..nothing over the top this time.. gotta save for the wedding..” he teased. “ but its for the wedding … shit people say you gotta have something new, blue, borrowed ? – i got you a something old you can wear.” remember when heart lockets were a thing children got ? well .. this was just that. “ i found it in my mom’s jewelry box when she was cleaning it out – she found this and it belonged to her grandmother.. i think its fitting..” he spoke softly, why it was fitting ? because the name engraved on it was just the same. Aubrey. “ I met her like once.. but I think she would be happy it went to someone like you.. someone as bright.. loving, caring .. resilient, brave.. yeah .. Im sure she would have loved you ..” he smiled, the bright smile that was so rare to see, but aubrey .. aubrey got to see it nearly every day. because she was just. . aubrey. and that alone was so special and heartwarming. 

“ happy birthday, aubrey..” he whispered, coming in again for another kiss. 

As cheesy as it might seem, Aubrey thought that most days with Ozemir were pretty darn perfect ... but today? Today was just ... a little bit more so. While it was true that she was half asleep and barely even able to hear Ozemir’s first words to her the moment the clock struck midnight, she certainly heard it later on when she finally rose from her slumber. Though it was a touch difficult to get her up and going for their usual morning routine (that certainly was a bit more important for her than it would be for other people), it only took a little longer than usual to get her up and out of bed. 

Though there was nothing quite like a good wake up than the excitement of a gift! And seeing what it was? She couldn’t help but snatch them all away from him and immediately rush to slip into the protective clothing with the brightest of smiles ... though it was half way through that she realized she didn’t actually thank him just yet ... and quickly amended that. Embracing Ozemir happily with her leather pants only half on, she drug him down for an excited kiss before returning to getting dressed ... and fussing that Ozemir did the same. 

And through the rest of the afternoon? She couldn’t help but keep stealing glances at her husband-to-be, an absolutely ridiculous smile constantly at her lips even through the entire class. Not even being chastised by the person could diminish her mood, happily painting Ozemir ... though admittedly she didn’t finish before the class was over, but that was more than okay. She wasn’t too terribly bothered, more than happy to return home ... 

And more than happy to grow intimate with the man she loved. How could she possibly let the moment pass? Sure there were countless moments where intimacy like this didn’t lead into something more heated ... but she wanted to touch him ... wanted to be with him ... fuck the dinner appointment, as far as she was concerned. The entire night was adding up to be perfect the way it was, more than happy to slip into her comfy clothing and curl up close to Ozemir ... though naturally the moment he began to speak her attention turned to him, dark eyes gazing up to him as he spoke ... only to fall to his hands as he showed her the final gift of the day. 

With her eyes widening as he explained what it meant to him and what it was ... and she couldn’t help how her emotions seemed to overflow immediately. With a few tears escaping her eyes, her smile was as radiant as can be, the emotions only growing the moment she saw that beautiful smile of his. She couldn’t help but move to trace his lower lip with her thumb when she saw it, couldn’t help how she felt ... so full. So full of love and happiness and joy ... all because of him. 

“...Its perfect...” she whispered just before his lips met hers, her eyes closing as she let herself melt into the kiss, letting it linger and go on and on before finally pulling away ... and once she did? Secured teh necklace in a safe place before returning to his side, curling up under his arm and against his side, randomly tracing lines against his bare skin ... and finishing the day just as it had started: 

With the man she loved.

[ofaudreys-blog]

hello everyone i’m blue (or another color if it makes it less confusing kjsdjfkks)! i’m super excited to introduce you guys to audrey, big heart in a smol body! but yes okay i have her backstory n personality n wanted connections under the cut so pls hmu on here or discord to plot bc im literally so hyped!!

