#the quote was going to be ‘a star shaped scar’ ‘or that of a sun..’
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i-am-a-fan · 1 year ago
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“The Crowning of the Sun”
Supposedly the second part of this art work.
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Getting to know each other!
Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses for the tag! This looks like fun!
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APPEARANCE: i’m under 5’5” (5'3" in fact. Smol boy) // i wear glasses/contacts// i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing// i have one or more piercings (right ear pierced. Fun fact I once supported a young man to a swimming pool without taking my earring out, and as we climbed the stairs to one of the slides he looked at me in complete and sudden horror and said "Oh my god your other earring must have fallen out in the water!" I had seen this man almost every day for multiple years and this is how he learned I only have the one piercing) // i have at least one tattoo (five!)// i have blue eyes// i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look (it wavers but I work actively on this tbh)// i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards (oh how i WISH I had the face shape for baseball hats)
HOBBIES AND TALENTS: i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition (won a short story contest once!)// i can cook or bake without a recipe (yeah but the dishes I make don't technically exist/have formal names so idk, it's all about luck)// i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows// i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing (I will not sing in front of people but privately I love it. My dad once overheard me singing at 14 and told me I was good but I simply remain scarred by the memory of being overheard fifteen years ago...) // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIP: i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friends i have known for ten years (twenty years this year!) // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child (I mean I'm technically not but that's a story only few will be told) // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online (love you guys, Paris forever lol)
AESTHETICS: i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside (I haven't done this for a while but I used to do it all the time, maybe I should do it again) // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season 🍂
MISCELLANEOUS: i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend// i live by a certain quote (it changes, but I like to have one on the go) // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities //i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift (failed four driving tests in a manual lol) // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs
This was fun! Tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom, @dreamingofmickeywaffles @velvet-ink and @reasonandfaithinharmony if you haven't played and would like to.
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roobylavender · 2 years ago
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Do you have any threads of quotes that remind you of Koriand’r?
love and dreams are two parentheses. between them i place my body and discover the world. (celebrating childhood, adonis)
i'd forgive myself. to be with jonah i'd do anything. (jellicoe road, melina marchetta)
what happens when you stay somewhere a long time is you have long, deep friendships with history and texture and meaning.. and you watch the people you love become old.. and you become old with them.. you get to know a place. (a long line of cakes, deborah wiles)
love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun more last than star. (being to timelessness as it's to time, e.e. cummings)
in greek the act of love is a mingling (mignumi) and desire melts the limbs (lusimelēs, cf. Sappho fr. 130 above). boundaries of body, categories of thought, are confounded. the god who melts limbs proceeds to break the lover (damnatai) as would a foe on the epic battlefield (eros the bittersweet: an essay, anne carson)
shape your spine, stronger this time. shape your eyes, capable of seeing more than you ever imagined. shape your mouth; give it the capacity to say all of the words you never allowed yourself to say. begin again. (the strength in our scars, bianca sparacino)
where does a wild heart go? it goes looking for freedom in every handspan of this ground. it takes along in its journey a feeling, a longing, and the sheer force of love. it goes on its way through rain and storms, through caves and crystals, cold wind, gales. the world today dawned wild, hanging by a thread at the pull of a whirlwind. (coração selvagem, joyce)
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writings-by-blondie · 4 years ago
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~If The Stars Could Speak~
Soap Mactavish x F!Reader (teaspoon of Angst)
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She was way too good for him and he knew that yet he couldn't forget the way her (h/c) hair fell over her shoulders, her laugh and a bit cold, but glittery look of her (e/c) eyes when their gaze met for the first time..it was like he could see universe in them.
He was in cold, gloomy, Russia, on a mission that was to be last, scribbling down words on the peace of paper, counting down hours till he get to hold her forever...
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His most trusting man, and friend, Simon and him decided to lay back and enjoy some free time they were granted away from their ever noisy and ever busy camp.
They were at downtown, walking and talking about how tonight is their night - they will leave job at office and they will just enjoy strong alcohol and good music.
The night was a bit chilly, but nothing unusual for the late September.
That just meant that John will finally have chance to wear that nice black spitfire jacket he bought not long ago, and he looked well in it.
As the two men walked they spotted the bar they wanted to be in for the rest of the night, right outside of it, sticking out like a sore thumb was parked some expensive car that John didn't know how to indenify as. He wasn't a big car head like his friend.
"Look at this mate. Its Porsche, bet some meat heads are in this place",
said Simon chucking and eyeing the car and tilting his head slowly towards the bar.
Mactavish smirked and pushed his friend gently as he started walking in, "You have a problem with that or you're just scared of guys who drive expensive cars, eh?".
Inside of the bar you and small group of your friends were in VIP lounge. Infront of you, on small glass table was a bucket filled with ice that kept some red bulls and couple of Baltica beers cold.
You were drinking Jack Daniels, your glass half full. Being tipsy already, you fake-laughed at some perverse joke friend next to you finished telling.
Tonight, you really felt down. Truth to be told, you've been feeling under the weather last couple of months, nothing seemed to go the right way and nothing you did could change that feeling. On top of that your stupid poosh boyfriend broke up with you over text last week, and even though you understood that your friends cared for you and wanted you to forget about that fool and enjoy yourself, you still couldn't shake away the bitterness and just wanted to curl away in your bed, eat some strawberry ice cream and watch ‘Casablanca’.
But here you were, in a black dress that glittered under the light, your hair styled in lazy but not messy curls, and your over-expensive white heels. You looked like the IT girl that every man would want for them selves, to put you on pedestal and admire you.
(Y/n) leaned back in the black leather seat before she took a deep sigh that was followed by pouting and throwing down rest of the Jack that was in her glass down her throat. It burned for a bit, but the sweet flavour of alcohol made her want to drink more, so she opened the half empty bottle and poured more of the honey-coloured liquid into her glass.
She leaned in close to her friend on the left and whispered,
"I need to go and check my make up. Save a seat for me, and dont touch my bottle, I will know if you do.",
you almost groaned last words since you knew well that your friends loved to mess with you.
The (h/c) girl now stood up, taking her light coloured purse that matched with her heels, in her hands and started walking towards the washroom of the bar.
The floor was wooden, hard wood, after all the bar was made to accommodate high class people and to draw in tourists who had a lot of money to spend. Her heels making a little bit noise as her steps collided with the floor. It was a southing sound, like when rain hits the metal.
Her hips swayed as her dress didn't quite hug her whole neatly shaped figure, so it swayed with her movements, glittering under the dim light of the noisy bar.
She had to watch every step since she felt that the alcohol was indeed kicking in, but the song playing on stereos drew her attention and just for a tiny moment she forgot completely that she had heels on.
"Shit-", you muttered loudly as your purse left your hands and you could see the dark wooden floor getting close to you now, but you weren't colliding with it, instead you felt stern grip on your waist, feeling the coldness of someones hand that went straight to your skin, under the dress. You furrowed eyebrows before looking up, facing a, without any exaggeration, handsomest man you ever laid eyes upon.
His eyes, blue as the sea in mid July in the noon, almost glittering like a waves when they shine under the hot sun. His smell now invaded your nostrils touching your senses, stimulating them, wanting more of it. It was pine mixed with old brand of ‘denim’, manly but still subtle, just enough.
He smiled at you softly looking into your eyes, not breaking eye contact once.
"Careful now lass, we don’t want any broken bones yet, the night is still young eh?..", he spoke with thick and extremely attractive (for some reason) Scottish accent and she took deep breath in, as the man slowly placed the girl in front of him back on her legs, parting his hand with her waist. The girl licked her lover lip, realizing now that she was blushing way more than it was appropriate for this kind of situation and softly muttered, "Sorry.. The heels..", under her breath before she walked pass the man and disappeared into woman's washroom.
Mactavish however trailed her with his eyes, her long and subtly toned legs, and the way the subtle cutout on her dress reviled a bit of her thigh. She was clearly in distress and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself as he picked up her purse from the floor and sat down in the nearby booth with Simon.
"What the hell was that?", Riley said as he took off his black leather jacket, placing it next to him.
"It was like some scene out of those old movies mate. Its like, in that one moment, universe existed to put us together.", John smiled to himself, also placing his jacket next to him, being a bit surprised at his own words, he wasn't cheesy, but romantic? He was that.
And he would never let any of his friends know that since well, it was an army and he didn't need Ghost going around the base telling everyone that their captain was softie.
"Since when are you that cheeky eh? Maybe Price doesn't make you do enough pushups at morning." Simon smirked at his friend and raised his hand to call the bartender,
"Its a quote, some of us are literate cinema vise mate", Mactavish smirked back at him leaning over the table, trying to reach for his cigars in his back pocket, "But she is bonnie, nonetheless.".
In washroom you tried to steady your breathing. You put your hand on your chest and closed eyes, but the only thing you could see was the man's eyes and his face. Girl quickly opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in big mirror that was placed on black and white tiles. (Y/n) looked at her face, noticing few spots where her make up was messed up, she pouted a bit and reached down on the sink for her purse, but her palm was met only with cold marble sink.
You quickly shot your gaze towards your hand, with your eyebrows furrowed. Eyes darting across the sink, around it and eventually around the whole washroom then the realisation hit you like a heavy boulder- you dropped your purse when you tripped, when he grabbed you.
"For fucks sake..", you muttered under the breath. It was enough humiliating that probably whole bar watched you stumble around like a new born deer and almost kiss the floor, but now you had to go retrieve your purse that was probably still on the ground and go back to washroom again looking like a lost highschool girl on the party.
You shook your head and realised that stupid anxiety attack got your judgment clouded- people fall every day, and they drop stuff everyday too.
The girl now straighten her posture, fixed her hair a bit and opened the door, exiting the cool room she was in before heading to the booth were she dropped her purse, but to her surprise the purse was not on the floor instead she heard familiar thick accent from the booth next to where she was standing,
"Looking for this lass?", the man waved with her purse smiling at her with one of his brows raised, his friend watching her, waiting for her next move.
You swallowed a big gulp, approaching the booth were the men were sitting slowly, taking your purse from the blue eyed man,
"Yes, thank you. Saving me from embarrassment.. Very noble of you.", you said with a now confident voice, not breaking eye contact with him. There was something about him, something unexplainable. It was like that with every second she looked at his face, at his slightly parted lips as a little smile formed on his face, you were losing grip on the time it was like a whole universe worked for you and him.
"Glad I could help ma'am. Those shoes do look dangerous, better watch your step.", the man spoke and she smiled at him, shyly nodding and turning around, breaking the eye contact with him, slowly walking towards her own booth where her friends were loud and drunk.
But every step you took was heavier than the last one, you didn't want to go there, you wanted to sit with him, smell that invading pine again, feel his touch again.. Was this alcohol that was in your bloodstream?
You stopped suddenly and took a deep breath, before turning on your heels and going back to the two man who were now smoking, their drinks were on their table as well.
"Oh screw it. Universe, dont make a fool out of me!", you thought internally as you approached back their booth, and both men looked up at you again.
"Do you need some help lassie? Are you feeling well?", the blue eyed man asked. You actually just now noticed that he had his hair styled as a mohawk and it suited him so nice, the scar over his eye stuck out as well.
You snapped out and shook your head in denial,
"Would you mind if I joined you for a drink?",
Ghost cleared his throat and looked away with a huge smirk over his face, avoiding John’s stern look. Mactavish moved himself to the left, leaving vacant place for the girl to sit and nodded his head down while putting out cigar that was already burned.
You sat next to him, smiling and biting inside of your cheek, leaving your purse on the edge of the table waving to the bartender to get his attention, you showed him universal sign for ‘another bottle’ and the man nod to you.
You returned your attention towards two men who were gazing at you the whole time.
"So, who wishes to start this AA meeting? How about you sir?", you pointed at men across from you. Both men cracked at your joke before the one you pointed at started talking,
"Name's Simon, that’s Soap- I mean John..", Simon barely held in his laugh looking away from the pair. You looked at men next to you and his jaw was clenched, he obviously didn't like that one.
"Y/N, nice to meet you fellas. This night needed some life in it. I was dying of boredom over at VIP's. Some fresh environment is nice..",
you smiled at John who was downing his beer, slowly he nod at the girl and the bartender finally came with your new bottle of Jack and three glasses for each of you.
"Put it on my bill, thanks.", you said and John eyed you as you opened the bottle of whiskey and poured everyone about a half of the glass, raising your own towards him as you finished. You smirked a bit, leaning towards him, unintentionally, your thigh subtly brushed against his light blue denim jeans.
"Cheers to not breaking bones and to concerned strangers.”, you said the words, slowly looking up at his eyes yet again.
John looked down at you, slowly colliding his glass with yours.
"Well, cheers to me I guess..", Simon muttered to himself and downed down the glass. You couldn't help but laugh sincerely, John joining you while rolling his eyes at Simon,
"Ghost getting ghosted, this will be the story to tell the mates back at camp for sure..".
You raised your eyebrow in confusion, leaving your glass on the table and crossing your legs, leaning back,
"Camp? What are you two like some secret agents or something?", you asked and John and Simon talked to you about their job deep into night. They explained their line or work as subtle as they could and shared some of the funniest moments from their missions with you.
John enjoyed your laugh, the way you blushed when you caught him looking at you, avoiding his gaze, how well your lips were glossed and your perfume that made him want to invade your neck and collarbone with small and soft kisses. He also noticed how soft your skin was when he "accidentally" touched your hand as you were reaching for the bottle, wanting to pour another drink.
It was about 3 in the morning when you turned around towards the bartender who was next to you, telling you and your new friends that the bar is closing in about five minutes. Your friends left long time ago, too drunk to even notice that you were gone or that you were now sitting elsewhere.
"Oh come on Gorge! Cant you see how much fun we are having here? Can’t you just lock us in or join us?", you blinked innocently at the bartender and it made man blush, ofcourse that didn't go unnoticed by Mactavish who cleared his throat subtly and put his hand around your shoulder. You turned your head, raising eyebrow at him and questioning what the hell he was doing.
"Come on lass, man has a job to do, a boss to answer to. We will get you to your hotel eh?", you chuckled at him, now relaxing into his touch, and he loved it. He softly rubbed exposed skin on your shoulder with his thumb and you inhaled sharply, smiling at him reaching for your purse and pulling out keys from your car,
"I drank a lot.. Who is driving lads?",
You closed the door of your Porsche and could hear Simon in the back seat whistle,
"It even has leather inside and tv in the back of the seat. Of course it does.. For gods sake (y/n), you could've just told us that you are rich. We would've distanced from you.", Riley made a joke and you laughed, turning around in your seat looking at Simon, as John started the car, slowly advancing towards the main street.
"I wouldn't trade time I had with you boys for nothing in this world. I haven't laughed like that in ages..",
Riley now looked at Mactavish on review mirror smirking,
"Soap, drop me off first and then take (y/n) back to her place. Base is just around the corner it will save her some gas.".
You eyed man who was driving now, waiting for his response, he groaned in response then he nodded slowly looking at you, before returning eyes to the road that was empty. The city was in deep sleep.
John parked infront of some old looking house and Simon chuckled, "Well this is my stop. I'll see ya in the morning mate, don't forget to freshen up, we will need you frosty eh?",
Simon said before he slammed the doors shut and swiftly disappeared into the house.
You looked at John and pouted a bit, he looked and you and wiggled his eyebrows playfully,
"Where to miss?", he put up his best British accent and you couldn't help but laugh at how silly he sounded.
"With you? To the stars.." you leaned on his shoulder and kicked down your heels, tucking your legs under your tights.
Mactavish took a deep breath, inhaling the sent of your perfume, before he started driving again, he reached for the radio and turned it on.
A soft tune of "Midnight" song was on it and you hummed in approval.
"You know, I feel like I should've met you long ago instead of wasting my time around, not knowing where am I going, what am I doing. I wish this night could last forever John, I wish I could be stuck in it forever.."
The man smiled and reached for one of your hands, locking his fingers with your smaller ones, his eyes never leaving the road.
"I want to show you one place, if you are not up for sleep yet lassie?"
You parted your head with his shoulder to look up at him, his face being illuminated by dim street lights, he looked so soft and like he didn't have any worry in the world.
"Aye sir, I am in your hands for the rest of this trip." you joked and he let out a huffed laugh, bringing your hand closer to his lips, kissing your knuckles, you watched him carefully, biting your lower lip as you felt the warmth spread throughout your entire body from just that tiny exchange of affection.
John parked the car, pulled the break and turned the machine off. He leaned back in the leather seat and looked at you, smile creeping around the corners of his mouth.
"Take my jacket, it can be windy up here."
He said and reached in the back seat for his jacket, handing it to you. You took it into your hands and looked around you, it was quiet and dark all around. Not single lamp post or anything was in the vicinity, only the headlights that John left on, and the soft tune of radio that still played.
"There is nothing here, and honestly it feels like a horror movie. Am I about to be murdured  and thrown from this cliff John?"
Mactavish just chuckled and opened the car doors on his side,
"Do you trust me lass?", he asked as he leaned on the car roof, peeking inside and looking at you.
"Do I trust man I just met in local bar to exit my car, my only way of escaping, and obey him to walk into my own funeral? Sure yeah, here I come.." you said with playful tone as you stepped out of your car, flinging his black jacket over your shoulders and sliding your arms into it. It smelled like him and you buried your nose into the collar of jacket, closing your eyes and getting lost in the man's perfume mixed with aftershave. You were about to close the doors of the car when John cut you off,
"Don't close the doors, we won't be able to hear the music".
