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we-always-hit-our-ass · 4 years ago

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Could I request something with Liebgott where you’re going through a tough pregnancy and how you deal with it together please

Author’s Note: Ohohoho- This request right here has me imagining things, like oh my gosh I was so hyped to write this. But oh dear, I’m actually... Really not sure about this one???? Idk why- I still hope you enjoy, lovely anon!

Words: 5.0k (eye-)

Disclaimers: Swearingggg also I made it Modern!AU because I feel like it’s easier to write than pregnancy in the mid-to-late 40s. There’s also just the teenist hint of angst so yeah-

Description: As happy as you and Joe were when you found out you were pregnant, you knew it was going to be difficult--who were you kidding? With stress high enough, one day the two of you broke out into an argument. However in the end, you and Joe knew that no matter what--the both of you will get through this together.

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The powerful rush of glee and joy washing over you that one fateful day was unforgettable, to say the least. Holding the pregnancy test in your fingers brought a certain kind of happiness to your whole entire being.

You and Joe had always wanted children, with your husband going on his cute rambles about how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you--with a few or more children along the way. The both of you always seemed to talk about the aspect of having children, it excited you to whole other levels and seeing Joe’s warm brown eyes light up would make it all worth it.

He would always grasp your hands in his, his mouth running a thousand miles a minute when the topic of children came up. The small action bringing a genuine smile across your face as you two discuss more about what it’d be like. The name, whether it’d be a boy or a girl, the new room, clothing, and oh so much more.

Your mind was always buzzing during those moments, scene after scene of your new life flashed between your head before a new one replaced the previous one.

Of course you noticed signs, like your period not coming up or tiny bits of nausea here and there. It’d been two and a half weeks since you and Joe had done things in the bedroom and when the signs kept on happening you called your mom. Every time you said another one of the things happening to you, the first thing that came to her mind was pregnancy.

Your mom instantly gave you all sorts of advice, telling you the do’s and don’ts--which you immediately took note of. With the call now ended, you decided to head over to a pharmacy and buy a few different brands of tests.

So when you peered at the test in the restroom, turning it over with your dainty fingers shaking slightly--you were more than antsy for the result. The anticipation was real and you debated on taking your time or immediately looking at the test to figure out the results faster. Not willing to wait, you chose the latter and you were instantly glad that you did. How two lines changed your life, the idea of it was thrilling. Something so ordinary when taken into the right circumstances truly can be remarkable.

Your hands were shaking uncontrollably from excitement. They almost threatened to drop the test you held carefully in your fingers and you raised two of your hands to hold it in your grasp. You then tighten your grip on it, your bright (E/C) widening larger than you can ever imagine.

Sitting there for what felt like forever, you brought your right hand to cover your mouth from squealing loudly because of sheer and utter thrill and happiness. You found yourself doing a little sort of dance of celebration, positive pregnancy test still in hand.

Ecstatic, you rushed to make yourself presentable and got up. You felt like you could’ve almost broke down the wooden bathroom door when you swiftly tried to get to your husband.

Attempting to not trip over your feet as you quickly padded over the hardwood floor of your spacious home, you found Joe in the dining room, tinkering with a few knick-knacks he found in a nearby store. With your breath hitching as you trailed your gaze over your husband’s features and admiring him, you almost forget the test you held in your hand. It was only when Joe cleared his throat did you remember.

“Do ya need anythin’, darlin’?”

His signature voice and accent snapping you out of your stupor and you nodded your head in response. To say Joe was curious about why you seemed to be speeding trying to get with him was an understatement. He noticed how you were out of breath and how you were clutching something in your hands, however it was obscured by the angle. He leaned to the side to try to catch a glimpse of what it is, but to no avail.

He stood up to walk towards you and as the wooden chair screeched on the floor but with the first step that he took he was stopped by your voice.

“I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant, Joe, we’re having a baby.”

Those words hit him like a dozen trucks, but in a very good way. Slowly his gaping jaw and mouth bloomed into a wide grin and he bounced towards you like no tomorrow, his arms hooking around your arms to spin you in a circle. Giggles erupted from your mouth as he gently put you down and you brought your hand up to show him the positive test.

With his warm honey eyes widening and his smile only getting bigger by the second. His orbs seemed to yell ‘we did it, we’re having a baby, I can’t wait to spend my life with you two!’ and you could see his brown hair bouncing with each energetic step he took around the area. The strands falling around his face, framing it perfectly.

“(Y/N)--Holy shit, can you imagine? We’re goin’ to be parents!” He had excitedly said, his hands running through his full head of hair, that beautiful beam of his never leaving his lips for even a second.

He could’ve bursted through the roof by this point, Joe really was excited and thrilled about the idea of having a family with you.

“I’m goin’ to be a dad,” pointing at himself then grasping your shoulders to land a swift kiss on your cheek, “and you’re goin’ to be a mom!”

“Yeah, Joe, that’s generally how it works.” You teasingly said, the test still clenched between your hand. You slightly chuckled but he just gave you a cheeky grin in return.

Your husband was just so pumped on adrenaline and internally squealing to mash together a clever remark like usual. You offered the test to him, and he took it up with eager fingers, and straight away he ogled the two lines displayed there. His beautiful brown eyes glancing between the test and your bright face.

You began, your eyes glancing at your stomach, “I just can’t believ-”

“That we’re finally going to be parents? Me neither.”

Your husband remarked, completing the sentence for you. He gingerly placed the test on the dining room table, the hollow clack of it echoing in the room.

You nodded enthusiastically, you felt tears of joy welling up in your (E/C) eyes and Joe walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist so he could pull you closer. Separating for a while, the two of you looked at your belly, the possibility of a newer and better future inside of you. It hit a chord within your being, how you were now responsible for the life of another.

Pushing the thoughts away, you gazed up and stood on your tippy-toes to press a kiss on your husbands lips as you pulled away, Joe snapped his hands to bring your lips to his again. Melting into his hold, you could feel his hand grasping your head cautiously. The sunlight is filtering through the open curtains, giving the room an umber glow.

This was exactly how you pictured you breaking the news to Joe would look like. And you treasured this moment, keeping it snug in your mind to look back upon. Closing your eyes, Joe rested his hand on your abdomen and you raised your hand to lay it over his.

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The first trimester of your pregnancy was a living hell. Of course you knew about the symptoms and all, your mom or any of your friends wouldn’t stop talking about it. Even when you weren’t experiencing it yet, the stories the people around you recalled gave you overwhelming amounts of anxiety.

So you did as much research, putting in many hours to look at websites and read books about what will happen during pregnancy--but nothing really did anything to prepare you when they actually occurred.

There was the morning sickness and despite its name, it happened all throughout the day. Either you’d wake up feeling like your head was banged with rocks and pans or you’d go to bed feeling your stomach was going to burst open. It was disorienting and the world kept on spinning you even though when it was in fact still. Waves of dizziness would hit you and Joe would find you heaving everything in your system into the toilet bowl.

Whether it’d be 2 A.M., in the morning or afternoon, or in the late evening--you found yourself kneeling on the cool tile floors as Joe soothingly ran his hand up and down your feverish back. The sickness continued for days on end and on the occasions you didn’t throw up or feel incredibly dizzy, you’d just lay in bed all day--thankful for finally having a break.

Joe was always there to comfort you and when your cravings hit the roof, he’d always try his best to comfort you and provide you with anything you needed. Every single time, Joe made you happy and you made him too in return. Relishing in the loving moments you shared together, the tough symptoms of pregnancy seemed to be a bit easier to handle when he was around. It was like the heavy baggage on your back was lightened, and it all became more bearable.

You also had to go to the restroom more and more, and you’d stumble in the dead of night heading there. Mood swings were another key factor of making you grouchy, first you’d be happy and with a snap you’d be crying or frustrated. You were easily annoyed then when you’d lash out at Joe, you’d immediately apologize profusely.

Joe reassured you that it was always alright, and the two of you would put it in the past. Of course Joe understood and never took your statements personally, but he too snapped one day.

Rolling your eyes that one time didn’t help that moment. Joe had just come back from work, an exasperated sigh leaving his mouth as he frustratedly ran his hands through his thick chestnut hair. Standing near the doorway you huffed, you did feel a bit upset that morning and while you were fine for most of the day--the negative feeling seemed to find its way back. You didn’t notice how tense your husband was, and while obviously stressed, Joe didn’t seem to voice it like he usually did. Still standing there with nothing to do, Joe finally took notice.

With a gruff he dropped his things near the floor as he took off his shoes. In a clearly upset tone, he began to talk.

“What’s your problem?”

“Oh you know… Just being pregnant.” You sarcastically said, obviously taking his different attitude and demeanor lightly.

“No, (Y/N), I’m serious.”

Sighing, you sat down on the big sofa in your living room. The small bump you had then still growing but not getting in the way.

“It’s the mood swings, Joe. God I fucking hate them so much. And just everything else. I’m always so tired, I haven’t been able to eat and when I do eat, I end up barfing it all out like some dispense-”

“Love, I’m tired too, but can you just try to tone it down a bit.” He sounded so nonchalant then, and it tore your insides. In your bitter mood, you took it to heart. Obviously if you had a clear head, then maybe you wouldn’t have acted so recklessly and impulsively then.

“Wow, why didn’t I think of that? It’s way easier said than done, Joe.” Crossing your arms, you held a slightly indignant look in your (E/C) eyes. It was really getting to you, and it seemed to be getting to your husband too.

Scoffing and crossing his arms like you, he hastily turned to you, “I was tryna help, no need to be so fuckin’ sarcastic. I’m havin’ just a hard time as you ar--”

Something inside you just broke, and all you wanted to do was to just yell at him. Looking back at it, you regretted what you had said to him. Thinking that if you just took a breather and ignored him instead of yelling perhaps it wouldn’t have escalated as fast as it did. You would’ve screamed at your past self and Joseph to just break it up, but what was done was done.

“Well, you’re not the one that’s pregnant.” You firmly said then and then that’s when it all went downhill.

“And because of that I don’t have the right to be stressed as well? I don’t get why you’re acting so stuck up. Calm down, will you?”

He really did have the audacity to ask you to ‘calm down’, the utter nerve-- Both of you were wound up after weeks of being pressed down by the stress and responsibilities of being future parents. You loved being pregnant, you were so glad and happy when you first found out. While it was sunshine and rainbows for the most part, some days were less than desirable. These happened to be one of those days.

Like a tight coil waiting to break, this was the breaking point for you at that moment.

“Calm down? I have to carry our baby for nine months, how about you try doing that, huh?”

“Can’t you see the I’m trying my best, maybe if you’d appreciate it more than maybe I wouldn’t be here wasting my time.” Joe responded, his mouth downturned in a sour scowl.

Rolling your eyes once again, you walked towards him, “Jesus Christ, Joe. are you serious? You’re being so fucking petty.”

You got up, your hands flying in the air. More than fired up, you stood your ground as you glared at your husband. His ordinarily warm and consoling eyes were filled with fury, his shoulders standing tall as his chest heaved up and down.

“Get a grip, (Y/N), do you even hear yourself right now? If I knew that you were going to be like this, then maybe I wouldn’t have wanted you pregnant!”