— audrey tuyen phan  is finishing up her last year at ventura with hopes of graduating and attending university of california, los angeles to study biology. four years in and she’s known as the syrupy, which makes perfect sense considering how amicable, fervent, sensitive, and obdurate she is. that title landed her the senior class superlative of most likely to come back to the school and teach. when you hear coloring outside the lines - misterwives coming from a car this summer, it’ll most likely be them. speaking of summer, once school ends i hear her plans are to get out of her comfort zone. i can’t help but to be reminded of a sunset glistening over the ocean, splatters of oil paint on old clothes, flower petals pressed between the pages of a book, and a heart shaped locket filled with memories.

okay so! backstory time!

audrey grew up in ventura! she has a younger sister (sophie) and grew up with her mom and her dad around for the most part. was introduced to art as a kid and had an ok childhood! her dad's a graphic designer and would draw with her or sing lullabies to her when she was young n her mom was an up-and-coming, trying to make it big actress! 

her parents got divorced in the middle of 6th grade and it kinda broke audrey’s heart? because she really believed in her parents’ meet-cute story of like “love at first sight” and all that! but nope her mom was hooking up with a co-star behind her dad’s back and then up and left the family without much care for any of them and it hit Really Hard

her dad didn’t remarry and  bc of legal reasons she had to visit her mom (who pretended to care for audrey n sophie... but really didnt) every other weekend and audrey was just not about that and it kinda made her become super shy

her dad started to become super busy (and also was beginning to drink a lot more heavily... but audrey pretended not to notice) and so her grandmother would tend to care for her and her sister and it was great for a time! her grandma was the Best and would bake w them and bring them out to the park to play and sit her up on the counter and wag her finger on what to do and what not to do and like audrey’s heart, even tho it was a lil doubtful of love in those moments, she was taught to be v kind and loving to everyone she met

her grandma was diagnosed w leukemia and eventually passed away and at that point audrey was v v sad bc she was v close with her grandma but her grandma’s last words to her were about staying true to herself and to always have love in her heart so to this day she tries to live up to those words and like !! its what really drives her to be empathetic

her dad reached his lowest point w alcoholism and would occasionally lash out verbally at his children but never violently, and at some point audrey stuck up the courage to get him into AA during her freshman year and so now she tries to make sure her dad’s sober and is afraid to leave for college bc she doesn’t want him to relapse (so thats why she’s going to ucla bc it’s not terribly far)

currently her sister’s a freshman and going to be a sophomore and audrey’s constantly looking out for her lil sister bc she can see that she’s fallin into the wrong crowd so rip but audrey’s that Annoying Older Sibling who keeps trying to protect her sister even tho u just gotta let them experience life

she’s going to ucla to study biology and hopefully become a doctor / nurse bc she wants to help other ppl really badly! at school she’s definitely a local volunteer for almost everything, possibly a cheerleader? she got Pep, probably works at a local library bc she a big Softie for books!, and probably the head of like an art club or smth skdkskkjds

OKAY ONTO HER PERSONALITY BC THIS IS LONG ENOUGH

she’s a giant hopeless romantic and falls in love really easily and normally for the wrong people. like in short, v idealistic and v much a dreamer, always optimistic about the future!!! believes in everyone and gives second chances and v much nonconfrontational

she’s super talkative and energetic and could probably talk ur ear off and will 100% try to befriend almost everyone and it can honestly sometimes come off as fake?? but like she’s genuinely trying , although sometimes it gets exhausting for her

she’s super passionate and she’s a v much all or nothing type of person! will put her heart and soul into anything and everything

loves to people watch and sketches almost everyone she meets and everyone she sees, she’s v big on Art and probably has half-finished sketchbooks lying around her room and unfinished canvases and her desk (and clothes) are probably covered in paint Always! loves to visit art museums

she loves to stargaze too! big into astrology. she’s a pisces

cooks like a Food Network Star and probably makes all of her grandma’s recipes and probably if u ever come over her house she will cook u up a five course meal

oh yeah she’s v much sensitive and emotional, like if u poke her feelings she will b all over the place but she likes to pretend she’s strong but she’s soft! i mean she will stick up for her friends and is slowly building up her courage, but she will cry 5 minutes BEFORE Up begins or really any disney movie , she’s a giant fan of disney. will apologize in 0.5 seconds bc she wants everyone to get along and b happy , v much a peacemaker

she’s kinda free spirited?? spontaneous and definitely up for last minute adventures and midnight trips into downtown but in the end she’s scared of letting go and getting out of her comfort zone but she’s trying to get better at that this summer, especially since she knows she’ll be homesick once she goes to uni

and i think thats it!!!! time for wanted connections here we go

bad/good influence where either they help her become a bit more Tough or just get her to branch out and get her Wild Side to emerge

ex who totally broke her heart :/// or maybe theyre on good terms now!

