#wolfs disney scribbles

[wolfjustdraws]

so I just watched the live action lil mermaid (don't ask me about it or I will go on a rant) SO prepare yallselves for the lil mermaid lco au none of yall asked for!

and yes this Tumblr post is all the au u will get, I wish I had the motivation to write a whole fic however I haven't had any ficwriting motivation in a while and I still wanna get this out there

because I like to change things up in aus based on existing ip for the sake of living it up, this is the story of Anthony Lockwood, a young merman, prince of the sea, who is obsessed with humans - he finds them to be such fascinating creatures, just like his parents did before him, but he and all the rest of Atlantica are forbidden of interacting with humans by his older sister, Queen of the oceans Jessica Lockwood, after the former king and queen were killed by fishermen 

this doesn't stop Lockwood from collecting human stuff that falls from ships or that he finds in shipwrecks, wondering about human life and wishing he could learn all about it for his parents’ sake, to get the knowledge they so readily died for

this drives him to interact with a passing ship where he spies a bunch of humans celebrating, becoming entranced by one such female human among the crew

this human is Lucy Carlyle, youngest daughter of the queen of a pathetically small and insignificant Caribbean island. A lifetime of being ignored as the seventh in line for her family’s puny title led her to find friendships with the common folk of her island, most of which work as fishermen. Today is her birthday and she’s chosen to celebrate in one of the many boats she usually works in with her peers, dancing and drinking until a terrible storm rocks the sea into a frenzy. Lightning strikes a fire on the boat, forcing everyone to evacuate to the lifeboats.

unable to see the young woman drowned, Lockwood takes the princess and follows the boats back to the island, laying her down in the sand. Seeing as she’s terribly wounded and cold sick, he uses his Siren song, an ability legendarily used by sirens and mermaids to beckon fishermen to the sea so they drown, to heal her, making sure she’s found before he leaves

after this event Jessica could tell something was changed about her brother - his sharp nature suddenly dulled with daydreaming, and wonders if his stubborn attitude has finally been met with the stinging needle of love. She’s sorely disappointed to find it so, not with a fellow oceanid, but a human girl. In a desperate attempt to keep her brother safe, she destroys the secret collection of human junk his treasured

betrayed and hurt, Lockwood’s approached by a strange kelpie. She claims to have been an old friend of his parents who wishes nothing more than to aid her old friend’s beloved son in his our of need. A striking siren by the name of Marissa, she promises him to make his wish come true with magic almost as powerful as his sister’s - she can make him a human. 

blinded by the possibility of seeing the girl his so infatuated by, Lockwood readily signs Marissa’s impossible contract; trading his Siren song/voice for legs, vowing to procure a true love’s kiss from the princess before the third sunset. he manages to swim back towards the island he took her to, and is quickly found by the townspeople, assuming he’d been shipwrecked from a trading ship, those pass a lot by the isle on their routes 

since her rescue, princess Lucy had been all but obsessed with finding the mysterious man who saved her. It was nothing short of expected that she’d want to thank them, but the longer time passed since, the more seemed to go deeper than that to her friends. A growing desperation drove her to ask her family’s limited resources to search for him again and again, all throughout the island and the neighboring ones - Siren’s songs do have addictive qualities, probably the reason they were used in legend to compel fishermen to jump off their boats when they heard it

on one day she's about to search for the mystery man, she finds the townspeople helping a castaway who’d just washed up shore. Awash with empathy, she offers him a stay at her family’s modest manor, hoping that a comfortable bed, a safe roof and warm food might shake off the horrors he lived enough to restore his voice 

despite her mind still being desperate to find the man who saved her, Lucy can't help but be taken by the castaway, mute though he is, and how he seems to be intrigued by everything around him - unable to express a single thought yet so clearly filled with ideas and emotions and desires - its endearing. she allows herself to be pulled away from her quest yet a second day in favor of showing him the small island, introducing him to her friends and watching him discover the world like it was new 

by the end of the day she finds herself exploring the few inhabited areas of the isle where flora thrives the most with him, enjoying a quiet row boat jaunt. somehow she felt at peace there, just listening to the singing of crickets and the water rippling under them with a man who’s name she didn’t even know but whom it felt like she knew better than anyone else. there was something about him that gave her a strange feeling, one she’d never known - despite all the things they saw that day, his eyes always returned to her, his attention always came back to her. even now, faced with the beauty of a perfect night, he seemed to have eyes only for her. He spoke without words, a language that seemed to be made only for her and that she longed to understand 

even the row boat getting tipped couldn’t ruin the night for her as she led him back to the manor, soaking wet and laughing, wishing him a good night. it wasn't much later that night that, while watching the sea out from her window, she’d hear the same melodiously masculine voice that spoke to her on the day she was rescued, and the Siren song’s hold on her would be revived once more into a frenzied bliss, finally finding the man 

the next morning Lockwood wakes up to the manor’s loud preparations for a party, hearing the few servants around talk about the youngest princess having finally found the man who’d rescued her and her desire to wed him immediately. Despite the unfortunate interruption they’d suffered last night, Lockwood couldn’t have been more happy that he’d managed make her see the truth - he had saved her! he loved her! he wanted to be with her in this magnificent island of hers forever!

he searched for her to express his delight, only to find her and her family discussing the wedding, another man’s arm around her. 

maybe he misread the signs. maybe he should have been more forward, however he could have done it without his voice, but he’d lost. he’d lost her. she’d fallen for another man, and he’d have to return to the ocean

idk who the fuck is the seagull, i didnt think that part bUT WHOEVER IT IS TELLS HIM ABOUT THE WITCH OR WTHEVER

lockwood hurries back to the Carlyle’s manor, intent on stopping the wedding. Just before the third sunset he manages to tear the necklace off the guy’s neck, releasing his Siren song

the spell of the Siren song breaks and lucy finally recognizes lockwood, not just as the guy who saved her, but the guy shes really in love with, and she runs forth to embrace him-

the sun sets and lockwood doubles over in pain. he looks down to see his legs tear off his clothes, transforming back into a single long tail. the guy transforms back into Marissa, the sea witch, who quickly makes her way back to the sea, dragging lockwood back with her

big fight happens, i dont particularly care about this part, all u need to know is yes lucy stabs marissa with a sunken boat, that bitch basically becomes fried fish

jessica sees how affected her brother is having to leave that human girl behind and decides to give him his human legs back so he can live with her

[zappkisser-remade]

“Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?”

Not me <<

[poisonouswritings]

I'm writing a once upon a time au with Sage 🫡 I like it, very beautiful. U can find it on ao3 👍

Yes I'm promoting ty

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44185960

How are you ozzy!!!!!

-Disney anon

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Aw, that's cute! I don't really know anything about Once Upon A Time but I like your story so far!

I'm actually gonna go on a separate tangent here but it's still storybook/fantasy related,,,

There's a game called Night of the Full Moon where (depending on the game mode) you play as Little Red Riding Hood. Your best friend is the Little Carpenter, aka Jerry. In the original game, you're trying to discover the secret of the Black Forest and why people are disappearing/turning into monsters/find your Grandma. In the normal ending, you cycle through fighting a Witch, A Priest (those two are working together to kill you because you have magic blood and you're the only one that can purify the corruption they cast), a Werewolf (who keeps insisting he didn't take your grandma and he doesn't want to fight you), and the final boss is the Cursed Werewolf (who initially possesses your Grandmother to kill the Priest, and then tries to get you to join him to kill the Priest's congregation, who are all either cluelessly complicit or malicious). The True Ending involves you discovering Jerry is actually the werewolf (the son of the Cursed Werewolf, but neither of them are aware of it). You have to defeat the corrupted Forest Spirit in order to purify the forest/save everyone. Jerry (who is in love with Red but was always too afraid to tell her) sacrifices himself to protect you from the Forest Spirit's spell, and the story ends with him dying.

The sequel (called The Wishing Night) starts talking about how Red knows Jerry isn't really gone, and she'll stop at nothing to find him. A map is delivered to her (we don't know by who, but I have some guesses) that details a magical cave that's accessible on the night of the full moon. Deep within the cavern is a Wish God. If you can defeat him, he'll grant you a wish. There are two bosses you have to fight; the first is the Wolf Illusion. The illusion uses Jerry's voice and some of his voice lines from the original ('I don't wanna hurt you!' 'Don't push me!' etc) aND ALSO ONE OF THE LINES IS 'Little Red Riding Hood... I-' AND THEN IT FUCKING CUTS AND I KNOW HE WAS GONNA CONFESS BUT THEN HE FUCKING DOESNT AND I SCREECHED A LITTLE THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT BECAUSE I WASNT EXPECTING IT AND IT HURT MY HEART. AND THEN THERE'S ANOTHER LIKE WHERE HE SAYS 'WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!' AND I BAWL. Anyways once you defeat the Illusion, you learn it was actually the 'Wish God' who was trying to trap you in an illusion to steal your powers. But since you won the fight, he offers you a wish. You wish to see what happened to Jerry and you just see him getting killed by the Forest Spirit again. You ask where Jerry is now and the Wish God says he'll give you one more chance, so you have to go through the battle map again. When you do, you get the option to fight The Eye Of Truth. When you beat him you get this message

Which is the end of Wishing Night and now we're waiting for the next chapter. There's also a whole concurrently-running plot where the Queen of the kingdom (who we're just meeting for the first time so we don't know much about her) enters the Wish Cave to try and find a cure for her ailing husband, the King, at the same time as Red. Apparently she has an enchanted voice and the Wish God wants her power, so he takes the form of the King to trap her in an illusion. When you defeat the Eye of Truth, you get this message

Which I'm assuming sets us up for whatever the next chapter is gonna be.

So. Uh. I've maybe scribbled up an AU where Sage is Jerry and MC is Red. Alternatively, Lucan could be Jerry and Sage could be Red.

Anyways I'm back from dealing with my grandparents, which was frustrating and depressing. Hope classes are going good!

[moonlightfoxs-cantina]

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Tag Game

@writingforcurrentobsessions2 thanks for the tag, loves 💕✨

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August by Taylor Swift.

Currently working on:

Nothing. I would love to get into writing fics but I just don’t have the time or motivation for it 😅

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lots of fanfics

The silent patient by Alex Michaelides.

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The invitation. It’s a pretty good movie. I mean…. It has vampires so 😏

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I have a lot of favorite colors. It’s hard for me to pick one lol. Some of them are: all shades of pink and purple, emerald green, sage green, ruby, gold, silver, periwinkle. It just depends on how I’m feeling.

I tag @scribble-dribble-writes @scarabgrant @dailyreverie @loverspidey @spacecowboyhotch and anyone else who wants to do it !

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The Empire State Building lighting up for the midnights album release 💕🥹

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Not even a minute into werewolf by night and I’m already head over heels for Jack Russell 🥹✋. He’s my wolf boy now 🌕🐺❤️.

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Disney+ is plus is so foul for playing with my emotions by recommending moon knight after I finished watching werewolf by night ✋

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My #1 post of 2022

Me and my cousins trying to find something to watch.

Me: well we could watch-

Them: ABSOLUTELY NOT! WE ARE NOT WATCHING DISNEY OR MARVEL OR STAR WARS OR JURASSIC WORLD OR THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN OR CONJURING OR DOLPHIN TALE OR HUNGER GAMES OR HEARTSTOPPER OR CRIMINAL MINDS OR MODERN FAMILY !

Me: ok ;(

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[erikitty]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Walt Disney Beginning Reader vol 3 Pinocchio's Promise Fist Edition 1985.

[luna-eclipse2000]

Drawing Pains

Jean x reader

You walk into Jean’s studio apartment in New York after your last class finished for the day. “Jean?” You call out. “I’m here.”

He has a regular apartment that he shares with two of his classmates but this is the place where he comes to draw and paint in peace. Well as much peace you can get in New York with everyone honking their horns because of how impatient they are. You walk further into the apartment when there’s no response. “Jean?” There’s still no response so you take it that he’s out getting something. You decide to walk around and take a look at all his art. It’s like your own personal art museum.

He’s got drawings of animals like a horse (Eren wrote “How fitting. A horse face drawing a horse’s face” and Jean tried to scribble it out but it would’ve ruined the drawing further), a few cats, a wolf, and a turtle. Then he’s painted some scenery like the Hudson River and the buildings behind it, the Empire State Building, some upstate places, and Broadway. Then he’s got some drawings and paintings of other people (he wouldn’t stop apologizing to you because his professor wouldn’t allow him to use you as the model). Finally, you come across his drawings of you. The first one you see is you sitting in a café looking out the window with the sun shining down on your face. The next one is you posing outside the Eiffel Tower from your high school graduation trip. Then you see one of you at Disney World standing outside Cinderella’s castle wearing a Minnie Mouse Dress, but you know that Jean was in that picture with you. He asked a passerby if they could take the picture. Guess he only wanted to draw you.