His words hit you deep, cutting through the rage and anger that had built up. Instantaneously, Joe’s orbs had widened and he wished that he hadn’t uttered a single thing when he saw your hurt expression. Staggering back you sat back down at the couch, a look of disbelief and sadness whirling in your eyes. The nausea you felt was stronger than any sickness you had experienced in the last few weeks, and you sat still in surprise and shock--the words still resonating within you.

They sounded so true… And you couldn’t but wonder if they came from a place of honesty.

Joe almost covered his mouth then too, wishing to take those words back. The ire he expressed melted away like ice on a hot day and he made his way towards you with fast strides. Still in denial about what happened, your anger had also disappeared and while hurt you couldn’t bring yourself to push Joe away.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel angry as you felt the familiar warmth of Joe’s arm wrapping around your silent figure. With all the previous vexation seething around just mere minutes ago, it was a miracle that you seemed to calm down so swiftly.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N)-- I didn’t mean it, really! I just… God, I was so insensitive.”

“Joe--”

“I am so fuckin’ sorry, how can you even forgive me at this point? Y’know what? You deserve every right to be angry, Jesus, I don’t know what came over me--” He resumed rambling, genuine apologies spilling over his lips like a waterfall.

“Joe, please--”

His brows were furrowed and you could hear his heart thumping with him pressed so closely against you. Trying to get his attention by tugging on his shirt, he was far too busy spouting ‘sorries’ and you smiled kindly at him before speaking just a tad firmer.

“No, I need to apologize, I was being a huge dick--”

“Please, Joe. Just… Stop.”

Clearing his throat just a bit, he stared at you with wide doe eyes. His back then stood straighter like a fresh candle wick, his attention all put on you.

“Yes, love...?” Finally giving in, he quieted down and replied. It was quiet--his voice. It was so soft and not at all like the fiery and passionate Joe you loved, this tender and intimate side of him hidden so well from the world only for you to see.

The palms of your hands rubbed your raw eyes trying to prevent tears from spilling out from them. Hiccuping and feeling your chest becoming heavy, you dove into the deep pool of his amorous embrace, it immediately brought you a consolation that made your heart sing. The brunet man cooed in your ear, reassuring you and softly goading you to tell him your worries without even having to speak a syllable.

“I’m just so stressed. I thought I was all this and all that when in reality, I’m not. And all of these symptoms, Joe, they’re getting to me. The first few weeks were fine, I expected that. But then it just kept on going and it’s all so exhausting… I just thought that… I’d be strong enough to take it.”

Nodding solemnly at your statement, Joe tucked your hair behind your ears, giving him a clear view of your face. He understood your words, and he let it sink deep within him. Joe was a sympathetic guy, even if he doesn’t admit sometimes. So he got up from the couch, telling you to wait for a moment.

Joe left the room, his footsteps growing quieter and the ticking of the wall clock was all that accompanied you. He returned, the big and fluffy comforter that occupied your bed in his arms. He laid it over your back, the soft material enveloping you and him as the two of you got under it.

Joe settled in, his hand placed flush against your baby bump, “You’re strong, (Y/N). You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever met.”

You retaliated, “But you’re a soldier, Joe! I’m just… Me.”

“Exactly! You’re (Y/N)--the same woman I fell in love with, the same woman that can get through any obstacle, the same woman who I want to spend my entire life with.” The hurtful words he had said barely had an effect on you now, and your gleaming grin made Joe reciprocate the action.

“We can get through this, I know we can. I’ll be here for you all the way. It’ll all be worth it, (Y/N), believe me.” Scooping up your hand in his, he cradled it compassionately.

“You really think that?” Voice still slightly quavering, you hopefully looked up at Joe as you inquired him.

“Of course I do. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t?”

Focusing your (E/C) orbs at his warm sepia ones, it seemed as if you two had silently forgiven each other. You two are both willing to easily put it all behind you, for the sake of your baby and your relationship. Letting go of the words he had just spoken, you compassionately wrapped your arms around him, Joe returning the favor.

You two will be alright, you kept thinking. You two will be alright.

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In a way, that argument you had with Joe made your relationship stronger and harder to crumble. When in face with difficult tasks, the both of you would come help the other and continue to face the obstacle side by side. The symptoms still pursued and hung around, but so did Joe. He continued to take care of you, always promising to get you what you need. Joe really was sweet, and you could daydream for hours about just how good of a father he’ll be.

The mood swings you had were showing up less frequently but the cravings skyrocketed. You really didn’t want to bother him by asking but he had insisted constantly. Of course it was no surprise that he constantly brought Hershey bars, he’d show that same cheeky smirk as he’d pull out a few bars from behind his back.

If you were tired, for example, those sleepless nights being the bane of your existence--your husband would lay you gently on his lap while running his long fingers through your scalp. Countless nights were spent tossing and turning and no matter what position you laid in, you couldn’t sleep. Sighs of content would leave your lips and you would melt like butter right then and there.

Other nights when you couldn’t even get a single blink of sleep, Joe would tell you fun little stories about his friends, sometimes obscure subjects. He talked about his passion for being a barber and Joe never failed to make it all sound so interesting.

Though undoubtedly, your favorite talks when you couldn’t seem to rest were the talks when he gushed about his future with you. He’d make up all these scenarios and he just seemed so truly happy when he went on and on about the endless possibilities.

Joe talked about how you two would decorate the room, asking you ever so often what you would like to put in it. Then he’d go on about the clothes you’d buy for your child, and all the seemingly regular things were turned into something magical.

Pausing, he would glance down at you with a sheepish laugh, “God, i’m bein’ sappy, aren’t I?”

“Joseph D. Liebgott, I find it very adorable that you’re being sappy right now.”

“Thank goodness, as I was sayin’--”

You lay there starry-eyed, both your hands laying on top of your stomach as his voice would relax your stiff muscles. Even after going on for hours, he still had more to say but by then you’d already have fallen asleep.

Joe would look down, pausing for a moment and his eyes would soften as he took in your dozing being. Sparing one last chaste kiss on your lips, he whispers a ‘good night’ before spooning you comfortably until the morning comes.

The morning sickness had faded away and was growing sparse as your pregnancy continued and you’d never been more glad. They did show up here and there a few times, but not at all like the constant waves of dizziness and vomiting that you had during the first few weeks. Joe comforted you throughout the whole thing, he even offered to set up a movie night every time you became upset just so he could cheer you up.

Sitting down, you recalled that moment 4 months ago, where you had revealed to your husband that you were pregnant. The bump was more prominent, stretching your shirts. You carefully plopped yourself on the sofa, taking attentive notice of your belly. A sigh released your lips and every so often you casted your eyes downwards. While you were never a really reckless person in the first place, you were noticeably way more cautious than you used to be. How could you not? You were now carrying a baby.

The days quickly went by and before you knew it, here you were.

“Have you thought of a name yet, (Y/N)?” Your husband asked you from across the room, his voice raised louder as to catch your attention because of the distance.

“They’re not even born yet, you really are impatient aren’t you?” Playfully scoffing at Joe’s words, you said and questioned, one eyebrow raising up teasingly at the brunet man.

Your hands glided over your stomach, the slight bump then not even comparing to the baby bump you had now. Your eyes softened when you ran your palms on your stomach, your eyelids lowering as you gently caressed it. You truly did feel like the luckiest woman in the world at that short moment in your home.

“I can’t help it, okay! It’s a baby, our baby.” Joe had quickly replied, his leg bouncing up and down at the speed of light. The ‘our’ was enunciated, sending a warm and welcoming feeling to your chest.

“Well, I was thinking about ‘Gabriel’. Y’know--like the angel.” You answered, your hands as your deft fingers still absentmindedly caressing your stomach as you gazed upon the back-turned head of your husband.

“Gabriel… Gabriel,” your husband repeated, testing it out on his tongue. After a few more attempts he turns to meet your stare, a pondering expression ingrained on his face. “I like that name; Gabriel…” He trailed off once again before giving you an electrified smile which lit up the whole room.

Turning to your direction once again Joe asked, “Well what happens if it’s a girl?”

Biting down at your bottom lip at the thought, you pondered hard. What would you name her? Digging deep into the back of your mind, you tried to figure out which name caught your attention. Letting your mind run, you were stopped in your tracks when Joe softly called out your name.

“What about ‘Celine’?” Joe softly inquired and the corners of your lips turned upward at the name.

“Celine and Gabriel, don’t those two sound pretty?”

“When our baby is born, (Y/N), I can see where they’ll got their beauty from.”

With your cheeks warming up, you turned away while grinning as Joe smiled. Looking at the time, you cast a glance at the calendar on the wall. The bright red letters in Joe’s handwriting sprawled out on a square, stating ‘Doctor’s Appointment’. Joe even went to put it a little more effort and drew a simple baby face.

Getting on your feet slowly, your husband stretched out his arms to grab yours to instantly ensure your stability. The drive to the hospital was filled with questions as Joe repeatedly wanted to ask you about how you’ve been feeling. It was the usual cravings, cramps, and sickness, you had told him as he nodded in understanding.

The two of you made sure to constantly visit the doctor’s, getting weekly updates about your pregnancy really was exciting. You would fiddle with the hem of your top, nervously chewing at your lip. Joe held your hand comfortably, sometimes reaching to put loose strands of hair between your ears. Your nerves never settled though and they only went haywire when the doctor had called your names.

Waiting in the bright white room made your mind race and shut down at the same time. Occasionally you would space out, your eyes focusing on nothing really peculiar as your mind muffled any sounds around you. The doctor came in, introducing himself and explaining the ultrasound process. There he took you to a different room where you saw the ultrasound machine and chair where you’d lie on, you quickly grabbed Joe’s hand.

Squeezing back, he leaned down slightly to give you a brief peck on the top of your head.

Listening to the doctor, you laid back on the examination table and pulled up your top to reveal the four month baby bump. The process was quick and quite obviously painless, the entire procedure only taking about 30 minutes. The ultrasound showing up on the computer right beside you made you excited to see the results.

Fixing yourself, the doctor had told you to wait in the room as they examined the results. Joe sitting beside you, he lifted his arm and ushered you close to his side and he closed it around you--pulling you in.

The door to the room opened and there revealed your doctor with a professional yet welcoming grin on her face.

“Well, we got the results back from the ultrasound, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” She had said, taking a seat next to you. The words ‘results’ and ‘ultrasounds’ made your heart do flips and somersaults, Joe next to you also giving you a knowing glance.

“Starting things off, your baby is very healthy and we didn’t pick up any complications. The heart rate is good and we see no physical abnormalities whatsoever.”

Grinning with each word, you excitedly looked to Joe, who was already looking your way. The doctor’s nimble fingers dashed on the keyboard, showing you the black and white images of the baby inside of you. Your eyebrows were raised high on your face and you knew that your smile was just as big as Joe’s. Tightening your hold on his hand, you waited patiently for the big reveal. Joe was ahead of you though, and decided to ask the doctor himself.

“That’s amazing. But--if you don’t mind answering, what’s the gender?” The question hung up in the air and the doctor nodded in acknowledgement, her eyes gleaming with happiness and recognition.