ex friends???

unrequited love?

frenemies ??/

rivals??

give this gal an enemy who annoys the heck outta her and brings out her Bad Side

ppl who came close to dating / were close friends who were about to date but something happened and now its super awkward

art friends! or her muse who she loves to draw/paint with

OR WE CAN BRAINSTORM!! <3 hmu i love u all

[shoreloved]

but listen..... this mermaid oc either uhh was left at some human family’s doorstep or she has one human parent and is left there for some reason and she has a magical locket where if she goes in water w it on she’s chill no tail or fins thats why she doesn’t know she’s a mermaid until smth happens and she goes in w/o it

[greenflamedwriter]

Fea, Stray Knight | Chap Six

Lance

Lance sat on his bed hugging a pillow to his chest as Keith ranted away, pacing back and forth burning a hole in his carpet while he was at it.

“He was like me- I Thought if anyone knew what I was going through he would understand? But I didn’t get any answers I put both of our lives in danger.”

Keith sounded frustrated mostly at himself but he was also pissed at Shiro, I mean who wouldn’t be? Lance listened silently then shrugged “Well screaming at the walls isn’t going to help.”

Keith paused and stared at Lance opening his mouth to snap back then paused at the sight of Lance’s face.

And the two crescent moon scars on his cheekbones. They were faint but Keith could still see them. Keith sat on the bed beside him and outstretched his hand placing it upon Lance’s cheek, there was a small indent of the cresent moon marks upon closer inspection, Keith looked regretful “Oh god, I am so sorry for what happened today- if I’d knew-” Lance cut him off placing his hand on his “Hey I’m fine, okay- not dead yet.” He spoke softly and Keith mouth twitched into a smile.

They both froze at the position they held, it felt charged with something. Keith moved away first before Lance could even begin to wonder what just happened.

“Okay, so what were your questions, we’ll start from there.” Lance coughed out trying to change topics.

Keith blinked then groaned looking away “Well, why was I a changeling? Did my parents not want me or was I sick or something... what court were they part off? why did Shiro know me in foster care.” Keith placed a hand over his face “It doesn’t make any sense.”

Lance was staring at him intently “Well, we found out one thing, Charm speak? Where a Fea causes compulsion to make a human do as they say.” Keith raised an eyebrow “Allura did that to you, we didn’t learn that from shiro.” Lance pursed his lips.

“She did? i thought she was aggressively flirting.” Keith wished he could slap the dopey look on Lance’s face.

“She sat on you.” Lance smirk grew sultry “She can sit on me any-”

-Keith smacked him with a pillow cutting off that nasty train if thought.

“Ow- okay I’ll allow that. Oh wait,” Lance suddenly slid of the bed and began to dig under his bed and Keith tensed waiting get hit with a book, a scrapbook was not what he was expecting but he braced for inpact.

Lance flicking through confused him to frown.

“What’re you doing?” Lance sat back on the bed.

“My grandmother made this, I think she was trying to write a story about Fearies or sonethong, thats why I remembered it.” Lance said suddenly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Keith raised an eyebrow “You had this here the whole time?”

Lance ignored Keiths sour fave and instead placed his finger lightly beside the page “I…Forgot, I think when she passed away, I avoided things like this. Because they reminded me of her.”

Keith have a sharp intake of breath “Lance- I’m so sorry,”

“Its fine, anyway I think changeling is in here somewhere.” Hopefully Keith would take the hint to change topics, fortunately he did and scooted over to sit beside him.

The next morning pebbles tittered the window, Keith who was a light sleeper woke up instantly and inspected it, he gaped at the dark cloaked figure in the garden looking up at him.

He gaped to see Shiro waving like a puppy, Keith opened up the window and popped his head outside and hissed sharply “What are you doing here!?” Shiro blinked “Keith?”