You wanted to dry and draw him for a change so you looked around and found a pad of paper and a pencil, then you pulled out your phone and chose your favourite picture of Jean which was him wearing a flower crown you made him on your first date, and started to get to work.

~~~~~

The finished project definitely isn’t as good as Jean’s so you’re a bit embarrassed. “(y/n)?” Jean calls into the apartment. “Sorry I’m late. Mr. Parker asked me to stay behind and clean up.”

You quickly crumple up the paper and toss it in the trash before going over to him. “Hey, Jean. How was your day?”

“It was good.” Jean responds. “You ready to go?”

You nod. “We getting pizza?”

“Nope, we’re eating at a restaurant.” Jean tells you as he grabs your hand. “I mean, you can probably get pizza there if you want.”

You nod again and then the both of you head out.

~~~~~

Jean returns to the studio after the date to finish up his latest art project for school. He digs in his inner jacket pocket and pulls out the red velvet box that contains an engagement ring. He meant to propose at dinner but chickened out. He places the box on his desk when he notices a new piece of paper in his trash can. Curious, he bends down and takes the paper out to examine it. When it’s fully opened up, he smiles at the drawing that you obviously drew before he arrived. He finds it cute that you tried to draw him and while he knows you don’t like it, he adores it and immediately places the drawing into his art folder to look at when he’s stressed or upset. He opts to not tell you that he found the drawing because he doesn’t want you to get embarrassed, and then continues on painting.

~A year later~

After Jean found the drawing, during your next date out, he finally asked you to marry him to which you gladly accepted. You actually tackled him to the ground before he could put the ring on your finger. So now you’re in your brand new house and just moving boxes and furniture. “Honey? Can you grab my wallet and pull out two $10 bills to tip the movers?” Jean asks from the living room. “Sure!” You respond and go into the kitchen to grab his wallet off the counter. You take out the money but then see a folded up piece of paper so you take it out and after you open it, you see the picture you drew last year. “I thought I threw this out!”

“(y/n)?” Jean calls out. “My wallet eat you?”

“I’m coming!” You reply as you walk into the living room and hand the two movers the money. “Thank you!” Jean thanks them as they leave. He then turns to you. “Seriously, what took you so long?”

“I found…” You say and then hold up the drawing. “this. How’d you get it? I threw it away.”

“Yeah, but I noticed the addition to my trash can.” Jean explains. “But why do you have it?” You ask. “It’s horrible!”

“I think it’s cute.” Jean responds. “It was in my art folder but I decided that putting in my wallet would be better since I always have my wallet on me.”

“You don’t seriously mean that?” You ask. “This is the definition of a shit drawing.”

“Well I find it endearing that you wanted to draw me.” Jean assures you. “Would you like me to teach you how to draw so you can feel more confident?”

You nod quickly. “Yes, please.”

“Alright, then.” Jean says. “Let’s find my art supplies.”

[unorthodoxdeity]

There is a song that I spent 5 years (rough estimate) looking for, found again, and promptly LOST once again and I am so upset about it.

The song is japanese. I do not speak japanese. The title is something along the lines of "the beast and the beauty" or something. When I loom that up, even when translated into japanese, I get Disney's version of the beauty and the beast but in japanese.

The song is a man and a woman singing a duet in what sounds like a shakey voice and the music video has a black background and is animated in like rainbow scribbles. I remember like a rainbow eye and a beast wolf drawing which is REALLY taunting because it looks eerily similar to this

or this

"Where did you even find this song" I hear you cry. IT WAS IN SOME RANDOM DUDE'S KITCHEN HOUSE TOUR VIDEO THING. I would find that video but the only thing I remember from the title is him calling it wabi sabi, which sounds like it would be a very easy find in concept but oh my god. There are. So many bots. There are so many stale architecture people. I'm not even talking like stale like they're going about explaining the concept it's a very interesting and beautiful concept it's just like. rich people doing their thing. and it's so disingenuous. Sometimes you'll get a silent slow living vlog but those only serve to tempt me more thinking that maybe. just maybe. I found the dude who posted this tour all those years ago.

[oddarin]

It is one of the most meaningless thing I’ve done in time - all least-to-most ranks and just characters’ fact answers (those that with no pictures) from oficial Ask Arcana gathered in one place. Have no idea what that information could be used for and if it even useful but it kept me occupied and distracted from some life shit for a while, so let it be.

who is most to least likely to enjoy the movie Frozen? Lucio, Portia, Julian, Asra, Muriel, Nadia

Out of the cast, who is the most to least likely to be the jealous type? Portia, Lucio, Muriel & Nadia (tied), Julian, Asra

would you like to rank the characters from who cries most to least ugly? like from sniveling to shoujo manga tears? Muriel, Lucio, Julian, Portia, Asra, Nadia

who is the most to least superstitious Portia, Julian, Nadia, Lucio, Asra, Muriel

most to least excited to be at a WWE event Portia, Lucio, Asra, Julian, Nadia, Muriel

From worst to best at handling children Nadia, Lucio, Muriel, Asra, Portia, Julian

From worst to best for alcohol tolerance Muriel, Asra, Lucio, Julian, Portia, Nadia

Character ranking from best at keeping secrets to loose-liped gossip? Asra, Muriel, Nadia, Lucio, Portia, Julian

best to worst dancers? Asra, Portia, Julian, Nadia, Lucio, Muriel

Most to Least likely to slap you for stealing a mcnugget Nadia, Lucio, Asra, Portia, Julian, Muriel

Least to most likely to eat something weird (read: probably shouldn't be eaten) because of a dare? Nadia, Julian, Muriel, Lucio, Portia, Asra and not even on a dare

how old are each of the revealed characters? everyone is old, but in order of least old to most old: Asra, Portia, Muriel, Julian, Lucio, Nadia

Who's the best kisser? Who's the worst? Best kisser: Faust (good snake smooches) Worst kissers: Mercedes and Melchior (too much cronch)

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If the main 6 played MTG what color decks would they play? Asra: Blue Nadia: White Julian: Black (Portia made his for him) Portia: White/Green Muriel: Green Lucio: Red

How did cast look as babies? Nadia: The best baby, perfect in form and function Asra: A cute baby, always looking around Julian: Not the most handsome baby, a little gangly Portia: Round, squealing delightful baby Lucio: Red-faced screaming awful baby Muriel: Sturdy and well insulated for the long winter

Of the main six characters, which ones are capable of juggling and which ones would absolutely love doing needlepoint? capable of juggling: Portia, Asra, Muriel absolutely love doing needlepoint: Nadia, Julian incapable of juggling/ absolutely hate doing needlepoint: Lucio

what would the cast choose as their job in the mmo final Fantasy XIV? Julian: Dragoon Asra: Astrologian Lucio: Ninja, but he messes up the mudras Nadia: Machinist Portia: Summoner Muriel: Paladin

What would be the favorite attractions/rides of the cast at Disney? Julian: Pirates of the Caribbean Asra: Astro Orbiter Lucio: Tower of Terror (RIP) Muriel: Matterhorn Portia: California Screamin' Nadia: Carousel of Progress

What do the rest of the cast smell like? Nadia: Les Larmes Sacree Du Thebes by Baccarat Asra: Lord of Misrule Lush Shower Cream Julian: Leather seats in a rental car Portia: Cocoa butter and laundry soap Lucio: Fireball, Axe body spray & ass Muriel: myrrh

What board game would The Arcana gang be? Nadia: Clue Asra: Twister Julian: Sorry! Portia: Mouse Trap Lucio: Monopoly Muriel: Guess Who

Who do all the cast main in over watch? Nadia: Ana Asra: Sombra Julian: Reaper Portia: Zarya Muriel: Bastion Lucio: Genji

If everyone participated in a Winter Olympic sport, which one would they be in? Nadia: figure skate (singles) Asra: snowboarding Julian: alpine ski Portia: freestyle ski Muriel: luge Lucio: ice hockey

Main casts Starbucks orders? Julian: Black coffee and he flirts with the barista until it’s ready. Nadia: London Fog Latte. She comes in at exactly 8 every morning. Asra: Matcha latte unless there’s a new radioactive-looking Frappuccino flavor and then he gets that. Muriel: Waiting outside in the car, asks Asra to get him a water. Asra comes back with a hot chocolate and a cake pop. Muriel grumbles but accepts them every time. Lucio: Salted Caramel Mocha extra whip extra sprinkles nonfat no foam soy upside down actually coconut milk instead and then he yells at you if you get it wrong. Portia: Pink Drink and all the baristas get excited when she walks in because they love her and she always tips.

The cast as Kanye songs Nadia: Power Lucio: No Church in the Wild Asra: Love Lockdown Julian: Heartless Portia: Paranoid Muriel: Coldest Winter

Which characters would be in the fire, water, earth, and air nations? Slightly different from what you asked, but: Asra - waterbender Nadia - airbender Julian & Portia - non-benders Muriel - Earthbender Lucio - Firebender

What kind of parents are the cast at their child’s soccer game? Nadia: standing on the sidelines in sunglasses and heels biting her thumbnail and watching every move on the field because she doesnt trust the ref Asra: cheers whenever anything happens, takes as many kids as can fit in the car out for ice cream but doesn’t check with the parents Julian: chats up the other parents relentlessly and isn’t watching when his kid gets hit in the face with the ball Portia: “cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon AW WHAT WAS THAT” Muriel: watching from the parking lot inside the car Lucio: yelling on the phone the whole time, spills all 24 oz of his salted caramel mocha on the bench and doesn’t do anything about it

Which Disney movie is the favorite of each of the cast? Nadia: Fantasia 2000 Asra: The Emperor’s New Groove Julian: Muppet Treasure Island Portia: Muppet Treasure Island Muriel: The Fox and the Hound Lucio: Cinderella 2: Dreams Come True

what kind of youtube channel would each character have (letsplay, cooking, craft, etc)? Asra: very unstructured mostly-cooking channel that also features videos of him just eating weird things, and videos of Faust existing and being cute Nadia: beauty guru with very polished high-end editing Julian: doesn’t know how to use youtube but Portia made an account for him and uploads her shaky/blurry phone videos of his jazz performances Portia: likes and comments on all of Nadia’s videos while occasionally posting cute cat vids Muriel: does not have an internet connection Lucio: extremely loud letsplayer, mostly FPS

What would the cast be as animal crossing villagers? Muriel: Cranky Bear Julian: Smug Eagle Portia: Uchi Cat Nadia: Snooty Ostrich Asra: Lazy Wolf Lucio: Jock Goat

What Fire Emblem Fates' classes would each character be? Asra - Diviner Nadia - Priestess Julian - Adventurer Portia - Maid Muriel - Wolfskin Lucio - Berserker

if the arcana cast were naruto characters, which ones would they be Portia: Naruto Muriel: Gaara Lucio: Orochimaru Julian: Itachi Asra: Kakashi Nadia: Fancy Shikamaru

If the characters of arcana watched rupaul's drag race who would be their faves? Nadia: bebe, raja, peppermint Asra: yara, aja, adore Julian: nina bo’nina, sasha, raven Portia: chichi, bob, ginger Lucio: willam, kimora, mimi imfurst Muriel: Latrice Royale

WHAT ARE THE CHARAS PREFERRED FLAVOR OF ICE CREAM? Nadia: Lavender Lemon Asra: Rainbow Sorbet Julian: Pistachio Portia: Cookie Dough Muriel: Rocky Road Lucio: Red Velvet

Please please arcana cast as mcr songs Lucio: It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish Julian: Thank You For The Venom Asra: Welcome To The Black Parade Muriel: House of Wolves Nadia: You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison Portia: Give Em Hell Kid

What are the characters going to be for Halloween? Asra - glow-in-the-dark mermaid Nadia - [elegant ballgown interpretation of] a swan Julian - tortured vampire/werewolf hybrid Muriel - sheet ghost Portia - ninja turtle Lucio - slutty angel Faust - a very long hot dog

If you had to assign the characters from the Arcana to characters from Labyrinth who would they be? Nadia: Jareth Asra: Sara Julian: Sir Didymus Portia: Hoggle Muriel: Ludo Lucio: The Chilly Down birds

What's each character's favourite fruits? Nadia: Concord Grape Asra: Blue Raspberry Julian: Fig Portia: Banana Muriel: Lemon Lucio: Pomegranate

what's everyone's favorite season? Asra - spring Nadia - summer Julian - autumn Muriel - winter Portia - spring Lucio - summer

Who would the Arcana cast be in a cliche Noir Film? Nadia: boss with kinetic ball bearing desk ornament and brandy in the drawer Asra: first love turned old flame that you run into halfway around the world Julian: haggard scientist with an unbuttoned shirt scribbling on the walls Portia: wisecracking secretary who takes a bus a train and a ferry to work Muriel: ominous farmer that lets people use the phone after a car breaks down Lucio: raging starlet shattering a vase after being blacklisted by every studio