You were bouncing your leg up and down, and the time span of a few seconds you anxiously bit down on the tips of your nails. Joe was obviously antsy too, his body on the edge of his seat as you were on the edge of the examination table. Leaning forward in excitement, you drummed your fingers against your thigh.

“Ah yes, of course, well, I’m very happy to announce that you two are the proud parents of a beautiful, healthy boy. Congratulations!”

Blood was rushing through your ears and it wasn’t until your husband reacted did you ever move too. Eyes growing wide, you practically squealed in excitement, your whole form bouncing up and down the examination table as you looked at your husband. The two of you were exuberant, the doctor letting out a small smile just by looking at how absolutely joyous you two were.

Turning each other’s forms to each other, Joe’s hands gripped your upper arms while leaning in. He leaned forward to press his forehead against yours like he always did. You felt your mind creating pictures of your future life with Joe and your baby, flashing them like a slideshow.

You knew Joe never really let out tears, but you could seem some welling up in his eyes.

Casting a downwards glance at your stomach and setting his hands there, Joe cooed affectionately, “Hello Gabriel, me and your mama love you so much...”

Removing his hands from your belly, he brought them upwards to cup your face. Your eyes met and your heart raced faster as his next words. He beamed uncontrollably as his mouth opened, his eyes threatening to burst with tears as yours was the same.

“See, darlin’? I told you we could get through this. I’ll always be here for you, (Y/N). Forever and always.”

There in that moment, it was just you three. You, Joe, and your beautiful baby boy and you couldn’t imagine trading away this moment for even the entire world.

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Author’s Note: Oh jeez, I hope I didn’t bore you with this fic! I guess I also changed some things, so ahh I’m sorry if it’s not what you imagined. If I made a few mistakes with either writing or portrayal, I apologize for that. But thank you all for reading, have a great day, my loves! <3

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marawrder · 5 years ago

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who is / was your favourite muse of all time to play?

@nosestealer ⏤ mun questions

i just answered this here for @pcltrghosts bUT if you don’t mind i’m gonna talk about another character that comes very close bc i love! ok buckle up.

idk if you’ve seen greek, this abc family show about a college campus where the greek system of sororities and fraternities is really over the top and it’s all about those relations between the frats and the sorority drama and you know. that stuff. VERY stereotypical, which makes it funny to me tho. a friend of mine had an rp board with that story as a background, sans all the characters but keeping the uni + its sororities and fraternities. there’s two main frats, one is the stereotypical rich boys in suits with trust funds and all that stuff, the other is the stereotypical brain-dead beer pong-playing lazy fucks who really are just there to party. the latter is called kappa tau gamma, and that is where my character, bertie cooper, comes in. he’s this big boy with the sunniest and most outgoing disposition, like he is always in a good mood and virtually nothing can anger or upset him. he is so lazy and laid back and literally everything is a joke to him, which made it so fun to write bc the internal dialogue was always so hilarious and i came up with so many gags that wouldn’t have occured to me in my life but for that character it was really non-stop. for some depth ( but only really just the tiniest amount, and maybe this too is only for the meme ) he had a twin brother that was his polar opposite and a Big Secret™. the secret is what his first name, bertie, is actually a nickname for. it really embarrassed him, so every time someone asked him, he would make up a new bert name ( bertram, herbert, albert, bertholomew ) so that nobody would know the truth. but it’s actually dagobert. ( you’re dutch and i’m german, so we’re probably both thinking about dagobert duck hehehe icon 8) ) the only people who know that secret is of course his family, but they’re in nevada while he studies in ohio, so there’s no threat of his secret coming out… except if his twin brother decides to spill. robin cooper is actually his younger twin ( by a few minutes ), but he is 100% more mature, and bertie would say too mature. he’s really out there hustling, starting uni to do law 2 years before bertie who’s just kinda chilling in that time. he has a real stick up his ass and is not a fan of bertie at all who came to his college and basically ruined his reputation bc they all mistake him for this lazy unwashed kappa tau bro when all he wants to do is HUSTLE >:(( and also he really condemns bertie’s life choices, you know putting partying before studying and all that. ( it sounds so cliché and goofy but. i wrote a screenplay based on this dynamic once for class and it was so emotional and tragic and i have so many feels ). bertie likes to annoy him non-stop but also doesn’t care much for robin’s opinion. they’re each going their own way. anyway, it was so much fun writing bertie bc he has such a distinctive voice for me and i’m a meme loving fuck so being able to make all these jokes really extended my lifespan by 10 more years.

i kinda went off oop but if you’re still with me and have the patience, under the cut i’ll introduce u to my highlight reel of bertie cooper

this one scene were the thread was unfortunately deleted but basically he’s talking to this girl called jean snart and is like ‘huh, snart. that sounds like a mix between sneeze and fart. i’m p sure i’ve used that word before.’

where he talks about his best friend and then says “yes, our friendship really equals hearteyes-emoji sparkle-emoji little-pink-heartsemoji two-dancing-bunny-ladies-emoji and all that stuff”

u know i’m not gonna give you any context but i have used the words Ur dad says hi and Slimthicc Apparel in a “serious” post.

“on this beautiful day bertie had already accomplished a lot: he got up, … now he was taking a nap on the couch on the living room.”

in his frat they give the pledges nicknames that stick their entire college career and.. he really called this one boy Bush because he lost at jenga… u know.… made a tower fall..

you know, using yeet in normal dialogue, as you do

“he made a surprised face that quite resembled the emoticon colon uppercase O”

he’s also a vet student and calls himself dogs’ rights activist :’)

and also this meme which isnt as funny if you explain it but i will ( also used pics of kellan lutz bc that was obv the fc 8) )

1. his family except for robin sees him as this innocent angel2. robin thinks he’s a clown lmao3. zbz stands for zeta beta zeta and that is a sorority that wants to be no 1 and therefore don’t associate with the slackers of kappa tau = they think he’s trash4. it’s….. it’s a robin costume…. get it….5. he was also pledge trainer for his frat!! he basically made the freshmen who were first joining the frat make all these initiation tasks from like crazy stuff to basically house chores lmao6. dobler’s is a campus bar where he once on a dare sang karaoke in “drag”7. “hot” but also a joke8. haha made u look!

and last but not least: this abomination

#nosestealer #long post /#( im SORRY THIS ESCALATED )#( i swear i dont love him more than sirius but i felt like this needed CONTEXT )#⌞ ⋆ ooc. ⏤ answered ⌝

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diveronarpg · 5 years ago

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Congratulations, JULIE! You’ve been accepted for the role of GONERIL with an FC change to Vika Boronova. Admin Jen: Wow, Julie. Just WOW. Your app was absolutely stunning. There’s this poignancy to your portrayal that breathes life into Grace so beautifully. From the over-arching theme of carelessness that you’ve explored, to the touch of vulnerability you hinted at when it comes to Grace’s bond with her sisters, to my personal favorite aspect -- which was the way you cleanly outlined her perspective and potential future while leaving enough room for Grace’s volatility and unpredictable nature to run its course. We absolutely cannot wait to see more of her! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Julie

Age | 20

Preferred Pronouns | She/her/hers

Activity Level | Hit and miss! But I’m usually able to hop on at some point during the week and get replies done. If not, I’m always lurking on Discord to plot.

Timezone | MST

How did you find the rp? | Through the tumblr tags all the way back in 2018, if I remember right! Crazy to think we’ve hit 2020 and I’m still here, lurking. Wild.

Current/Past RP Accounts | Santino, Loretta

IN CHARACTER

Character | Goneril / Grace Daly. I’d like a faceclaim change to Vika Bronova, if possible!

What drew you to this character? | Grace isn’t like a character I’ve ever written before – she’s completely new territory for me, and I think she’s a fascinating representation of, like, what if you just REALLY fucked everything up and didn’t give a shit? Because I don’t think Grace… cares, necessarily, about what sort of havoc she wreaks so long as it gets her something. And I can only ever desire to be that selfish. It’s this sort of reckless abandon of the morals most people cling to that’s super interesting to me, something I’d love to explore. Hundreds of thousands of people do the exact opposite of what they want to be doing every single day, in the name of responsibility and a certain code of ethics they hold dear. Or because they know doing what they want would have consequences. Grace looks at the consequences and bites her thumb at them, because while she’s not immune to them, there are certain advantages to being free of those sort of chains.

Santino was compelled by his moral backbone to do the same thing, and even Loretta had similar constraints, but Grace is going to run herself ragged with carelessness until she simply can’t run anymore. It shouldn’t be that easy, and for most people it isn’t, but to Grace, it comes naturally.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

ASK ME NOT WHAT I KNOW. There’s a difference between coming to the Montagues and begging for refuge and walking to their doorstep with a dead bird in hand, and Grace unfortunately chose to do the latter. It’s clear now that Damiano saw something in her – if he saw anything in her beyond another soldier – but she’s going to have to do more than most than to stay in those good graces, and God help her, she does. Everything Grace does has propelled her to this status of terror, the sort of person that it’s uncomfortable to share a room with. She knows how she got where she is and knows she actively chose to betray her own blood and her blood’s blood to do it. I’m interested in exploring how this impacts her relationships with other characters as well as her own personal monologue as it develops over time.

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN WIELD THE MATTER. Grace denies that her sisters are of any meaningful worth to her but I think a piece of her knows deep down that it isn’t necessarily true. We all have little lies we tell ourselves, and even if she is angry at Regina and Catherine for stealing away attention that she genuinely believes should have been hers as a child, there are moments in quiet spaces where she sits and wonders just how far she could extend her ill graces. She’s not quite sure they consider her blood, and she doesn’t know she’d consider them kin, but exploring that relationship could be integral to the expansion of Grace’s character, morals, and own personal motivations – she can fully abandon them, even abandon the name Daly, if she so chose, but she hasn’t yet. A piece of her is still hanging on. I want to see why.

IN HIS OWN GRACE HE DOTH EXALT HIMSELF. At this point in time Grace has found herself comfortable in her position in the Montagues – and if there’s anything more than prominent about Grace, it’s that she hates being comfortable. If it doesn’t get her blood pumping, her thoughts racing, her heart beating at five hundred horsepower a minute with no end in sight, well, she doesn’t want it. And I think to a degree her comfort and her prior connections to the Capulets have her wondering just what would happen if she proposed she switch sides again. It’s not the most ludicrous idea in the world, as the Montagues seem a bit more talk than action, but there would need to be serious incentive and assurance they wouldn’t string her up, which means the weight of information. If switching sides isn’t a possibility, she’d prefer to advance. Climb the ranks, situate herself somewhere she can oversee her not-so-newfound compatriots and watch them. There’s something enthralling about the concept of that particular power, having control because other people think she can handle it, because she’s proven herself. Even if she doesn’t want to put the work in.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes!

IN DEPTH

When she was a child she was loud. Bratty, clamoring for all eyes to be on her, tugging at every possible sleeve and holding a hand out for offered gifts in the same motion. Never stopped talking, her mother professed, although Grace can’t say now that she believes it to have been a flaw. She talks, people listen. The input-output exchange works for her, that way. She doesn’t need to lend an ear to others — they only need to look at her to see what they should be paying attention to.