He was now behind you, towering over your smaller frame and your heart skipped the beat as you turned around to face him.
He slowly reached for your hips and without any hesitation or struggle, swayed you off your bare feet and lifted you up. You instinctively warped your arms around his neck smiling at him.
"You need to stop watching that many horror movies, they will rot your pretty brain"
He smiled at you with his eyes, looking down at your parted lips. Your face being right infront of his, possibly few inches away since he could feel your breath on his skin, and you could feel his. Blush creeped around your cheeks and he put you down on the hood of the car that was still warm from the engine. Your hands left his neck, but he still remained between your legs, not letting your hips just yet. You could've swore that his eyes were shining that night, you knew it was not possible, that your brain was seeing tings the way it wanted to, but you still chose to believe that impossible was possible in that moment.
His shadow that was casted due to headlights now moved, and with deep inhale his grip left your hips and you bit your lip. You felt disappointed and empty, you wanted him to lean in closer, you wanted to taste him and to seal the deal, but he moved away, hopping on the hood with ease, next to you, and leaning down on the windshield, one hand behind his head and other stretched out across the hood. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and slowly nodded towards his hand.
You pouted but soon enough curled against him, resting your head on his arm and softly gliding your hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat under your palm.
In response he softly put his fingers in your hair, massaging your head in circular moves.
"Look up lass, the sky is beautiful tonight. No clouds, just stars blinking and shining somewhere out there, far, far away. Haven't seen this in a while."
You listened to his words and followed his gaze up towards the sky. He was right, it was indeed beautiful. Dark blue mixed with dozen blinking lights looking back at you and him. Moon was nowhere to be found however. And then it struck you, the whole moment was inscribed into your memory- his soft breathing, the glitter in his eyes, the soft music that was playing from inside the car, the murmur of water somewhere in the distance, the ruffle of the leaves and grass that were moved by soft breeze and your eyes watered a bit, you really wanted to live in this moment forever, to lie on his arm forever and to gaze at the same stars forever.
John noticed the hard breathing next to him and faced you with soft smile "Dont cry lass, I more like you smiling, it suits you better. Can't say the same for those shoes.. Those didn't work for you that well eh?" you chucked through the tears and felt his thumb on your cheek as he wiped one stray tear.
"I just want to be here forever.. Like this. With you next to me. If I had one chance to freeze the time it would be right now, right here with you so I could look at your eyes filled with thousand stars forever, counting them slowly one by one, never getting bored of you." the girl said softly pulling herself closer to him. John smiled and kissed her hair softly.
"Funny how you are telling me the words I should be telling you bonnie. Maybe this is just a dream eh? Maybe we will wake up from it feeling empty..I know that I will miss you when I am gone.. Now, tell me who broke your heart?"
John said with whisper, still gazing up at the stars, slowly closing his eyes.
"Life did. But its nothing you can't fix.." you said quietly, blushing and looking up at him. He opened the eyes and looked back at you, his eyes trailing every line of your face, trying to remember all the features of it as he leaned in and slowly kissed your forehead.
"Dance with me?" He asked and you smiled up at him.
"I dont have any shoes on." you replied as with one swift move he pulled you off the car .
"That is nothing I can't fix." he smirked a bit and lifted you up from the car, telling you to stand on his shoes.
"John no, I am heavy." you chuckled as his hands held you close to him, his hands under his jacket, one placed on small of your back and one firmly held your hip, your feet now on his shoes, and he started moving slowly in tune of "Gloria" by Midnight that was on radio station at the moment.
"Bollocks, you are light as a feather, I can't even feel you. Do you even eat something or you just drink every day?" He joked and you laughed, throwing your hands over his head, locking them behind his neck.
"Captain Mactavish, stop teasing me and kiss me. I demand that action." you ran your hand over back of his head, feeling the tingles on your palm from his fresh shaven hair cut.
He looked down at you, lingering his eyes on your lips that were smirking a bit, slowly closing distance between the two, teasingly.
He pressed his cold lips on yours and you closed your eyes, wanting to remember every single moment and every move he made.
He slowly moved his hand up and down your back, inviting you to deepen the kiss which you accepted. He kissed you slowly, with passion with every move. He was spilling all of his emotions right then and there, he held you like was afraid that you will disappear from his arms, like he wouldn't be able to touch you or feel you. Your heart feel heavy, and you swore he could hear it since it was crashing against your ribcage. 
John slowly parted with your lips, looking into your eyes, his forehead resting on yours,
"After I am done with next mission, I will steal you and take you away so we can count all of the starts together, alright?" He asked and you nodded in approval slowly.
"Promise you wont forget?" You blinked up at him and he softly leaned in and kissed your lips again, kiss that was assuring and warm.
"I will be back in two days, wait for me here and be ready for a trip.", he softly brushed his nose on yours and you smiled wide at him, the universe was on your side, fate was on your side. It gifted him to you, to keep him and to cherish him, that whole night was like a fever dream, it almost didn't feel real- but it was. He was there and you were with him, swaying to the music slowly, kissing and feeling each other praying that sun wont come up just yet..
In two days you were at the same spot, your truck filled with all your stuff you needed.
You paced around the car excited, wanting to have his arms around you again, wanting to kiss him again... But he never showed up.
You never saw him again. You visited the bar often, you went to the house where you left his friend that night but the house was not there, it was demolished not long ago.
John disappeared without the trace, just the way he came into your life, unnoticed.
You never heard from him again. It was like that whole night was just a distant dream you had, and you would believe it if it wasn't for his jacket that was in your closet, his smell still lingering on it.
Years have passed, you never quite moved on, settling for a man who was nothing like John, but he cared for you, he really did.
Treating you right, bringing you flowers for every 14th of February, never forgetting anniversary or your birthday.
He didn't have stars in his eyes, he never took you to that place, never made you fall in love with him in bare hours, but he was enough. You had a nice house in nice neighbourhood and you lived a nice life with him.
You were at kitchen, preparing a lunch for your husband and you, when you heard a bell ring of your doors. You swiftly cleaned your hands and rushed to open the door.
"Yes?" You said as handle turned and the door opened.
Man who you never met before stood before you. He had small blue eyes, his beard was a bit weird but it suited him nice. He had a brown hair, and looked like life never treated him with ease.
"Can I help you sir?" You questioned the stranger and he nodded affirmative
"You are a hard one to find (y/n). Took me long enough.. Name's John Price, I have something for you.", he said and pulled white small envelope from his pocket handing it to you
"What is this sir? How do you know my name?" He smiled sadly at you and turned around being ready to leave when he stopped in his tracks, not facing you still.
"I am sorry. Wish I did more." .
He said and you were more confused than ever, you watched as man left your property and you closed the door, looking at the envelope that was in your hand. It was a bit heavy, but only on one side of it.
You rushed to the living room, where you sat down and opened it.
Dog tags fell out from them, they were cleaned recently, but the rust on them was noticeable still.
"John Mactavish"
ARMY
Some numbers and rest were scribbled from them.
Your heart dropped and your lips parted, eyes already filled with tears that slowly left your eye, falling down your cheek.
In the envelope was also a paper, it had blood stains on it. You tried wiping your eyes and reading it.
"I want to invite you for a walk,
To a quiet place; In the moor.
When the breeze sings midnight,
One if those nights- the moon is full.
A restless pounding invades in my heart,
When I think of my confidants-
The stars.
If they could only speak ,
What would they say?
If you could hear them talk.
For they know of my fondness for you,
And that in my thoughts
There is no other one.
If only the stars could speak
They will tell you that I love you,
They would ask you,
To love me back."
You hugged the peace of paper like it was John himself and let your tears fall freely whispering to yourself and to the paper like he could hear you, like he was the one in your arms instead of this bloody peace of paper.
“I do love you John.. I never stopped.”.
A soothing closure fell over you. Now he was the star somewhere up in the sky, looking over at you every night you faced the sky, waiting for you to join him one day.
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sleepyowlwrites · 3 years ago
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find the word tag CCVI
I saw my childhood friend and my grandfather who I haven’t seen in two years today, my sister gets married tomorrow, and I didn’t forget that I don’t like hotel pillows, but I didn’t remember to bring my own pillow with me, so I’ll just have to go with it. hi. I’m sleepy. @akindofmagictoo gave me some sticky buns
twitch (youth story d0)
Evie finally broken composure, throwing her hands up in the air dramatically even while her face didn’t so much as twitch. “Fine! Do whatever you want. You have my official approval, as if you needed it. But no encouraging him into fights, got it? I’ll know and you will face consequences.” She turned to go and swung back around on her heel, her expression suddenly very serious. “And never mind what Bell would say, but think about Nyks. If he knew that you two were getting Jae into trouble on purpose,” she trailed off, shaking her head.
twist (youth story d0)
“I don’t-” Mark looked so lost. “I don’t care if I offend people.”
“But Nyks isn’t just anybody. He’s our special person. We care if we offend him.”
Mark leaned against Daniel’s fingers slightly. “Yeah.”
“I’m not offended.” Nyks stood a few feet from them, hands twisting nervously. “I just got a little too emotional and it took me out things. Literally. Sorry.”
try (youth story prequel)
“Just wipe your face and change your shirt. You can’t drink lemonade through your skin even if you try really hard.”
Roland scrubs at his chin. “How did you know that was what I was thinking?”
train (meta-portal chat ver.)
"Oh," Kai says, understanding. "Yeah, I'm not a natural shape shifter either. I had to have a faerie train me to get control."
"Our faeries don't work like that," Jisung says.
silence (shots)
Will continued to stitch in silence until he finished. Jay cleared his throat. "Lexi, we don't ask you about your scars-"
"Because you're smart and know that I wouldn't appreciate it," she shot back immediately.
"Because we respect your privacy," Will corrected.
gaze (beating hearts)
Zhang Qiling is taking his turn at watching him, and Liu Sang adores this man but he really wants to punch him just now. He’s not even trying to be secretive about it. Liu Sang catches him and stares back at him for a while, and his ouxiang just gives him that knowing smile of his and doesn’t look away. Liu Sang is the one who ends up embarrassed, his gaze dropping underneath that gentle scrutiny.
They had all just skirted several large puddles on the ground with dead rats in them and Pangzi had put an arm around Liu Sang for a moment as if to protect him. From dead rats. He’d shaken it off, of course, which had only amused Pangzi.
And now Zhang Qiling is on babysitting duty and Liu Sang is this close to just yelling at him to back off.
star (youth story d0)
“I want to get married in a gold wedding dress,” Irina announced when she came back with several bottles of peach juice. She handed them out and plopped down on the blanket. “Not completely gold, but maybe with a lot of fine, gold embroidery, and little diamonds. I want to be the sun and fill the room with light.”
“You already fill the room with light,” Nyks said.
She laughed at him, the sound closer to brittle than bright, but it was still an improvement on where she’d started. “You’re the light for us, Nyks, I know that.”
“The sun is a star and there are so many stars. You can be another one.”
good (youth story d0)
R rubbed his hands together. “We haven’t had a good conflict in weeks. It’s been building, I can feel it. A family dinner is the perfect time for a dramatic fight.”
Mark nudged a couple forks into better alignment on the napkins, not looking at R. “It’s not tension, it’s awkwardness. We don’t know how to be friends.”
“Are you seriously just quoting Daniel to me?” R’s voice faded out and then back in as he brought the bowl of salad over from the kitchen. “I was there for that conversation. I remember.”
“Do you?” Mark stopped fiddling with the silverware. “Because if you did you’d know that the last thing we need is to go back to unwarranted drama and fighting.”
“Buddy, c’mon, work with me here. I haven’t erupted on anyone in so long. I miss it.”
“Sounds like an internal emotional issue, buddy,” Mark said with a sigh. “Why don’t you go outside and yell at the trees or something.”
I love them so much. wall, wind, woke, weak, warm. BONUS: weather, whether. @writingonesdreams @wisteria-eventide @woodhousejay @writing-with-melon @writeblrfantasy OR ANYBODY or nobody 
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wangisking · 3 years ago
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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘
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BASICS. FULL    NAME  :  Augustus Alexander Wang  NICKNAME  :  August and Gus ( in general ), Auggie, Ice Prince, and Guggie ( by Aurora ). Aug and Lestat  ( by Jack ),  NAME    MEANINGS  : Augustus is  Latin for  the great / the magnificent.  Alexander is also Latin and means defender of mankind. From what I know, Wang in Chinese means king.  HISTORICAL    CONNECTION ?  : Though, his dad did think of the Roman Emperor Augustus when they named him, they liked the meaning. It seemed to fit him. They weren’t wrong, he was an emperor and he still has that energy.   AGE  :  22. Like Aurora, he can’t age past 22. He wouldn’t have minded either way.    BIRTHDAY  :  5th  April ETHNIC    GROUP  :   Augustus is half Korean and half Brazilian.  NATIONALITY  :   British LANGUAGES  :   fluent  in  English and French. Conversational Latin. Broken Korean. Learning Urdu. SEXUAL    ORIENTATION  :  demi-heterosexual ROMANTIC    ORIENTATION  :  demi-heterosexual RELATIONSHIP    STATUS  :   Single and doesn’t want to mingle. He had only one serious relationship in the past with Aurora Shams from 2017-2019.  CLASS  :  Upper  class,  Wealthy but not private-jet kind of wealthy.  HOME    TOWN  /  AREA  :  London till he was 10 and Vancouver till he was 17 CURRENT    HOME  :  Los  Angeles PROFESSION  :   Drummer, songwriter, model, and student.    PHYSICAL. HAIR  :  long  and  wavy.  Chestnut brown. Here is an example. It goes down his earlobes in length.    EYES  :  piercing, almond-shaped eyes. Naturally brown, but he wears blue or green contact lenses.  NOSE  :   a Greek nose, straight without bumps. FACE  :  Oblong shaped, sharp and chiseled cheekbones, strong jaw. Masculine features. Example.  LIPS  :  not  full  nor  thin, heart shaped.     COMPLEXION  :  pretty pale. Example is same as the face section.  SCARS  :  one on his chest. TATTOOS  :  a very small ‘10/17′ on his left rib.   PIERCINGS:  earlobes HEIGHT  :  6′5″  or  195cm.   BUILD  :  Inverted triangle. Broad, tapered shoulders. Muscular. Defined, sculpted abs. Long limbs. Broad chest. He was naturally towards the muscular side with broad shoulders and chest. He’s never been on the skinny side. Example one and two   USUAL  HAIR  STYLE  :  he lets his hair do their thing, he styles them a little, but he prefers a messier vibe.  USUAL  FACE  LOOK  :  He looks generally bored. His eyes have a piercing look that seem to be drilling into the person before him. Like he can see right through you. There is an insolent smirk tugging at his lips like he thinks you’re amusing. Almost proud, like he thinks he is above you. There is depth and intensity in his eyes that stare skywards in thought. There is also mischievous, radiant glimmer in his eyes.   USUAL    CLOTHING  :  prince charming meets rockstar. Lots of jackets, darker colors, boots, necklaces and rings. Here is his wardrobe.      PSYCHOLOGY. FEARS  :  claustrophobia and the fear of ending up alone. He always had this creeping feeling that he’d be alone in the end and that he was always meant to be alone.  ASPIRATIONS  :   he doesn’t have any set aspirations. They change every now and then. However, his goals are just to keep his found family happy.  POSITIVE    TRAITS  :  extremely charismatic, intelligent,  academic and studious, alluring and attractive, quick-witted, charming and captivating, articulate and eloquent, adventurous, desirable, analytical, brilliant, friendly, enthusiastic, adaptable, observant, kind, mellow, competent, extremely caring and protective over those closest to him, clever, loyal, clear-headed, confident, humorous, courageous, imaginative and creative, a visionary, refined tastes and manners, daring, dignified, ebullient, deep, remarkable, surprisingly he’s very forgiving, forthright, gallant, logical, gentlemanly and sophisticated, perfectionist, popular, self-reliant, shrewd, witty, suave, curious, and resourceful.    NEGATIVE    TRAITS  :  egocentric, self-obsessed, idle, indifferent, selfish, defiant, arrogant, argumentative, rebellious, kinda lazy, stubborn, distracted, doesn’t really care for morals, blunt, can appear insensitive a lot, is insensitive at times, no filters, can be cold for those he doesn’t care for, emotionally immature, deflects emotions, suppresses his feelings, sorta detached, kinda pessimistic, and unknowingly self-sacrificing because he thinks it’s fair and he deserves it.   MBTI  :  ENTP  (  Ne  dominant,  Ti  auxiliary,  Fe  tertiary,  and  Si  inferior  —  this  means  she  can’t  use  Ni,  Se,  Te,  and  especially  can’t  use  Fi). He  perceives  the  world  by  connecting  dots,  thinking  of  never-ending  possibilities,  looking  for  pieces  of  a  puzzle,  and  finding  meaning  in  abstract.  He  makes  judgments  on  if  what  he  perceives  fits  his  internal  logic.          ZODIAC  :  Aries sun, Gemini rising, Sagittarius moon.  TEMPERAMENT  :  sanguine choleric  ANIMALS  :  parrots and cats because they’re both intelligent but little pieces of shit who enjoy making your life hell.  VICE  :   it’s either his ego or how he ends up detaching himself FAITH  :  currently, he’s Mu.slim. He was born protestant, became an atheist when he was 13, agnostic at 14. Bud.dhist at 15. Taoist at 16. Confucianist at 17. Mu.slim at 19. Doesn't practice it though.     GHOSTS  ?  :  yep.. AFTERLIFE  ?  :   yep REINCARNATION  ?  :  he guesses so. Went  through  it, but doesn’t remember. ALIENS  ?  :  hell yeah. POLITICAL    ALIGNMENT  :  liberal. ECONOMIC    PREFERENCE  :   upper class or upper middle class is good with him.  