Keith wondered why Shiro was staring until he realised he was still purple, and if anyone could turn him back…

He glanced at Lance sleeping on his bed and bit his lip, Lance forgive me.

He turned back to Shiro waiting outside, looking awkward, “Wait there-” He reached blindly and then grabbed a black hoodie hanging of the back of a chair and pulled on his jeans.

“Hmm wah?” Lance stirred and Keith tensed shit “Lance I’m running out for a bit, you stay in bed.”

“M’kay,” Lance rolled over and Keith blinked...that was easy.

Shiro smiled like a puppy and waved over to Keith “Hi-”

A fist slammed into his face as Keith scowled darkly at him “How dare you show your face around here!” he tried to remain quite in case he woke Lance up, he did leave the window open.

Shiro held his hands out placement “I just wanted to talk,”

Keith rolled his wrist, he hit him too hard “I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”

“Lance is in danger.” Keith paused, glared at him his lilac eyes shaded black “Are you threatening him?”

Shiro only looked apologetic “No, something worse than me.”

Now Keith crossed his arms “Something worse than you?”

Shiro gestured to a pathway towards the town and Keith followed “Why do you think Lance is in trouble.” He knew he shouldn’t encourage this but honestly anything to do with the fea he did want to know.

“None of the others have noticed yet, but I think you have known for a while now.” Shiro didn’t bother with small talk, if he wasn’t mad at the elf he would find it refreshing.

“Known what?”

“That Lance has the sight.” Keith almost stopped talking “The what?” Now Shiro gave him an odd look “The sight, it means a human for no reason whatsoever can see through the glamour of the fea.” Shiro even glanced up thoughtfully “Well they can see things even the Fea themselves can’t see.”

“Well that’s not true, if that was the case Lance would’ve known what I was before I did. Look at me I’m purple!” Shiro paused.

“Purple?”

“Yeah!”

“Keith you still look human,”

“Shiro dont bullshit me-”

“We’re in public and no one has noticed neither did I, for that matter.”

“So I’m…I never lifted it?” But hishands were purple!

“Maybe you did for yourself maybe thats whats triggered Lance’s awakening.

“No- at the courts I ate some fruit, Lancesaid it was disgusting but to me it looked nornal.

Now Shiro looked worried “Well, he wouldn't have been able to see at all, if Lance was never exposed to the courts he wouldn’t have the sight.” Keith stopped walking and gazed down at the floor. Shiro stopped walking and glanced back to Keith and raised an eyebrow. “Keith?”

“Oh god its my fault- I took him there, i exposed him.”

“Keith it wasn’t your fault.”

“Then tell me, the last boy who had the sight what happened to him?” Shiro looked away. And Keith's nerves skyrocketed

“Tell me!”

“They,” he looked back at Keith his eyes dark. “They ripped out his eyes.”

Lance rolled over still caught in the inbetween of dreams and waking, his eyes blinked open when he heard a muffled sound. “Lance wake up-” Lance frowned, did he have school today? He glanced at the time and remembered.

“I have free period today!” He groaned and his mothers yelling ceased. It was his one day of, he rolled over his arm draped over his head, he heard his mother call back “Oh sorry, I forgot,” Of course she did, she tried to take care of him and everyone else, he smiled and almost fell back asleep.

Until yellow eyes flashed through his mind, Lance gripped the sheets and jolted so suddenly he almost fell out of bed, the terror snapping him fully awake-and remebering somethijg he was supposed to do.

he threw the blankets away as he reached underneath his bed frantically for the boxes, he pulled one out and rifled through all the contents inside, albums upon albums of photo’s Lance grabbed one at random and opened it up in his frantic search he paused.

Lance was with two people, a big guy with a yellow bandana and a little...guy? With glasses he can’t remember them but this...it was taken recently. He took the photo and slipped it into his back pocket.

Forgetting it instantly he began to pile through all of his albums. And he couldn’t find it.

“Honey? What are you looking for?” Lance glanced up “Um a picture of grandma? You know where it is?” He began looking around and missed her face falling.