When Regina was born, quiet and dull and as boring as one of the countless dolls collecting dust in their playroom – their, not hers, not anymore – Grace had been appalled for so long. Not one for conversation, Regina. Nor Catherine, if she recalled now. Too afraid to converse with the sister who clawed out chunks of hair and laughed when she fell because she’d thought it was funny. It’s not that silence bothered her. It was just boring.

When she holds court with Damiano Montague and offers her services she finds that it is very suddenly not boring, the life that she’s leading, running petty errands for the Capulets and looking pretty in the corner. Their conversation isn’t loud, either, but he speaks with a timbre in his voice that is enough to quell any crowd. If she were anyone else, maybe she’d be intimidated by it. But she’s not anyone else. She’s Grace Daly, and that’s enough for her to coast on alone. They shake hands at the end of the conversation, and she laughs at herself in her car on the drive back home, at the familiarity of business. It had felt natural. Like any other day of the week. Like she hadn’t just sold everything out for the sake of the spotlight.

When she leaves her family home for the final time she is, at last, quiet. Her silence is deafening. Her father is so loud and uproarious in his protest that he is brought to tears by his own madness. How many years had she confessed love and adoration to him to get what she’d wanted? Petty, meaningless trinkets – a new car, a necklace, a dress, an education. In turn she’d sworn love, adoration, fealty to the Capulets. So much for that. She doesn’t say goodbye to Catherine or Regina; chances are they’d never have noticed she’d left in the first place. Her father tugs at her sleeve, like she had his so long ago, and she can only summon up the motivation to press a kiss to the center of his forehead. He falls to his knees and she closes the double doors behind her so loudly it shakes the foundation of the house.

In the car to her new apartment there is no conversation to be had. No personal contemplation of revelry, no laughter, no jig to follow the steps to at freedom for the first time from whatever obligations they’d stacked upon her. Instead she turns the music up so loud she’s sure that all of Verona hears it, and that’s enough for her. Good, she thinks, rolling the windows down. They should be listening.

EXTRAS

I got quotes!

…people who stand alone + burn. I’m attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same. — Susan Sontag

You have to want to go to hell. Deserve’s / got nothing to do with it. — Michael Robbins

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. — Gillian Flynn

My wants are simple, and I do not want to be forced to make them complicated. — Edith Sitwell

Also, a playlist.

#accepted #accepted: goneril

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themxlodyofmiidnight · 5 years ago

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Aizalea’s bio { for mobile }

FC: Ksenia Solo.

Fandom? - Fandomless; can be put nearly anywhere.

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BASIC INFO.

Full name: Aizalea Elizabeth Nevermoore.

Pronunciation: (EYE-ZAIL-YAH)

Nickname(s):Ai-Ai, Ai, Aizzy, Lizzy or Izzy, She-wolf, Crazy bat, Ruby Red.

Stage name: “Izzy Moon.”

Race: Supernatural.

Specific species: Hybrid.

Heritage: Vampire and Werewolf.

Age: 242 years old. { She appears to be around 19 }

Relationship status: Single.

Preference? - Males. { Though she prefers those who behave like they have sense, and don’t assume she is going to sleep with them; or assume that they know everything about her. }

Job: Lead singer in her band, ‘BloodMoon.’

Likes: Hanging out with her friends, snacking on plasma fruits, hamburgers, singing at the top of her lungs, being crazy when no one else is around to know, drawing on herself with eyeliner, black cats, and her fans.

Dislikes: People assuming they know everything there is to know about either side of her biology, vampire or werewolf stereotypes, inaccurate portrayal of vampires and werewolves in pop culture (movies, books, songs, etc.), being in the sun too long and feeling sick because of it, days when she can’t get her voice to cooperate, people who mistreat others or who find it fun to abuse animals, the insulting implication that vampires sparkle in the sunlight, and garlic - it upsets her stomach.

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OTHER FORMS

WOLF

As a wolf, Aizalea is very strong. She is prone to attacking people if she sees them hurting someone else, and is fiercely loyal to those she befriends. Her hearing is amplified more than usual, as well as her sense of smell. She has a talent for sniffing out peoples’ intentions, and she isn’t very nice if she knows that what they’re up to isn’t any good.

Given that she is not like normal wolves in this form, she is able to jump much higher and longer distances than a born wolf is. Her jaw strength is harder, and her teeth are easily sharper. Her howl is louder, bigger in size than a female wolf usually is, and her bark carries a lot more bite. Aizalea can easily lead a pack if she needs to, but she doesn’t go looking for the position of a leader.

Around those she is close to, this form renders her as much more of a big puppy than anything else. Unless a guard dog is needed, of course.

She can be trusted to care for small children and other pets in a home, and likes to cuddle with her friends. Aizalea has been known to switch to this form when her friends are unhappy, so she can comfort them. Often choosing this form if she has to babysit, she enjoys giving ‘wolfie-back rides’ to little kids.

In appearance, she is a black wolf; with the occasional shine of red in her fur. Her eyes are bright, and vary in color depending upon her mood. Her fur is very soft, and is also very sensitive to touch. If danger is sensed, it often bristles up and stands on end.

Notes

- Calling her a ‘mutt’ will get your arm bitten.

- She loves to eat meat of most any kind, but her favorite things are hamburgers.

- She can communicate with most other canines, and the occasional feline, if needed.

- The ability to speak is held, though she will choose not to around people whom she does not know well.

- Certain howls or barks mean different things; quite a few sounds from her are those of warning, though she has an assortment of affection and happiness as well.

VAMPIRE BAT

In this form, Aizalea has all the advanced senses of a normal bat. She has the same disadvantages as a normal bat does, albeit they are not as troublesome to her; in the way that they are not quite as bad as would be those of a normal, everyday bat.

She is prone to eating plasma fruits when she needs to feed, if there are no other sources around. While she will threaten to if she feels the need, Aizalea will not actually feed off of any other animals or humans. She prefers to drink from blood pouches, and can often be seen perched up near the ceiling with a little bag of it, when travelling around with her friends.

Notes

- She is able to communicate with other bats.

- She can speak, but prefers not to if she is around people she doesn’t know.

- Plasma fruits are a good way to get on her good side.

- Aizalea has only attacked someone once before, and it was because it was someone who she couldn’t stand.

- Much like in her wolf form, she is bigger than most normal female bats (depending upon species, of course) and has very soft, sensitive black fur, with the occasional red shine to it.

In-Between

This form can take shape as either a wolf with bat wings, or a bat with a very fluffy tail. Most often, it is the former, not the latter.

Notes

- She can communicate either via howls or echolocation like a bat.

- Fruit and meat are both good ways to get her to like you.

- Her fur, like in her two main forms, is still black but with a red shine in the light.

- Aizalea’s hearing is far more sensitive in this form, and so it is easier for her ears to get hurt.

- If she speaks, it is mostly only with or around those whom she knows well.

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Backstory.

Early on.

Aizalea and Aelazia were born to their mother, Lady Eboneth Thorngrave; a woman of high respect and class, who had more than one secret lover after her husband’s disappearance. Believing him to be dead or to no longer love her, Eboneth did her best to move on.

While the majority of her loves were within her own species, she ( as many of her ancestors had before her ) strayed more than once, crossing the lines between other species and her own. Forbidden unions, as with many, do not often end well.

Aizalea’s father, a werewolf who Eboneth had fallen in love with, turned up missing as her first husband had. Leaving her pregnant and in need of solace, a night with a friend who offered her comfort ended with her pregnancy becoming that of not only one child, but two. Two girls, with different fathers.

As the genes of most ‘fantasy’ or ‘myth’ races are widely misunderstood and quite strange to humans, explaining how it is that Eboneth birthed two girls who looked the same - but had different genes - is no easy task. Chalking it up to her own family’s history of mixed genes, Eboneth has done her best to take care of her children ( of which, she has many ) to the best of her ability. Since the loss of not one love, but two, to mysterious circumstances - Eboneth has become quite tight-lipped about her romantic encounters. She has shielded herself from the idea of finding someone and remarrying, but has had more than a few children since the twins.

“Twins run in her family,” is her excuse often given, if ever asked about Aizalea or her sister Aelazia. Her reasoning as to why she named them as she did, varies from time to time. Often, she asks the person in return, if they do not think her daughters’ names are beautiful - given her powerful and intimidating presence, this usually ends the discussion if she doesn’t feel like going into it.

The truth being in part that Eboneth was under much duress during her pregnancy, she could not think very clearly when trying to come up with names for her children. She is embarrassed by this, but does think their names are pretty - as she did come up with them and their spellings on her own. ( Aside from some help from her sister. )

Growing up.

As the two girls grew up, they learned what it meant to be different. While their siblings loved them and did not care that they weren’t of ‘pure’ blood, there were those who posed a danger to them both. In the world of Supernaturals, hybridizations of certain beings is strictly prohibited. Such hybridizations as what Aizalea - called ‘Izzy’ by her family, and later, her friends - is, is one of the ones most severely sought out and destroyed. So much so, that she is one of very few that remains alive - even after the turning of the centuries.

Aelazia - called ‘Ally’ by her family - is one of the ones most often not spoken about. It is a hybridization of species so rarely occurring, that most Supernaturals do not address it. Those who do, find it an uneasy topic. Some, however, simply enjoy the hunt and the thrill gained by killing anything that isn’t seen as pure - thus putting her in danger as well.

Over time, Izzy showed an aptitude for singing. She spent a lot of her time doing so, when not learning from her mother or her aunt. Izzy loved to sit and make up songs out of nowhere, off the top of her head; Ally, however, liked to dance. She could sing too - but didn’t think she was very good at it, so she and Izzy played off one another - helping one another get better at either skill.

Both smarter than one would have expected, they eventually developed their own separate personalities from the other: Ally was not so apt to stand up for herself; Izzy, on the other hand, was. Soft and caring, and fierce and loyal. Izzy and Ally were inseparable for the longest time. If they weren’t learning from their mother or their aunt, they were having fun running around the mansion with their siblings.

They kept each other entertained for as long as any of their ( rather huge ) immediate family could remember.

However, a free spirit like Izzy’s couldn’t be tamed for forever.

Young adults.

After pleading with her mother to let her go, Izzy moved out of her family’s old mansion and headed to the city. From there, she traveled around trying to get noticed.

This caused both good, and bad, results.

Not having thought about the possible ill consequences of being open about who she was, Izzy ended up meeting her two best friends ( and later, bandmates ) after they came in and helped her get away from rude purebloods. Since then, Izzy has stuck with them - and learned, over time, who she could trust and who she couldn’t.

Ally has stuck at home for the most part; she is far more timid and less sure of herself than her sister is, and has spent a lot of time at home learning new skills. She has given up what she used to do with Izzy when they were growing up, and doesn’t mention it often. There is a lot of times when she wishes that she had been able to leave with her sister and regrets that she didn’t.

What she wants most, is to unite with her twin again. But she’s afraid… What will happen if she leaves?

This is what she asked herself many, many times - before she too, finally left home in search of her sister.