EDUCATION    LEVEL  :   MSci in Physics from the University of Cambridge. Is opting to specialize in astrophysics soon. FAMILY. FATHER  :  Edward Wang, owner of a chain of fine dining restaurants  MOTHER  :  Elisa Violeta Wang, psychiatrist, deceased  STEP MOTHER :  Chaeyoung Wang, lawyer.  SIBLINGS  :  Cassandra Wang, athlete EXTENDED    FAMILY  :  he is not close with his external family and doesn’t know his birth mother’s family at all. They never wanted him.  FAVOURITES. BOOK  :   Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Galactic Dynamics by James Binney, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Mukarami, Slaughter house Five by Kurt Vonnegut, War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, and Lord of the Flies by William Golding. MOVIE  :  Scott Pilgrim vs The World 5    SONGS :  All You Want - Dashboard Prophets, Tokyo Smoke - Cage the Elephant, Where is My Mind? - The Pixies, Sparks - Coldplay, Lithium - Nirvana, and Mr. Blue Sky - Electric Light Orchestra     DEITY  :  none.  Let him argue with one and ask for proof of their deity-ness. HOLIDAY  :  Halloween. It’s dramatic and fun. MONTH  :   October, because he met Aurora and Jack this month in 2017. SEASON  :  spring  and  summer. PLACE  :  he doesn’t have a specific place, but he prefers European architecture.  WEATHER  :  cloudy and windy. Sunny if it isn’t too hot. SOUND  :  drums and percussions, the sound of aurora and jack’s laugh, guitars, violins, the sound of wind roaring, music boxes, and the clinking of bangles and jewelry.  SCENTS  :  sage, rosemary, and damascus roses. TASTES  :  chocolate, strawberries, chilies, and fried food.       FEELS  :   the feeling of hitting the drums, wind in his hair, the cold night air, warm morning sun, grass against his fingertips, silk, and touching long hair.   ANIMALS  :  cats and dogs. NUMBER  :   8 COLORS  :  white, cherry red, pink, maroon, wine red, black, and silver. EXTRA. TALENTS  :  he is an extremely talented drummer, good at guitar and the piano, he is talented at songwriting, composing music, he’s exceptionally good at mathematics and physics, analytical skills, storytelling, knows a lot of facts, near photographic memory because he remembers all important historical events with dates and details, academic writing, and brainstorming ideas.  BAD  AT  :   cooking, not very good at driving because he gets distracted, doing one task at a time, playing videogames, actually listening to what people say, being humble, and actually being a good leader.  TURN    ONS  :  this is a complicated question. He needs a very strong emotional connection to feel sexual attraction towards someone. And he only felt it for one person in his whole life. But, what sparked that attraction was a brilliant mind and the ability to connect with his mind on a very different level. It’s not going to repeat with anyone else.  TURN    OFFS  :  literally everyone else. He’s not sorry, but I am. HOBBIES  :  playing the drums, writing and composing songs, reading, solving problems, listening to music, watching shows, getting people to do weird shit, and annoying people.      AESTHETIC  :  crowns, drums, broken drumming sticks, abstract art, the vast space, chess boards, album cases, thrones, the echoing sound of pianos, Greek sculptures, galaxies and nebulas, early morning sunrise through curtains, libraries, equations scribbled on napkins, empty museums, unmade white sheets, polaroid cameras, conspiracy theories, VHS tapes, antique books, cobblestone alleyways, night skies, cluttered books, calloused fingers, crumpled composition pages, guitar picks, vinyl, telescopes, and planets.      Basically: abstract, chaotic academia, cryptid academia, dark academia, indie, kingcore, light academia, musical academia, science academia, spacecore,   QUOTES  :   it’s weird but i can’t decide which one fits him.  FC  INFO. MAIN    FC  :  victor han  ALT    FC  :  n/a. OLDER    FC  :  he can’t age past 22, so he doesn’t need one. YOUNGER    FC  :  none  yet. VOICE    CLAIM  :  both speaking and singing (his accent is posh British with a slight hint of Canadian) MUN  QUESTIONS. Q1  :    If you could write your character your way in their own movie , what    would  it  be  called ,  what  style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about ?    A1 :  The same answer as Aurora, The Tale of Solis et Lunae that stars him alongside Aurora, Lunae, Jack, and Tate, plus more. A cosmic adventure / fantasy / coming of age / superhero / the reluctant hero / the chosen one.  His role is of Aurora’s best friend and her greatest support in emotional and supernatural dangers. He is the time traveler who ascends time and space, so he often also gives her insight and information like the sage. It’ll  expand across dimensions, worlds, and different states of existence. The scenes would be cinematic with a strong soundtrack. I imagine him to have some scenes like Quick Silver in the X-Men movies.       Q2  :   What would their soundtrack / score sound like  ?     A2  :   He would have a 90s grunge or spacey dream rock sound. It ties in with the end of the last answer because i see him in one of those scenes with 90s grunge or maybe classical music ?    Q3  :      Why did you start writing this character  ? A3  :    I made Augustus just a bit before Aurora. They were a two part deal. I don’t know when it began, I just had this image of a tall, long haired boy with piercing, intelligent eyes who’s a smart-ass and likes being a know-it-all nuisance. This character has been the same since he began in 2019 and refused to change. He was always a drummer, he always had the same fashion sense, the look, Gus was always half-Korean, he always had long fingers he wore rings on, and he was always Aurora’s best friend/partner in crime. He remains unchanged and that's why I wanted to write him. This very vivid image of this boy was something I had to pen down. And just my luck, I found a fc who looks exactly how Gus looked in my head.   Q4  :    What  first  attracted  you  to  this  character  ? A4  :   Augustus is just extraordinary. It’s something I always felt about him and Aurora and I don’t see any of my other characters coming anywhere close to them regardless of how much I spent time on them. But with Augustus, his entire image and looks and personality — down to his wardrobe and jewelry was always so vivid in my head. Like I knew this very chaotically handsome boy who was going to turn the world upside down.  His story is interesting, but what interests me more is his perspective on his story. The way he looks at his life and how he is quiet and doesn’t show his pain. How confused he always is. How much he aches but never seems so. The way he loves but doesn’t say even a quarter of the intensity he feels. And how sometimes he believes he deserves suffering because it makes sense to him. I also love the connections he makes and the way he loves so deeply and profoundly but underneath the surface. His connection, love, fears, and hopes with Aurora and Jack for their respective reasons are extremely beautiful.   Q5  :      Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.  ? A5  :  Augustus is unknowingly self-sabotaging. He let go the only relationship / love in his life that made him feel like real love just because he thought he didn’t deserve it. And because when he was provoked, it made “sense” to him. He bottles his emotions and pain so much despite their intensity. He never shows how much he really cares and really hurts. And how sure he is that he’ll end up alone without friends and that it makes sense to him. Q6  :      What    do    you    have    in    common    with    your    muse  ?   A6  :    Here’s a fun answer, because I bottle my emotions like him. I also interact with the carefree way he does even if I don’t feel peachy. He’s smart and witty and really hot and I don’t even have that going on for me. So, yikes. Only of Gus’ bad things I share.  Q7  :      How  does your muse feel about you  ?   A7  :  Gus loves interacting with people so he’ll definitely show up to annoy me. Maybe, he might think I’m fun to annoy? Or maybe, we’ll have a similar sense of humor. I think he won’t dislike me. Not sure if he’ll like me. I think he’d think I’m funny in a strange sort of way.  Q8  :      What    characters    does    your    muse    have    interesting    interactions  with  ? A8  :    Aurora, first of all. They have this same brain wave-length thing going on where they’re partners in crime and bffs forever more. He knows how she is feeling and what she’s thinking even before she utters it. If she is about to sneeze, he’d get a tissue ready. He can tell if she is hungry or sleepy with one glance. She can do the same, so they sorta have this weird understanding of each other.  Jack is this older brother figure Augustus loves. He won’t admit it, but he kinda wants to make Jack proud of him. He also wants to provide love and care to Jack that he thinks he deserves but never got. They’re his family now and he’ll never be alone or sad again. He annoys Jack a lot but behind it all, he just wants Jack to think he is needed and he belongs. That if he thinks Augustus is reliant on him, then he has this family he has to protect and care for. He can’t stand the thought of Jack feeling unloved, forgotten, alone.  Tida is another one. There’s this great respect and adoration Gus has for him. Almost like he looks up to him in some ways  He also has a lot of hopes and expectations attached. He feels Tida is everything that Gus himself lacks. He is the ideal boyfriend, kindest person, shows his emotions vividly, and is like a warm and cozy blanket personified. He is probably Tida and Aurora’s biggest supporter and first one to know. He can’t be happier than he is that Aurora found someone as good and perfect as Tida.   Taewon is one really fun character. Their two-way frenemy jealousy spans over years and started in Cambridge when they were both in love with the same girl they claimed to be best friends with. Though, trying to be calm, Augustus was constantly provoked and hurt, made to feel inferior and constantly in fear of his relationship being broken by Taewon’s schemes that he couldn’t say out loud. This dark period ended with a fist fight and baggage of guilt they both carry to this day for hurting each other and the one they claimed to love. Today, they’re way past that and frenemies who have funny quips and arguments for each other. They say they dislike each other. But if the lighting is good, one would be the photographer of the other. Q9  :      What    gives    you    inspiration    to    write    your    muse  ? A9  :  Music  helps  me  imagine  scenes  with  perfect  visual  details.  Any  scenes  from  shows  that  remind  me  of  my  storylines. Q10  :      How    long    did    this    take    you    to    complete  ?   A10  :  I don’t remember. It was many days and I didn’t count because it was in bits and pieces.
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bexterbex · 5 years ago
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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 56
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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother,  but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, A character shamelessly based on Zelda
A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–
He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?
MASTERLIST
Chapter 56: Broken
You were in Kylo’s arms for a few more moments as you waited for the others to arrive. Once they were there Kylo assisted you to stand and deposited you in your dressing room for Adlez and Olivia-Rose to fix you. 
You sat in front of the vanity as they fixed your makeup. You felt numb and rather unwhole inside as you sat there staring at your own living reflection. Your mind not wanting to process what had happened. Your brain felt like it was full of cotton, your body attached to strings like a meaningless puppet. 
You had no desire to really do anything at the moment but your ladies-in-waiting were attempting to distract you and cheer you up. Putting your hair into a beautiful elegant hairstyle, something fancier than you were used to, and putting you into the beautiful flowy dress that Adlez had planned for the formal dinner. It was still as beautiful when Olivia-Rose first recommended it to you when you had your shopping spree but you weren’t in the mood to look at it, let alone be all done up with nowhere to go. 
They then dressed you in a different dress from this morning. Something lighter, and happier. A silent hope to improve your mood. Once they were done dressing you down you went out to the patio to lay out in the simulated sun. Hoping that its warmth could not only warm your bones but warm the cold feeling that was plaguing you. 
When it came to lunch you ordered on the patio, something small as you didn’t think you could stomach anything more than that. You were silent the whole time, lost in your own non-existent thoughts. When it came time for your lesson the general came out to greet you on the patio, he stopped dead in his tracks after assessing the condition you were in. 
“M’lady it is time for your lesson.” You did nothing to show that you had heard him, you just continued to sit there. The general just stood and analyzed you before he sat down in the chair next to you. “If you would like I can have someone come down and talk to you about this morning.” His voice was soft and sincere. 
You turned to look at him, “I will take my lesson out here.” And you turned your head back to stare at the simulated horizon. 
“As you wish,” he then took the remote and started your lessons.  
Ch. 32: Etiquette in Business and Politics
Ch. 33 Part 1: Dress (para. 1-39)
Ch. 33 Part 2: Dress (para. 40-end)
“Today’s lesson was short, would you like to start on something new? I can make arrangements to have you start learning more diplomacy issues.” He waited for your answer that did not come. He shared a look with your ladies-in-waiting and the lieutenant. 
He got up from the lounge chair and walked away. You watched your entourage leave with him. You were left alone for a few minutes before a silver figure came into view. You were rather surprised to see her here, you shifted in the chair to allow her to sit on your lounge chair. 
She took off her helmet, but you both remained silent for a while until you couldn’t take it anymore, “They died because of me,” your voice sounded foreign to your ears. 
“But m’lady its more than that, they betrayed the First Order. It had to be done.” Her voice was even and firm, but still gentle in many ways.  
“If I were just some random officer’s match and the same thing happened would they have lost their lives?” You could feel the tears fall from your face. 
She was silent for a moment before she responded, assessing your emotions.”No, but they would have if there was someone else in your shoes, it is your position that they acted against. You mustn’t blame yourself, they would have slipped up someplace else, prolonging the inevitable.” 
But that wasn’t good enough. “But they didn’t have to die. If they would have messed up doing something else they would have just been reprimanded and not killed.  I am the reason that they are dead don’t you see.” They were killed because of you, and you did nothing to stop it, nothing that mattered anyway. 
“We are at war ma’am, you might have just given them a more merciful death.” With that, she stood and walked away. You were confused for a moment before Kylo replaced her. 
“You said you would make the dread and pain go away,” you looked at him, meeting his cautious assessment of your condition.  
“Is that what you want Kitten? I can still do that.” His hand was in your hair. That is what you want, you wanted all of this nothingness gone. You wanted it gone. 
His hand moved to caress your forehead, you started to feel yourself become more numb, but in a different way. Your consciousness was separating itself from your being. 
“My old master once said ‘Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.’ This might hurt Kitten.” 
But it didn’t all you felt was nothingness before your vision faded to black, but before you became fully unconscious you heard him once more say, “You will be hollow. I shall squeeze you empty, and then I shall fill you with myself.”
The blackness took over. You were fully out now and stayed like that before the dreams took over. 
The woman was there again, this time joined by a lot of people you did not recognize. Two men, one woman, a golden figure, a tall hairy tree, and a white barrel. You couldn’t see them exactly. They were staring off in the distance over a cliff and you were facing the cliff but too far away to make out any more details. Black smoke swirled through the dream and shifted to something else entirely. 
You saw yourself, or what looked to be you sitting on a large throne. Chained up next to you was a large black dog, with black eyes. Its hair was shaggy and the chain that was around its neck was thick. The dog moved to put its head in your lap, your other self petted it. Stroking its long black fur. You took a step closer to yourself. The dog shifted and growled as you approached yourself. You could now see the scar that graced its face, jagged and red. 
Your other self laughed as you stepped back in fear of the dog. A haunting laugh that chilled you to the bone. You paused. You tried to speak to yourself but no sound came out of your mouth, your lips moved but you were silent. The other you just laughed and sat forward. Your other self’s eyes glimmered with a sense of malicious intent. Before anything more could happen the dream shifted once more. 
You were on a desert planet. Miles and miles of sand and nothing. As far as the eye could see. In the distance, you could see him. Kylo his back was to you and another woman was at his side. Not the older woman who you had seen before many times, but a younger one. A brunette that was a half a head shorter than him. As you approached them you could hear laughter, his and hers. His arm was behind her back as hers was to him. She kissed his cheek and you felt the earth collapse under you. 
You were sinking into quicksand, rapidly. You struggled as it pulled you down. The earth was swallowing you whole. To never release you again. You blacked out in your own dream. 
You woke up to a similar scene to the one before. You were on a grassy planet now. Miles and miles of grass and wildflowers. Kylo had his back to you, but he was alone. You looked around you to see if you could see her, the other woman, but you couldn’t. You started to run towards him. As you reached him you held out your hand. When you touched his shoulder to turn him to face you felt a familiar pressure behind your ear.
You woke up. 
Gasping for air, you jerked awake. Flailing for a few moments before you heard his voice, “Kitten, Kitten it’s alright. I am here. Nothing can hurt you now.” His hand combed through your hair. 
Somehow you had gotten changed and were now back in your bed. Something that Kylo must have asked Adlez and Olivia-Rose to help him with. At least you hoped he did. 
His lips were against yours, his tongue winding its way into your mouth, just before he pulled away. “How are you feeling this morning?”
It was a simple question, but you didn’t know how to answer. You didn’t feel like yourself that’s for sure. You felt foreign. But not in the way you did previously, it was a new foreign now. “I don’t know.”
A hand came to caress your face, “That’s ok, it might take a few days to fully feel better. But I promise you will.” Another kiss graced your lips. “I promise Kitten.” 
His arms were under you as he carried you into your dressing room, leaving you with Adlez and Olivia-Rose with one final kiss. “I shall be back for lunch, but you should like the surprise I have for you this morning.” And with that, he was gone. 
Adlez spoke first, “How are you feeling m’lady?” She was cautious as she started on your hair. Her fingers have a lighter touch than normal. 
Like answering Kylo before her you did not have an answer, “I don’t know. Not like me and also myself. I don’t know how I feel, how I am supposed to feel.” You watched as both of them exchanged worried glances. A sort of silent communication that they were starting to form. 