The Arcana cast as Michael Jackson songs? Nadia: Man in the Mirror Asra: You Are Not Alone Julian: Smooth Criminal Portia: Will You Be There Muriel: Ben Lucio: Bad

What would each character be in cats? This probably wasn’t supposed to be Cats the musical but if you think i’m gonna pass this up Nadia: None they’re all awful/ Munkustrap Asra: Mister Mistoffelees Julian: Macavity Portia: Jennyanydots Lucio: Rum Tum Tugger Muriel: Grizabella

what would their favorite emojis be? Asra: 🌚 Nadia: 🍷 Julian: 🎷 Portia: 👀 Muriel: 👁 Lucio: 💃💸😏👑

What panic at the disco songs describe each character best? Julian: Death of a Bachelor Asra: I Write Sins Not Tragedies Portia: She’s a Handsome Woman Nadia: Northern Downpour Lucio: Victorious Muriel: From a Mountain in the Middle of the Cabins

What stereotypes for a super cliché highschool do the characters fall into? Nadia: Valedictorian who has been doing independent study and hasn’t set foot in the building for the past two years Asra: Shows up late every class with loud ass Sunchips, does homework in glow in the dark gel pen Julian: Eats lunch with his teacher so they can keep talking about mitochondria Portia: Gets really hype about dances, always ends up fighting at dances Muriel: Puts away all the folding chairs that everyone left behind Lucio: Gets on the intercom to talk shit about the teacher who gave him a D+ on his plagiarized essay

What sports would the characters play? And would they be any good at those sports? Muriel: Any solitary sport. He likes track and shotput. Nadia: Swimming. She isn’t on a team, she just likes the water. Portia: Wrestling. She’s got a few championship belts. Julian: Grandma Devorak forced him to take One Sport in high school, and he chose long-distance running. Asra: Beach volleyball and snowboarding. He’s just there to have a good time. Lucio: Ice hockey, but he spends it mostly punching other players.

what dragons from books/movies/games match each character best, would you say? As for dragons, one of our writers plays Flight Rising obsessively so here’s every character as a Flight Rising breed. Asra: Fae Nadia: Imperial Lucio: Wildclaw Muriel: Guardian Julian: Skydancer Portia: Snapper

What is each character most likely to do with the mc when they're feeling 'unusually affectionate'? Nadia: feed them champagne grapes and engage them in conversation so she can watch them try to talk with their mouth full Asra: stare at them and stop acknowledging anyone or anything else Julian: preen and spoil them to the point of being a public embarrassment Portia: constant cuddly contact Muriel: follow them at a respectable distance Lucio: belt out an aria at the sight of them

What's everyone favorite manga if they read any in this world? Nadia: Rose of Versailles Asra: Yugioh Julian: Blackjack Portia: Ranma ½ Muriel: Hunter x Hunter Lucio: Berserk

how much does faust like all the characters? like, who does she like the most/least? does she like the main character at all? Faust adores the main character almost as much as she loves Asra. But if she had to choose from the rest: Most good smelling: Nadia Most fun to squeeze: Julian Most too big to eat: Muriel Most hard to hide from: Portia Most attackable: Lucio

what kind of drunk is everybody? Nadia: capable, professional drunk on the move. Never in the same room twice Asra: touchy-feely but won’t leave the couch, still somehow manages to catch on fire Julian: morphs into The Storyteller, everyone in earshot ends up caught in a dramatic reenactment of his life story waiting for him to take a breath but he never does Portia: makes 6 new friends in the bathroom line Muriel: moody, talks to no one, keeps taking everybody’s empty bottles out to the trash Lucio: the loudest, the drama, the legend, the first to dip out when the cops show up

Of the Characters: Who tells a dirty joke? Who doesn't understand it? Who is disgusted? Who laughs? Who hides a smile? Who gets annoyed? Lucio: tells a dirty joke Muriel: doesn’t understand it Julian: is disgusted Asra: laughs Portia: hides a smile Nadia: gets annoyed

What are the characters usual reactions when subbing their toes? Nadia: It Does Not Happen Asra: hops it off Julian: hissing, closes his eyes while he savors the pain Portia: (string of curses) “ok………. i’m fine” Muriel: doesn’t notice because his toes are too far away Lucio: shrieks, revenge kicks the wall, shrieks harder

what you think everyones deadly sin would be? the deadly cliches: Nadia - Pride Asra - Lust Julian - Wrath Portia - Envy Muriel - Sloth Lucio - Gluttony

On a scale of good to bad, who sings karaoke? Nadia has a silky voice with impeccable vibrato. But she only sings karaoke alone in the bath. Asra has an airy, intimate voice. He’s the worst at karaoke because he doesn’t even get up off the couch. Julian has very limited singing ability, but he will talk sing the whole way through if he has to. He’s great at duets, somehow. Portia has a throaty, powerful voice. She brings the house down with Heart and Bonnie Tyler ballads, even if she squeaks on the high notes. Muriel has a gravelly grumble that he is convinced is useless for singing and if you hand him the microphone he’ll drop it and go stand in the corner. Lucio has an overdone musical theater voice but he is tone deaf. He will shout out the high notes and power through the rest and if you try to skip his song there will be hell to pay

which social media platform which each character Prefer™ ? Asra - twitter (RTs a lot of memes and shitposts, posts incomprehensible dril-like tweets at 3am) Nadia - instagram (flawless makeup and aesthetic™) Julian - yahoo answers Portia - snapchat Muriel - what is social media Lucio - LinkedIn (you will NEVER stop getting email notifications from him)

what dnd classes would the cast be (like mage, assassin, cleric etc)? Nadia: Paladin Asra: Warlock Julian: Rogue Portia: Bard Muriel: Fighter Lucio: Barbarian

what would each characters spice girl name be Asra: Mystery Spice Nadia: Boss Spice Julian: Suffering Spice Portia: Sassy Spice Muriel: Surly Spice Lucio: Spicy Spice

how complicated is each character's personal hygiene routine? Nadia’s personal hygiene routine: an exact science and takes a practiced team of servants to execute. Julian’s personal hygiene routine: splashing his face 5-7 times and gargling with his famous mint vodka peroxide formula Asra’s personal hygiene routine: sticking his head underwater until he’s awake Portia’s personal hygiene routine: putting her hair in a bun and scrubbing herself with a cloth and bucket down by the frog pond Lucio’s personal hygiene routine: milk and caviar bath every 13 hours Muriel’s personal hygiene routine: standing in the pouring rain

What's everyone's favorite alcoholic drinks? Asra - St Germain, tequila, blue curaçao,  lime juice, hibiscus syrup (serve in a champagne flute or martini glass, garnished with a wildflower or tiny umbrella) Julian - whiskey, Kahlua, Grand Marnier, lemon juice (serve in a highball glass) Nadia - Chambord, white wine, seltzer (serve in a wine glass, chilled or on the rocks) Portia - beer & apple cider with a shot of rum (serve in a lowball glass) Muriel - Baileys, butterscotch schnapps, hot chocolate (serve warm, in your coziest mug) Lucio - Jägermeister & Goldschläger topped with overproof rum (serve as a flaming shot)

what would be each of the characters' favorite genre of music? Asra: Bossa Nova and EDM Nadia: Obscure Opera and Calming beach sounds Julian: 20 minute tracks of Quality Jazz Portia: Reggae and dad rock Muriel: New wave and white noise Lucio: Top 40 and Dark Funky Disco

who would the arcana characters be from mean girls?? Asra: the guy who asked what day it was Nadia: cady Julian: gretchen weiners Portia: janis Lucio: regina george Muriel: damian

Which Hogwarts house would each of the Main Cast belong in? Asra & Julian - Ravenclaw Nadia - Slytherin Portia & Muriel - Hufflepuff Lucio - Gryffindor

What would the characters modern!au job/career of choice be? Lucio owns and manages several nightclubs and has a trashy daytime talk show Asra does really low-budget magic shows at kids’ birthday parties by day, and DJs at one of Lucio’s clubs at night Nadia is the city mayor, an international chess champion, and concert pianist Portia works at Home Depot (used to be a waitress at Red Lobster but the tips were terrible), but she wants to be a zookeeper Julian is a doctor at an underfunded hospital with lots of drama Muriel lives off the grid in a broken-down van in the woods

Just due to mild curiosity what would be the casts favorite musicals? Asra - Legally Blonde: The Musical Nadia - Chicago Julian - Les Mis Muriel - Wicked Portia - Cats! Lucio - Phantom of the Opera / Kinky Boots (it’s a tie)

what cryptid is every character Asra = Chupacabra Julian = Mothman Nadia = Nessie Portia = Loveland Frog Muriel = Bigfoot Lucio = Jersey Devil

how would the game's characters celebrate the MC's birthday with them?? Asra would take them on a long journey without telling them where they were going (but would keep them entertained with riddles) to a scenic oasis, where he would pretend to drown so MC has to dive into the water and at the bottom is a magic flute that can summon a swarm of bees (their favorite!) Nadia would throw a tastefully brief festival in their honor. MC would be lavished with pampering (by professional pamperers) from dawn to dusk and when the clock struck midnight, they would be presented with seven bejeweled eagles (one for every day of the week) Julian would meet them for dinner in a shady tavern, bring them heaping plates of food and offer unsolicited advice for the coming year. About halfway through the meal he would have to scramble out the back door because law enforcement arrived on the scene but he’d put it an order in the kitchen to bring them something for dessert Lucio would declare the day a holiday and call it Day of the Beloved One of Lucio. They would have to sit uncomfortably still while a master artiste painted their portrait and a mile-long line of peasants laid gifts at their feet. Muriel doesn’t celebrate birthdays because time is a human construct Portia would throw a big loud party with a barbecue :D

Since it is soon, what would the characters do for Valentines day with us (the MC)? Nadia would take you on an elegant river cruise stocked with 130 varieties of tiny cake and a private crooner hired to serenade you but she would end up throwing them overboard for not hitting the high notes Asra would take you to the mall and splurge on all the stuff you both can’t afford but wait way too long to get lunch so you get into a fight and he proposes in the food court Julian would show up on the 15th after with all the candy he scored at 75% off, pretend it was on purpose that he got the day wrong, and wake you up at 3 am to come clean because the guilt was eating him alive Muriel would light some scented candles, cook up a sensual meal and throw a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace for you to enjoy alone while he escapes into the woods Portia would pack a picnic of chicken and tortilla chips, take you to the beach where you could splash around until the sun goes down and lull you to sleep on the sandy blanket with her acoustic guitar Lucio would have servants fill your room with floor to ceiling flowers while you sleep and wait impatiently for you to wake up like

Would you roommate with any of the characters? it’s hard to decide, so here are some pros and cons Asra - pro: never home / con: leaves dishes in the sink for weeks Nadia - pro: your home will be spotless / con: it’s spotless because she orders you to clean it for her Julian - pro: medical professional / con: half of your apartment is now this

rate the characters on how #extra they are Muriel: 4/10 Lucio: 13/10 Everyone else: 10/10

Which character could be best described as "tender"?? "Spicy"??? “tender”: Muriel “tender”/“Spicy”: Asra, Portia “Spicy”/”tender”: Julian, Nadia “Spicy”: Lucio

what the favorite Pokemon of all the characters were. Asra - Ekans, Delphox, Espeon Nadia - Noctowl, Gardevoir, Musharna Julian - Absol, Bisharp, Murkrow Portia - Chansey, Politoed, Hoothoot Muriel - Pangoro, Aggron, Wigglytuff Lucio - Houndoom, Pyroar, Skarmory

[nachosncheeze]

Fun little headcanon time!

"...time is out of joint, o cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right."

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Jane, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Little tween-age Remi. Ms Briggs - her children call her Shepherd, after the man who found Romulus and Remus with the wolf and adopted them - demands the best. As a mother she's tough, forceful, and distant if not outright cold. At school, Remi carries herself with an air of disciplined aloofness - generally quiet, she wears a lot of black, keeps her head down, and has a way of unintentionally intimidating many of the more "popular" kids. She doesn't mind, because it means no one really bothers her. No one wastes her time. Her sketchbook is filled with images of cold creekbeds and black forests, ravens and scribbled poetry that tries to be dark in the way teenage girls' poetry often does. She scowls at anyone who tries to look over her shoulder when its pages are open.

But what most of the kids don't know is that Remi loves school, and she loves most of her teachers. She doesn't say much in class, but her notebooks are fastidiously tidy and her homework is often completed several days ahead. She's fascinated with words, and while most of the kids grudgingly engage with Shakespeare during their English periods, learning just enough symbolism and silly words to write their essays and pass their tests, she has a beaten old copy of Hamlet down in the bottom of her backpack. She flips through it a lot. Sometimes she scribbles words or lines she remembers in the margins of her scrap papers while she works or while she draws. She's pretty sure none of the other kids ever worked out that that stupid Disney movie about the lions that everyone loved in nursery wasn't some imaginative, original story.