#Aizalea Nevermoore bio #{ for mobile }

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sxpercilixus · 7 years ago

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JAMES S. POTTER

full name: james sirius potter. date of birth: 1st december, 2005. house: gryffindor, seventh year. fc: nico tortorella, nick robinson ( younger ) average: acceptable at most subjects. quidditch: captain &. seeker. wand: 10″, smoke wood, gillyweed. taut. boggart: a redhead garden gnome. patronus: a small, stout eagle. parents: ginny weasley &. harry potter. siblings: albus s. &. lily l. potter. james was an easy kid. despite his love of trouble, he always knew the time and the place for it, respecting boundaries and his parents’ authority. he would still always be up to no good, but he was too good at it to get caught... often. as a kid, he loved spending his summers and weekends at the burrow, always in the company of fred weasley and his younger cousins. being one of the eldest, the only one he feared was molly; girl was crazy. he was also very used to the public eye. of course, he knew and understood the legacy of his parents’. he understood it a lot more after his first year at hogwarts, where people would gawk and point as he walked by. sure, his arrogance was fueled by it, but so was his need for privacy. after all, who could be up to no good with prying eyes scouring his every move? it didn’t help that he was a walking legacy to james potter and sirius black. the potter relied on teddy lupin to keep him a little sane, using his “big brother” to get back an ounce of sanity. it all got a little too much; even though by the latter years he mostly enjoyed it, using the FAME to his advantage. he is a social butterfly and always has a quick and witty reply up his sleeve. seems to have inherited the hero complex from his papa and grandmothers, too, which more often than not lands him in hot water. but, what could he do? there’s nothing james potter wouldn’t do for a pretty piece of blonde ass. extras: ( x ) verses ( x ) appearance ( x ) musings ( x ) all things

#*✧ ━ angelically wicked. ( JAMES S. POTTER )

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devilsknotrp · 5 years ago

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Congratulations, Kris! You have been accepted for the role of Heather Wheeler (FC change: Zendaya). Heather is such an overachiever who’s been completely wrapped up in Kelly’s grasp and you nailed her! You’ve added so much depth to her backstory and I can’t wait to see her on the dash! Please have a look at this page prior to sending in your account.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Kris Age: 20 Pronouns: She/Her Timezone: EST Activity estimation: I can commit to around an hour or two of activity a night on weekdays. However, my weekends aren’t ever planned and I cannot give a completely accurate estimate of what those will look like in terms of activity. Triggers: N/A

IN CHARACTER

Full name: Heather Lucille Wheeler Age (DD/MM/YYY): (03/07/1978); Cancer Sun, Gemini Moon, Virgo Rising Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Closeted Bisexual. Occupation: High school senior. Connection to Victim: Heather doesn’t really know them. Sure, she had seen Beth around school a couple of times but it’s not like they were friends. Her aunt isn’t very active in the community, so she wouldn’t have met Mrs. Goode; therefore, this whole case is pretty distant from her. She does feel incredibly bad that Brian has gone missing, and has devoted just as much time as everyone else to making sure that he comes home safely. Alibi: “Kelly was hosting one of her Saturday practices. Yes, it was horrible, and freezing cold. I mean – who takes cheerleading that seriously? The only reason why I showed up was because we have a huge competition coming up, and even considering that I was still skeptical.” Faceclaim: Zendaya

WRITING SAMPLE

I fucking hate my life. Heather thought as she rounded the track for the third time. It was a Thursday afternoon, and school had just let out. Track practice was in full swing and she was reconsidering her decision to join. She had participated in four extracurricular activities today: the debate club which met before school, a student council meeting that took the place of her study hall period, an impromptu cheerleading practice during lunch because Kelly felt like they still weren’t ready for the competition on Friday, and now track practice. She was fucking drained.

It was exhausting living her life. Somehow, her aunt had thrown her into this mindset that the only way to be successful was to be involved in everything. Of course, by default Heather barely wanted to be included in anything. Yes, she was a part of every club you could think of, but her role in each was pretty mediocre. There was nothing about Heather that stuck out, or made her anymore noticeably than anyone else. This was definitely done on purpose. In all actuality, she just wanted to get the fuck out of this place. All of her hard work was finally paying off, and she knew that she would get into her dream school on the west coast. As far away from Devil’s Knot, Michigan that a 4.0 grade point average, and stellar class activity involvement could get her.

She was focusing intently on the head bobbing in front of her as her thoughts wondered to the pack of cigarettes hanging out in her bag. She had gone through a pack already this week, and it was only Wednesday. At this point she either had a raging nicotine addiction, or was stressed the fuck out. She’d prefer to claim it was the latter. Her life wasn’t completely horrible. She was generally okay most days, just not living her best life. However, after four years of being you it was hard to change. Sometimes she just wanted to pop out of her shell and scream – “I’m only one person, I can’t do everything!” …. But then again, the thought of screaming anything gave her crippling anxiety, so that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.

A slight giggle escaped her lips as she pondered over this fact, and relief flooded throughout her body as she reached the fence. Finally, her pre-practice conditioning was done, and she could escape for a ‘bathroom’ break. “Hey coach, I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back,” she called out, leaning down to rummage through her backpack, settling on her toiletry bag and starting across the grass and towards the field restrooms. Her beloved bike sheds were only a few steps past those small concrete buildings, covered by a few trees. Her mouth had begun to twitch as she anticipated placing a cigarette between her lips. “Thank goodness,” she sighed aloud as she rounded the last tree. A cigarette already in her mind as she couldn’t help rummaging through her bag to retrieve one on her way over here.

It was only a few seconds before she had it between her lips and lit, a long pull following. She tried to keep her smoking habit a secret, but she had been caught a couple of times by various people. It was a disgusting habit, and she really wanted to stop, but it was hard to find the willpower. She had control of everything in her life, and it was nice even if it sounded crazy to let something take control of her for once.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Heather is a closeted bisexual. Not in a hide in the bathroom, and kiss inside a stall type of way… more so a “I don’t even know that I really like girls” type of way. She’s had a few moments when she’s looked at Kelly and thought “Wow, she’s fucking hot,” but everyone finds people of their same gender attractive right? It’s almost like finding yourself attractive in a way.

In reality, Heather only finds Kelly attractive because she’s just as high strung as she is. In Heather’s eyes it comes across as determined… but the both of them are just batshit crazy.

When she’s not participating in one of her many after school activities she likes to sit out in the woods. It’s quiet, and sometimes it’s nice to be alone. She’ll take a couple of schoolbooks, a snack, and just hide behind the trees watching the road. Only a few cars pass by, and the rumbling of the engines mixing with the hum of nature is soothing. Now that Brian has gone missing, she’s strayed from that spot, not from fear directly – she just hasn’t had the opportunity to return just yet.

She doesn’t listen to much music, it’s distracting. Especially when she’s trying to study; which is more times than not. When she hangs out with Julie, she’s more open to doing ‘fun’ things, but only so she’ll shut up about it.

Heather takes pride in the fact that she is dependable. She gets things done correctly the first time. Wasting time isn’t something she’s fond of, and she would rather take her time to get it right rather than rush and do a mediocre job.

Her parents were both alcoholics. She was hiding in her bedroom closet during one of their routine arguments when her father shot her mother, and then turned the gun on himself. Heather was only five. She moved to Devil’s Knot with her aunt soon after, and pushed the memory to the back of her head. Even the appearance of alcohol seems to trigger her, so she stays as far away from it as she can. She absolutely refuses to drink it, and will freak out at anyone drinking in her presence.

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mancitynoise · 6 years ago

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Liverpool opinion – Three areas where the Reds need to improve to beat City

After amassing 97 points in a league season, one cannot question anything about how Liverpool played. However, that was not enough to win them the title, as Manchester City, who have probably assembled the best squad in Europe, won it by a point on the final day.

To think that the Reds could have done more in the last 10 months to win the league would be crazy, to say the least. Jurgen Klopp and his men did everything in their might to change their fate at Anfield, but Pep Guardiola’s team edged past them in one of the title races for the ages.

But while the Cityzens would no doubt aim to improve and look to continue their superiority in the English top-flight, Liverpool might have to take one more giant step to close that one-point gap into a title victory.

Here are the three areas in which they need solid backup to help the first-team throughout the course of a league season:

Another left-back to help Andy Robertson

Andy Robertson has been the best left-back in the league for the past 12 months now. He is generally super fit and plays most games in a season with the same amount of intensity.

However, Klopp doesn’t have much choice if/when the Scotsman needs rest or gets slightly injured in between a season. Alberto Moreno is all but gone this summer (h/t Daily Express), while banking on James Milner to provide that backup would be close to foolishness.

Hence, the Reds must focus on signing a left-back, who can support Robertson and play a good amount of games. For that reason, Lloyd Kelly could be a perfect addition.

The Bristol City defender is still a young player, who can play at left-back and at centre-back if required. He has great potential and could really challenge Robertson for his place. Liverpool have been linked with him as well (h/t Liverpool FC).

The Reds now must make sure that Kelly does join them in the summer window.

A winger to back up Salah/Mane

Mohamed Salah and Sadio Mane are two main sources of goals from the wide forward positions for Liverpool. However, the squad doesn’t boast a player who can directly replace either of them.

Xherdan Shaqiri was bought last summer, but he has generally played with both of them in a 4-2-3-1 formation. Thus, it is clear that the Swiss maestro isn’t a direct replacement/backup.

For that reason, the club must focus on buying a goal-scoring winger, who can play in place of Salah or Mane at any time during a season. What it will do is lessen the load on the duo and help the team when their form takes a dip.

Julian Brandt, who can play in any position across the front-line, is being linked with the Reds. (h/t Daily Star) The German international would be a perfect foil to this team and Jurgen Klopp.

Keep Clyne or find a backup for Trent

In Trent Alexander-Arnold, Liverpool have one of the best right-backs in the country. But, he is still young and burdening him may not be a good idea.

Furthermore, whenever Klopp has tried to rest him and play Joe Gomez at right-back, it hasn’t worked. This is chiefly because the latter is a centre-back, who at times can play as a full-back, but not for a whole game.

Hence, signing a new right-back to support Trent and keeping Nathaniel Clyne seem like the two viable solutions, out of which the latter looks ideal.

Clyne, who is currently out on loan at Bournemouth, is an experienced player now, who can fight for his place in the team. Klopp must have two genuine right-backs in his squad to challenge on all fronts next season onwards.

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Conclusion

The above-mentioned three areas are a must for Liverpool to improve on come this summer window. If they manage to succeed in doing that, then we can say that the Reds are ready to be perfect and beat Manchester City in the league.

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dapperfvck-arc · 7 years ago

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How do you run your blog?

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Speed: It really depends. Usually I’ll get to a thread within a week or two at the longest. Given that have several partners that I talk to and plot with daily/weekly, we generate a lot of new ideas frequently and when something takes awhile, it usually got buried by under a crust of new threads and occasional meme prompt ask. My drafts box is like an archeological site, I swear. Sometimes I do have trouble with inspiration for a reply, but usually it’s just a matter of getting wrapped up with my little circle of friends and co-writers.

A side note, during my working week, my productivity slows to a crawl. I’m usually better off in Skype or tumblr IM and may get to a thread or two either before or after work if I’m just not in lurk/shit post mode until I pass out.