You just sat there while they got you ready, your outfit this time was athleisure. You wondered if it had anything to do with Kylo’s surprise, but you knew that you would be told when they wanted you to know. When you were finished you walked up the stairs to the lofted lounge. Finding a spot in front of the fireplace to have your breakfast. Something that shocked the two women, but they followed nonetheless. The lieutenant eventually joined you as you all sat in silence listening to the flames crackle and pop. 
Eventually, your food came but you still ate that in silence. Knowing that small talk was rather useless at this point. Nothing about being in the confines of the First Order made small talk feel normal. You all knew the same news that was broadcasted out, you were together most of the time, and there was no weather aboard a starship. Small talk felt pointless. 
When you were finished the lieutenant announced that you were to follow him. And you did. Out the door and down the never-ending hallways. Feeling numb to your surroundings and the faces and lack of faces you saw along the way.  He led you to a large door. 
To your excitement beyond the door was a training facility and waiting was the chrome gilded Amazon herself. “M’lady it would be an honor to teach you how to shoot.” 
Your body filled with glee as you followed her to the target range, a small blaster in her hand. “It is rather simple. Line up the sights, undo the safety and pull the trigger.” She moved your body into a wide stepped position. One hand placed under the butt of the blaster while the other held it. “Keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to shoot. And only then do you fire.” 
She stood next to you as you fired at the target, narrowly missing your aimed position, but still hitting the target.
“Adjust your shoulders a bit and relax your arms. You want to be firm but not too rigid. Inhale as you aim, exhale as you fire.”
This time your shots were perfectly on the mark. A female figure appeared before the target as your next shots hit. The woman from the desert planet. Right to the heart. A kill shot. 
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askaphjamaica1962 · 4 years ago
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Hello, I've had this character for awhile but just got around to it.
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Quote:
"Ha take that you fucking Russian loser commie. It must be so embarrassing, losing a winter game against a tropical country."
-Jamaica 1994 Winter Olympics after the team beat Russia.
HUMAN NAME:
Gabrielle Amancia Sharpe-Gordon 
Gabrielle is the most popular name in Jamaica, the middle name, Amancia is a name of Jamaican origin and the two last names are after two of our national heroes, Samuel Sharpe and George William Gordon.
Born: Discovery Bay/Bahia del descubrimiento (it was the first place the Tainos settled and the first place Christopher Colombus docked.)
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GOVERNMENT:
Unitary Parliamentary and Constitutional Monarchy. 
FOUNDING DATE:
The island was ‘discoverd’ by Christopher Colombus on the 5th of May, 1494.
INDEPENDENCE DATE:
Was granted independence from England on the 6th of August, 1962.
MOST SPOKEN LANGUAGES:
NATIONAL: Jamaican Patois
OFFICIAL: Jamaican Standard English
She can also speak Spanish (since you know first colonizer), French and Dutch (from the Caribbean), Portuguese (Brazil), Russian (because of the close relations) and the language of her native people, the Arawaks.
Age: Appears to be 20 (did this because I saw a suggestion that countries that were colonised earlier, would be older), in term of Independence 58 and in terms of colonisation, 526 years old or between 1121 and 1111 since to me she was born soon after the Tainos settled which was sometime between 800 and 900 AD.
BIRTHDAY: August 6
HOROSCOPE: Leo
GENDER: Female (I did this because in modern and historical times, women have always had an important role in Jamaica)
ASSOCIATIONS:
CARICOM (Caribbean Community, was one of the four founding members, along with Guyana, Barbados and Trinidad and Tobago, in 1973.)
The United Nations (since 1962)
The Commonwealth (since 1962)
G-15
G-33
G-77
UN Security Council (temporarily in 1992 and 2001 was president in July 2000 and November 2001)
The organisation of African, Caribbean and Pacific States (OACPS)
Food and Agricultural Organisation
International Atomic Energy Agency
Non-Aligned Movement
Agency for the Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons in Latin America and the Caribbean (OPANAL)
The organisation of American States
World Health Organisation
World Trade Organisation, etc.
APPEARANCE
Mixed. Quite a lot of her features are reminiscent of the Africans with some European and a small amount of Asian features.
HEIGHT: 5’5 or 165.09cm which is the average height for women in the country.
WEIGHT: 110lbs, or 49kg.
HAIR LENGTH: Mid-back
HAIR COLOUR: Medium brown
HAIR TYPE: Very curly hair, messy and frizzy. She always spends at least two hours, fixing it.
EYEBROWS: Quiet thick eyebrows.
EYE COLOUR: Medium brown
SKIN COLOUR: Medium brown
EYE TYPE:  Wide almond-shaped eyes, averagely spaced.
FACIAL FEATURES: A very round face, high cheekbones, medium-sized pink lips and a wide, short nose. She also has a very flat forehead, reminiscent of the Tainos who used to flatten the foreheads of babies as they thought it would make them more beautiful, mouth corner dimples.
BODY TYPE: Lithe, bottom hourglass shape, C cup breasts, and a large bottom..
OTHER FEATURES:
Has an aheago on the right side of her head, shaped like what was left of Port Royal after the 1692 earthquake.
Has many scars all over her body from natural disasters and battles over the years.
Has very scarred hands, from slavery, one of the reasons why she always wears gloves.
Has small freckles on her knuckles from being in the sun a lot.
Has a long burn mark on her entire thigh, from the 1907 earthquake that destroyed the entire capital, Kingston City
Has a long scar from her right hip to her left shoulder, from the 1692 Port Royal earthquake
CLOTHES:
GLASSES: Wears half-framed black glasses representing Kingston Parish and the tendency of Jamaicans to only look at the short-term effects and not focus on the long term effects.
ACCESSORIES: Wears a small braided bracelet with the colours of her flag.
Tattoos: Has a large tattoo on her back of a map of Port Royal as a memorial.
PIERCINGS: Her left ear has full piercings (but she hardly wears them and they are the most recent ones. She was experimenting which is being done more in the country with piercings and tattoos.) and her right ear has two earlobe piercings and one in the inside of her ear. Also has a navel piercing. (It is one of the most common piercings in the country.) A nose piercing which is also quite common.
MILITARY OUTFIT:
FOR COMBAT: Full camouflage pants and long or short sleeves, steel-tipped, black combat boots, black wrist length gloves small, gold knob earrings, and either a beret (black or white), or a green sunhat or various other military caps.
FOR CEREMONIES: Black military cover, no earrings, red jacket with gold piping and gold buttons and a white belt with a leather and gold belt buckle, white wrist-length gloves, black skirt with one red stripe on the sides and black dress shoes.
THE WORLD WARS: As a colony of Britain during the time of the wars, she would have worn the same uniform. During both, she served in the Royal Air Force (RAF)
MILITARY RANK: Enlisted in the Air Wing, she is a Warrant Officer Class 1, which is the highest in the enlisted ranks.
In all of these outfits, her hair is in a tight bun.
CASUAL CLOTHING: Green spaghetti-strapped blouse, black short shorts, black sponge slippers, brown gloves, small cross earrings in her earlobes and a small stud in her upper ear. Hair is in a low, loose ponytail. Most of the piercings are in. She wears a gold nose ring
NORMAL CLOTHING: A green off the shoulder blouse, yellow knee-length flowy skirt, black flats, black gloves, small gold hoops and a small stud in her upper ear and two rings in her upper left ear. Her hair will normally be in a loose side ponytail, tied with a black ribbon. 
MEETING CLOTHING: A green, knee-length tunic, with a yellow dress shirt underneath, black sandals with a small heel, drop earrings with a circular wooden piece. Her hair will normally be either down and loose or pushed back with a bandeau.
Or for more formal meetings:
A black pants suit with gold accents with a yellow dress shirt underneath and a pale green vest. Normally wears black wedge heeled shoes. Only small gold earrings are in of her earlobes, a gold watch and her hair is normally in a low ponytail with a black ribbon.
FORMAL CLOTHING: A dress, one inch above the knee, large, octagonal gold hoops and a small gold star in her upper ear, black wedge heeled shoes and black, wrist length gloves. Her hair will normally be braided with black and yellow beads.
PERSONALITY:
She is normally a very loud, kind and helpful person. Though, as a former pirate, she has quite a short temper and when angered, she will normally refrain from using violence unless you're Trinidad or got her really pissed. Unless it is something very important, she'll be angry for the most, a week, doesn't easily keep grudges. She is normally someone who prefers to stay out of international conflicts but will stick her nose into peoples’ business and involves herself in everything (stereotype). She is very good at lying, which is a stereotype, very athletic, competitive (will do anything to win, once it’s not illegal), a tardy person when it comes on to social gatherings, but will be at least two hours early to anything important, independent and very extroverted, confident, go getter, ambitious, Always wakes up at the latest 8 o’clock and spends at least one-hour jogging or walking, curses like a sailor, very petty.
HOBBIES:
Gardening/Farming
Swimming
Running
Writing Poems
Pottery or just arts and crafts in general
Playing music (her favourites are the drums and the guitar)
Practicing magic
Playing sports
FLAWS:
Stubborn and won’t listen to anyone. (this is from how Jamaicans refuse to ask for help, especially directions.)
Blunt
Judgemental, especially with sexuality and class
Nosy
Can be quite hypocritical
RELATIONSHIPS/FAMILY:
MOTHER: Arawak, the original settlers of the Greater Antilles
FATHER: She sees England as her father figure
SIBLINGS:
Cuba
The Dominican Republic
Haiti
Puerto Rico
I made these four countries siblings because they were settled by the same people
Ex-Husband: Belize. When she was a colony, Belize was joined together from 1749 to 1884.
The Cayman Islands and Turks and Caicos (kind of like adopted brothers since now they are considered a part of the Greater Antilles)
Friends:
Russia
Germany
Italy
The Caribbean
Canada
America
Italy
The Netherlands
Brazil
Spain
(those are the main ones. Is friends with the world.)
CHILDREN: Kingston City and Montego Bay City
LOVE INTEREST: Brazil (in recent years, they've grown much closer and she eventually developed a crush.)
RIVALS: Trinidad and Tobago (they are rivals in basically everything.)
OTHER: Has had a strained relationship with Grenada ever since the 1983 invasion.
In recent years, her relationship with America has faced a downturn because of disagreements regarding trade and climate change.
The relationship with China has also not been the best in terms of jobs and trade.
STATS:
INTELLIGENCE: 7/10
WISDOM: 7/10
STRENGTH: 6/10
WEAKNESSES: 5/10
CONFIDENCE: 6/10
WEAPONS:
A handgun
Sub-machine gun
A cutlass/machete
NATION INFO:
FULL NATIONAL NAME: The Commonwealth of Jamaica
NATIONALITY: Jamaican
CAPITAL CITY: Kingston City
WORLD LEADER/PRIME MINISTER: The Most Honourable Andrew Holness
HUMAN POPULATION: 2,969,736
LAND AREA: 10,991km2
FLAG COLOURS: Black, meaning the strength and creativity of the people which has allowed them to overcome hardships, gold represents the wealth of the country and the golden sunshine and green represents the lush vegetation of the island, as well as hope.
ALSO CALLED: The Isle of the West Indies
                            The isle of the Caribbean
NATIONAL ANTHEM: 
Jamaica’s national anthem is a prayer, calling on God to bless and guard our country, and bless our leaders with divine wisdom. The playing or singing of the anthem always fills us with pride, whether it is at a school devotion, a national event or on a global stage, such as the Olympics, when we celebrate the excellence of our athletes.
There are also two other, not national, Jamaica Land of Beauty and I Pledge My Heart/ the School Song.
NATIONAL PLEDGE:
Before God and All mankind.
I pledge the love and loyalty of my heart
The wisdom and courage of my mind,
The strength and vigour of my body
in the service of my fellow citizens.
I promise to stand up for justice,
Brotherhood and Peace, to work diligently and creatively,
To think generously and honestly, so that,
Jamaica may, under God, increase in beauty, fellowship
and prosperity, and play her part in advancing the welfare
of the whole human race.
RELIGION:
68.9% Christianity
     64.8% Protestantism
     4.1% Other Christian
21.3% No religion
1.1% Rastafarianism
6.5% Others
2.3% Not stated
ETHNIC GROUPS:
92.1% Afro-Jamaicans
(incl. 25% mixed Irish Jamaican)
6.1% Mixed
0.8% Indian
0.4% Other
0.7% Unspecified
LIKES:
Sports (is freakishly good at them and is a fast learner)
Being with friends and family
Drinking alcohol
Food with flavour
Pottery
Brazil
DISLIKES:
France (because of what he did to Haiti, nothing perverted)
People making weed jokes at her. 
Being bossed around
Dry and tasteless food
Line skippers (even though she’s one)
Anywhere colder than 13 degrees Celius
QUIRKS:
She is the only one who can hear the narrator
She also has the ghost of her former boss and famous pirate, Henry Morgan following her around.
Also has magical creatures around her that she talks to, mostly ghosts tbh.
FEARS:
Natural disasters. Even though they are quite common, she still fears the damage, loss of lives and pain that it will bring.
She fears getting to such a state where she has to be dependent on another nation too much as she is a very independent nation.
Most creepy crawlies
Green lizards
SHE IS A HEAVY DRINKER.
STRENGTHS:
She is a very creative person in both the arts and in general
Integrity
Persistence
WEAKNESSES:
Is legally blind without her glasses
Has no patience
Nosey
TALENTS:
Very good potter
Good at playing the Guitar and Drums 
Good poet
Occupation:
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thetapirsarehyperfixating · 4 years ago
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5 Things I’ve Made Meme
okay so @tompkins-square-ditmas​ tagged me and made me come do this, 5 things i’ve created in the last year that i’m proud of, in no particular order.
oh god
5. AUTUMN NARALLAL’S COIN
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[ID: a transparent drawing of two gold coins, painted over. They both have light blue at the top of the coin, red at the bottom, dark blue on the left, brown on the right, and gray in the center. One coin has a symbol like a rising sun painted in black, while the other has the same symbol but inverted, with the sun going below the horizon line. The coin with the rising sun is labeled “front - life”, while the inverted sun is labeled “back - death”. /end ID]
This was a prop-like thing I did for @mundane-campaign​, the D&D campaign I DM for. it’s basically a membership card for a group called the Chaos Coalition, and the two sides of the coin are customized for whoever makes them but they’re meant to symbolize life and death - the neverending cycle of the world. it was the first time i really tried to make something look like it was painted and while it’s a little old at this point, i still really like it.
4. HUX AIREAIRE AS THE CHARIOT
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[ID: a fake tarot card for the Chariot card featuring a kobold with multiple scars. He stands in a chariot, with a scar on his right ear frills, two moon-shaped scars on his shoulders, and a lightning-like scar on his right arm. He is wearing a torn yellow tank top with a chainmail shirt underneath, and the shirt’s tears are in the shape of a square with another smaller rip above and to the left of it. In front of the chariot are another two versions of the kobold. The one on the left wears a black tank top with an image of two crossed battleaxes on it; the one on the right wears a faded yellow shirt and has soot and ash all over him. The original kobold looks ahead with a neutral-upset expression on his face, the kobold on the left looks excited and angry, while the kobold on the right looks scared. The chariot has a pink cupcake on the front of it, and above it is a cloth canopy with a star print. The main kobold has a neon green worm on a string looped around his horns. The entire image has a border with golden circles at the corners and something like train tracks going between them. A tab at the top of the image contains the Roman numerals “VII” and a square at the bottom reads “CHARIOT”. /end ID]
A few weeks ago in @horizons-campaign​, we started talking about Horizons characters as tarot cards, and then i sat down and made this and never thought about it again (oops). Hux is such a good character and i care about him so goddamn much, and doing this was really fun and a weird but interesting way for me to try and figure out how to apply tarot symbolism and imagery to this dumb idiot man. The border to the image was done by @zagreuses-toast​ (ty eliza <3)
3. THE PICTURE OF CECIL SMYTHE
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[ID: a more realistic drawing of a white man, staring to the right with a small speech bubble next to him with the rainbow flag inside of it. He is wearing glasses, and has a slightly red face. He looks mildly serious, and is smirking. His hair is dark at the roots but fades into being blond. He has a few freckles dotted over his face, and is wearing a pale blue collared shirt with pinstripes and little dark blue spots all over it. /end ID]
This was a thing i did as a joke for an english presentation - basically i set out to make a joke about a quote about how Oscar Wilde’s “sin” is only known to those who have committed it, and how because I did the research, I know what Wilde’s “sin” is but i clearly haven’t committed it. as soon as i mentioned in my presentation that Wilde was queer, this image would come up, a parody of the painting’s transition from normal to showing all of Wilde’s “sins”. it makes a lot more sense in context but it was also a lot of effort for a dumb gay joke and i wouldn’t trade it for the world. it’s the most realistic i’ve ever tried to make a drawing and while i don’t think i’d try it again, i’m still proud of it.
2. THE STAG AND THEIR MEADOW (JUST, IN GENERAL)
Alright, so this one isn’t a work of art, but I’m still very proud of myself for the work I’ve put into TSATM (or fawnsverse). it’s an original novel i’m trying to work on, about a series of four people all dealing with new parts of their lives to understand and adapt to - one character’s college romance, another character’s experience coming out, etc. it’s a long process but even though i keep going back and back and back and rewriting all my old stuff, it’s still fascinating to see how far my characterization has come since the original drafts of the main characters.