Whenever she gets work back from her English teacher - who has a similar love of words - it's always got several lines of constructively positive feedback. They've never talked about it, but it usually ends with a new quote from one of the Bard's other works for her to ponder over. And it always secretly makes her day.

[marshmallow-phd]

Catching Rain

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Minseok x Reader

Summary: You were more than satisfied with your life. You attended a nice college, had nice friends, a nice boyfriend. That’s what your life was: nice. You weren’t looking for anything more, so what were you to do when this seemingly harmless boy walked into your life and turned your nice little world into one much more dangerous?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I Epilogue

**

You parked on the side of an empty back road, careful not to stop in any spot that might be muddy. It hadn’t rained for a few days, but with the weather lately, you couldn’t be too careful. The last thing you needed was to have to call Erik and confess to him that you did indeed go out to the woods to take pictures and were now stuck in the mud and needed his help.

A small part of you felt guilty. His concern wasn’t completely unfounded. If he’d had gotten hurt working on a backdrop by himself, whether by falling off a ladder or being hit by a light, you would be hesitant about him doing it again. But each of you were your own person, right? Independent not codependent?

Okay, it was probably time to lay of the self-help books for a while. You took one modern philosophy class and it had been a downward spiral from there. Perhaps it was time to give the supernatural genre a try.

The trees smelled intoxicating. Mixed with the humidity in the air, it was the kind of scent that could outperform even the most expensive of perfumes. It was an aroma that surrounded you, engulfed you in its arms the further into the woods you went. The peaceful smile that pulled on the corners of your lips were automatic, involuntary. Not that you would fight if you could. Despite the rumors of wolves running around, you were comfortable here.

Deep within the forest, a wide, oval clearing full of browned wildflowers rested. Bits of green here and there tried to break through the foliage that had died during the harsh winter. Their odds of making it through might not have been great, but you admired their tenacity.

These clearings were common in the woods and yet, they were your favorite places to capture. From one angle, it could seem like you were lost in a fast labyrinth of Mother Nature. Another, a prairie that belonged to another region entirely. The possibilities were endless if you really thought about it. And each clearing, you’d discovered, was unique within itself. Its shape, the plants it held, the thickness of the grass. You knew you hadn’t found every one yet, but you were determined to someday. For now, though, you would have stick with this particular clearing that you had visited before, as it was close to the road for a quick getaway, should you need it.

Sliding the bags off your shoulder, you crouched down and dug through until you found your notebook. The pages were unlined, which allowed you to right down your thoughts and ideas at odd angles. To you, it gave the otherwise somewhat boring inside a more artistic aesthetic. The plain leather cover was soft in your hands, worn from the amount of use and abuse you’d put it through. It wasn’t exactly common for photographers to write out their ideas before shooting. Some drew out the scene they wanted to capture, trying out different angles in their imagination. Most didn’t do any sort of prep like this at all. But you preferred to write it out, especially since most of your ideas tended to come at the most inconvenient times. Scribbling down half-coherent words tended to be quicker than a sketch.

After a quick review of your latest ideas, you tossed the notebook down and turned on your camera. You took several test shots, adjusting each settling until you came to the look you were searching for. Long shots and close ups, you photographed nearly every square foot of that clearing in order to get that one picture. That one picture that took everyone’s breath away, that made them stop and tilt their head every which way in order to take the scene in at all possible viewpoints. You wanted to them to see the world the way you did.

So in tuned to what you were doing, you hadn’t noticed the pair of eyes watching you from the shadows. They gave off the faintest glow filled with curiosity as they hovered in the air. You snapped a few photos in their direction, still unaware of their presence, and then lowered the camera to look back on the shots. At first, when you clicked through the pictures, you didn’t notice the tiny amber dots that blended in with the foliage. But by the fourth picture, you stopped.

Never before had you been scared by this place. Then again, the only animals you’d ever encountered before were rabbits and deer and other mostly harmless critters. These did not look like the eyes of a friendly Disney sidekick. Ice ran down your spine. You couldn’t run. If it was a predator, that would only encourage it. So, you tried to remain as still as possible while lifting your eyes to the spot that the animal was hiding. Perhaps there was a chance that it wouldn’t sense your fear and would take your stare down as a reason to walk away.

No such luck.

The leaves under its paws rustled as it stepped forward into the sun.

A tannish wolf with a long black strip down its back revealed itself. But it didn’t look menacing. In fact, though you might have been fooling yourself, it seemed almost… curious? Confused? It was hard to read the expression since you couldn’t fully compare it to a human. With slow, thoughtful steps, it came closer. You tried to remain still, tried not to move. The strain was causing your legs to tremble slightly. Now, you felt tremendously stupid for not listening to Willa’s warning about wolves. Was this considered an ironic moment? You weren’t entirely sure since language arts had never been your strong suit.

Unable to keep you upright anymore, your legs gave out. At least you landed on your butt with your camera hanging safely around your neck. Your fingernails dug into the dirt next to you as the wolf came closer, still at that same cautious pace. Harder and harder, your heart pounded in your ears. The wolf paused for a few seconds before continuing on. Could it hear your terrified pulse? Silently, you said your goodbyes as the wolf erased all space between you. Its muzzle nudged your cheek, coming to a stop near your ear. It sniffed deeply, then jumped back.

Your eyes widened, somewhat relieved that it hadn’t pounced, but also confused. Why wasn’t it attacking? Why did it look spooked?

The wolf sat back, head tilting back and forth as it studied you. It made no threatening moves or sounds. The tips of its ears perked up and it let out a sound that was eerily similar to a scoff.

“I guess you’re not hungry then?” An odd thing to say out loud to an animal that couldn’t talk, but you blamed it on the shock of the whole situation.

The wolf responded with a short puff of air before lowering itself down to its stomach.

This was… surreal. All the other animals you’d ever encountered had either kept their distance or ran away at the slightest sound. And yet, here was this wolf, laying in front of you, not vicious or aggressive. It was almost… cute, in a way.

“You’re a strange creature,” you said out loud. The wolf apparently took that as a sign to come closer. Crawling on its stomach, it took came to the point where it was almost able to rest its head in your lap-

The shrill sound of your current favorite song ripped through the air. You gasped, jumping up to your feet and running to your bag where you desperately searched through the pockets until you found your phone. It was Willa.

“Hello?”

“Hey, where are you?”

“I, um,” you glanced at the wolf who had jumped up to its feet. “I got bored so I’m just out driving around. Why?”

“Jiyoung called and asked last second to switch shifts at the coffee shop and so I’m free for the evening. And I’m hungry.”

You laughed a little at her not-so-subtle hint. “Alright. Give me twenty minutes to get back to the dorm. How does brick oven pizza sound?”

“Like heaven.”

“Okay, then. See you soon.” You ended the call and looked up, meeting eyes with the wolf. It never broke contact and in turn, gave you a bit more bravery. Lifting up the camera, you snapped a single shot of the wolf. “I’ll be back.” A strange promise to make, but you said it anyway. You wanted another encounter with this mysterious creature. Gathering up your things, you hurried out of the clearing and back through the trees to your car, still sitting on the side of the road.

It took less than twenty minutes to make it back to the university. Back at the dorm, Willa was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone mindlessly. She sat up as soon as you came through the door.

“Fun drive?” she asked.

You shrugged. “It was fine.”

“No exciting scenes to snap?”

Her tease made you roll your eyes. “No, not really. Now, come on. I thought you said you wanted to eat?”

Not missing a beat, Willa jumped up from the bed, snatched up her purse, and pulled you out of the room, contemplating out loud which signature pizza sounded good.

**

Minseok growled as he ran through the forest. How he could have possibly lost those three was beyond him. Being unable to find them now was even more stupefying. They were loud, how could he not know which direction to take? He had to be careful. This part of the forest was close to the back roads and Junmyeon was worried they were being spotted too often. If the three them weren’t paying attention-

Click. Click. Click.

Minseok brought himself to a halt at the strange sound. There wasn’t any sort of pattern to it, but there was an underlying shuttering that seemed vaguely familiar. Too curious to just ignore it, Minseok headed in the direction e suspected it came from. Once he found the answer, he’d go back to finding the others.

The sound led him to one of the many clearings in the woods. A person wandering around the area taking pictures seemed to be the source, a camera in their hands. You appeared to be alone. Odd since not many ventured out in the forest by themselves. The isolation didn’t seem to bother you, though as you carelessly went about your task.

Staying in the shadows, Minseok watched your back as you continued to photograph the nature around you. Something… something strange was tingling in his shoulders, like the muscle beneath the skin had fallen asleep. Without prompt from him, his paw moved forward. He should be leaving. Be gone before you spotted him. But he couldn’t do it. Something told him to wait.

That’s when you turned around. By the way you kept taking pictures, you hadn’t seen him. It wasn’t until you lowered the camera to review the film did you freeze. And you weren’t the only one.

Something in Minseok’s world snapped when he saw your face. His muscles contracted, shivered and ached.

Go! an inner voice urged. He tried to turn his body in the opposite direction of you, but failed. Not that way! He had no choice but to obey. So he stepped closer to you. Your eyes snapped up, meeting his own. In his chest, his heart accelerated. What was this? What was going on?

Slightly fighting each movement, Minseok broke out from the tree line and into the clearing. It was obvious you were frightened. And he was breaking all the rules by revealing himself. Logic could not win, however. He kept walking. Even after you fell backwards, he was only able to pause for a brief second. Your rapidly beating heart was loud in his own sensitive ears. But he wasn’t so sure that it was completely out of fear. He needed to be closer. So closer he went. The whiskers of his muzzle brushed against your cheek, sending a lightning bolt through his body. He took in your scent and reeled back. 

You smelled human. You were human. But… there’s something different about you and he couldn’t fathom what it might be. 

“I guess you’re not hungry then?” you said oddly. 

Minseok laughed. Well, as much as he could with this ribcage and these vocal cords. Overwhelmed, he adjusted to a more comfortable position. The feeling in his chest was almost all consuming and it weighed him down. He’d seen plenty of humans on his runs, but this had never happened before. Was this something that would only happen because he was in his wolf form? Or would he still feel like this if he saw you on two legs?

With a glimmer in your eye, you sighed, “You’re a strange creature.” 

Taking that as sign, he tested the waters and pulled himself across the grass with his front paws, closing the gap between you. 

A song suddenly cut through the air and forced him to a stop before he could rest his head in your lap - an action that he was itching to try out. You jumped up with a gasp and ran to the bags resting at the bottom of a tree. Frantically, you searched the pockets until you found the source of the noise, answering the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, where are you?” asked a female voice on the other end. 

“I, um,” you glanced over him, making him jump to his feet. Will you tell your friend the truth?  “I got bored so I’m just out driving around. Why?”

He almost let out a sigh from relief. Talk of an overly friendly wolf would be bad, especially if it spread through town and more people ventured into the woods to try and encounter him. 

“Jiyoung called and asked last second to switch shifts at the coffee shop and so I’m free for the evening. And I’m hungry.”

You laughed. “Alright. Give me twenty minutes to get back to the dorm. How does brick oven pizza sound?”

“Like heaven.”

“Okay, then. See you soon.” You hung up the call and met his eyes again. Impulsively, you took one last picture of him, which he didn’t shy away from. “I’ll be back,” you promised softly. 

Minseok could no longer feel the ground beneath him. He just stood there, watching as you ran through the trees in the direction of the road. When his senses came back to him, he noticed a small brown square hidden among the tan grass. He went closer to inspect what the object was. It was a notebook. 

It must be yours. 

Scooping the leather-bound book in his mouth, he took off after you. Following your scent through the forest was easy – it stood out like a pink flower in a sea of green grass. But he wasn’t quick enough. He caught the sight of your tail lights far down the road. He would have to keep a hold of the notebook until he saw you again. You did say that you would be back. 

Or you could track her down? 

Minseok shook that thought away. How would he ever explain that without giving away his true nature?

Giving up for the time being, he turned around and decided to head back to the house. There was no way he could find the others now. And with you gone, the elated feeling disappeared, leaving him weighted as if he were being dragged down into the earth. Each step was anchored down. It took him much longer to get back to the farm house. 

Several other members were scattered about the house, either working on their studies or clowning around. Your notebook tucked between his clothes and held close to his chest, he headed up to his room. After a quick shower, he got dressed once again and sat on the end of his bed. In his hands, he flipped the notebook over and over. He contemplated opening it. But that would be invading, wouldn’t it? But he wanted to find out about you. 