Replies: Aesthetically I use extremely light formatting. The first word always bolded and italicized and default size with all other text smaller. I also bold the quotation marks in dialogue because it looks hella cool on my blog proper given that I have bolded/italicized text is a different colour than the rest of the text. It also looks classy af on the dash. Icons for either FC depending on verse or comic caps are used until it gets to nsfw stuff or with some drabble prompts. As for preferences, I’m really quite flexible. Honestly, tho, I’m a multi-para whore and with most threads, eventually they start to get longer and longer. However, unless I can’t parse my muse’s thoughts on a matter or situation, I won’t go in hard and fast on a one-liner or small single para. Unless you’re one of my people, but then again, you prolly already have experience being slapped with my throbbing multi-para hard-on.

I don’t expect people to match me, and sometimes I may struggle to match length, as well, but I do like to see an attempt. Like if I give you a four para starter, I would prefer not to get a two sentence reply back (some of you are shaking your head, but this actually happened to me in my halcyon days in the community).

Starters: I don’t do greeters, because idk, for me it feels like when a teacher called on you because you weren’t paying attention. Nearly every time I’ve gotten a greeter, I’m unprepared and feel quite suddenly pressed. The RPC is already a ball of anxiety 85% of the time and I don’t want to add to anyone’s discomfort, providing I’m not the only crazy person who reacts to getting a greeter like a distant gunshot. Depending on how clogged my drafts box is and how busy I am, I probably post a starter call every couple weeks and open starters very rarely because like, idk, no one ever hops on them, so I don’t really feel like they’re welcome. In the case of the latter, I only ask that people read the tags. Some open starters are meant for mutuals, particularly ones with some established interaction.

Unless they’re plotted starters (or replies to longer ask box meme responses that I wanted to turn into a thread), they usually start short and often vague. Please don’t keep it vague. It drives me nuts. I want you to present an idea, go out on a limb, whatever (I mean within reason of course, use your common sense, too).

Inbox: It’s a mess, tbqh. A lot of times I mindlessly reblog or queue memes, especially at work or when I’m out and about on mobile, and then don’t feel like doing them or get excited over certain prompts over others. I will say that I keep things in my inbox for a very long time and might get to replying to prompt weeks to months later. Frequently I will draft ones that I know will be long.

Selectivity: Hoooo boy. I’m pretty fucking selective tbh. I like my partners to be literate and of course be able to enjoy their portrayal/character. That’s not to say I’m not open to meeting new people and interacting with new muses. I don’t need to know your muse extensively to RP with you, but I’m also perfectly willing to educate myself (I’m not going to front, I was compelled to watch both Daredevil and Preacher for the sake of character/canon research, as well as starting to read Lucifer). Also, I mostly RP with mutuals, but again, that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to discover new mutuals, you feel me?

Sometimes when my stress levels are high or I’m drowning in drafts, I tend to be a bit more standoffish and stick to “my people”, however this doesn’t last for long and may be broken by a compelling enough new interaction.

Wishlist item: *pounds table aggressively* CONSTANTINE FAM! AND I SUPPOSE THIS IS REALLY SELFISH BUT I WANT A CHERYL OR GEMMA RP BLOG IN MY LIFE. AND IDEK MAYBE HAVING A CHERYL BLOG WOULD BE BORING AS SHIT, BUT A GEMMA??? SURELY TO FUCK SOMETHING FASCINATING COULD BE DONE WITH HER. Also: CHAS! ELLIE! HELL BLAZER CANON CHARACTERS PLS.

ahem.

Anyway, idk, I really don’t have a wishlist? I mean, there are certain themes I’m keen to explore. Like my mythological bent to John, and developing certain verses, but like...all things considered I’m just more interested in world and relationship building than ticking off a wishlist of AUs or situations I want to see played out.

Honest note: I’m fiercely independent, and I don’t put up with bullshit. Honestly, I don’t have much tolerance for drama and the easiest way to push me away is pull me into a vortex of social or interpersonal drama. Been there, done that, and honestly I can be a bit skittish if I start getting a weird vibe. I’m coming up on five years RPing on tumblr and there’s not a lot that shocks me anymore.

A few more admissions:

-- I love writing ships. When I wrote fanfic, it was 95% shippy stuff. That doesn’t mean it’s all about romance, fluff, and sex, sometimes it’s just how two muses relate to each other or a glimpse into their lives together, but I know my strengths and tend to default to them. This doesn’t mean I’m out to collect lovers for John or am not willing to step out my comfort zone, just that there’s going to be a lot of that stuff here.

-- If we talk ooc, there’s a 100% more possibility that you’re going to get more attention from me both ic and ooc. It’s just a matter of comfort level. Though I might seem together and confident, it’s only really in regard to my writing. I’m intimidated by people who are so much better at being witty and fun and silly on tumblr and chatty about their characters and fandom outside of the constraint of meme prompts or whatever. I guess I’m just afraid of boring people or having followers roll their eyes like “omg Iggy stfu. Don’t you have twenty-odd replies? Chop, chop you anal retentive bitch.” Mind, no one’s actually said this to me, I just have dodgy self-esteem, honestly, and some days are worse than others.

-- If I tell you I think you’re a good writer, I mean it. This is important.

-- If I tell you I’m worried about the quality of a reply I gave you, I’m not fishing for compliments, I’m legitimately uncertain that you’ll like it. Just fyi.

-- I’m bad at writing m/f ships in any expedient manner. I have no good excuse for this other than being queer trash that would rather write about men being in love and lust. And uh, that’s not a good excuse at all. I’m just the literal worst and I’m sorry I come off as not inclusive enough. Honestly, I’m trying to be better about this deep failing of mine.

-- I apologize a lot for things I shouldn’t. Sorry lol

Tagged by: @vamptrampbamf

Tagging: @dcviltongued, @aliasinvestigate, @hittcr, @haharlarious, @riskedfalling, @hawkwxrd, @rageinmybones

#w ow this got real ahhgdhtghd

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thelattertimesofbeingcrazyfc · 7 months ago

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vieuxnoyesrp · 7 years ago

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Jaxon Whittemore ⚜ ??? ⚜ 17 ⚜ The Ringleader ⚜ ESTP

Not everyone has to like you…

He remembers the exact moment when perfection became so preeminently important to him; remembers the echo of the screen door as it slammed shut behind him and the evening air that prickled his cheeks as he let the tears fall. He was thirteen, and it was one of the last times he’d let himself indulge in such a shameful display of self-pity. It wasn’t that he stopped pitying himself - not in the least. It was merely that he understood the choice he was being given, as only an adolescent boy would; You can either get sad or you can get angry.

Anger won out. And with it, a kind of steely determination that drove everything he did. Before that night, he’d been an entirely different person - just a boy, as he liked to think of it. Just Jaxon Whittemore. He didn't know any Millers. No Gordon, no Margaret. Those names meant nothing to him. Until he learned they were his parents. His birth parents. The truth had been kept from him all along; until that fateful night when his adopted parents had finally confirmed what some lady had told him at a walk-in clinic earlier that day. He’ll never forget the guilt in his mother’s eyes - or the explosive argument that followed with his dad. It was a turning point; one that ripped him from the lap of luxury he’d grown up thinking was his birth right. Now, everyone who’d known the secret turned into people who’d been laughing at him behind closed doors all along. Jaxon was sure of it; and the more his own insecurities grew, the more he hated all the people who’d known the truth about him before he did.

{Winning isn’t everything... It’s the only thing.}

Life changed for him in highschool. Correction; he changed life in highschool. No one else could take credit for his shrewd rise up the social ranks, for the friends he made - and those he set aside. No one could take credit as he found the two sports in which he excelled; swimming and lacrosse - and became captain of both teams in the time in took most highschoolers to grudgingly pick up a single extracurricular. Athlete of the year three times over, and enough trophies in his room to blind a gold-digger. He’s not half bad on the academic spectrum either; never the top nerd, but juggling enough As and Bs to silence any jealous naysayers who’d love to think that he’s just a dumb jock.

And then in grade twelve, the tables turned again. Because a nobody by the name of Scott McCall - who’d caught more balls with his face than he had with his net - got suddenly better. Not just better; but faster, stronger, sharper. It all seemed to happen overnight. And it wasn’t just Jaxon who noticed; pretty much everyone who was anyone in their school took note. From coaches, to fellow students. Since then, McCall and his merry band of misfit losers have become the perpetual thorn in Jaxon’s side. If this rise to highschool stardom wasn’t insulting enough, McCall’s single-sidekick social life blossomed into an ever-widening group of friends.

But things like that don’t just happen. Jaxon has poured enough blood and sweat into his medals to know that. This isn’t a feel-good Lifetime movie to give underdogs everywhere delusional dreams of grandeur. And he sure as hell isn’t about to be dethroned by someone who had it so easy. So Jaxon has made it his goal - nay, his obsession - to find out how the hell Scott did it. How he’s still doing it - and before he can take his secrets with him to college. Rumour has it they might be headed to the same one; and although the mere thought infuriates him, Jaxon is resolved that this freakish stroke of good luck won’t continue for McCall. He’ll make sure of that.

… Not everyone has taste.

Web of Connections

Lydia Martin: Together, they aren’t fire and water - but a lit match and gasoline. To everyone else, they’re an obvious choice; the most popular girl in school and the reigning star athlete. But the truth is a lot more complicated when the cameras aren’t around. There’s a connection stronger than any he’s ever experienced. It’s intense enough that he’s even come close to blurting out the ‘L’-word once or twice in some of their more intimate moments. And it isn’t just the mind-blowing sex; he’s had plenty of that with plenty enough people to know the difference. They understand each other in ways he can’t even explain, and beneath the superficiality that surround them - there’s something real. Despite his self-absorption, Jaxon knows that Lydia’s been having her own struggles lately. And he worries about her, although it doesn’t always manifest in a manner that’s helpful to either of them. As a result, there’s been noticeable strain on their relationship lately, and although he’ll never admit it, it kills him.

Joshua Rosza: The first friend he ever made in elementary school. The cheerful boy approached him when he was brooding around the basketball court one day - watching the older kids play, and the rest, as they say - is history. They drifted apart over the years, especially in highschool. Different grades, interests, ambitions, social circles… He lost track of Josh when the latter graduated from highschool, relying on the odd (though still amicable) run-in around the Quarter. They became increasingly rare however, and now Jaxon hasn’t seen head or tail of him in months. He’s heard the rumours though; That Josh dropped out of college, that he’s living on the streets - that he’s peddling drugs. Jaxon doesn’t know what to believe, but suffice to say, he’s concerned.

Evelyn Jones: Their connection is minimal; which is just how he plans to keep it. Evelyn recognized him one day when his name was called at the walk-in clinic. He’d just gotten the cast removed and was happily on his way out when she approached and dropped the bombshell. Apparently, she’d been close friends with his parents before the car-crash. He still remembers the lurch in his stomach in learning that he was adopted as Evelyn stood there blabbing about a time before he was born; expecting him to… What? Thank her? He hated the sympathy in her voice when she realized he hadn’t known; hated that he felt like an impostor in learning he wasn’t truly Jaxon - son of David Whittemore - as he’d been led to believe all these years. Some research and an explosive confrontation at home confirmed it. Mrs. Jones has tried to engage him a couple of times since then, the overtones of guilt very much apparent, but he’s managed to cut that to the quick with his cold, aloof retreats.