1. THE MUNDANE CAMPAIGN
finally, we’ve found something i’m actively working on. i started writing a campaign for my D&D group and it’s been such a work of love and so excited and so fun that i can’t help but be proud of it. it’s made me a lot more confident with my storytelling abilities and my abilities to do voices, and over the last year that i’ve been playing D&D but especially now that i have to talk a whole lot, it’s made me feel better about my voice. seriously, the mundane is incredible and i love my players and all the dumb shit we do while we’re playing and im so proud of everyone involved.
hoo boy, that fucker was long. if you wanna do this, go ahead and do it and just say i tagged you!!
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withpowercomesfxn · 4 years ago
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Character Profile
Full name: Eliza Shirogane
Pronunciation: Eli-za Shiro-gane
Meaning of Name: N/A
Hero/Villain Name: Kir
Nicknames: Star, Air-head, Liz, Lizzy
History of Nicknames: Katsuki(Star, Air-head) Sister, Izuku(Lizzy) Everyone (Liz)
Aliases: N/A
Nationality: English/Japanese
Affiliation: Hero
Student Number: Class 1-A 21
Quirk: Wolf Kirby
Birthday and Astrology Sign: February 14th, Aquarius
Age: 17
How old do they look: 12
Mental Age: 18 (sometimes 12)
Gender: Female
Orientation/Sexuality Preference: Bisexual
Birth date: 02/14/2003
Birth place: Inaba, Japan
Death date: N/A
Death place: N/A
Appearance: Bright blue eyes that have galaxy catchlights, Tannish Skin, brown hair, brown wolf ears and tail.
Eye color: (stated above)
Eye shape: Big and round
Do they wear contacts or glasses?: Nope
Hair: Brown
Height: 5’2-3ft
Weight: 127lbs
Body build: slim
Body shape: hourglass
Complexion: fair and sun kissed
Cup size: DDD
Blood Type: O+
Handedness: Right handed
Hand type: small and petite
Nails: normal
Movement: Normal
How do they walk: often seen skipping
Posture: Perfect
Flexibility: Pretty flexible.
Voice: Sweet
Speech Mannerisms: N/A
Scars: On her back and stomach
Birthmarks: She has all the copy ability symbols around her waist
Piercings: none
Tattoos: none
General face structure:  Generic
Defining physical traits: her wolf ears and tail
Statistics:
Power: ★★★★★★S  
Speed: ★★★☆☆ C
Technique: ★★★★☆ B  
Intelligence: ★★★★★★S
Cooperativeness: ★★☆☆☆ D
Extra Explanation: A bit stubborn, she will often try to work alone or with only one person.
Quirk and description: Wolf Kirby-The user is able to use the various copy abilities of popular gamer series Kirby. Any ability in the main series is available to her as long as she has played and beaten the game containing any new ability. Once a day she is able to transform into the pink puffball herself. Along with this she has wolf ears and tail, with the heighten senses a wolf has. Drawbacks include Fatigue, headaches, migranes, increased pulse(which can be deadly if it goes over 250), and possibilty of fainting. She doesn’t mind cats but she could care less. She has heat attacks every month(one week she will be confined to her room). Having access to the Hyper Nova ability shall only be used in extreme circumstances, as it can only be used in her Kirby form, and its limited to 15 minutes. Once thats up she turn to normal and will have every drawback hit at once. If not cooled down she will die.
Clothing: Anything fashionable or something she made.
Uniform: the usual outfit with black stockings and a black garter belt to hold them up, and a pair of blue headphone around her neck.
Casual outfit: Off the shoulder grey sweater that goes over her hands, a skirt that has suspenders that dangle down. Stripped stockings and knee high boots.
Preferred outfit: Anything super comfortable
Hero costume: Hero costume is pink with a frilly skirt that is super stretchy and breathable. It has a sheer midsection to show off her birthmarks.
Equipment / Support Items: Gloves that are padded to help her with hand to hand.
Characteristics: The skirt has small stars littered on it.
Personality: Seemingly childish but very sweet and often is found helping others.
Myers-Briggs Type: (I can’t do the damn test so I’ll figure this out later and update this)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Big Five personality traits: Childish, Sweet, Kind, Smart, Supportive
Enneagram: Perfectionist
Most prominent personality trait: Childish
Best traits: Sweetness, Kindness
Worst traits: Overly Childish
Likes: Her big sister, Eraserhead, underground heroes, Mirkuro, trees, stars, food, Hound Dog, Cats(To a degree)
Dislikes: Villains, people who take her food, bullies, Cats(to a degrees(
Quirks: Will often wolf, yip, bark, or awoo when happy
Fear: Being left by her sister, never being good enough, losing her sister, losing her friends
Hobbies: Playing games(Especially Kirby-its how she gets her new abilities)
Skills/Talents: Sewing and Baking
Strengths: Loyalty, never-ending affection
Weaknesses: Never thinks about how something will affect her
Reason to keep on living: Her Big sister, her friends
What is their self-image like: At first it was highly negative, after the Sports Festival it became much more positive.
Any religious or spiritual faith: She is aware but doesn’t devote time to it
How does this faith / lack of affect them: It doesn’t
What superstitions do they have: None
Coping mechanisms: She will curl up in a ball around anything she finds in her room and take deep breaths.
Any life motto or quote they live by: Life without Smiles would be deathly boring
Favorite things: Food, Sweets, Kirby
Health: She’s pretty healthy
Physical: 110%
Mental: 75%
Emotional Stability: 89%
If faced with crisis, what is their go-to: Fight
Nutrition: Its horrible. Someone help
Her. She has a scarily high metabolism thanks to her quirk but still- she needs help
Habits: She hugs her tail.
Family History: Sister is a pro hero and had to take care of her often after both their parents and grandfather died
History, Background, and Future:
0-4: Parents died, received her quirk
5-8: People bullied her for not being like her sister
9-11: The bullying grew worse, becoming psychical
12-14: Was put into a 2 week coma because a group of bullies went to far
15-Present: Attending UA, head held high.
Did they like their upbringing: She wished her sister was there more, and she loves her regardless.
How has their upbringing shape them: It made her very carefree about herself despite the bullying
What did they enjoy most about their childhood?: The times she spent with her sister
What did they hate most about their childhood?: never being able to know her parents or grandfather
Current Dream: she wants to be a pro hero like her sister
Long-term goals for Future: Be in the top 20 pro heroes
Home: She is in the dorms
Home Life as a Kid: Often raised by the pro heroes her sister knew
Home Life Now: Perfect
Quick Family background: Older sister can control the four elements- water, fire, earth, and air Parents and grandfather unknown
Any Friends: Izuku, Mina, Momo, Shoto, Katsuki, Kirishima, Monama,
Any Family: Naoto Shirogane(Big Sister)
Relationships: None
OC Family Character- Luna Chisaki
  Status: Teacher
  How well they get along: Fairly well
  What OC thinks of them: Luna thinks she is a bit childish
  What they thinks of OC: She believes she is pretty cool
  What OC calls them: Little Pup
  What they call OC: Chi-chan, Sensei, Raven
Canon Character- Naoto Shirogane
  Status: Older Sister
  How well they get along: they get along great
  What OC thinks of them: Naoto admires how headstrong Liz can be
  What they thinks of OC: Liz looks up to her sister often
  What OC calls them: Lizzy, lil sis
  What they call OC: Big sis, Nao-Nee, Nee, Naoto
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6ftgirlfriend · 5 years ago
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BOLD tag game
Bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it
Thank you for tagging me!! @thedelegationofkeren ♥️💓💌💘💝
APPEARANCE: I’m over 5’5” // I wear glasses/contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing  // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (Blue and teal are my go-to) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails (sometimes) // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backward
HOBBIES AND TALENTS: I play a sport (Tennis) // I can play an instrument (clarinet but I don’t anymore)  // I am artistic (ahaha it’s my major. I would hope I like it??? Graphic designing and animation works) // I know more than one language (Thai and English fluently and varying levels of others) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition (I won an award for a drawing competition once when I was younger, and I got awarded for my backhand and volleys in tennis) // I can cook or bake without a recipe (NOPE, I prefer to eat it) // I know how to swim (only in pools, I have a fear of the ocean :( ) // I enjoy writing (it’s a new experience right now) // I can do origami  // I prefer movies to tv shows (I’m on the fence on this because I like both, binging TV shows ((Bc Skam got me watching in real time ;’)) and watching movies are one of my favorite things to do) // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year (King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo!!) // I enjoy spending time with friends (Not many of them but I love them sm) // I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIPS: I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year  // I have a crush (ugh) // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend  // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me (hahahahaa in my dreams) // I have a long distance relationship// I am an only child (~one is the loneliest number~) // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend (Oh you know it! I love you guys sm!!)  // I met up with someone I have met online
AESTHETICS: I have heard the ocean in a conch shell  // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days (YAAAAASSS I’m just a rainy day hoe!) // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me (NOPE, my anxiety doesn’t think so) // I enjoy the smell of the beach (As I said, fear of the ocean) // I know what snow tastes like (Yeah and I fucking hate it. No offense but I literally despise snow. I like the cold, just not snow pls no) // I listen to music to fall asleep (ALL THE TIME, if I can even sleep...) // I enjoy thunderstorms (Hell yeah! Thailand has the loudest thunderstorms, it’s so thrilling! I love it! And I miss it sm!)  // I enjoy cloud watching (I like to try to see any shapes and make stories up for it) // I have attended a bonfire (And I didn’t like it;()// I pay close attention to colors (Art hoe here reporting for duty!) // I find mystery in the ocean (THE OCEAN IS THE UNKNOWN AND THE UNKNOWN SCARES ME)// I enjoy hiking on nature paths // Autumn is my favorite season (I LOVE FALL because I get to wear all the comfy clothes and look cute in it? Hell yeah!)
MISCELLANEOUS: I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (I fall asleep in the car all the time lmao obviously not when I’m driving) // I am the mom friend  // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies (I have a sensitive nose) // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food (That California life! You get Mexican every week, and I literally just ate tacos before doing this lmaoo)// I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love (man...some shows (SKAMfr) can make me really believe) // I make up scenarios to fall asleep (OH 100% most of my AUs and headcanons from it)// I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game (Animal crossing would be nice) // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs
I’m tagging: @sweetdreamsjetaime @pastariceohmy @takaoparadise @lovebird1517 @shipper-of-love @loca-over-luca @ayellowcurtain @is-this-a-skam-account @thebestoftimes @altereliott @eliottdemmaury @plvseok @jebentnietalleen @papparadise @salutmonmec @mowgli-ii @juuuunaaaaoooo @harryxtimmy @flying-elliska @luneaurose
(I broke the rule again 😅 but I love tagging y'all cuz I love you too much!😚☺️ Feel free to participate!)
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lightwarring · 6 years ago
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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. // ESTELLE CASTAGNIER RULES. repost ,   don’t  reblog  !  good  luck  !
TAGGED. @cielcrd​ tysm for this !! TAGGING. did it at luke’s answer sheet.
BASICS.
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FULL NAME: Erina ( 恵里菜 ) ‘ Estelle ‘ Castagnier. 
NICKNAME: Elle ( by luke ), luckless golem ( by laiph ) 
AGE: 24
BIRTHDAY: 12th sun of the fourth Umbral Moon (12 August)
ETHNIC GROUP: Midlander hyur, half doman.
NATIONALITY: Ul’dah
LANGUAGE(S): Because of the echo, she knows most forms of languages
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single, Pending engagement she’s trying to get out of
CLASS: Lower class
HOMETOWN / AREA: Eastern Thanalan
CURRENT HOME: Castagnier inn
PROFESSION: Warrior of light, sort of. Part time server at the Quicksand
PHYSICAL.
HAIR: Ash brown and till her collarbone with bangs reaching till her brow. 
EYES: Dark brown with big irises. Usually has a spark or energy in them, becomes narrowed and focused when working on a task at hand.
NOSE: Small and average
FACE: Triangle shaped with a smooth jawline
LIPS: Small but notably a tad pouty and in the color of cherry red.
COMPLEXION: Fair and smooth.
BLEMISHES: None
SCARS: Has a medium length one walking down her left side after being attacked by a monster when her star globe becomes weathered during battle.
TATTOOS: None
HEIGHT: 163 cm
WEIGHT: 55 kg
BUILD: Average height and quite lean. Typical curves that a woman would have.
FEATURES: Nothing too outstanding.
ALLERGIES: -
USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Tied up loosely with a band along the crown of her head.
USUAL FACE LOOK: Welcoming and friendly. As the daughter of the inn, she is used to greeting people and customers. Her eyes usually shine when her friends talk, and has face that shows how interested she is in learning about them. 
USUAL CLOTHING: Brown ramie poncho with tights around her legs and wears short boots. Wears a flower at the left side of her head.
PSYCHOLOGY.
FEAR(S): Ghosts, being rejected (again), losing, failing on promises she made, wolves
ASPIRATION(S): Wants to beat Garleans’ asses and expand her family’s inn.
POSITIVE TRAITS: Strong willed, optimistic, big hearted, energetic, extroverted, expressive, supportive, loyal
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, laid back, slow, forgetful, headstrong, gullible, obstinate, very laid back
ZODIAC: Leo
TEMPERAMENT: Hot
SOUL TYPE(S): Priests / Server
ANIMALS: A butterfly
VICE  HABIT(S): Pride, becoming too overstimulated, overexcited and ends up exhausting herself, is really competitive with laipheaux
FAITH: In herself.
GHOSTS?: No, no, no, no, no.
AFTERLIFE?: Maybe.
REINCARNATION?: Maybe.
ALIENS?: It might be cool to think about.
POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Liberal.
ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE: At the moment, she is saving as much as she could so she doesn’t really shop unless it’s really necessary.
SOCIO POLITICAL POSITION: No opinion
EDUCATION LEVEL: Pugilist guild, astrologian guild, before that - at a lower tier level.
FAMILY.
FATHER: Cassius Castagnier ( biological )
MOTHER:  Kaiyo Harumi ( biological, deceased )
SIBLINGS: Luke Castagnier ( adoptive )
EXTENDED FAMILY: The other children at the inn.
NAME MEANING(S): Derived from ‘ stella ‘, meaning star.  ( 恵里菜 ) comes from the kanji of  恵 ( blessing ),  里 ( village ) and  菜 ( vegetable or some sort ), which is her mother’s happiest experience when she first left her homeland and into Girdania and met her father.
HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: One of the bearers of the echo and various warriors of light that was chosen by Hydaelyn to fight as her companion.
FAVORITES.
BOOK: Doesn’t like reading and tries not to. Picture books are more of her favourite, along with recipes and books with historical paintings.
MOVIE: None
5 SONGS: None
DEITY: Oschon
HOLIDAY: Starlight Celebration
MONTH: July
SEASON: Summer
PLACE: Quicksand, Costa del Sol
WEATHER: A sunny day with blue skies and white clouds.
SOUND: Chattering from a crowd, chimes on wind bells, many laughter, soothing voices
SCENT(S): -
TASTE(S): Adventurous and rich, willing to test the flavors with her cooking and food.
FEEL(S): Chiffon fabric and the tenderness of meat
ANIMAL(S): Rabbit
NUMBER: 8
COLORS: Red, green
EXTRA.
TALENTS: Cooking, mining, drinking competitions, organizing, teasing
BAD AT: Reading, directions, sitting still, luck based games, pre planning
TURN ONS: 
TURN OFFS:
HOBBIES: Cooking, going to the market, 
TROPES: The Gadfly, The Social Expert, And Now You Must Marry Me, Mirthless Laughter, The Rival ( to Laipheaux )
AESTHETIC TAGS: Sundress, food, cakes, white cottages, mountains and rocks, tarot decks, hairstyles, sunflowers, glass ornaments, starry night skies, constellations
GPOY  QUOTES: Not sure what this is.
FC INFO.
MAIN  FC(S): Herself
ALT FC(S): Can’t think of any.
OLDER FC(S): Well... she IS an adult.
YOUNGER  FC(S): Can’t think of any.
VOICE CLAIM(S): Kana Hanazawa - Japanese. demo
GENDERBENT FC(S): None.
MUN QUESTIONS.
Q1: IF YOU COULD WRITE YOUR CHARACTER YOUR WAY IN THEIR OWN MOVIE, WHAT WOULD IT BE CALLED, WHAT STYLE WOULD IT BE FILMED IN, AND WHAT WOULD IT BE ABOUT?:
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Q2: WHAT WOULD THEIR SOUNDTRACK / SCORE SOUND LIKE?:
-
Q3: WHY DID YOU START WRITING THIS CHARACTER?:
A long time before Luke. I think I started her character in game for like... one or two years ago but I only added her in this blog after Luke since I wanna revive her and see what I can do with the small identity I gave her before I mained Luke.
Q4: WHAT FIRST ATTRACTED YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?:
As I played her, in my head, she seems to be a very upbeat and obliging person when asked for help - probably because she hates doing nothing too. And that I feel she has a sisterly vibe too. I also like how she can be at ease with people and has her own social grace, really loves chatting and listening to others. Man, I wish I had half the energy that she has.
Q5: DESCRIBE THE BIGGEST THING YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR MUSE:
Hmmm, it’s the competitive part, probably. I don’t really like competitions myself and I’m a very, very low key person. 