So he pulled open the cover. 

Inside, in the top right hand corner of the first page was your name. He smiled, saying it softly over and over. It felt… right on his lips. Your face hovered in his mind. It fit you so well, like a jacket tailored with perfection. 

The nature of wolves was an odd kind. There was a constant urge to belong. To belong to a pack and then… to belong to a person. 

Ever since he was young, he was told about how someday he find that special person whose soul was connected to his. Fate predetermined who that person would be and no one could ever fill the void that existed until that person came along. Ordinary humans would never experience that kind of feeling, that kind of love. The type of love for the wolf that could only be given by one person. 

A mate. 

Was that what you were? None of his brothers were mated. They were all free – some taking more advantage of the situation than others. Occasionally, they would joke about who would be first. Some thought it might be Yixing, given his soft heart and the genuine warmth he radiated. Others liked to joke that it would be Baekhyun or Jongin, the big serial daters of the pack. Minseok, though, had his money set on Jongdae. That wolf had barely been able to give in to the call of the pack when he first joined them all. He was verbally against the idea of mating, more so than anyone else. Opening up to people was not a strong suit of the younger wolf and Minseok couldn’t wait to see what kind of journey that would be once he was forced to. 

Minseok would have been the last person on everyone’s mind for the mated list. Not for any malicious reasons, just because he didn’t venture out very much beyond school so the odds of meeting someone new were low. Or so he thought. He liked being out at the house, being home. He was the very definition of “homebody”. Ironic that he ended up meeting you out here. 

Knock, knock, knock. 

He looked up and quickly hid the notebook beneath his pillows, just in time before Junmyeon, the alpha, peaked his head in. “Minseok?”

“Yeah?”

Junmyeon looked back towards the hallway. “Yeah, he’s in here!” he yelled. “Tell Jongdae to stop worrying!” 

Minseok laughed. Naturally, they leave him behind but then they get worried. He was the eldest, always looking after the others. And yet, oftentimes, it didn’t feel like that. 

Where he thought that might be the end of the checkup, Junmyeon, instead, closed the door behind him and sat down on the bed beside him. 

“Everything okay?” he asked. 

Minseok nodded. “Yeah, of course. Why?”

“I saw the look on your face when you came in,” Junmyeon explained. “You looked troubled.”

The two of them weren’t the closet out of the whole pack. In fact, there were times where it was awkward between them, the role of the alpha and the role of eldest clashing at times. But other times, he was the best one to turn to. 

“What do you know about the mating aspect of us?” 

Junmyeon pursed his lips, thinking. “The mating aspect? Only the basics, really. That when you meet that one person, that’s it. And you’re supposed to live happily ever after.” He laughed at the cheesy line, releasing some of the tension. 

Minseok couldn’t help but laugh along. It died out soon, though, as his mind went back to his current dilemma. “They always say you just know after one look. Do you think that’s right?”

“Yes, I do,” the alpha confirmed. “That’s all it takes. You feel it in here.” He tapped his chest, right about his heart. “Minseok? Why are you asking about this?”

He weighed his options. If this wasn’t what he thought it was and the others found out, he would never hear the end of it from them. But having someone validate his theory would ease some of the strain. 

“I think I found her.”

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Arranged {1}

Yahya Abdul Mateen II x OFC Nyorie Kane

Warning: Plot

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Summary: Yahya is thirty-three, and his friends and family all seem to believe that it is long overdue for him to have a wife. He’s been set up more times than he can count and with his busy schedule and rising Hollywood star, it is becoming even more difficult to meet people, well people who aren’t looking for a come up. In the beginning, he said he didn’t want anything serious; his motto was “I’m was here for a good time not a long time.” Then it became he didn’t want anything that would distract him from where he wanted to go and what he wanted to accomplish. Now that his fame is rising and he’s approaching a sweet spot in his career he decides what the hell the time might be right.

In comes “A Match”, an exclusive matchmaking company run by his best friend Ramel’s wife Tamika. He gives Tamika and Ramel free rein and all his trust to find him, someone, he’d mesh well with. Instead of going through her clientele Tamika has just the right woman in mind, her best friend, Nyorie. Things are done a little unorthodox at “A Match” though. This unconventional route is credited for a near-perfect success rate.

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 Chapter One

  “Man, you not getting any younger. Plus we all know how important family is to you the rate you’re going you not even gonna have one till you fifty,” Ramel said as he came back into the living room with his hands full of food. Ramel stopped in front of the U-shaped sectional and handed out bags to their owners. He stood up and took the cream-colored plastic bag Ramel held out for him.

 “I don’t know how many times you’re going to keep saying this.”

 “As many times as need be. I mean really, is uncle Ya good enough bruh?”

 He pulled out the containers of food and thought about Ramel’s words for a few moments. He loved being uncle Ya, loved picking his niece Havea and nephew Rami up for their biweekly ice-cream and bowling night. He loved showing up to their school functions and trips to Disney and tagging along to kid movie premiers. He wouldn’t change anything about it.

“Look man, I know you love my kids. What’s not to love? I also know you want kids of your own. You can’t have that continuing on the way you are,” Ramel drilled home.

 He knew it. Truthfully, he’d been mulling the pros and cons over for months. Ramel wasn’t the only one in his life badgering him like this. His mother, sisters, and brother were all on his case too. His mother liked to pile on the guilt asking him when she’d get a grandchild and when she’d get to see him walk down the aisle and made it no secret she was praying for it before she died. What the hell was he to say to that?

 “Not everybody wanna be married Mel, you got half the squad on that ball and chain shit leave him alone,” Rashawn blurted out. The four of them laughed loudly. Normally they’d be keeping it down because of the kids but they were at a sleepover, so they were free to be as loud as they wanted.

 “Man, shut up. He the last one. Your ass bout to be on that ball and chain shit too. One-week fool,” Ramel added.

 “You don’t have to remind me. Torri has the house filled with everything wedding related. Man, this week needs to hurry up so we can get back to real life.”

 He leaned back and focused on his food. He was the last one in the group still single. The last one of the four musketeers, the lone wolf. It didn’t bother him before; it was just the way it was. Now—he wouldn’t focus on it, not now.

 They continued to watch the basketball game and talk like they always did when they got together. They’d been friends for a long time, and he valued their friendship and advice. He trusted them with everything and would always have their backs as he knew the same was true for them.

 Rashawn desperately stayed away from all and any talk about his wedding to Torri. He acted like he’d been caroused into the wedding when everyone knew damn well he was stupid in love and cried through the proposal. Ramel assumed the role of loudmouth big brother pretending like he knew everything; it was a role he’d played for most of their friendship. Tyrell didn’t pretend to not be the hopelessly devoted husband he was to Dacia; he was the one who was always caught texting her and secretly face-timing her during guys night out. When they got together, a lot of fun and a lot of shit-talking always happened and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

 By the time the game ended, the food finished, and Tamika came home it was close to two in the morning. Ramel wasted no time kicking everyone out when he saw how inebriated Tamika was.

 “Y’all don’t have to go home, but you got to get the hell up outta here. My woman is drunk, we got no kids for the night, some freaky shit bout to go down!”

 They all rolled their eyes and quickly began gathering their things.

 “How freaky?” He looked back to see Tamika crook her pointer and wiggle it to Ramel who smiled but pushed her hand down trying to hide her finger. He knew they were into some freaky shit and he did not need the details or the visuals.

 “Imma head out. I have an early day later anyway. Stay up man,” he said and went around the group giving each of them their handshake.

 “Think about what I said burh. We here for you,” Ramel finished. He nodded and walked over to Tamika and gave her a kiss on the cheek before he walked out the door to his car in the rounded driveway.

 The drive back to his house was a quick and quiet one. When he got home he showered and used the rest of his awake time to prep for the coming day. He knew it would be a long one.

  -The Next Day-

 Just as expected the day stretched on and on. He got maybe two hours of sleep before he was out of the house and on a set for a photoshoot. That shoot went on for eight hours, then he was off to a string of interviews then two meetings and yet another photoshoot.

 It was now close to one in the morning and they were just getting their last shots. He was exhausted. he knew this came with the territory. If he wanted to act he had to be okay with photoshoots, interviews, paparazzi, and everything else that came with fame. Some days it was a tough pill to swallow and he wondered what it would have been to continue on in architecture, and others he took it in stride and piled more onto his plate. Today was a mix of both.

 “All right Yahya, thank you that’s a wrap,” the photographer called out. He nodded and went around shaking hands with everyone who worked the shoot. A woman with dirty blond hair approached him with a wide smile.

 “I am such a fan, Yahya. I loved you in Aquaman.” He graciously smiled and thanked her. She bit her bottom lip and gave him a look he knew wasn’t strictly friendly. “Can I have a picture?”

 “Sure. No problem,” he cautiously responded as he stepped beside her and waited for her to angle her phone just right.

 “Say Black Manta.” He smiled at her request and held up his peace fingers. Once the photo was taken she turned to him again and thanked him.

 “Look, I know this is forward and normally I wouldn’t do this but it’s 2020, I’m gonna shoot my shot.” She held out a piece of paper to him and he could see a phone number scribbled across it.

 “This is my number. No pressure to use it, just—if you want to use it, I’d answer, and we could hang out.”

 She was attractive, he wasn’t going to deny that. Her skin reminded him of smooth chestnut. Coupled with the color of her hair she was a beautiful woman. He was just leery of her motives. Ninety percent of the women he’d met since his breakout roles all had ulterior motives.  Most just wanted to be seen out with him so the rumor mill could start circulating and give them their fifteen minutes. He wasn’t with that. That was the one thing about his newfound fame. He never knew what anyone wanted from him anymore.

 “Uh--.” He was speechless. He didn’t want to embarrass her by rejecting her, so he took the paper and nodded. “Thank—you.”

 She smiled and again bite her bottom lip. “Okay, great. See you around.” She walked off leaving him to look down at the paper with her name and number. “Thalia-954-389-3048.” She’d dotted her I with a star. It bothered him and he didn’t know why. He stuffed the paper in his pocket resolved in his decision not to take it there.  He didn’t have the time or energy to sift through the sea of clout chasers.

 He quickly finished up, got his things and left. He’d missed his workout for the day and needed to get one in. every little bit helped especially with him trying to get into Matrix shape.

 Luckily his trainer was up and was able to meet him at the gym to train. A few reps on the treadmill, another couple sets of weights, then some time on the bar and finally a brutal boxing session rounded out the hour and fifteen-minute rotation. By the end of it, he was dripping sweat and ready to just drop in bed which is just what he did. 

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[starla-dust]

Types of Drawing Styles

Line drawing

While lines form the basis of all drawing styles, line drawings use contours without shading to create memorable sketches. In this type of drawing style, the pen or pencil never leaves the sheet of paper, so the end result is formed from one single line.

Aesthetic,

Minimalism, sheer perfection, white button-up shirts, winter, professionalism, pride, clarity, satisfying contrast, salt, clean-cut lines, neckties, fresh scents, black leather shoes, iced beverages, purses, neatness.

Doodles

Great artists like Leonardo da Vinci are known for their doodles, which populate the margins of his notebooks. Illustrator Vincent Bal plays with the shadows and shapes he finds in everyday like and transforms them into whimsical works of art with his doodles. doodles are wonderful, immediate impressions of the world in front of us.

Aesthetic;

Child-like wonder, cute back bags, and pencils, seeing things that no one else sees, gift boxes, galaxies in jars, keeping plants in balconies, having a habit of doodling when bored, paper planes, pins and patches, egg hunting on easter, stick-it notes, bandaged knees, scratch and sniff stickers.

Cartoon

Some different cartoon styles include caricature, anime or manga, and classic Disney. Playing with cartoon drawings means liberating yourself from hyperrealistic representations, while still attempting to capture the essence of a figure in a semi-realistic manner.

Aesthetic,

Adventure, excitement, twinkling eyes, hiking boots, storytelling, novel obsessed, Alice in Wonderland kind of girls, baseball hats, sparkles, and glitter, rainbows, otherworldliness, time travel, feeling that anything is possible, amulets, making something boring entertaining. Mangas

pointillism

By stippling hundreds, or even thousands, of tiny dots, artists are able to build up light and shadow. The results can often be shockingly realistic, with viewers only realizing that dots—not lines—were used when looking at the finished artwork closely.

Aesthetic:

Sophisticated minds, ballpoint pens, years of practice to create something incredible, countless pages of ideas and plans, abandoned projects, scribbles, and notes, taping reminders on walls and furniture, button-up shirts, glasses, courage.

photorealism/hyperrealism

Hundreds of hours can be passed in front of any artwork in order to polish to a level where it looks like a photograph. While portraiture is a popular subject for hyperrealist drawings, this style has no limits. For instance, artist Cj Hendry uses colored pencil to draw colorful blobs on paint that look so real, you’ll want to dip your paintbrush in them.

