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peachbear88 · 3 years ago

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A Whole New World (Pt 3)

A/N: So I have another idea for a oneshot or maybe series. "Forbidden Love". I think the name might already have been used but THIS IS THE PERFECT NAME FOR THE NEXT STORY AHHHHHHH! Anyways, back to the actual story at hand.

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You sit down cautiously in the leather seat in front of you, almost sighing. The chair is much more comfortable then you thought.

"So... what do you want from me?" You ask timidly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as his gaze sears into you.

"Why do you think I want something from you?" He asks and you meet his eyes, noticing the amused glint in them.

"Because you didn't hand me over to the police and instead, brought me here." You gesture to the spacious, glamorous office. He chuckles, standing up to look out the massive floor to ceiling window.

"Touchè." You fidget nervously, waiting for him to continue. "I saw you paying a visit to the youngest Maximoff." Your breath hitches in your throat as he turns to look at you. "Very skilled, the whole, swinging from the tree branch." You flush and he smirks. "Young love. I presume you'd like her hand in marriage as well." Your face turns an even brighter shade of red and he chuckles. Not a genuine, hearty chuckle but a cold, dark laugh.

"She has to marry someone that benefits the company though." You pause, letting the smallest sliver of hope leak into your speech. "Right?"

Loki laughs cruelly, crushing the liquid hope you had.

"Correct. But. I can help you." You look up into his icy green eyes and he smirks. "I can make you rich enough to qualify for her hand in marriage. Powerful enough." You lean forward eagerly but he leans back, knowing fully well he had you wrapped around his little finger. "Nothing comes for free though."

You reach into your pocket, pulling out the brooch and examining it. You take a deep breath, steeling your resolve before turning back to him.

"What would I have to do?"

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"All I need is for you to go into that cave and fetch me an object. A simple oil lamp to be specific." You arch an eyebrow.

"Easy peasey." He stops you, pulling you back from the mouth of the cavern.

"Not so fast. You cannot touch any of the treasures in there, no matter how tempted. And trust me, you will be tempted." You gulp, noting the ominous tone in his voice.

"Got it. How hard could it really be?" You mutter, slowly inching down the cavern. A pebble slips, sending you tumbling down the semi-smooth stone slide. You scream as you fall, hitting the bottom of the slide with a grunt. "Didn't see that coming." Dusting yourself off, you slink through the dark, ominous cave. The further you descend into the cave, the more tempting the mounds of gold and jewels become. The cavern expands, leading into a massive area, dozens of tall, sharp pillars looming above you. Dead in the center, perched upon the tallest pillar is the desired lamp. You smile, stepping towards the pillar only to be upended by a small gem. You go flying, squeezing your eyes shut as you prepare yourself for the harsh impact but it never comes. Instead, you find yourself on a fluffy carpet. It ripples beneath you, and for a moment, you fear the whole cave is coming apart. Then the carpet pushes you off it and you shriek. The carpet, the carpet that just caught you is moving. You examine it curiously, pacing around it.

"A frickin' magic carpet." You exclaim as it watches you inspect it, impatiently gesturing towards the giant slab of stone crushing it. You scratch your chin before slipping your fingers between a small gap under the rock. "Alright, here we go." You grunt, heaving the rock. The carpet tugs and the moment the stone lifts a little, the carpet zips out, dipping and whirling around the cavern, sending gold cascading everywhere. Eventually, it calms down, circling around you and patting your shoulders enthusiastically. "Not a problem bud." You return your attention to the towering pillar in front of you. "Alright. Let's do this."

You pull yourself up, following the pre-set trail you had created for yourself as you grip another sharp handhold. A bit of blood trickles down from a thin cut on your palm and you grimace before continuing your steep climb. Your muscles are on fire, the thin cut on your hand tearing wider and wider every second. With one final pull, you reach the top of the pillar, the dusty lamp shining right back at you. Not wasting a second, you grab the lamp and slowly lower yourself down to where the carpet stands, watching you with anticipation.

"All right! Now to get out of here..." You dust of your thin, ragged pants, leaving a thick line of blood smeared on the fabric. After a few moments, you locate the tunnel you came from and make your way up the steep slope. Your footsteps echo off the large cave as you reach the large stone slide. A gem next to your foot catches your eye and you lean down, examining it. The carpet frantically waves at you, even slapping you but you push it away, picking up the gem. "No one's going to notice one small gem missing. I could go without stealing for a whole month without this gem." You shrug before slipping it into your pocket. The effect is instantaneous, a roaring voice echoing through the cave.

"You have touched the forbidden treasure. Now, you will never again see the light of day!" Molten lava spews forth from the cracks in the cavern, rapidly covering the stone. You jump up, leaping from stone to stone, clambering up the rocky slide. At the mouth of the cave, Loki stands, watching you frantically scale the rocky wall, unable to find the strength to pull yourself up the last bit of the wall.

"A little help would be nice!" You cry and Loki peers down at you, golden staff in hand.

"Give me the lamp first." He sneers and you resist.

"No. Your hand first!" He leans closer to you and his once handsome features contort into an angry scowl.