Q6: WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN COMMON WITH YOUR MUSE?:
The fact that we’re both girls ?? lmao. We’re kinda like polar opposites, to be honest - but that’s what makes it fun for me to write her. I guess one of the common things I have with her is we like to settle and resolves things quickly and then move on rather than beat around the bush, complicate things and drag it on and on. We don’t hold grudges either.
Q7: HOW DOES YOUR MUSE FEEL ABOUT YOU?:
Probably feels that I should get my ass off my room from time to time. And maybe stop trying to shorten my own lifespan with my cooking. Man,,,,,, she does not agree with what I throw into the wok. She’s friendly though so she still feels pretty okay with me. 
Q8: WHAT CHARACTERS DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE INTERESTING INTERACTIONS WITH?
With my other muse, Laipheaux ( man, he is famous with my two muses, huh ). They have a friendly rivalry, mostly due to the fact that they can’t fully understand each others’ behavior well but still able to feel a sort of caring vibe from the other. Laiph didn’t think so at first until he realizes that Estelle still gave him birthday presents like she do with everyone else and left the grand company in girdania for reasons involving him too.Estelle, though she doesn’t read too much into things, acted with Laiph pretty much like she does with friends and didn’t have the same thought process about their relationship like he does. Though they used to roughhouse a lot, they’re much more calmer with each other ( at times, yeah ).
Q9: WHAT GIVES YOU INSPIRATION TO WRITE YOUR MUSE?:
Like in Luke’s answer sheet, my love for the game. Also that I really wanted to start writing female characters who aren’t outright tough and badass like Merlwyb. Sort of trying to exit my comfort zone and see how I can have fun trying new things. Estelle is still a strong character in her own right though, but has a sort of sisterly / motherly vibe ??
Q10: HOW LONG DID THIS TAKE YOU TO COMPLETE?:
Faster than Luke’s page now that I know how this works lol
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charlottexabernathy · 6 years ago
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Character Task #5
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“When you fall, so spent from emotion, she is what brings you to your feet. Where challenges lie on the verge of destruction, she pulls you back and she gives you wings. Death won’t hold you as tight as she will.”
Basic Character Questions
First name: Charlotte
Surname: Abernathy
Middle names: Rosalie
Nicknames: Char, Charlie (only her father and Chase can call her this)
Date of birth: April 13th, 1991
Age: 27
Physical / Appearance
Height: 5′7″
Weight: 121 lbs (55 kg)
Build: Athletic, curvy
Hair color: Blonde
Hair style: Long, curly, thick
Eye color: Brown
Eye Shape: upturned
Glasses or contact lenses: Neither
Distinguishing facial features: Jawline, dark eyebrows, eyes,
Which facial feature is most prominent: Her lips
Which bodily feature is most prominent: Breasts
Other distinguishing features: Her smile
Skin: Clear, but tanned from being out in the sun
Hands: Dainty-looking, but deceptively strong. Her nails are clean and short.
Make up: When the situation calls for it, but she basically just wears foundation, mascara and tinted lip balm.
Scars: On her elbow from falling on concrete when she was younger
Birthmarks: On her left shoulder
Tattoos: Her father’s name ‘Ryan’ in his signature on the inside of her left wrist, a blue lotus on her lower back stretching from hip to hip, a bow on the back of her neck, and a crescent moon under her right breast. 
Physical handicaps: None
Type of clothes: Typically dresses very bohemian/flower child chic. Anything she can move in and move quickly
How do they wear their clothes: Fitted sometimes, otherwise she prefers rather flowy clothes. Sometimes she’ll wear tighter clothes.
What are their feet like: Clean, well-taken care of. Calloused heels. Her shoes are typically beaten up as she wears them hard. She has a pair of boots, however, that she takes care of like a baby.
Race / Ethnicity: Caucasian
Mannerisms: She rolls her eyes often or chews on her lower lip
Are they in good health: Yes
Do they have any disabilities: None
Personality
What words or phrases do they overuse: Like, or fuck
Do they have a catchphrase: Fuck me.
Are they more optimistic or pessimistic: Pessimistic
Are they introverted or extroverted: Somewhere in between
Do they ever put on airs: Never. What you see is what you get with her
What bad habits do they have: She trusts very few people, even if they’ve proven they can be trusted
What makes them laugh out loud: Dry wit, dark senses of humor
How do they display affection: Absently. She’s not big on public displays, either giving or receiving
Mental handicaps: PTSD
How do they want to be seen by others: Tough, strong, capable
How do they see themselves: Unfeeling
How are they seen by others: Good pirate, excellent gunner
Strongest character trait: Her unwavering loyalty to the people she cares about
Weakest character trait: Jealousy
How competitive are they: Extremely
Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider: She takes her time to consider things. If someone riles her up too much, she’ll make snap decisions and normally, it’s physical violence.
How do they react to praise: Awkwardly.
How do they react to criticism: She takes it to heart and learns from it quietly
What is their greatest fear: Losing Chase
What are their biggest secrets: She’s been searching for her mother, but she has no idea of even her name.
What is their philosophy of life:  “After a breath and before another, there's plenty of time to rest.” -Basith
When was the last time they cried: Two nights ago when she had a nightmare.
What haunts them: Her father’s death and the fact that the royal who killed him is still out in the world.
What are their political views: She’s a pirate and she believes in her right to exist
What will they stand up for: Anybody who tells her otherwise.
Who do they quote: Neruda, mostly. 
Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy: Outdoorsy
What is their sinful little habit: Wearing lingerie under her clothes
What sense do they most rely on: Instinct
How do they treat people better than them: She believes no one is better than her. Royals, she treats disdainfully.
How do they treat people worse than them: She treats people of a lower class with respect.
What quality do they most value in a friend: Loyalty and patience
What do they consider an overrated virtue: Forgiveness
If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be: Nothing
What is their obsession: Music
What are their pet peeves: Too many things to name
What are their idiosyncrasies: Too many to name
Friends and Family
Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of: Very small, but she doesn’t know who all is in it.
What is their perception of family: It’s the most important thing.
Do they have siblings? Older or younger: She has no idea (probably a few siblings)
Describe their best friend: @chasefoley
Ideal best friend: @chasefoley
Describe their other friends: She has acquaintances more than she has friends. She keeps them at arm’s length.
Describe their acquaintances: See above
Do they have any pets: She’d love a dog, but she doesn’t have the time to dedicate to one
Who are their natural allies: Pirates
Who are their surprising allies: None
Past and Future
What was your character like as a baby? As a child?: She was an awkward-looking, gangly child with legs too long for her body and wildly curly hair
Did they grow up rich or poor?: Comfortable and on the go.
Did they grow up nurtured or neglected?: Nurtured. Her father raised her well, despite being a feared pirate. Charlotte adored him.
What is the most offensive thing they ever said?: She says offensive things daily
What is their greatest achievement?: Becoming a gunner
What was their first kiss like?: Sloppy. Wet. Awkward.
What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved?: Left the love of her life and broke both their hearts in the process.
What are their ambitions?: To avenge her father’s death.
What advice would they give their younger self?: Don’t leave someone out of fear.
What smells remind them of their childhood?: Ocean air, gunpowder
What was their childhood ambition?: To settle down, marry, and have children
What is their best childhood memory?: Going to Paris with her father and having a beignet. 
What is their worst childhood memory?: Watching her father kill a man when he caught him sneaking into Charlotte’s room one night.
Did they have an imaginary childhood friend?: Nope
When was the last time they were crushed with disappointment?: Too many times to count
What past act are they most ashamed of?: Not breaking up the fight that ended with her father dying.
What past act are they most proud of?: Becoming a pirate
Has anyone ever saved their life?: Several people have. Meeting Chase kept her from wallowing in alcoholism.
Strongest childhood memory?: Watching the stars with her father and him teaching her about Greek mythology and constellations.
Love
Do they believe in love at first sight?: No, but she believes in attraction at first sight.
Are they in a relationship?: No
How do they behave in a relationship?: She usually lets the much softer, goofier side of her abrasive personality show. If she’s with someone, she’s all in.
When did you character last have sex?: A week or so ago
What sort of sex do they have?: She enjoys rough sex, kinky over vanilla.
Has your character ever been in love?: Yes, with Michael Mitchell. She still considers him the great love of her life. @raging-surgeon-michael
Have they ever had their heart broken?: Yes, of her own doing.
Conflict
How do they respond to a threat?: With violence. If anyone is stupid enough to invoke her wrath, she’ll fight with everything she has. 
Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?: Verbally, until push comes to shove and she’ll fight.
What is your character’s kryptonite?: @chasefoley
If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be?: Photo album
How do they perceive strangers?: Warily. She trusts no one.
What do they love to hate?: Romantic movies. They’re wildly overrated, in her book.
What are their phobias?: Spiders, clowns, dolls, needles, snakes.
What is their choice of weapon?: Gun, knives, fists, anything she can get her hands on
What living person do they most despise?: Her father’s killer
Have they ever been bullied or teased?: She was teased growing up for her looks, but her glow-up was strong.
Where do they go when they’re angry?: Anyplace she can get violent
Who are their enemies and why?: Royals, for their decision to try and kill pirates.
Work, Education and Hobbies
What is their current job?: Gunner on Jupiter’s Fury
What do they think about their current job?: She’s dedicated to it.
What are some of their past jobs?: Odd jobs here and there. She was a lounge singer at one point in time
What are their hobbies?: Target practice, yoga, singing, hiking, cooking
Educational background?: High school equivalent, some college courses before dropping out.
Intelligence level?: Not genius level, but above average
Do they have any specialist training?: Weapons training. 
Do they have a natural talent for something?: Marksman. She’s got killer aim.
Do they play a sport? Are they any good?: Shooting
What is their socioeconomic status?: Middle
Favorites
What is their favorite animal?: Horses
Which animal to they dislike the most?: Snakes
What place would they most like to visit?: Where she was born
What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? A thunderstorm with lightning that crackled across the sky 
What is their favorite song?: “Every Time I Hear That Song” by Blake Shelton
Music, art, reading preferred?: Music
What is their favorite color?: Teal
What is their password?: 1QAZ2wsx34!
Favorite food: Hummus and pita chips
What is their favorite work of art?: She’s not big on art
Who is their favorite artist?: Music-wise, it’s probably Sophie B. Hawkins
What is their favorite day of the week?: Sunday, but only morning time.
Possessions
What is in their fridge: Water bottles, soda, snacks here and there
What is on their bedside table?: Books, alarm clock, hairbrush, phone charger, remote
What is in their car?: She doesn’t have one
What is in their bin?: Wadded up pieces of paper
What is in their purse or wallet?: Cards, her ID, gum, hairbrush, money
What is in their pockets?: Phone, pocketknife
What is their most treasured possession?: Pocketknife
Spirituality
Who or what is your character’s guardian angel?: Her father
Do they believe in the afterlife?: Yes
What are their religious views?: She was raised Catholic, but she’s more agnostic
What do they think heaven is?: Where people who lived selflessly go
What do they think hell is?: Killers, pedophiles, frauds, cheats
Are they superstitious?: Yes
What would they like to be reincarnated as?: She doesn’t believe in reincarnation
How would they like to die?: After a fight she’s won or when she’s old and grey
What is your character’s spirit animal?: Not really her thing
What is their zodiac sign?: Aries
Values
What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person?: Take away their sense of security.
What is their view of ‘freedom’?: Being able to make their own choices
When did they last lie?: She’s generally very honest
What’s their view of lying?: Withholding truth
When did they last make a promise?: To not stop seeing Michael
Did they keep or break their last promise?: So far, she’s kept it.
Daily life
What are their eating habits?: Generally very healthy, but she indulges in junk sometimes
Do they have any allergies?: Dust, pollen
Describe their home: Very neat, except her bedroom, which looks like her closet’s thrown up.
Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder?: Tries to be minimalist, but she’s got things she no longer has use for.
What do they do first thing on a weekday morning?: Shower.
What do they do on a Sunday afternoon?: Sleep
What do they do on a Friday night?: Drink
What is the soft drink of choice?: Pepsi
What is their alcoholic drink of choice?: Rum and coke
Miscellaneous
What is their character archetype?: Anti-hero
Who is their hero?: She has none
What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween?: She’d probably go as a Greek goddess
Are they comfortable with technology?: Not very much
If they could save one person, who would it be?: Her father
If they could call one person for help, who would it be?: Chase
What is their favorite proverb?: She has none
What is their greatest extravagance?: A pair of Christian Louboutin heels
What is their greatest regret?: Already answered
What is their perception of redemption?: Someone who has made strides to change when they promised to
What would they do if they won the lottery?: Change her name, pay off her debts, and hide
What is their favorite fairytale?: Rapunzel
What fairytale do they hate?: Cinderella
Do they believe in happy endings?: She says she doesn’t believe they exist, but deep down, she does.
What is their idea of perfect happiness?: Being able to travel with a companion
What would they ask a fortune teller?: She doesn’t believe in them.
If your character could travel through time, where would they go?: Back to see what her mother looked like and find her.
What sport do they excel at?: Marksman
What sport do they suck at?: Rugby or lacrosse
If they could have a superpower, what would they choose?: Ability to manipulate probability. 
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meetmeatthestart · 7 years ago
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Skye Rocket lyric collection
A selection of lyrics from Skye Rocket songs, including ones from their time as Rocket Ship Resort. Perfect to use for thread titles, ship tags, verse names, blog quotes, etc. Feel free to get creative.
A better place I'd never find
A cool breeze sweeps through the silver dust
A dance of misfits
A date with a time trial showdown
A different air waits for us
A ferris wheel tune
A fighter with a nature of gold
A glimmer on a winding trail
A glimpse of the night
A handful of fire
A lighthouse of love
A lonely flare in the dark 
A lullaby along the moon
A map to get back home
A smile among the storm
A snowball deep in hell
A window straight to the deep
Across all that reaches land
Adrift in the sighs
Ain't a chance we go outta style
Air that presses my lungs to paper
All the salty wit of an old drunk
All the ships eclipsing the ocean
Alone through the dark part of life
Among every storm and spark
An old wish, a dusty sign
And it cuts like a knife 
And the wound's getting bigger 
And when the sun goes down
And when you see its colors
Astray in the sky
At least we're adventure
Autumn blaze
Ballrooms and bridges
Bandanas and black boots
Be the might to my light shows
Bet I'll make ya light up like July
Boiled with blood pent
Born of the sunlight's dust
Bound down to a life on the free way
Break apart old cautions retold
Break the glass of every old impasse
Break us into the sky
Breathe deep into me
Breathing electric starlight
Burdened with gorgeous nature
Buried, wounded to the core
Burn as bright as you can
But you won't turn me
C'mon out to the edge of the world
Can we have a home everlasting
Cause there's vodka in the water
Chasin' disaster
Chasin' disaster; goin' faster
Chemicals of catastrophe
Come and stay with me
Come with me to race all the crumbling walls
Comfort within her chaos
Could you go if you had to?
Cry out to silence
Deep through beauty, treachery, and howling hail
Determined to be deflaters
Devoid of the morning daybreaks
Did a glow catch your heart?
Distant days of crescent moons
Do you find your way worthwhile?
Do you wanna run far away?
Do you want to run away?
Dogma's yearly tradition
Dream something new
Dressing up with dyed roots
Drifting on a cloud blanket
Escaping my tired mind
Every chip is a chilling climb
Eyes of ice in the sunshine
Fall white for another night
Falling through the snow
Far beyond the tallest trees
Fighting what the kings say 
Follow the trails in the air 
For life, for naught
Free your aurora
From atop the trees, reaching out so free
From high off the flowers
From the venom here
Fuck your war, I'm here for the starlight 
Ghost pepper voodoo
Give me a taste of oxygen
Give me all your pieces
Greetings, my glider
Growing up so fast
Hanging on the dawn
Hard times have you now, but you'll be alright
Harness it, make your mark
Heaven knows where we will go
Her gust is givin' you your flight
Hidden beneath the worries
Hits like a rocket
Home is where fires unite
Homesick for vistas new
I bet I'll make it light up like your eyes
I can taste the race in your heartbeat
I don't know how long this road goes out
I feel each step so slow
I held those words as law
I know the way, let's head there
I lack the blood to suck tonight
I lost you at the bay
I will save you every night
I wish I could take you sailing
I wouldn't hold your breath
I'd never believed in slowing down
I'd rather sweep a breeze under those old ashes
I'll be chasing the moon
I'll be rage on all fours
I'll be unleashed
I'll hold onto you as long as you hold onto me
I'll see you over the moon
I'll take a shot of what she's havin'
I'll take the heart break
I'll take the heart break before I slow
I'll wake up real soon
I'm fading fast
I'm seein' stars, the way you're flashin'
I've been here before
I've got a lot in my view but no one else that I can see
Ice upon the river
If summer had a daughter
If you chase the same chill in your weathered bones
If you're still awake by chance
In a dash we'll crash down the party
In a love story, where beauty is might
In the air we'll dance like we used to
In the grass like a landmine
In the july heat
In time the smoke will leave here
Invisible to the stars
It matters not what's outside
It's time to bring it all out now
Just lift your head aloft and wave
Just to cut me down to you
Just what this world needs
Kicked to the frost
Kicking rocks on a turnpike
Kiss the earth, let's disappear
Left here with life
Lend me the sight giants behold
Let me lead your breath home
Let me see your eyes 
Let your heartache down with your hair
Let's be lost, let's be heroes
Let's carve out our open view
Light a thousand streets
Like a backdrop for the moon
Like a lantern in the dark
Like a lightning strike in your heart
Like a phone hardwired
Like a secret in the dark
Like a whisper in a glance 
Like an earthy rust
Like the heaven's snow
Like you woke in the ocean
Listen close, my rogue
Lunar endeavors
Made of fireflies
May the guiding wind adorn us
Mistress magic
Movin' with mischief
My words are with you
Numbness is living on a loss
Of the demons in my thoughts
Oh will our hearts endure
On blankets of rockets and trees
One last ride up above the night 
Our wind in the sails
Out in search of truth
Out on the great wide blue
Please come down from your window
Please just give me one last dance
Poets long for words like your dreams
Princess Red Rum
Problem number one
Racing meteors
Rain on the river
Rainfall resistance
Reachin' up to the moonlight
Relentless, your scars open up wide
Remember how it sounds
Reminiscent of wings, you went
Ride on, shooting star
Ring your light through the dark
Rogues among the stars
Run like the rain
Running circles
Rushing like Niagara Falls
Scars that are far and gone
Scrapbooks and reflections
Seas and passions
Seashore at the door
See the sun surround you
Shadows shaped by gryphon stars
Shining soul, in the shade
Shooting for the stars
Show the way through the wild miles
Silver relics on the shore
Singing like a lonely ghost
Sky blue: it suits you!