Kol Mikaelson: So he doesn’t know the guy well, but that won’t stop him from getting to knowhim as well as it’ll take in order to get what he wants out of him. Namely, answers. He saw him in a scuffle in an alleyway - outnumbered a good six to one. And yet before Jaxon could even think about whether he wanted to blow the whistle or duck his head and keep walking, every single one of the guy’s assailants were decked. Blinking only confirmed that the sight was real - and the victim turned victor seemed happy to indulge his captive audience. For a few seconds anyway. A wink, a mocking bow - and he was gone. But Jaxon’s seen enough crazy, superpower shit lately that this one’s definitely the straw to break the camel’s back. He wants to know how he did it; Training? Drugs? Something new on the market?… He won’t stop looking for the guy until he gets his answers. No matter the cost.

Mercy Lewis: Merit Lewis was one year older than him in school, but that never stopped them from being friends. They hadn’t met through school anyway. He barely remembers how they met, except that it was during a time when he was very, very young when he’d been suffering from inexplicable vertigo. They’d tried everything; doctors, specialists, prescription pills - nothing had worked until his mom had decided to turn to ‘natural medicine’. For reasons that are still beyond him, Merit’s mom was able to cure him of his vertigo after only a few months’ worth of herbal therapy. Getting rid of the illness was one thing; making a lifelong friend through the course of those events was even better. And if there was one person Jaxon hadn’t forgotten as he climbed the ladder of teenaged success, it was Merit. He kept an eye out for the kid; even defended him against older bullies a couple of times.

But then Merit died. He learned about it via rumour in school, which was then confirmed with a solemn few minutes of silence on the PA system one day during the morning announcements. And that was it. He sought out Merit’s older sister, Mercy, but the last time they ran into each other she was positively feral; lashing out at him and accusing him of spying and creeping up on her… For whatever purpose is beyond him. It pissed him off, but also made him suspicious. Why was she so jumpy? What really happened to Merit? He wants to approach her again - more gently, if need be - in order to find out.

Plot Teasers:

There are skills far more valuable than being good at sports, and Jaxon will soon learn that athleticism is merely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to climbing the food chain for survival.

Jaxon will eventually get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding Scott’s rapid rise to success; but will he have a choice in taking it for himself - or will greater forces make that choice for him?...

On the soundtrack of his life: Fallout Boy - I Don’t Care (x)

FC: Colton Haynes, non-negotiable.

Fortunately for us, Jaxon is T A K E N!! | Follow

#teen wolf rp #colton haynes #colton haynes fc #jackson whittemore #jackson whittemore rp #jaxon whittemore #s: tw #t: human #cast #taken #takenm

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osunews · 8 years ago

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osu!weekly #91

January? Events. February? Events. 2017 is packed full of stuff and it’s barely even started! Buckle your pants people, it’s gonna be a busy year, but for now - here’s the weekly.

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Weekly news

The first dev meeting of the year has come and gone, and it was a rather large one to make up for skipping December. While the meeting focused a lot on the development of osu!lazer, it also gave a lot of focus to the community side of things covering a few things like modding v2 testing, more discussions regarding featured artists and even some talk about expanding the use of the osulive twitch channel. To read the full recap, head over to birdsblog.ppy.sh

Following on from that, we have 9 maps ready to go for live modding v2 testing. The maps included span across all game modes giving everyone a chance to test the system. So if you’re looking to see where the future of modding is going, now’s as good of a time as any to head on over and give the system a whirl.

HappyStick has decided to create a new style of tournament, the HappyStick Seasonal Tour. Hosting brackets for players of nearly every skill level, this series is something that most will be able to try their best in. Each year there will be 3 tournaments for each season excluding Winter, as it will be skipped to avoid conflicting with the OWC. The registrations for the Spring Tour recently opened and already has over 900 people who signed up! The schedule and mappool will be released on the 20th with the group stage starting on the 25th. To learn more about both the Spring Tour, and the tournament structure as a whole, head over to the google docs page and have a read.

There’s always been a lot of osu!standard tournaments running, but other game modes need some love as well. The osu!catch AxS tournament (hosted by Wesley) has just recently finished with itsnotCWCteam claiming first place after a spectacular match against 0 Consistency that went all the way to a tiebreaker! If you have the time, you should make sure to watch the full VOD.

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The Community Mentorship program is back up and running for the Spring rotation. The mentor application stage is all done, and now the mentee applications are open. So if you want to learn from some of the top notch modders around, now’s your chance. Just head on over to the thread and fill out the form. Mentee sign-ups end on the 19th at 00:00 UTC time, so be sure to register in time.

Scorewatch: February Week 1 (With Scorewatch Patrol)

We’ve got a double play on kradness&Reol - Remote Control (seriously, I think this map has had enough time on the scorewatch)! Rohulk managed to squeeze in a crazy 97.63% HDDT 5 miss 577pp play, becoming his No.1 Top Rank, and Cookiezi finally fixed his 1 miss choke with a staggering 98.58% HDDT FC, setting a 761pp play. Simply outstanding plays, but the latter’s score will be shown in video form here.

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I just really think Cookiezi wants to be featured more. Sorry to those who expected a different player in the second segment here, but this is just not to be missed. This time, it’s on Imperial Circus Dead Decadence - Yomi yori Kikoyu, Koukoku no Tou to Honoo no Shoujo., where he pulled off a mindblowing HD 99.07% 4 miss score, grabbing 692pp. We are speechless. Even he is speechless. It’s something that felt impossible to be done yet it has been. This requires a liveplay, and an amazing one at that.

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FunOrange returns with a huge play on Sleeping With Sirens - If You Can't Hang as he pulls off the first mouse HDHR FC on Bearizm’s Extreme, setting a 99.52% 591pp play, making it both his and Canada’s top play as well. This play also skyrocketed him back into the Top 50, and a really great one at that. Boasting the highest accuracy with the mod combination, his fight for No.1 Canada is still going on and strong. Check it out below.

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Our fellow scorewatch member n1doking has made it here again with an astounding and weird mod combination of EZHDNCFL on DJ S3RL - T-T-Techno (feat. Jesskah), scoring 99.17% and 699pp. It’s sad that he didn’t manage to get a 700pp score, but he sure was close!

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Estonians sniped jakads’ 2 month lead off the scoreboards on gmtn. vs. kozato (fw. LUZE) - squartatrice with a crazy 99.92% FC. A long 4 minute and draining song, this score will shock many professional players. Check it out.

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NOTABLE MENTIONS HappyStick managed to finally pull off an FC on Imperial Circus Dead Decadence - Uta with 98.92%, scoring 594pp.

Gayzmcgee almost had a heart attack by HDHR 98.94% FCing xi - Blue Zenith on ktgster’s Extreme, grabbing 618pp.

Cookiezi took determination to the next level and set an amazing HDHR 99.88% FC on goreshit - burn this moment into the retina of my eye, gaining 693pp.

osu!mania 7K World Cup: And then there were 2

The Finals Week 1 opened with an exciting match between the United States and Indonesia, both teams off to a strong start after winning on their own first picks. It wasn’t long before Indonesia took an early lead after taking the break point on Dreamin’ attraction. The United States did their best to catch up, even taking a few risks like picking Demons. In the end, Indonesia proved simply too strong for the United States soaring ahead to a comfy 6-2 win.

Our second match was between Thailand and the Philippines. While this match appeared to be one of the closer matchups, the Philippines took control very fast. It wasn’t until Philippines’ match point where Thailand mounted a counter attack taking the score from 5-1 to 5-4 in what threatened to be the reverse sweep of the century. A tiebreaker was looking to be the only way to settle this colossal match. It came down to a 1v1 on PEACE BREAKER. S h i r o vs arcwinolivirus, with arcwinolivirus claiming the 6th and final point for the Philippines!

The third match was between Indonesia and the Philippines, who had both won impressive matches to get so far in the tournament already. Only one would get the chance to go up against China and guarantee themselves a top 3 finish. This match unfortunately was a lot more one sided than previous matches with Indonesia stealing the show with a dominating 6-0 win, despite the Philippines’ impressive performance versus Thailand earlier in the series.

Our last match of the weekend rolled around the great decider for the bronze and who would get to face South Korea was between Indonesia and China - our top and high seeded teams for Group C respectively. In fact, it was originally one the first matches of the tournament. With the group stage match results going China’s way 5-1, it wasn’t looking good for Indonesia, with history ultimately choosing to repeat itself once more. China continued to demonstrate their dominating streak, and moved on to face South Korea in the Grand Finals after a clean 6-0 win.

Following on from osu!mania World Cup news, the osu!taiko World Cup 2017 registrations have opened!. There are a few changes this year, most notable being the new Score V2 system. So if you’re looking to get in on this years osu!taiko action, now’s your chance to sign up. Registrations last until February the 19th so make sure you’ve signed up by then. If you aren’t looking to play, but rather just looking forward to the action, the live drawings will take place on the 5th of March. If you wish to learn more, head over to the wiki page to check scheduling and the updated rules.

And to wrap up this week's issue, we have the solutions here for the crossword that we released a few weeks ago. We’ll have a new puzzle ready to go for next week so be sure to keep an eye out for that, and Thank You For Playing our fun little puzzles.

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That’s all we have for this week. If you have any suggestions for what you would like to see in the weekly (and have some spare time), feel free to drop by the osu!dev discord and directly highlight Nyquill or myself (deadbeat) in the #osu-weekly channel. Alternatively, you can also e-mail as usual at [email protected].

See you next week!

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bongaboi · 8 years ago

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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 27

Revons Plus Grand

Chapter 27:

Requiem

"Oh dear, not again..." Takami Karibuchi was busy surveying the wreckage as the local police took notes and taped off a portion of the Champs-Elysses, diverting snarling traffic on the seventh arrondissement, the richest of the all in the metropole. Her younger sister Hikari was taking photographs of the mess, which saw a police officer slain and the shooter killed.

"Another ISIS sympathizer is making a message known to Jose and Sada, you imagine," Hikari noted. "We arrived too late to stop the situation from escalating."

"I sense a faint energy aligned to the Neuroi..." Takami used her eye to detect and confirm the aura before it disippated. "It transmitted some information to the base in Seine-Saint-Denis."

"Do you want me to call Jose and Sada to inform them of what happened?" she asked.

"Leave them be. We want to wait until the schedule lightens for them. There might be some more planned events connected to this. The nation will be having its first round of the election for their new leader, and I can tell that Paris does not want Le Pen to win this."

"Who do they want to win?" asked Hikari.

"Looks like Emmanuel Macron of En Marche." Indeed, Macron would lead the first round, but Le Pen would finish second, with the latter's support coming from the easternm and southern departments. Paris went on to shut out Montpellier 2-0, the women defeated Barcelona 3-1, Nice drew 1-1 with Toulouse...and Monaco edged out Lyon 2-1, setting up a showdown with Paris at Le Parc that would ultimately decide the balance of power in French club football for the year.