"Give me the lamp first." He repeats and you relent, reaching into your pocket and handing him the lamp. He examines it greedily while you cling onto the rock face.

"Now your hand!" He looks back down at you, all the kindness from before gone.

"How about my foot?" Your eyes widen as he raises his foot and steps on your hand, squishing it. You cry out in pain as he relentlessly twists his foot, agonizing pain shooting up your arm. Unable to hold on any longer, you fall, the sweltering heat radiating against your body before you hit a soft surface, soaring up into the air. Prying your eyes open, you look down to see carpet, speeding towards the entrance of the cave where Loki stands, still entranced by the lamp. The carpet speeds up and you reach out, snatching the lamp from Loki's hands. Loki roars in anger, pushing you backwards with the butt of his staff as the cave crumbles. Rocks tumble down, covering the entrance as you fly backwards towards a certain doom. Right at the last moment, carpet catches you and the two of you go tumbling back down into the darkness of the cave.

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"Ugh..." You groan, your eyes fluttering open. You're greeted by a brightly colored carpet hovering above you. "Hi." You mutter, pushing yourself into a sitting position. The lamp is still tightly clutched in your hand and you stare at it, wondering what that man could've possibly wanted from such a dusty relic. You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck before returning your attention to the carpet. "Well, you know any way out of here buddy?" The carpet makes exaggerated gestures with it's golden tassels at the lamp. You hold up the lamp, confused. "This old thing?" The carpet nods vigorously (at least you think it's nodding) and you shrug. "What's the worst that could happen." You take a deep breath, slowly rubbing at the lamp with your injured hand, blood smearing over the dusty brass surface. Slowly but surely, a thick blue fog spirals out of the lamp, revealing a massive blue figure. You stumble backwards, still clinging onto the lamp.

"Oh great one who summons me, terrible one who commands me, I stand by my oath, loyalty to wishes three." The figure roars. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out, just a pathetic little whimper.

"Eh..."

He clears his throat, peering down into the darkness.

"I said, 'Oh great...'" His eyes land on you. "Excuse, me, dude, where's your boss?" You stand there, gaping as he waves his massive blue hands in front of your face. "Help me out here, where's your boss? If I was just gonna talk to myself, I could've stayed in the lamp."

"Eh... Uh...." You gulp as he stares at you impatiently.

"Hellooooooooo!"

"I uh.... I'm talking to uh.... Smoking blue giant?"

"No! BRRRRRRRRR." He hums out, shrinking down and swirling around you. "I am not a giant, I am a genie. There is a difference." He retorts, waving his finger in front of you. "Giants are not real." He reclines back, leaving you frozen in shock. "Where's your boss?"

"Uh, my boss?"

He sighs.

"Look, kid, I've been doing this a long time, all right? There's always a guy, you know..." You watch his hands, noting how he uses them to gesture with every word he utters. "He's cheated somebody, or buried somebody." He explains, teleporting behind you and floating around. "I mean, you get my point. Where's that guy?" You nod in understanding.

"I know that guy. He's outside." The genie's face lights up.

"So, it's just you and me down here?" A telescope appears in his hand with a blue puff and he scans the cave through it, his brown eye bulging out from the glass. You nod, unable to form coherent words. "So you rubbed the lamp?"

"Uh-huh." He scratches his goatee.

"Huh. Do you mind if I just, you know, stretch it out over here?" He asks, already floating away from you. You look around the cave, searching for another being that the genie could possibly be asking.

"Uh, are you asking me?" He groans as he stretches out.

"Yeah, you're my master." You laugh dryly, swallowing.

"Yeah no, you look like you should be my master."

The genie shrugs, looking you up and down.

"Yeah, but that's not quite how it works." You stare at the lamp, mystified.

"How long have you been in here?"

"'Bout a thousand years." You stare at him skeptically.

"A thousand years?"

"A ThoUSanD YeARs." He mocks you, sitting down on a rock. "Is it just me or does everything surprise you?" You don't answer and he sighs, floating towards you. "So you really don't know who I am. Genie, wishes, lamp, none of that ringing a bell?" You don't respond and he looks taken aback. "Wow. Well, that's a first." He teleports a few feet away, snapping his fingers. "Monkey!" A small, frail looking monkey appears with cymbals and a band drum attached to it's back. It starts clapping the cymbals together rhythmically and blowing into a small kazoo. You stare at the monkey and the genie brushes you off. "Oh, don't worry 'bout him, he's fine." The genie starts clapping along before bursting into song.

"Well, Ali Baba, he had them 40 thieves,"

"Scheherazade had a thousand tales."

"But master, you're in luck,"

"Because up your sleeves, you got a genie that never fails!"

He finishes with jazz hands, the monkey's kazoo dying off with a slight squeak. You look at the carpet apprehensively only to see it clapping it's stray threads off.

"Whoo!" The genie exclaims, zooming around. "I'm the best." You stare at him, unbelieving. He sighs.

"Not enough, huh?" You don't reply. "I'm kidding, watch this."

A beam of blue light shoots out of his finger tip, hitting the monkey, who goes flying. The monkey lands on a tall pile of rock, behind a drum set. A jazzy upbeat tune fills the dark cavern.