“Lance honey?” She spoke softly it made Lance look up, she pressed her lips together then sighed “Do you not remember?” Lance blinked “Remember what?”

“When your grandmother died, you took it pretty hard.” Lance nodded he knew that “And since you didn’t have friends at school it was harder for you, so you asked to take all of her photo’s to your locker.” Lance could only stare uncomprehending. What did she mean? He had friends in school...didn’t he...Where was this going?

“We had no idea it would happen but some kids burned your locker, remember you went ballistic and we worried you’d be kicked out of school that kids nose never quite healed right.”

Before Lance could ask he remembered. James Griffen.

“I must of repressed it.” He glanced down, so they had no photo’s. None at all. Until his mother took off her necklace and took his hand placing it in the centre “This is the last thing I have of her,” She gave a watery smile and Lance shook his head “No-”

“Lance-” He stood up “No I mean,” He took out his phone and placed the locket near the window and took a picture, he gave it back with a smile “This is all I could ask for.” She blinked then smiled surprised.

“That Keith boy is doing you wonders, you were always alone in school I worried...Lance be careful with him- I’m not making assumptions that he’s a delinquent, it’s just you were going down a dark path and this kid appears ...it’s nice to see I was wrong.”

And didn’t Lance feel like crap, his mother had no idea what they’ve been doing- but that’s changed now he and Keith decided not to go back to the courts.

So in a way he is keeping some promise “Yeah. I promise I’ll be more careful.” He started to put his albums away and his mom stopped him.

“Why don’t we go through them?” She asked and Lance paused then relaxed “Sure mom,” He pulled up a random one and they both got comfortable going through the photo albums as the sun slowly raised higher through Lance’s window.

Lance yawned and placed the album down and glanced back to his phone that had the photo, “Hey mum I’m just going to the polaroid place,” dumb name, he knows.

She raised an eyebrow “What for?”

“To print of the picture, I just wanted a physical copy.” She stood up her legs cracking beneath her, she groaned as she stood straighter. “I don’t see what the fuss is about, just take mine.” Lance shook his head “I want to be careful.” He beamed “Maybe when I’m older.”

“Is that the time already?” his mother looked out the window he glanced where she was looking but he didn’t look at the view his eye locked onto a small flower tucked in the corner. She moved her hand through his hair “I’m going down stairs, I left the kids alone too long.” Lance snickered “They’re like animals.”

Once she left Lance gazed down at his albums puzzled, then picked up his diary, he flicked through the pages.

He...must have blanked most of his childhood, what he wrote- his school life was horrible, he kept getting bullied by James and the others.

He had no friends, no one to stick up for him no one to make him laugh or have his back...his grandother was the only person who he could talk too. With his siblings of to the Garrison and his younger siblings needing taking care of he had no one.

His grandmother was always there and when she died, he got worse. He remembered it was a dark swirl of black emotions, like he was drowning and then the fire.

His locker burning all of memories he had of her.

He punched James but that wasn’t all he did, he started fights. He lashed out and retreated further and further into himself.

That’s why everyone was afraid of him at school, why the bullies never bothered Keith once Lance appeared.

But...that’s not what happened. He had conflicting emotions of one part of his memories being good but the other part being really bad, as if seeing from different perspectives changed it like-

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the photo, he stared at the two strangers and tried to focus really hard.

He knew them they helped him when he was bullied but they didn’t- He was alone in that locker room with a bloody nose and had to help himself.

They made jokes at dinner time- He was always alone at dinner time.

What was real?

The sunlight rose and flashed against his window pain, Lance grimaced as something flashed past his eyes he looked up and saw a bottle on the window sill, with a flower inside.

He stood up and picked it up, inspecting it with a squint, it wasn’t until he pulled out the flower and twisted it between his fingers did he remember what this type of flower did, the photo in his back pocket burned.

“Mum, where did Keith go?” He asked she shrugged “He left earlier before, he seemed to be in a hurry.”

Lance grabbed his wallet and kissed his mum on the check “Be home soon,” She turned around with a scowl on her face “Don’t be back too late!” He waved back “I be back soon before you know it.”