This was the training schedule for Paris in what would be a turning point week for both teams.

Men's Team

Monday, April 24th 2017

Training session closed to media

Tuesday, April 25th 2017

01:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery (live on PSG TV) - Ooredoo Training Centre

Training session closed to media

Wednesday, April 26th 2017 - Parc des Princes

09:05 PM: Paris Saint-Germain - AS Monaco

Coupe de France - Semi-final

Thursday, April 27th 2017

No training session

Friday, April 28th 2017

Training session closed to media

Saturday, April 29th 2017 - Ooredoo Training Centre

11:00 AM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes

01:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery (live on PSG TV)

Sunday, April 30th 2017 - Allianz Riviera

09:00 PM: OGC Nice - Paris Saint-Germain

Ligue 1 - Week 35

The schedule is subject to change(s).

Women's Team

Monday, April 24th 2017

No training session

Tuesday, April 25th 2017

Training session closed to media

Wednesday, April 26th 2017

Training session closed to media

Thursday, April 27th 2017

Training session closed to media

Friday, April 28th 2017 - Parc des Princes

05:45 PM: Press conference with Patrice Lair and a Paris Saint-Germain player

06:10 PM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes

Saturday, April 29th 2017 - Parc des Princes

05:00 PM: FC Barcelona - Paris Saint-Germain

UEFA Women's Champions League - Semi-final - Second leg

Sunday, April 30th 2017

To be determined

"If I surround myself with the things that matter to me, like celebrating life and being in solidarity with those I love, with those that I want to share treasured memories with, I can become stronger and full of energy, so long as I am still breathing," Georgette said wistfully to Sadako on Tuesday as the two of them prepared another spread for the players who were preparing for their home date with AS Monaco.

"The souls of the innocent who did not need to perish, I can feel their energy urging us to continue to support this team, from Seoul to Syria, from Los Angeles to Somalia and all points in between," she replied, humming softly as they felt a rush of anticipation course through their veins. "They urge your people to choose with their hearts, not with their heads, Jose."

"I can only observe as my leader in our timeline is De Gaulle, not Macron or Le Pen," she replied with a sigh. "But I observe like I am a part of it, because I really am a part of the magic."

Over at a cafe in Saint-Denis, a limousine was carrying a big name from AS Monaco, a man by the name of Vadim, to a restaurant with an unassuming name of Hippopotamus. "Mr. Vadim," said the host, shaking hands with Vadim. "Good morning, we have come to talk. My name is Ali."

"Mr. Ali," Vadim said. "You've come to do business with me at a casual place like this?"

"Yes, because the locals know me here, and you can order what you like at a discount." Minutes later, plates of burgers and fries and cups of milkshakes were at their seats. "See what I mean?"

"I sure do," said Vadim. "So what business do you want?"

"I will pay you a hefty amount of money to have Leonardo's team avoid messing around the Stade de France on the 27th next month," Ali said, taking a big bite of a burger with all the trimmings.

"How much?"

Ali clapped his hands three times. An assistant opened a suitcase filled with cash. "This is 300 million euros," said Ali. "Money that I am sending to you to help your team focus on Ligue 1 and the Champions League and the window. This is for Mr. Dimitry. AS Monaco are not to win tomorrow or there will be swift consequences."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your life will be at risk as well as that of your players," said Ali as a couple of his strongmen flanked him, holding burgers that they took big bites and chews out of in unison. "I have already contacted Jardim and told him to rest his men as they are simply wasting their time if they try to test Paris tomorrow."

"Are you crazy, Ali? We will not win the treble if we do that!"

"Jardim has been told to rest his main players or they will all be shot by my connections on the ground. Including him. So I don't think you want to risk being in the news for all the wrong reasons. Paris is France's team and its brand, its name and its legacy must be protected and we will do this by all means necessary. Including force. Understood?"

"Um, yes Mr. Ali, I understand."

"Your meal is getting cold. Best to consume it, God willing. And one more thing."

"Yes?"

"If you reveal this to the public and the press..." He made a throat-slash gesture, Ali did. "Your blood will spilled on the steps of the Casino whose fat you live off of."

"This is strange," said Georgette to Sadako the next day as they were watching the two teams go through warm-ups at the Parc. "I don't see some guys. Where's Kylian, Radamel, Joao, Lemar, Tiemoue, Daniljel?"

"Nowhere to be seen, Jose," Sadako noticed, pulling out her binoculars to get a better look. "I think Mr. Jardin decided to throw this one."

"Why would he do that, though, Sada? I thought Monaco were better than this, to throw a match and a tournament like this! That's something I can't understand."

"Oh, you'll understand all right," said Gab, rolling in to jump into Jose's lap.

"Gab, what are you doing here? No pets are allowed in the stadium!"

"No one can see me except both of you, relax." A loud meowing noise. "So, I want to explain further the situation with Monaco. They are being threatened by ISIS and told not to get in your guys' way."

"WHAT!?" exclaimed Sadako and Georgette.

"That does not benefit us because I want both teams to battle fair and square. Explain to me what is going on," Georgette said, angry.

"A guy named Ali, according to my observations, who is aligned with ISIS, handed Mr. Vadim Vasilyev 300 million euros to convince Mr. Jardim to fix the match and have them focus on Champions League and Ligue 1."

"So they are conspiring to help us defend our Coupe de France, huh?" Sadako said. "We like defending our trophies, but we want a fair fight."

"They are passing it off as player exhaustion and prioritizing competitions, but that is not completely true. If Monaco win this game, the team could be killed on the way back to the principality, even those who don't play."

"No..." Georgette said, head in her hands. "I want Paris to win but I don't want it to be this way. Are they up to something?"

"I also have some info that was not disclosed but was discussed and Ali and the sympathizers," said Gab.

"What?"

"They are planning to attack the Stade de France immediately following the final. They are wagering on Paris Saint-Germain winning and that's when they will attack with the Neuroi that they are developing. So this is actually all a ruse that our enemy is planning."

"Dear me, dear me, Gab, that is horrible! What are we gonna do?"

"I think you have to tell those on the other side to prepare themselves, get ready to head down here and counter the planned attack on everyone coming down. The shootings that took place earlier are a dress rehearsal to the big one next month. Once Monaco's reserves get run over, the plan by our enemies is going to accelerate. This are scary times, you know?"

Sadako took Georgette's left hand, clasped it with both her hands and kissed it lovingly. "Sada," Jose whispered.

"Jose, we are in this together, till death do us part. Don't let this discourage you, okay?"

"Yes, Sada, I promise."

She smiled. "Let's enjoy this. We can only defeat what's in front of us, and our mission remains the same."

"Yeah..." Georgette blushed, sighed and warmed up Sadako's hands. A careless whisper in the night. "And I will not let you go." The two of them looked on as Paris's players continued to prepare through their intricate drills.

PSG went on to roll past Monaco 5-0 on goals from Julian Draxler (26') on a cleanup tapin, Edinson Cavani (31') with a nice chaleira, Blaise Matuidi (52') and Marquinhos (90'), to go with an own goal from youngster Safwan Mbae (50'), to which PSG's No. 5 offered condolences before reading the last rites near the full time whistle. In short, the home fans got their victory, but even they felt Monaco's coaches and front office robbed them of a proper contest similar to the last meeting in league play at Le Parc.

Back at the apartment, a visibly exhausted Georgette was laid down on the bed by Sadako, who proceeded to undress the two of them. Jose was down to her unmistable underwear of whitw with blue bows, while Sadako chose to stick with simple black and shorts. She ran her hair through Jose's brown twin tails that had the scent of cocoa and hazelnuts, taking a nice whiff before breathing on her skin, triggering a tittilating shiver from her lover. "Haaaaaah," sighed Jose as her mound when up and down, completely drowned in a world of sleep.

At that point, Sadako, with a smile on her face, decided to let her sleep and she then went on to toast some baguettes to spread Nutella on. Here she was, in her spandex underwear, having a sweet yet filling midnight snack with Gab watching sheepishly. The cat tracker was displaying some of the drills and instruction going on over on the other side. The info had apparently been relayed to the team in Petersburg.

"Intricate stuff, no?" asked Gab to Sadako, eating her Nutella butties.

"To think that we intercepted their plan without them knowing it takes some skill," she replied. "But I wonder why we don't think about taking action now and we have to wait until then?"

"Because a lot can change in a month and some people might actually choose to open their mouth and blow the whistle. Pretty tense over there in Saint-Denis." A long, sustained purr afterwards.

"When I eat sweets, it's like making love to Jose in bed," Sadako said wistfully, licking the tip of her chocolate-saturated left index finger before sucking it suggestively and consuming the sweetness in it. "She is my dessert when I am not hungry for dessert. She likes it when I calm down by melting into her. It calms her down too."

"Both of you clean up after yourselves, so you do your thing while you're still here."

"The memories I share with this team have been good ones, the PSG team. I like the chances of us defeating Nice, since that's the only real test left for us. But I would imagine Angers will be motivated..."

"Sadako?" Gab noticed that tears were falling down her eyes. She was crying.

"I don't want to lose Jose. If I lose her, I want to die with her as well," she whispered, the tears fall to the floor, her appetize started to shrink as thoughts of a big part of her life dying in her arms flashed through her. "I can't let that happen!" And the sobs could be heard.

"It's okay, she's still with you," Gab said.

"Mmmmm..." Georgette walked into the living room and saw Sadako next to a pile of Nutella butties, sobbing uncontrollably. "Sada...is something wrong?"

"J...ose, Jose, I, I..." Georgette went and embraces Sadako. "!" Her breathing was hitched as her tears that came from her crimson-amber eyes started to dissipate.

"You were starting to have those visions again, huh?" Jose whispered, caressing Sadako's weary face before kissing her, licking the spread on her cheek and licking her pursed lips as a consequence.

"Because I do everything for you, baby," she replied softly, the soft and smooth skin of her lover relaxing her soul. "I do everything for you. Even help our team make this city happy."

"Maybe I need to enjoy these sandwiches as well so that you can feel better. I won't let you finish this yourself." Georgette snuggled next to a spooning Sadako, who wrapped her arms around her as the two of them indulged in the sandwiches while watching a replay of the match.

"But Jose, there was plenty to go around to begin with," Sadako whispered as their ears and tails popped out. "I was going to bring them to the bed."

"The scent and you sobbing drew me here. You know I had to save you from yourself, you can't be complete without me."

"I can never beat you because the woman is always right. And you will always be the woman in my life. No one else comes close." A bite as she fondled Georgette. "Mmmmm, this is delicious."

"It's even more delicious when we enjoy this together. I'm glad Gab's decided to sleep and leave us to...our sweet talk, eh Sada?"

She responded with a knowing purr. "Jose, you naughty girl. wwwwww..." The two girls continued to watch the Sanduskying that took place at Le Parc while casually pleasuring each other and eating chocolate on bread. In the distance, a flock of doves flew across Boulogne-Billancourt before disappearing out of sight, a sign that the worse had come to pass for Paris in terms of tough opposition at home, although the now-relegated Bastia and struggling SM Caen were not to be disrespected by the esteemed hosts.

END CHAPTER 27

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