Aesthetic:

Patience, thoughtfulness, random bursts of inspiration, soft voice, notebooks full of amazing organized sketches, writing down ideas, charcoal pencils, shyness, eyes of an artist, pencil traces on wrists, focused eyes, all-nighters, lone wolf, comfy hats, leggings, Seriousness, routines.

Architectural

This type of drawing can be extremely technical, but no less artistic. While architectural drawing is a skill often honed in the design world, non-architects are still able to create stunning artwork.

Aesthetic:

Exploring ideas whether they are realistic or not, attention to detail, good taste in design, admirable focus, love for math, sarcasm, clipped sleeves, intelligence, impressive resumes, luxurious jackets, gazing at skyscrapers, many hours of studying, rulers with many different shapes and sizes.

Anamorphic

3D drawings require mastery of perspective to create depth and illusion. While it may take some practice to get the hang of, the results are stunning and surprising works of art that will delight viewers.

Aesthetic:

Trickery, illusions, smoke and mirrors, flashing lights, blurred reality, fortune cookies, ouija boards, circuses, enjoying people's confusion, chess, fake roses, masks, cigarettes, lies, deception, perspective, sunglasses, leather jackets, magic.

Fashion

Used by designers to get their ideas down on paper, fashion illustration often calls for quick, gestural drawings that convey the essence of a garment, and, as the focus is on the clothes, not the face, facial features are often lacking or minimal.

Aesthetic:

Shopping all day, earrings, high heels, following social media, self-care, multiple outfits, the perfect dress, Starbucks, confidence, blood-red lipstick, going to the gym every morning, elegant notebooks full of designs, strength, diamonds.

Got references from:

Mymodernmet.com

~Live for the aesthetic~

[nothingeverlost]

Fic: Things Half in Shadows (14/14)

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairings: Gold/Belle (eventually) with side pairings that probably include Graham/Bay, Archie/Emma and others.

Summary: The first thing you learn, back in Psych 101, is that you never get emotionally involved with a patient.  For 25 years Dr. Gold hasn’t had a problem walking that fine line.  Something changes, though, when he meets Belle French. AU

Author’s Note: I can’t begin to express what this fic and the people who read it have meant to me.  Thank you all.  This is the last chapter.  I chose to leave it here and pick it up again in a sequel.  The second half is relationship-centric and will begin with Belle leaving Storybrooke.

TRIGGER WARNING: Indirect mentions of abuse and sexual assault

<Prologue><Chapter 1><Chapter 2> <Chapter 3> <Chapter 4> <Chapter 5> <Chapter 6> <Chapter 7> <Chapter 8> <Chapter 9> <Chapter 10> <Chapter 11> <Chalpter 12> <Chapter 13>

Chapter 14 - Small Steps

II

There was a book on the table next to her customary cup of tea.  The cover was free of words, only a pattern of roses that looked like an old bit of wallpaper.

“A journal?” she guessed.  She’d never kept a diary before and felt a flutter in her stomach when she remembered the last time her doctor had asked her to write anything.  Eight words and everything had changed.  For the better, maybe, someday, but nothing had ever hurt so much.  She hadn’t had the numbness to shield her.  She would try, though, if he asked.

“While that’s never a bad idea that’s not my intent today.  It is for writing but I don’t want you to write about yourself.”  

“Who should I be writing about?”  She knew he wouldn’t ask her to write about her father.

“You read a lot of stories, Belle.  It’s a comfort to step into the world someone else created, to attend a ball with Elizabeth Darcy or to push the Dread Pirate Roberts down a hill.  I want to see you try writing a story with your own words.  It can be as simple or as complex as you like.”  From his pocket he took a pen, resting it on top of the book.

“That’s it?  Just write something?”  She hadn’t written anything since a creative writing class she took her first semester in college.  She couldn’t remember if she’d liked it or not.

“Anything you want.  When you’re done you can show it to anyone you want or you can keep it to yourself.  You can show it to me, but only if that’s what you want.”  He took a sip of his tea.  Belle remembered her own cup and took a sip, and a bite of the coffee cake he’d brought in that morning.  She liked the blueberries.  “What’s the first story you remember as a child?”

“Cinderella.”  She was distracted by the book, picking it up and running her fingers over the lightly textured cover before opening it up.  The pages were blank.  So much empty space; it seemed lonely without words.  “Not the Disney one; it was a pop-up book.  There was this page with all the stairs and in the middle the glass slipper.  I remember running my fingers up and down the stairs, pretending I’d lost my shoe.  One page had the carriage and you could open the door and look inside.  I wanted to shrink so I could fit inside, just for a little while.  It was such a pretty little carriage.”

“Perhaps you can tell the story of a little girl who did manage to shrink,” he suggested.  “When my son was wee there was a story he loved about a family that lived in the walls of a house.”

“I loved Thumbelina.  My mama would watch the movie with me; it was the first VHS I remember owning.  We liked to sing the songs together.”  They would cuddle under a blanket and share a bowl of popcorn that they’d made together on the stove.  Her mama loved to sing.  She’d almost forgotten how she’d sung when she was washing the dishes, or combing her hair, and always at bedtime.  “I don’t remember anything about the movie except that she was little and there was singing.”

“I’m sure we could find a copy, sometime.”  He scribbled a note on a piece of paper.  It was strange, most psychiatrists she had seen wrote a lot.  Some seemed to barely look at her, they were so busy writing about what she said.  Her doctor rarely wrote more than a few sentences and she always got the feeling that it was making sure he remembered things rather than analyzing her.   “It sounds like a memory worth holding onto.”

“I think it is.”  It hurt to think about her mama; maybe it always would.  But it made her feel warm, too, to remember the way they had sung together.  Maybe getting better meant that the warm was just as strong as the hurt.  She took another bite of her coffee cake and waited for questions about her mama that didn’t come.  Her doctor turned back to the subject of stories for the rest of her session.

II

Belle’s entrance to the art room was blocked by the sprawled form of Jefferson on the floor, arms and legs both spread eagle.  She held her new book to her chest and looked down at him, wondering if she needed to go back and get help.  His eyes were open, though, and she couldn’t see anything that looked like danger.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just being a drama queen.”  August leaned against the back of a chair nearby.  “Even more so than usual.”

“I’m bor-ed.  Bored.  B-b-b-bored.”

“I’m starting to get the idea that Jefferson’s bored.  Anyone else getting that feeling?”  Ruby was using the art scissors to trim bits of her hair.

“Does this place have a yelp?  I’m giving them one star.  Can I do no stars?  I’m going to do that.  The food is pedestrian, the entertainment is abysmal, and I’m sure there’s beds of nails that are more comfortable than what passes for accommodation here.”

“Fortunately there’s always the chance that a patient will provide entertainment,” Ruby said pointedly.

“You call this entertaining?”  August rolled his eyes.

“Do you think they might let us have a picnic?”  Belle offered tentatively.  They’d had sunny afternoons the last couple of days.

“A party.”  Jefferson sat up.  “Rabbit, you’re brilliant.”

“Christmas is over.”  From the corner of the room a small sad voice piped up.  Astrid was working on something involving glue and a lot of glitter.  

“Anyone have a birthday coming up?”  Jefferson asked hopefully.

“Mine was last month.”  Mary Margaret was the first to pop Jefferson’s bubble.  Belle just shook her head. No one had mentioned holidays or birthdays since she’d arrived, almost as if time was standing still.  Maybe that’s what they all hoped, that time was still and they would be able to just slip into their lives when they returned home.  If they returned.

“This is perfect.  Bake the cake and hire the clowns, we’re having a birthday party.”  Jefferson shot up so fast it was hard to tell how he’d gotten to his feet.  

“No on has a birthday until June, sweetie,” Ruby reminded him.

“Please tell me you’re not serious about clowns.”  August crossed his arms.  “That’s not funny.”

“If it’s no one’s birthday then it’s everyone’s unbirthday.  What’s better than an unbirthday party?”  He raced around the room, pulling fake flowers and ribbons from bins, stopping behind Astrid’s chair to lean down low.  “More glitter, little mouse.  We need more sparkle.”

“This is going to be interesting.”  Ella picked up the flower that had landed in her lap.

“That’s one word for it,” August commented, pointedly ignoring the ribbons that had landed on his shoulder.  “Not the word I’d pick, though.”

II

“Have you ever read any fairy tales?”  Belle threw a pea into the lake, a little farther from the shore this time.  The ducklings were getting bigger now, and Graham said that they needed to work a little for their food.

“Maybe when I was a kid.  I don’t remember, really.”  They reached for a pea at the same time, their fingers touching.  Belle hardly thought about it, or the fact that only a few weeks ago it would have startled her.

“I was rereading some yesterday.”  She had hoped they would inspire her own idea for a story.  “They’re very black and white.  Stepmothers are always evil.  The princess is always good and pure. Fairy godmothers will always help.  Wolves can’t be trusted.”

“A lot of people don’t understand about wolves.  They’re nobel.”  Graham tossed another pea into the water, a little farther from the ducks.  One of the ducklings dove to get it and came up, shaking out its feathers.  

“Maybe it’s easier to pretend that the scary things are so simple.  As easy to see as a wolf in pajamas.”  Fairytales never taught you to be scared of the people that said they loved you; at least none that she’d found.

“Wolf wouldn’t be happy wearing anyone’s pajamas, but he does like sleeping bags.  I had to buy one for him or I’d never get any sleep when we go out.  He gets in and curls up until all you can see is his nose.  He has to carry it, though, if he wants it.”  The last of the peas were gone.  Graham opened the other bag he’d brought and set out two white chocolate cranberry cookies.

“He carries his sleeping bag?”  Graham had mentioned camping, once.  Belle had never had a pet, but didn’t imagine that was something they usually did.  

“It clips onto his harness. He’s always excited when I put it on because he knows we’ll sleep outdoors.  Besides, I carry food for both of us, it’s only fair he carries his own bedding.”  Graham took a bite of one of the cookies and pushed the other one a little closer to her.  “Somehow I ended up with an extra if you want one.”

“Thank you.”  Nurse Whale had mentioned she was up seven pounds and had been pleased when he added the note to her file.  Someday maybe she could meet her doctor’s son and thank him for all the muffins and cookies.  “Does Wolf have to carry his own tent too?”

“We don’t use a tent.  Just a sleeping bag apiece and a campfire.  Can’t see the stars in a tent, and they tell a different story every night.”  it was midday but still Graham looked up at the sky as if he could see the stars.

“What happens if it rains?”  

“We get wet.”  Graham shrugged.  “If it’s a heavy storm we find a shelter.  But look at the ducklings, they love to get wet.  A lot of animals do.  There’s nothing harmful in a little rain, and afterwards everything smells new.’

“I’ve never been camping.”  She and her mama used to make tents out of sheets and imagine they were camping.  They made s’mores in the oven and ate them sitting around a flashlight.  She’d mentioned camping to her papa once and he’d taken her to a resort that summer in upstate New York.  They’d served a chocolate mousse topped with meringue and graham cracker and called it a s’more.  Her papa had called her princess and gifted her with her first bikini.  She’d ‘lost’ it after the second day, and was glad they never went back.  

“There’s berries and mushrooms growing on the other side of the lake, at the edge of the woods.  It’s not camping but we could go for a walk,” he suggested, finishing his cookie.

“Are you sure it’s alright?”  She’d never walked past the edge of the lake.

“As long as you stay with me.”

II

By the time they returned from their walk Belle had almost forgotten about fairytales.  Graham had shown her the signs of edible mushrooms, but cautioned her not to eat any without him there.  He’d pointed out a nest in a branch that still held eggs.  There was a bush full of berries that might make a good cookie.  Her questions had been tentative at first but he’d answered them all, speaking more than he usually did.  She was eager to learn more and he walked with her to the library to point out a few books they had about local flora and fauna.  Caught up in the books she almost didn’t notice someone joining them in the library.

“Belle.”  Gaston had his hands in his pockets, his height seeming so much taller than she remembered.  “Can we talk?”

“Visitor’s hours are Saturday.  This isn’t a good time.”  Graham took two steps to his right, coming between her and the doorway.

“You’re not Belle, so I wasn’t talking to you.  I was talking to my fiance.”  Gaston was less forceful than usual, but she knew that he wouldn’t leave.  

“It’s okay, Graham.”  She didn’t know what he wanted, but it was usually quicker to give it to him than argue.  Logic wasn’t Gaston’s strongest suit.  “He’s driven a long way to be here.  We can talk.”

“You heard her.  I’m sure there’s someone else in this place that needs your attention.”  Gaston sat on one of the sofas, his feet on the table.  Belle was reminded of his home office, though the Storybrooke library didn’t have any animal heads mounted on the walls.