Smile, you're wild inside
Snow dives by so quietly
Souls fade white
Specter on the bay
Standing in the night
Stars that look like you
Starstruck, a deep blue
Stay aloft for me
Stay awake, I plea
Still standing here years later 
Storm like the sea
Submerged neck deep
Sunrays and lattes
Swept along with a grip so sure
Tempest route
The air here is of your soul
The blood runs like a river 
The buildings glow
The clouds made their own way
The dance of the wind and waves
The ghost had a bouquet
The hope that you'd been saving
The horizon, it runs forever
The howling crowd's alive
The last time I felt alive
The meltdown ain't gonna thaw
The midnight streets
The midnight streets are empty without you
The night covers the earth
The night in front of you
The prettiest cold air
The rustic gears of establishment
The silent sky
The unruly, truly quite bizzare
The walls are your protection
The yell of a young punk
Theme park in the dark
There's magic in disguise
There's no need for frights, it's a show of lights
These gloves play love like guitar
Throttle it out
Through all the heartaches
Through nights into dreams
Through that disguise
Through the ballroom hall 
Through the land and night
Through the lights and heights of the compass caches
Through the time each night recalls
Through thunder's embrace
Till I stop the show
To the lands out somewhere far
Tonight we are aloft
Too heavy for words
Trace my touch all through here
Treasure maps and shaky floorboards
Triumph, scandal, all her name lends
Try to stay a little while
Trying to escape a whirlwind 
Tumbling sunbeams
Turn all the lights down
Under the moon and snow
Under the show of chaos
Up late, darin' fate, just to know
Waiting on a faint light
Wanted for love crimes
Watch the rockets reply
Watch the sands blow to wherever you are
Watch the sinking silver
Watch the stars swim through this ocean of air
Wave to the stars
We are like fire
We are momentum
We are the doomed ones
We are the stars hangin' up free
We can ride a road everwinding
We still share the same moon
We'll be the backbone
We're blowing the hurricanes down
We're pioneers
We're tearin' down mountain sides
We're the heat, we're the guns
We've been marked
When are ya waving my way, baby?
When the gates make way
When the leaves leave us
When the riots meet
When the sea grabbed me ahold
When the wind came a-knockin' 
When time just won't wait 
When your heart has been so bold
While the sparks danced up
While the sun follows you
Wield your wings for your own rhythm
Wisdom and a smile with a saber
With a touch of grace 
With the tidal burst
With the wrath of the red
Wolves among the shadow
Years and years of fighting here
You and me and the seven seas
You are a renegade
You can find me where the clouds part
You can plunge in anxiety so grim
You can survive on caution and foresight
You don't have a single flaw
You lived on with them, now they live on with you
You sing with the sounds of the seas sincere
You swore to win the war? I withdraw
You think you're a king
You think you're justice
You think you're the light
You're a bottle of lightning
You're dissolvin' the last straw
You're givin' me a little mania
You're not your demons
You've got a story 
You've got a window
You've got a window of time and air
Your heart beats so rhythmic and pure
Your leap won't lend you much leeway
Your lonely cell is waiting
Your silhouette sings profanity
Your soul is a bird
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inktae · 7 years ago
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fly me to the moon
↳ fantasy + magician au 
◇ pairing: taehyung | reader ◇ genres: very cheesy fluff, like really fluffy  ◇ word count: 4.977 ◇ warnings: none ◇ author’s note: this was entirely self indulgent and I almost threw up from how sweet it was, but hey, it got me out of my writer’s block :’’’) it was super fun to write, I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
It’s during nights like these that you love and hate magic all at the same time.
Long gone are the ghastly days of running and hiding, when abilities not considered normal were chased instead of celebrated. You are fortunate enough not to have lived through those dark times, but your family did, and their memories are vivid enough for a lifetime. Their past is a heavy reminder of an old battle that your kind won and lost at the same time, a thick scar that is healed but rough to the touch.
It is easy to harbor resentment towards non magic users, but it is also easy to forget a quarrel ever existed when you hold the hands of your customers and read their emotions out loud, receiving gasps of awe and admiration looks from young kids that squeeze your hands back as tightly as they can. All day and night people line up in front of your quaint tent within the Magic Circus, hoping to receive a dose of reality they cannot grasp themselves, because emotions are a tricky thing — they are fleeting and confusing and can transform into something entirely different in less than a second, like playing with the ripples of a fast paced river.
Just like water, you cannot hold them or taste them, but you can feel them rushing between your fingers as they swiftly escape your grasp. Years of experience have helped you read beyond the strongest emotions — love, hate, jealousy —, allowing you to get a sense of what a person is going through just by holding their hands and allowing their energy to pierce your skin in the gentlest way. Helping people understand themselves is more than a circus attraction, and the hectic routine of what almost seems like a normal job sometimes makes you forget what magic is truly about.
Today is one of those days. As always, crumbling marriages seeking to unveil each other’s emotions visited your tent while their kids learn how to fly with the Winged Man, or create fun shapes out of clouds with the infamous group of Alchemists. You cannot be blamed for hating your own magic a tiny bit by the end of the day, sun long gone as the bright lighting of the circus turns it into something else — something livelier and enigmatic, as if mages are starting to steal heaps of energy from the round moon that rises high in the sky. Nights at the Magic Circus are always compelling in ways you cannot explain, a shift in the air that you can never truly enjoy between drawn-out counseling sessions you should not have to get through in the first place.
Tonight is different, though — for the first time in what feels like forever, you decide to close for the night.
“Look who came out of her cave!” Jimin calls from his usual spot — right in the middle of the festival, getting all the attention he not so secretly loves. Jimin’s ability is the complete opposite of yours, flashy and fun and colorful, growing all kinds of plants and flowers from the ground with just a flicker of his hand. If he concentrates enough he is able to grow a mini-forest around his body, with trees that come alive as their branches tease the kids that run and giggle around them. Add his charming smile to the mix and it is no surprise that everyone wants to be around him — it is simply impossible not to smile back at the sight.
You roll your eyes as you approach him, holding back a grin that threatens to break through as unusually big flowers start growing by his side, reaching half his height as they dance vividly. He gently picks one from the ground and presents it in your direction, never losing his smile as he bows meekly.
“A huge yellow dahlia for my favorite mage, even though that might change tonight.”
“Thank you, Jimin,” you take it from him, its overpowering smell making you scrunch your nose slightly. “First of all— my tent is not a cave. Yeah, it’s dark and small, but that’s part of the act. Secondly— why would that change tonight?”
“I knew you liked it when I said you were my favorite,” he laughs, making you huff in embarrassment as your skin heats up faintly. “Well, dear, I’m not surprised you don’t know about tonight. You spend every single day locked up in that cave of yours.”
“It’s not a cave—”
“There’s a new mage in town, and his first act is tonight.”
“A new—” you gape at him. He only smirks and nods, snapping his fingers and transforming the yellow dahlias into purple roses. “How come Namjoon never told me!? I’ve been a mage here for six years now, I deserve to know these things.”
“He doesn’t want to interrupt your flow,” Jimin quotes, using a mocking tone to imitate the ringleader of the circus. “You know how he is. Ever since he intruded on one of Yoongi’s acts he is terrified of interrupting anyone ever again. And since you’re always working, well…”
“Yeah, well, I’m not working tonight.”
“Wait, what?” the flowers around him stop dancing, turning completely still and lifeless.  The kids that surround you both start complaining, but he’s too stunned by your words to pay attention. “Say that again.”
You purse your lips, averting your gaze as hold the flower against your chest. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Wow. It really is, though. When was the last time you took a break?”
You try to remember a time when you got out of the tent to actually look around the circus or have some time for yourself, but nothing comes to mind. “Um.”
“Wow,” he repeats, eyes wide. But then his smile returns and it’s the widest you have ever seen it, as if the prospect of you taking some time off is just as enjoyable as taking a break himself. “I have to thread carefully here, I don’t want to say the wrong thing and make you lock yourself again. I never thought I would see this day coming.”
“Stop it! I’m not going back tonight,” you laugh, feeling a slight nervousness tingling across your skin. The strange feeling inevitably comes with a twinge of embarrassment at the realization that maybe not just Jimin was waiting for this day, and that your self inflicted enslavement might not be as discreet as you thought it was.
“Good,” he nods repeatedly, a little too eagerly. “Well, I actually slacked yesterday so I need to be an entertainer for the rest of the night — but maybe you can get a glimpse of the new mage. Read him a bit, you know. Find out if he’s secretly a serial killer.”
You scratch the back of your neck, biting your lip in deep thought. A new mage is not exactly the best news of the day — just like Jimin, new recruits tend to be just as flashy and bold, but in a pretentious kind of way. It takes them a long time to lose that intensity that comes with being new at the circus, that eager need of being the very best that grates on everyone else. Only after a month or two do they realize it is not a competition, but magicians solely using their skills to entertain, finally turning into normal, tolerable coworkers.
“I don’t know, you know how first acts are painful to see. If they are not awkward, then they’re overly flamboyant. It’s annoying,” you sigh, already knowing you will go see it either way — your curiosity has been piqued, and your mind will not let it go. “What does he do, anyway?”
“That’s the best part,” he smiles again, and a beautiful assortment of flowers and plants grow around him. Spectators gasp and mutter in amazement, making Jimin’s eyes glint with satisfaction. “He is an illusionist.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I know,” he nods, smiling knowingly. “You of all people should look forward to it.”
You take a step back, still holding tightly onto the dahlia. You return his smile, albeit a little nervously.
“I guess I am now.”
/
One hour later you’re taking a seat in the middle row of the largest tent of the circus, mainly used during massive parades that take place a handful of times a year. You cannot help but feel slightly irritated at how easily this guy snatched an opportunity to present his act in a place like this, which not many mages get for themselves. A part of you knows he must be incredibly good for Namjoon to allow it, but another remains skeptic — after all, you have a soft spot for illusionists, which also makes you inevitably critic of their abilities. If this mysterious mage does not manage to impress you, you’re sure you will be left feeling like something is missing for the rest of the night.
You throw your conflicting feelings to the back of your head as you look around — the show is about to start and spectators are hungry for it already, filling all the seats and murmuring between themselves as everyone anxiously looks at the round stage that rises in the middle. The poster by the entrance did not even announce a name — it only said something along the lines of walk inside and shoot for the stars, which only left your curiosity even more piqued, though not too surprised. Cheesy and boastful, as expected.
As soon as you start feeling somewhat comfortable among the sea of strangers the lights go off, making people cheer and whistle in excitement. The ceiling lights up a few seconds later, except that there is no ceiling anymore — only a bright sky can be seen, stark and cloudless and glinting with stars that are not usually visible around this side of town. The moon is round and uncharacteristically vivid, and your lips part in silent awe as you blink up at the white globe, easily counting the craters dotted across its surface.
You have always believed that illusionists can only recreate scenes they have seen themselves. You have witnessed it with every single mage you have come across with in the past — and unless this is an entirely new skill, you refuse to believe that this person has seen a moon like that, or anyone else for that matter.
“Do you like dreams?”
You jump at the low, smooth voice that crawls across the room, reaching every corner as it tickles up the back of your neck. You try not to let it get to you, still holding onto your skepticism as you hug the flower Jimin gave you.
“I hope you do. Because you are in one right now.”
“That isn’t creepy at all,” you murmur under your breath, noticing the way the stars start moving and dancing with each other. Now you’re sure there is no way he has experienced something like this — and you cannot deny that seeing a new kind of illusionist resurfaces a thrilling feeling in the pit of your stomach, one you have not felt for a long time. New gasps make you blink in confusion, until you look around and realize everyone is looking down at their feet.
You imitate them, almost losing your balance when you notice there is no floor anymore. The tent and the circus are all gone — there is only a boundless space all around you, and stars that dance and a bright moon that is now gradually coming closer, or maybe you are the one that is slowly floating towards it.
You try lifting your feet, laughing quietly as you realize that you can float. The children are already jumping and gyrating across space, worried parents grabbing at their ankles so they don’t float away.
“Look! behind the moon!”
A woman’s voice draws your gaze in said direction, blinking in surprise when you see someone peeking behind it. He smoothly walks out of his hiding place, and his youthfulness strikes you out of nowhere — you definitely expected someone older, with decades of experience and a million stories to tell, not a boy that seems about your age. His contagious smile reminds you of Jimin’s — easy and smooth, though there is something more compelling about him, a detail you cannot pinpoint yet. His golden skin glows under the sharp, exaggerated moon, and his eyes are playful as he looks at the kids warmly. He is dressed for the occasion: an old fashioned black and silver tailcoat, paired with a dark hat that covers his brown hair. Just like the illusionists of the past.
“My name is Kim Taehyung,” he calls, voice amplified so it can be heard by the large crowd. “And yes, you are in actual space right now. I’m not lying!” he insists when the kids start calling him a liar, making you push down a smile. Suddenly the moon starts floating upwards, making him look up in confusion before quickly conjuring up a thick rope.
You watch with amusement as he tries to bring the moon back with the rope, struggling briefly as the heavy looking globe slowly comes back. He gives the rope to a few of the kids in the first row so they can hold the moon during the rest of the show, which glows just as earnestly and casts eerie shadows that dance on Kim Taehyung’s skin.
“Please hold it tightly. If you let it float, we won’t have any lighting and you won’t get to see the rest of my show,” he insists, way too seriously, which makes the children giggle. Looking over the spectators again, he places his hands on his hips, easy smile back in place. “Now— let me start off by saying that you are all in my dream right now, so please be gentle. Some embarrassing stuff might pop up from time to time, so just… ignore it.”
You laugh with the public, half astounded at his words. You do not have time to wonder about his abilities, though — the show finally begins and you’re immediately sucked inside the illusions he continues to create, with a mastery that definitely does not belong to a newbie as he effortlessly takes you all from one universe to another. He makes you see the countless worlds he built in his dreams, characters from his childhood that make the children scream in delight and enigmatic creatures that only belong in fairytales and fantasy books.
All the while the moon hovers above your heads, its glow warm and comforting until the end of the show. You do not know how much time passes until he finally takes the rope from the kids and lets its go, allowing the moon to go back in place as you all float back to the ground. The last thing you see before going back to reality is a starry night, with stars that look like raw diamonds winking down at your awed faces.
You feel slightly dazed as you realize you’re back in the tent, glancing around and noticing that everyone else looks just as perplexed. Taehyung, now standing on the stage with a presence that draws everyone in, bows and smiles apologetically.
“You will feel a little shaken for a few minutes, sorry about that. But take it as a lesson: dreams can be like an entirely different universe, just as beautiful and mysterious, though dangerous if you end up going too far. Enjoy your reality as if they were your dreams. Thank you, and good night.”
People start clapping, some enthusiastically and some slowly as they gradually come back from Taehyung’s intense illusions. As soon as you see flowers being thrown in his direction you cannot help yourself — suddenly overcome with a boldness you never felt before, you throw your giant dahlia at him, falling right at his feet as he looks down in surprise. He grabs it and stares at it while beaming, walking down the stairs as he looks around, eyes searching. Looking for you.
“That was mine!” you yell with a smile, lifting your hand as you forget all about your usual embarrassment. And just as his eyes find yours his smile all but vanishes, time slowing down as he misses a step and loses his balance. Roughly face planting to the ground, before lying completely still.
Well, damn.
/
You’re up on your feet the moment you see Taehyung moving, stirring on the bed and groaning in pain as he slowly opens his eyes.
“I’m so sorry, I distracted you and made you fall on your first show. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry. That was so—”
Your words vanish when he starts chuckling, voice rough as he slowly sits up. “That was hilarious.”
You blink in confusion, smiling after a few seconds. “It kind of was. But I’m still sorry. Here,” you reach towards the beside table, giving him a painkiller and a glass of water. He takes it and swallows it down, finally looking into your eyes as he slowly comes back to life. You sit on the edge of the bed, suddenly self-conscious as his eyes roam across your face.
“Hello,” he says, looking slightly stunned.