“Right now my job is to be here.”  Graham crossed his arms.  Gaston’s cheek muscle twitched.

“Can we have a few minutes, Graham?  You could wait right outside the door.”  She could call for him if she needed him.  She wondered if she actually would.

“A few minutes and the door stays open,” Graham agreed reluctantly.  Once he was out of the room Belle dug her nails into the arm of the couch.  She tried to remember what it was like to sit at dinner with him and make small talk.  

“You look good, Gaston.”  He had a tan that she knew came from a tanning bed this time of year and a body sculpted with the help of a personal trainer named Lefou.

“You look… fine.”  His eyes swept over her, and she knew he was seeing the hair pulled back in a ponytail and the bulky sweater that was warm but unfashionable.  She hadn’t put on any makeup since she’d arrived, except the nail polish Ruby had used a few days ago to make her nails a pale pink.  “Are you… fine?”

“I’m learning a lot about myself.”  Fine was right up there with okay on the list of words she didn’t know how to define.  There were a lot of things people said to each other that didn’t mean anything, polite lies that meant not talking about anything real..

“Moe said you would be coming home soon.”  Belle flinched, but she was certain Gaston didn’t notice.  

“I’m not ready for that.”  Belle shook her head.  She wouldn’t ever return to the place that Gaston called home.  For weeks she had asked Doctor every day about the restraining order, needing the reminder that it was real.  She had spoken to the sheriff once, as well.  It had been almost a month now, and no lawyers had shown up.  No threats had been made.  She was beginning to believe she was safe for him, at least within the small world of Storybrooke.  What happened when she left she didn’t know; she didn’t have a home anymore.

“I don’t understand why you’re here.  You’re not like them.”  He gestured towards the doorway, where the sounds of art therapy could be heard.  “You’d do better being around your own people.”

“These are my people.”  They were all trying to heal from things.  She wondered if Gaston would even be able to understand what it was to need to heal.  He spoke of little other than hunting and business, boating and stocks.  If she was honest with herself there was very little she knew about the man she’d said yes to marrying.  He knew even less about her.

“Your people are at home; there’s a dinner at the club this weekend.  People keep asking me when you’re coming home, not that they know where you are.”  Too restless for the couch Gaston rose and started pacing.  “They ask me about the wedding.”

“I can’t marry you, Gaston.”  She said the words in a hurry, afraid she wouldn’t say them all if she didn’t say them all at once.

“You don’t mean that.  When you get home…”

“No.”  She shook her head.  When her father had brought Gaston home she had accepted it, as she did everything else.  She hadn’t gone away to college because he didn’t want it.  She hadn’t babysat as a teen.  Hadn’t gone to school dances.  She was always a dutiful daughter, even when it came to dating the man that was picked out for her.  And saying yes when expected, whether it was diner, sex or an engagement ring.  If she stayed with Gaston she was still her father’s prisoner.  It didn’t matter that Gaston was unaware of who Moe French really was or what he had done.  “I’m sorry Gaston.”

“I don’t understand, we had plans.  You said yes.”  Any plans they had, Belle knew, had been his own.  A wife to take care of his house and play hostess for his parties.  The right type of woman to show off at the club.  Children, probably, but she couldn’t even think about that.  For a moment she imagined a daughter, soft brown curls and her mother’s eyes.  She thought of her father, and wondered if she would have more power to protect a daughter than she’d had to save herself.

“Belle.” He said her name sharply, and probably not for the first time.  It was enough to bring Graham into the room.  She thought of the stories he’d told her about Wolf, and wondered if that was why she was reminded so strongly of a predator.  The narrow eyes and tense muscles might have scared her from another man, but she trusted him.  He was there to protect her.

“I’m alright now.”  She spoke to Gaston but looked over his shoulder to Graham.  She could make it through this conversation but she wasn’t going to ask him to leave again.

“This place is making you worse, not better,” Gaston groused.

“I’m not someone you would want to marry.”  There wasn’t any point explaining to him anymore than that.  “The ring is in my jewelry box at home.  You should have it back.”

“You shouldn’t make decisions in a place like this.  When you change your mind…”

“I wish you the best, Gaston, I really do.  I need you to go now.”  Graham took a step closer.  Perhaps Gaston felt it, or perhaps he decided his ego was smarting from the rejection.

“If I take back the ring that’s it.”  When she didn’t say anything he got up and strode from the library.  She hesitated for a moment before running after him.

“Gaston, wait.”  She could feel Graham standing behind her, not trying to touch her but his presence unmistakable.

“I knew it.”  His smile was the cocky one she was most familiar with.  Belle took a breath, closing her eyes.  She could be brave.  She could speak up.

“You move in the same circles as my father.  Parties, the club, charity events.  You should know…”  She felt her nails against the underside of her forearm and paused, pulling them away.  She would not hurt herself.  “He can’t be left alone with little girls.  They need to be protected.

“You can’t mean…”  She’d never before seen all the color drain from Gaston’s face.  The horrified look in his eyes was probably the most real emotion she’d ever seen from him.  She nodded and waited to see that he understood what she meant, then turned her back to him.  She couldn’t allow him to ask questions, couldn’t speak any clearer than she already had.  It had taken all of her bravery to say that much.

Doctor Gold was standing on the other side of the doorway.  “Graham thought you might like a cup of tea.  I thought we could take some out to the garden.”  

“I would like that.”  She was surprised to see that her hand wasn’t trembling.  The hot tea would be welcome. Before she followed him she looked over her shoulder on last time.  “Goodbye, Gaston.”

She stood completely still until she could feel him leaving.  Graham was gone too, and she knew without having to ask that he was following Gaston.  Making sure he didn’t linger, didn’t ask anything more of her.  After almost two years and an engagement it was strange to think that she’d most likely seen him for the last time.  It was probably stranger to think she had agreed to marry him but wouldn’t miss him.

“He’s gone, dearie.  Would you like to sit down?”

“In the garden.”  She looked down at her feet and willed them to move.  After a moment they did, and if she thought about nothing else but walking she could get herself to the bench outside before her knees let her down.  He handed her a mug of tea poured from his thermos as soon as she sat.  It seemed cooler outside than it had half an hour ago when she’d been walking with Graham.

“He shouldn’t have gotten as far as the library without anyone stopping him, Belle.  I’m sorry.”  He waited a moment to speak, or maybe it was five minutes.  She wasn’t sure how long she’d been staring at her tea before looking at him.

“He wasn’t a threat.  He never hurt me.”  She wasn’t sure she could say that Gaston was a good man.  He worked and he hunted and he went to the club.  He hated books and was sometimes frustrated when he saw her reading rather than socializing, but he was never cruel.  He didn’t go out of his way to help anyone but neither did he hurt anyone.  “I didn’t even know I didn’t want to be with him.  It was easier to just say yes.”

“It was what other people wanted from you,” he commented softly.

“I said no to him today.”  Had she ever said that before?  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d said no, not to something as simple as where they were going for dinner or as complicated as an engagement ring.  Not to trips with her papa or his college plans or anything.  “Even when it made him mad.”

“The only emotions you are responsible for are your own.”  His tea was on the bench, his hands both on the handle of his cane.  He moved it restlessly, the tip moving bits of gravel around the ground.  He always moved, even when he was sitting still.  “What you did today took a good deal of courage.

“I was scared.  Not of him.”  He made her feel small next to him, his confidence and control making her feel like everything centered around him, but she hadn’t feared him.  Or loved him.  She’d simply existed next to him.  “Everything’s changed now.”

“The unknown can be very hard to step into, even when the known is hurting us.  It’s normal to be scared.”  His voice was low and soothing.  Belle allowed herself to close her eyes and just listen to him.  His words settled into her bones with the same warmth as the tea.  

“So now I start over?”  With Gaston gone she had no connection to the people she’d called friends, who were really just social acquaintances.  With the restraining order against her father she was an orphan in all the ways that mattered.  

“As much as we might sometimes wish for a blank slate there is no such thing.  No tabula rasa.”  He quirked his lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile, or at least not a happy one.  “We continue on a step at a time because the only thing we can do is move forward or stand still.  What we do get to decide is what we carry with us and what we work on shedding.”

Belle looked down at her hands, seeing only the cooling mug of tea but knowing she held onto so much more.  “I left Gaston behind.”

“You did.  Are you feeling alright about that?”  He picked up his mug, but only played with the handle.

Belle nodded.  The conversation had been hard but knowing it was over was easy.  “It’s not so simple with papa.”

“No, it’s not.  But you’ve already taken the first steps.”  He paused, looking at her.  Belle took a shaky breath and nodded.  It helped that he didn’t lie to her.  Didn’t pretend that anything was going to be easy.  If she’d taken the first steps there were still dozens more to take.

“One step at a time.”  She rubbed her arm.  There was no pain, and she’d stopped herself from digging her nails into the skin when she’d spoken to Gaston.  That was a step too.

II

Belle deliberately chose the same sofa in the library she’d shared with Gaston the next day, an exorcism of sorts.  She curled up with her notebook and pen, took a deep breath, and started writing.  An hour later she had twelve pages of writing and a sore hand.  The wolf was about to rescue Little Red from her grandmother when Jefferson threw himself at the other side of the sofa, making the whole thing bounce.

“Put the books away, it’s time to play.”  He wore a top hat made from construction paper covered in glittering gears and offered her a pipe cleaner tiara with tissue paper roses.  “Your unbirthday awaits.”

“I thought it was everyone’s unbirthday.”  She slipped her book into the oversized pockets of her cardigan before accepting the tiara.

“You’re one of the everybody, aren’t you?”  He tipped his hat at her, stood, and offered her his hand.  She only hesitates a moment before letting him help her up.  

“I am.”  She followed Jefferson to the garden where her friends were waiting to celebrate.  It was one more small step.

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Introduction Time!

Hello world of Tumblr. Thank you for wondering onto our humble blog. We are just here for a simple reason; that being to post our art, writings, scribbles, thoughts and ideas. These things will center about the current world of pop culture, anime, books, television and movies.

So as we get started let us introduce ourselves!

I'll start us off. I just want to begin with putting the basics:

I go by: Slowbito on most social media's, my official name is Ed or Eddward.

Here's a list of the things I've watched, *for favorites

Animes- Naruto*, Bleach*, Full Metal Alchemist*, Hellsing*, Attack on Titan, Cowboy Bebop*, Samuria Jack, Pokemon*, My Hero Acedamia*, Fairy Tale, Hunter x Hunter*, Avatar the Last Airbender*, Dragon Ball Z, Death Note, Fooley Cooley*, Inuyasha*, Sailor Moon, Black Lagoon, Black Blood Brothers, Trigun, Ghost in the Shell*, Tokyo Ghoul, Sword Art Online, xxxHolic, Wolf’s Rain*

Currently watching: Fairy Tale (restarted from beginning, trying to keep interest) and HxH (that I have almost completed and really putting off because I know it isn't complete T-T) and about to start Demon Slayer and The Rising of the Shield Hero

T.V- Shameless*, Lucifer*, Rick and Morty*, House M.D*, Disenchantment*, The Office*, The Handmaids Tale, The Walking Dead, Bojack Horseman, Big Mouth, Adventure Time*, Stranger Things*, Modern Family, American Horror Story*, The Good Place, Regular Show, The Simpsons, Family Guy*, American Dad, South Park, Bob's Burgers*, The Venture Bros, Drake and Josh*, iCarly, Victorious (though some of these are animated, I put them in this catagory because I don't think they are meant for young children)

Currently watching: Shameless, Bojack Horseman, American Horror Story, The Handmaids Tale, The Good Place

Cartoons: Spongebob*, Lilo and Stitch*,Gravity Falls, Steven Universe*, The Amazing World of Gumball, The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack, Tom and Jerry, Courage the Cowardly Dog*, Ed, Edd, and Eddy, Rugrats*, Dexter's Lab, Teen Titians*, Power Puff Girls, Cow and Chicken, Scooby Doo*, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends*, Chowder, Looney Toons*, Kim Possible*, Lizzie McGuire*, The Proud Family*, Wizards of Waverly Place, Even Steven*, Jake Long, Recess, Brandy and Mister Whiskers, Jessie, Phineas and Ferb

Currently watching: Spongebob, Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, wanting to watch We Bare Bears, Over the Garden Walls

Movies: Spirited Away*, Howl's Moving Castle (Anything Studio Ghibli) Lion King, Robin Hood, The Nightmare Before Christmas*, The Corps Bride* (Anything Tim Burton and Disney), Shrek* (Anything Dreamworks), Harry Potter*, Avengers series and indiviual movies*, Forrest Gump, E.T, The Hobbit* (animated and live action), Shawshank Redemption, Slingblade*, Back to the Future*, Jurassic Park*, The Wizard of Oz, Rocky series, Terminator series, 50 First Dates, Marley and Me, Grown Ups, 300, American Pie, Matrix*, Hellboy series*, Toy Story's (Anything Pixar), Avatar, Men In Black, Joker*, Dark Night/Batman series, Fast and Furious

So basically I've seen a good mix of things. I love animated things, anything that is funny, stupid, or has a good story. I grew up on Disney, Cartoon Network (Adult Swim), and Nickelodeon. I didn't have cable so a lot of what I watched was on the weekends at my nana's or when we would record tapes and brought them home. We owned so many movies, and honestly I'll never grow up so anything meant for kids, I probably have seen or currently watch. If it's even somewhat popular or trendy then I try it out and see if I like it. Even with some of these I watched I didn't like them all (I know, shame on me).