“Uh, hi,” you reply, smiling awkwardly. “I made you fall. I was the one who threw that ridiculous flower.”
“Ah, where is it? I really liked it. It was huge,” he runs a hand across his tousled hair, holding back a yawn. He touches his forehead when he realizes there is a bandage covering a patch of skin above his left eyebrow, pursing his lips. “Did I bleed? I hope that didn’t scare the kids.”
“Only a little. Our doctor already checked up on you and you’re okay, so don’t worry. And the flowers are in that corner—” you point at the wooden chair placed next to the entrance of the bedroom, small but cozy and exactly like your own. “This is your room, by the way. I’m not sure if Namjoon already showed it to you, but just in case… well, welcome. I work here as well.”
“Work,” he repeats, chuckling. “Okay.”
“What?” you ask, genuinely curious, but he shakes his head, looking into your eyes again.
“I did not imagine this is how I was going to be introduced to my new life here, but it could be worse. Way worse. Thank you for the welcome.”
With the hat and jacket long gone and a sleepy expression replacing the captivating look he wore on stage, he looks even younger and way less intimidating. Had you met him like this before, you would have never guessed he was such a skilled illusionist. You almost hit yourself at how judgmental you have been all day, reminding yourself that no matter how they look, anyone can become a great illusionist. Anyone who is born with such skills, that is.
There’s a strange warmth stirring under your chest at the vulnerable look in his eyes, which you defiantly ignore as you clear your throat and extend your hand in his direction. You tell him your name and wait for him to take it, which he slowly holds and shakes gently.
“I’m Taehyung. Which you already know, since you went to my show, and all. Thank you for that. It’s—”
“Why are you so nervous?” you blurt out, inevitably relishing the soft touch of his hand while also reading the swarm of emotions that suddenly zips through your veins. “Your show was great— except the fall, of course. But it was great. Don’t worry, the public liked you a lot.”
“Uh…” he slowly lets your hand go, and the embarrassment that disappeared during Taehyung’s show comes back at full force.
“Ah, sorry! I read emotions when I touch people. Sorry again,” you moan, covering your cheeks. “Shouldn’t have done that without your permission.”
“Stop— stop apologizing,” he laughs, eyes glinting with amusement. His smile makes you exhale in relief, though your hand still stings with traces of his own nervousness. “Ah… I need to show you something. I hope I can walk,” he mutters as he gets up, leaving you puzzled as he slowly puts on his shoes and jacket. “Come with me. I know I’m a stranger, but this is kind of important.”
His words make you hesitate, but his inviting expression leaves no room for suspicion.
“Okay… sure,” you nervously follow him out of the room and into the darkness of the outside, and the real moon seems small and dull as it casts its weak glimmer above the various tents and trailers of the circus, which still brims with life with countless night acts. Surprisingly, he seems to know his way around — and your breath catches when he leads you both directly towards your own tent, noticeably smaller than the rest. A large poster that reads Take my hand and let your feelings be heard is placed right in front of the opening, now uncharacteristically closed.
The illusionist stops and looks in your direction, and the nerves you felt through his skin finally start to show on his face as he smiles quietly.
“And now I’m going to show you a moment of the past, one you probably don’t even remember.”
A quick snap of his fingers alters the scene in its entirety. Suddenly the tent is open and there is a long line of people waiting outside, as per usual. You gape silently as Taehyung leads you inside your own tent, completely invisible to the people in line as you both barge in one of your old sessions. Your memory stirs as you struggle to remember the person that sits across a younger version of you, one that had only been working on the circus for one year and was starting to learn how to take her ability to the next level.
The boy has his face completely covered. He is wearing sunglasses, a mouth mask and black hat, and anyone could tell he is being too obvious about not wanting his identity to be revealed. You faintly remember not caring about that, fully focused on his emotions rather than his appearance, and it all slowly comes back to you as the younger version of you holds his hand and concentrates on the boy’s troubled feelings.
“You seem confused,” your younger version says, in a low voice that cannot filter outside. “A bit all over the place. I can sense a lot of strong emotions, and anger is among them. Frustration, sadness, tiredness. Maybe, um… I think… there are things you want to achieve, but you’re unsure of how to go about it. Am I right?”
The covered boy nods, not saying a word. Your younger version tries to look at him in the eye, and a smile that seems sad extends her lips. “I can also sense magic in you. I apologize if I’m overstepping a boundary here, but… you shouldn’t be ashamed of what you can do. Don’t be afraid of it. Whatever it is, no matter how ridiculous it is, it’s a wonderful thing. I... used to hate my skill, you know. But one year ago I came to this circus and met the fist mage that actually impressed me, a great illusionist named Namjoon— he made me see that maybe it’s not so bad to be like this. He showed me that it can be a good thing. That it can help yourself and others.”
You blush as you see the way they hold hands a little bit tighter — you do not remember that part. But then the smile in your younger self’s face grows noticeably bigger, probably due to a positive shift in the boy’s emotions, and a warmth full of satisfaction swells up your chest.
“Promise me that you’re going to stop ignoring what you truly are. Losing yourself is not worth whatever struggles you might face. You could also, um… take a look around the circus tonight. Go see how nice it can be, and how much we enjoy doing what we do.”
The masked boy nods and slowly lets go. Taehyung snaps his fingers again, only to reveal the empty and darkened inside of your tent, and you slowly walk outside before turning in his direction, feeling silently astounded. He is smiling, though his expression is smaller and shier than before.
“That was you, wasn’t it?” you ask quietly.
“Yep,” he scratches the back of his head, cheeks turning darker with a blush. “I was having trouble controlling my abilities at the time, and… well, you can imagine how embarrassing it was when I accidentally showed people what I dreamt about. I got made fun of quite frequently. But enough of my sob story— thanks to you I was able to push through it and let a kid hold the moon tonight! How amazing is that?” he exclaims, beaming as he looks up at the dark sky. “My family doesn’t like mages, neither the friends I had for that matter, which is why I was hiding myself under that stupid attire that night. And I had this stupider office job that I didn’t even know what was about. Still don’t know to this day, honestly.”
You smile gently, walking alongside him as his words swim within the walls of your mind. The noise of the circus fills the atmosphere, and laughter and loud voices ring cheerfully from every direction. His presence is starting to become more and more comforting, though knowing that you helped him become what he is today still feels too preposterous to believe. That fact, added to his honest words about his previous life, give you too much to wonder to be able to mutter a response.
As if on cue, he pokes at your temple playfully, making you blink at him.
“You think too much, don’t you?”
“I mean, that’s my job,” you smile, looking down. “I read emotions, and I think about them so I can help others.”
“Uh-uh. Don’t say that again.”
“What?”
“That’s my job,” he repeats, halting his steps. You stop in front of him, frowning as he raises his eyebrows. “It’s not your job. It’s your gift, silly.”
You part your lips, feeling slightly offended. “Of course it is— hey, what are you doing?”
“I’m making you fly,” he smiles playfully, holding your hand so you don’t float away. “Workplaces don’t allow people to fly. That’s a fact. Which means this is not a workplace. Hence not a job.”
“You’re an illusionist, you can’t make people fly,” you huff, racking your brain to figure out how the hell he’s doing it.
“Hush, I can. Don’t think about it, just enjoy the way your feet don’t touch the ground.”
It is enjoyable, in some bizarre way. Though that might have more to do with Taehyung’s hand and the strange, warm feeling he’s oozing, one you have not felt yourself but recognize from the countless hands you hold each day. It makes your heart pump strongly in ways that remind you of your first days in the Magic Circus, when it was all new and exciting, when Namjoon’s illusions had just made you realize that you wanted to love and nourish your magic, to use it for great, big things, just like everyone else in this place did.
And no, it is not love. But it certainly feels similar to it.
Taehyung is smiling and you cannot help but smile back, a grin that feels loose and genuine in your face, and for the first time in ages do you remember how nice it feels to let your magic flow and surge freely, as if it had a mind of its own.
Your smile falters when you notice a bunch of colorful flowers growing around you two — making you frown as the blush on your face deepens considerably.
“That’s a little bit too much, Taehyung.”
He blinks, smile faltering as he looks around in confusion. “Wow— that isn’t me.”
Eyes widening, your embarrassment spreads furiously as you hear Jimin’s laughter twinkling behind you, and Taehyung quickly allows you to step down again so you can glare at your friend. The illusionist has not let go of your hand yet, and you can feel his own fluster mixing with your own, though there is also a bit of joy in them.
“I’m sorry, but that looked so cute I almost threw up— I just had to,” Jimin chuckles. “Glad you’re getting along with your new coworker.”
“Shut up— and he’s not a coworker,” you say, crossing your arms above your chest. Jimin gives a satisfied nod at that, as if hoping for that kind of answer.
“Well, me and a few others are going to grab some dinner — if you guys want to join us you’re welcome, though I understand if you want to keep looking at each other all night. Won’t judge.”
You look at Taehyung, ignoring your awkwardness as you give him a questioning smile. He nods eagerly, eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Hell yes, my time to impress the other mages has come,” Taehyung quickly joins Jimin as the latter laughs, and you roll your eyes as you quickly follow them. You listen to their conversation with a smile, heart swelling. “Would it be too much if I made one of them hold the moon?”
“Definitely,” Jimin replies. “Act normal and they will like you. Not sure about Yoongi, though.”
Their conversation flows naturally and you listen to it quietly, looking up and observing the round moon in all of its dimmed splendor. Illusions can be stunning, and Taehyung’s are definitely one of the best you have ever seen, but maybe the real thing is not too bad either.
You smile to yourself, already aware that you will definitely be taking more nights off from now on, especially if they involve a boy that likes to shoot for the stars.
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I don’t know anything about movies so do it. :-D answer as many as you can from 1-60
Oh my gooooodddddd. Soph this will be my death. Okay, okay, I got this.
1. A movie you’ve seen most times in the cinema.
I’ve never seen a movie more than once in theater, but I kind of wish that I would’ve gone to see Gifted more than once bc crying in the theater is an e x p e r i e n c e.
2. Your most rewatched movie.
Captain America: The Winter Soldier
3. A movie you quote on a daily basis.
I just quoted Mean Girls earlier today.
4. Favorite movie soundtrack.
The Greatest Showman.
5. Top 5 films of your favorite actor and actress.
I’ll choose Sebastian Stan for this (even tho Richard Armitage is my favorite):
-the Bronze
-I, Tonya
-the Martian
-the Captain America trilogy
-Gone
Meg Ryan:
-Fan Girl
-Anastasia
-Sleepless in Seattle
-You’ve Got Mail
-City of Angels
6. Top 5 performances of your favorite actor and actress.
Seb’s are the same except replace Gone with Political Animals, his performance as TJ is iconic and I’m so sad they ended that show. Meg’s are the same too.
7. A movie storyline you wished you had actually lived.
I’ve always dreamt of being apart of the Fast & Furious movies soooo
8. A movie that reminds you of your mom.
Any of the Star Wars.
9. A movie thar reminds you of your dad.
Grease.
10. Favorite movies from your childhood.
My parents didn’t care what I really watched as a kid so a lot of my favorites consist of actual kids movies and horror movies. Disney movies like Robin Hood (I loved both Disney’s version and Prince of Thieves), Mulan, Cinderella, Aladdin, Lion King 2. And then other movies like Underworld, Van Helsing, Halloween, and Resident Evil. I had a strange obsession with the third Resident Evil.
11. Favorite quote(s).
I can’t remember the exact line, but “that kid from Brooklyn who didn’t know how to walk away from a fight, I’m following him,” which Bucky says to Steve in the first Cap film. And obv any Mean Girls quote.
12. Top 5 female performances.
-Hayley Atwell as Peggy Carter-Emilia Clarke in Me Before You-Helen Mirren in Winchester-Michelle Pfeiffer in Grease 2-Michelle Pfeiffer in Stardust
13. Top 5 male performances.
-Martin Freeman as Everett Ross-Benedict Cumberbatch as Stephen Strange-Sebastian Stan in the Bronze-Leonardo DiCaprio in the Departed-Jack Nicholson in the Departed
14. Favorite year for movies.
I don’t think I have a specific year? Although 2018 has been a fantastic year for movies so far. I do have a preference for movies from 90s and early 2000s.
18. An underrated actor.
A year ago I would’ve said Sebastian Stan, but he’s recently been doing a lot of big things and has like four movies he’s doing that he plays a main character in. Now I’ll shoot for Blair Redford.
19. An underrated actress.
Emilia Clarke. People need to appreciate her more.
20. An underrated director.
Taika Waititi.
21. An overrated actor.
I’ve never cared for George Clooney tbh.
22. An overrated actress.
I love her, but Scarlett Johansson.
23. An overrated director.
Woody Allen. Not even sorry.
24. A film you wish you had seen on the big screen.
Every MCU movie besides Guardians of the Galaxy and Black Panther. I watched Black Panther with my sister and saw Guardians at a drive-in. I had to wait to see all the others :(
25. A movie you’ve seen that you think no one else here will have heard of?
Like Sunday, Like Rain. Please watch it. It’s absolutely amazing.
26. Favorite movie characters.
Oh my gosh. Okay. Doctor Strange. Bucky Barnes. Thorin Oakenshield. Lance Tucker. Everett Ross. Jason Bourne. Owen and Deckard Shaw. There’s more, but that’s who I can think of rn.
27. A film that was better than the book.
I personally prefer the Hobbit movies over the book, but the book is great too.
28. Best Remake.
The Goodbye Girl!
29. Your first favorite actor.
I wanna say it’s Josh Hartnett? Maybe Paul Rudd?? I loved the Halloween movies as a kid and Josh was in H2O while Paul was in the Curse of Michael Myers and I loved them both. As a kid I didn’t really care much about the actors, but I’ve realized a lot of people I liked in movies as a kid are now some of my favorites.
30. Your first favorite actress.
Like I said, loved the Halloween movies. Jamie Lee Curtis. Also Milla Jovavich.
31. Favorite animated film.
I will always, with my entire heart, love Lion King 2. I still have the VHS tape.
32. Your most anticipated films.
Ocean’s 8. Robin Hood. Solo. Ant-Man and the Wasp. Incredibles 2. I wasn’t that into Venom, but after seeing the trailer, I’m pumped.
33. Last movie that disappointed you.
The Apparition was made a while back, but i didn’t watch it til recent and I really didn’t like it whatsoever.
34. Last movie that surpassed your expectations.
Like the Apparition, Dance of the Dead was made a while ago, but I watched it about two months back and oh. My. God. It was glorious. Watch it. It’ll be worth it.
37. Share an unpopular film opinion you have.
I love romance and I don’t mind seeing it in movies that don’t necessarily need it. I mean, of course I draw the line somewhere, but for example, Kili and Tauriel’s romance in the films? I know it wasn’t in the book, and a lot of people didn’t like it, but I loved it.
38. Favorite Oscar win/speech.
This is a tie between two speeches that happened right after one another at the 2017 Oscars. Gael García Bernal’s speech before presenting an award, and the Zootopia directors’ speech when they came up to accept that award. It’s truly a wonderful thing and I remember watching it and being so grateful for people like them.
39. Biggest Oscar snub(s).
Literally. Every. Time. Leonardo. DiCaprio. Lost.
40. Who do you think is overdue for another Oscar nomination/win?
Tom Hanks.
41. How many movies have you seen (rough estimation)?
Close to 1,000, I’d think.
42. A movie that made you go ‘wtf was that’.
The Apparition and The Shape of Water. At least The Shape of Water was actually good 👀👀
43. A film that scarred you.
Oh my god, I don’t know the name, but it was something that was on tv at like 2 am when I slept in the living room one time as a kid and it terrified me. It was something about werewolves and made me question my love of werewolves for days.
44. Most movies watched in a single day.
I once watched 7 of the Fast & Furious movies in one day.
45. A film that always makes you cry.
Gifted. I cried three times when I saw it in theaters and I cry every time I rewatch it.
46. A film that always makes you laugh.
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
47. Movies that you think everyone should watch (not necessarily your favorites).
The Jason Bourne series. 10 Things I Hate About You. Blended. Back to School.
48. A movie that took you a couple viewings to appreciate.
Princess & the Frog. Now it’s one of my favorite Disney movies.
49. A book that you want to see adapted to the big screen.
Either I’ll Give You The Sun by Jandy Nelson or Stalking Jack The Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco.
50. A book you really, really, really don’t want to see made into a film.
I love the third Percy Jackson book so so much, and I’d kill to see that scene where they’re all on Apollo’s sun chariot on the big screen, but if it turned out like the other two Percy Jackson movies I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself.
54. Favorite coming-of-age film.
Like Sunday, Like Rain.
55. Favorite superhero film.
The first Captain America just bc it’s nostalgic for both me and those characters, and Doctor Strange. I love the Winter Soldier too so I might as well include it.
57. Movies you know you should watch, but can’t bring yourself to do it?
Thor: Ragnarok. That’s the only one I’m absolutely sure that I need to watch.
58. Favorite genres.
I’m a big rom-com and action geek tbh.
59. Least favorite genres.
Not a huge fan of paranormal type horrors, but once in a while I’ll find one I like (like Winchester).
60. Biggest movie pet peeve.
I’m not too picky, I guess? I just don’t like when they don’t give enough details so the story doesn’t make sense or they mess up and the facts don’t match up.
Yep. It’s official. Sophia, I’m dead.
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