I'll give you the basics of me, as best I can. I am opinionated, but not really into politics. I never really grew out of my childhood, I am easily entertained, meme's are a simple joy of mine, and I love to watch old vines. I was introduced to YouTube by Oni, and she started me off with the best: NigaHiga, = 3 (Ray William Johnson), Anna Akana, and eventually Markiplier, and so on I grew my own likes; VizziePop, Collegehumor, Buzzfeed, Pewdiepie, Boyinaband, Prince E, TheOdd1sout, Jaiden Animation (Oni's find), FailArmy, so on and so forth. I like astrology, and my sign is Tauras. I loves food, cooking and baking is a side hobby, and I'm into all the nerdy stuff like reading, drawing, role play, and gaming.

Alright, now I will leave some links to some profiles of mine below and will leave it all to my partner!

Link for DA: Here Link for Amino profile: Here Link for Youtube: Don’t have one yet... Link for personal Tumblr: Here

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*currently my digital tablet is out so this is what I have to work with*

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Sup, Tumblr. This is my intro post.

I’ll be simplifying myself to the fundamentals:

Firstly, I go by: OniBlueArt on most social media, my name bestowed to me at birth is Oni.

Here's a list of the things I've watched, *for favorites

Animes- Naruto Shippuden*, Blood+, Dragon Ball Z, Assassination Classroom, The Ancient Magus' Bride, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Appleseed, Fruit basket, FairyTail , Attack On Titan, Baccano!, Baki The Grappler, Kamisama Kiss, Black blood brothers, Black Butler, Black lagoon*, Claymore, Devil May Cry, GunGrave, Psycho-Pass, Devil Is a Part-Timer, Wolf’s Rain*, Witchblade, Trinity Blood, Vampire Knight, XXX Holic, Tokyo Ghoul, Berserker, My hero Academia*, Soul Eater, Servamp, Hellsing*, The Sheild Hero*, Vampire Slayer, Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken, Fire Force,* Hunter x Hunter*.

T.V- Lucifer*, House M.D*, The Handmaids Tale, The Walking Dead, Stranger Things*, Modern Family, The Good Place*, Veronica Mars*, Reba*, Grey’s Anatomy, Raising Hope, The resident, New Amsterdam, Fresh off the Boat, Ghost Whisperer, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, The Good Doctor, That 70’s Show*, Izombie, Once Upon A Time, Black Mirror, New Girl, The Ranch, Dexter, The 100, 13 Reasons why, SHerlock holmes*, YOU, ZOO.

Cartoons:  Rick and Morty* Family Guy*, American Dad, South Park, The Boondocks (P.S I just hate most cartoons/Kid Shows from Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon. Fight me)

Movies: Spirited Away*, Howl's Moving Castle (Anything Studio Ghibli, Disney, or Tim Burton , Shrek* (Anything Dreamworks), Harry Potter*, Avengers series and individual movies*, Shawshank Redemption, Jurrasic Park*, Terminator series, 50 First Dates, Ace Ventura (anything Adam Sandler or Jim carry) Marley and Me, Grown-Ups, American Pie, Matrix*, Hellboy series*, Toy Story's (Anything Pixar), Avatar, Men In Black, Joker*, Dark Night/Batman series, Fast and Furious

So I share a lot of things with my partner and some things I don’t. Everything in the lists above I generally like.

Now time to get to the basics of what makes me, me.

Here is that list of things: Oxygen 65% Carbon 18% Hydrogen 9.5% Nitrogen 3.2% Calcium 1.5% Phosphorus 1.2% Potassium 0.4 Sulfur 0.2 Sodium 0.2 Chlorine 0.2 Magnesium 0.1 Other >1%

So i hope that helped you get a better understanding of me.

Last but not least my social media handles! I hope you check my teammates as well!

Link for DA: Here

Link for: Amino Survivors Community 

Link for: Amino Art Hotel Community

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11 Questions

I was tagged by @arthurmorgansgf! thank you! ive already done this but its been a while and these are dif questions so why not

arthurmorgansgf

1.what’s the most useless talent you got?  

oh man u wanna talk about useless? think those horse girls acting like horses. now imagine them trying to do more of a dog-like run. i can do that but fucking fast, or at least i could when i was younger. im not tall so i probably still could.

now thats useless!

2.whats the dumbest way youve injured yourself?  

ive injured myself in so many fucking dumb ways but ill go with the one that left a scar which is a box of assortments slipped out of my hands and scored down my knee and rested itself on a cart, (so nothing happened!) which i then slammed my knee into as i was curling my knee bcus OW. theres a scar to the left side of my right knee now sgdjsldkg

3. first fandom?  

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

4.favourite season? why?  

Spring, bcus gimme that sweet sweet rain. not as many thunderstorms as summer but not as ungodly hot, and my bday is in the spring sjdgk

5.best ice cream flavour  

watermelon sherbet hands down

6.whats your comfort food?  

chocolate cupcakes or lasagna

7. If you had to compare yourself to one fictional character, who would it be? 

im gonna be That Guy and say Arthur Morgan. We both scribble and draw, both constantly confused by the things people say to us, both see our worth as what we can do for other people and if we’re not providing we’re Horrible, both dont always wanna help people bcus of some reason or another but do anyways bcus its family/friends/a good thing to do, both like dogs, list goes on.

8.funniest joke you know?

bold of you to assume im funny 

my sense of humor is wack and all thats coming to mind is vine jokes

i guess i still love the whole joke of  “hi im michael with a b and ive been afraid of insects my whole li-”

“stop stop stop. where”

“hm?”

“wheres the b”

“tHe R e S  a  B e E ? ?”

9. favourite animal? why?  

foxes! they’re so good and soft in the winter, they’re like both cats and dogs so the best of both worlds! their liddle fluffy tail....small noises i love themmmmm,,,,wolves close second bcus of the wolf girl in me rising up (princess mononoke had some lasting effects, as did okami)

10.first video game you ever played  

either some disney princess game or pokemon ruby both on the PS

11.favourite console? why? 

hmmm....that’s hard. im stuck between gamecube, nintendo64, ps2, and wii. all bcus of nostalgic reasons, but im gonna go forward and say gamecube. 

gamecube had animal crossing for me, which was one of the first games that i played for over a year, one that i would strive to MAKE time for especially when getting ready for school, just to hear that sweet sweet 7AM and 8AM osts.....god those two songs are so fucking good,,,

and fuck, wind waker. god, wind waker. wind waker was the second LoZ game i ever beat, first being Twilight Princess just because i didnt...want WW to end. i still replay that game often and BOTW only SLIGHTLY beats WW for my favorite LoZ game. very, very close. wind waker just has a beautiful fun art style, i love the music, the characters....i just. i really love that game.

gamecube also held warioware and smash melee both of which i played ALL THE TIME with my brothers. i have a lot of good memories with those games.

TLDR gamecube bcus of nostalgic games, those i still play.

My Questions!

1. What’s your favorite time of day?

2. What’s your favorite smell?

3. What’s the best dream you’ve had? the worst?

4. What is the strangest thing you remember someone has said to you?

5. What is your favorite thing you’ve overheard from a conversation?

6. Fav viddy game?

7. What character would you love to hang out with the most? (can be from movie, game, tv series, book etc)

8. What’s a game you’ve been wanting to play, if any? (If this doesn’t apply then a movie/tv series you’ve been wanting to watch, book youve been wanting to read etc)

9. Which do you prefer? A day at the beach, walk in the forest, day out on the town, or getting cozy staying at home?

10. Describe the outfit you feel the most you in.

11. When’s the last time someone complimented you?

Not gonna tag many people, but consider yourself tagged if you haven’t done this and see this! Apologies if yall have already been tagged in something like this

@narutoast-yt @galadrieljones @mrskrazy @mephistia-arts @elenafishersps1 @snikt-snack

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Things I'm Into (Get to know me Better/Bio)

Let's start with personality/Me in General:

-I'm currently a freshman (high school)

-I play in an orchestra (Viola)

-I don't like waking up early (though I have to anyway)

-I can't take jokes (about me personally) well

-I have a relatively deep voice

-I like to draw (duh)

-I also like to lay in my bed and do absolutely nothing

-my favorite food is sushi (or any kind of Asian food)

-I'm Filipino

-I'm Aro

-My Zodiac sign is Gemini

-I never took an art class (I plan to tho)

My Outside Life (I stay inside most of the time now lol):

-I learned to ride a bike when I was four years old

-I used to go mountain Biking with my dad

-I so used to ride a skateboard and scooter (its in the back of my garage now)

-I went to a private school in my elementary years

-I'm both an introvert and an extrovert

-I'm considered 'the funny one' to some of my friends

-I'm not interested in math or science (English is okay)

Games I Like (some of which I don't play but I've watched people play):

-Minecraft (mobile)

-Cuphead

-Undertale/Deltarune

-Hearthstone (mobile)

-Pokemon

-Geometry Dash (mobile)

-Most Mario Games (Galaxy, Sunshine, Odyssey, Kart, etc.)

-Wii Music (I played the fuck out of this game when I was young don't bully me)

-Every other Wii Branded game (Sports, Play, Party, etc.)

-Splatoon (mostly the second one)

-Super Smash Brothers (Brawl and Ultimate specifically)

-Baldi's Basics

-Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion (not as much)

-FNaF (not as much)

-Parappa the Rapper

-Neverending Nightmares

-Pixel Gun 3D (mobile)

-OFF

-Oneshot

-Monument Valley (mobile)

-Punch Out (2009)

-Subnautica

Shows (Including Some Online (YouTube) Series and a tiny bit of Anime):

-Steven Universe

-The Amazing World of Gumball

-The Powerpuff Girls (old)

-Some of the Pokemon Anime

-about 80 episodes of the Yu-Gi-Oh anime

-Akame Ga Kill

-Stuff and Sam (YouTube)

-Blame the Hero (YouTube)

-Tom and Jerry

-PBS Kids shows (too many to list)

-Rick and Morty

-Family Guy

-MAD

-Llamas with Hats (YouTube)

-DHMIS (YouTube)

-Who Killed Markiplier (YouTube)

-Shadowstone Park (YouTube)

-Stranger Things

-Squirrel and Hedgehog

Books I've read (Some I still have to finish):

Deltora Quest (Emily Rodda)

Five Kingdoms (Brandon Mull)

Fablehaven (Brandon Mull)

Wings of Fire (Tui T. Sutherland)

To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee)

The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)

Animal Farm (George Orwell)

Some YouTubers I watch:

-Markiplier

-CoryXKenshin

-DashieGames

-SMG4

-CallMeCarson

-Fitz (and gang)

-Comment/Meme Awards

-MsBreezy

-Sam O' Nella Academy

-Technoblade

-DatPags

-Piemations

-TheOdd1sOut

-CalBel

-RaccoonEggs

-PIMPNITE

-JasonParadise

-Wisp

-ProZD

-Porter Robinson

-Binging with Babish

-RTGame

-JonTron

-Saberspark

-Film Cow

-MarshalDoesStuff

-Sorrow TV

-Sr. Pelo

-Kurzgezagt

-Brandon Rogers

Some Artists/Soundtracks I listen to:

-Splatoon Soundtrack

-Crywolf

-Zayde Wolf

-Bossfight

-Conro

-Petit Biscuit

-Kuuro

-Hex Cougar

-Ezgod

-Rogue

-Bishu

-Unlike Pluto

-Louis the Child

-Post Malone

-Kasbo

-Stonebank

-The Living Tombstone

-Mr. Fijiwiji

-Louis Futon

-Odesza

-Marshmello

-Imad Royal

-RAYE

-Dex Arson

-Undertale/Deltarune Soundtrack

Movies I watch:

Avengers (Endgame, Ultron, Infinity War)

Disney/Pixar animated movies (Treasure Planet, The Incredibles)

Kubo and the Two Strings

Coraline

To Kill a Mockingbird

Coco

Brave

The Lion King

Mulan

Basically Any Disney renessiance movie

Web Comics I'm Reading (Short List):

Scoob and Shag

Sarah's Scribbles

Pixie and Brutus

My Dictator Boyfriend

Nerd and Jock