"Here I go!"

"Uh! Ooh! Whoo!"

"Back up!"

The carpet disappears, reappearing on another tall pile of rock, shaking a pair of maracas rhythmically.

"Uh-oh! Watch out!"

He scats and a trumpet appears in the monkey's mouth, blasting out a high note.

"You done wound me up!"

"'Bout to show you what I'm workin' with. Uh!"

"Well, Ali Baba he had them 40 thieves,"

"Scheherazade had a thousand tales!"

"But, master, you're in luck because up your sleeves,"

"You got a brand of magic never fails."

The genie appears behind you, the golden shackles on his forearms glowing with power.

"You got some power in your corner now,"

"Heavy ammunition in your camp!"

His arms turn into golden cannons that fire bright blue blasts to emphasize his point.

"You got some punch, pizzazz,"

"Yahoo, and how?"

"All you gotta do is rub that lamp,"

"And then I'll say,"

"Missus, man what's your name, whatever, what will your pleasure be?"

"Let me take your order I'll jot it down,"

"You ain't never had a friend like me."

He picks you up and plops you into an elegant restaurant where a menu is thrown in front of you.

"Life is your restaurant and I'm your maître d'."

"Come whisper to me whatever it is you want,"

"You ain't never had a friend like me!"

"We pride ourselves on service!"

"You the boss, the king, the shah!"

"Say what you wish, it's yours, true dish!"

"How 'bout a lil more paprikash?"

You disappear behind mounds of the Sokovian delicacy, reappearing between racks of clothing.

"Have some of column A,"

"Try all of column B."

Blue strings attach themselves to your arms and you find yourself being whirled around, dancing, but from your point of view, you look like a flailing chicken.

"I'm in the mood to help you dude,"

"You ain't never had a friend like me."

He starts scatting as he pulls you around like a puppet.

"Can your friends do this?"

You point to a clone of the genie, who's standing on his head, his lower half spinning around like a disco ball.

"Can your friends do that?"

You point the other way to another clone of the genie who is whirling around a magic lasso.

"Can your friends pull this,"

"Outta they lil hat?"

He reaches into a top hat and slowly pulls out the magic carpet.

"Can your friends go,"

He starts beatboxing, bright flares shooting illuminating the cave.

"I'm the genie, of the lamp, I can sing rap dance if you give me a chance."

A couch appears behind you and you fall backwards, landing on the plush cushions.

"Don't sit there buggy eyed,"

"I'm here to answer all your mid-day prayers."

"You got me bona fide,"

"Certified,"

"You got a genie for your charged affairs."

He slaps a certificate into your hands and the couch zooms forward at light speed, throwing you off. You wave your arms desperately, attempting to balance yourself as you teeter precariously above a pit of molten magma. The genie pulls you back by the hook of your jacket.

"I got a powerful urge,"

"To help you out,"

"So whatcha wish,"

"I really wanna know."

"You got a list that's 3 miles long no doubt."

"All you gotta do is rub like so."

The lamp goes flying into your hands as the genie appears next to you.

"Missus?"

"Y/N." You reply.

"Yes!"

“One wish or two or three?"

"Well, I'm on the job, you big nabob,"

"You ain't never had a friend,"

"Never had a friend."

"You ain't never had a friend,"

"Never had a friend."

"You ain't never."

"Had a."

"Friend."

"Like."

"Me!"

He scats as fireworks go off, lighting the cave up in blue, red, green, gold and purple.

"You ain't never had a friend like me."

The scene fades and you stand there, still trying to comprehend the turn of events. The genie's large blue face appears in front of you.

"You can clap now." He smirks, imitating a mic drop. You raise your hands slowly to clap and he immediately stops you. "No, no no, please, please. You can thank me outside. In the sun. When you wish us out." You smile numbly before shaking your head.

"Wait so.... how does it work?" The genie's face drops into disbelief.

"You're.... You're kidding right?" He sputters, shrinking back down to a normal size. "The- The whole song was the- The instructions!" He grabs your hand, sighing. "Obviously you can't dance and listen at the same time. "So here's the basics." The lamp appears in his hand and he mimes rubbing it. "Step one, rub the lamp." A second head appears on his body. "Step 2, say what you want." A third head appears. "Step 3." The other two heads disappear as you continue walking hand in hand with the genie. "There is no step 3! See, it's that easy!" He waves his hand. "You get three wishes.They must begin with you rubbing the lamp and saying 'I wish' got it?" You nod slowly.

"I think so...." He smiles.

"Great! A few more rules. You can't wish for more wishes, 3 is enough. I can't make anybody love anybody." Pink hearts float around his head. "Or bring anybody back from the dead." Papyrus wraps around him, muffling his speech and giving it an eerie feeling. "Feel free to interrupt me anytime you don't understand." You give a sigh of relief, opening your mouth to ask a question but he immediately cuts you off. "I'm kidding, don't ever interrupt me, no matter what." You close your mouth. "Now, I usually don't have to go through all this because by the time the guy." He emphasizes 'the guy' with little quotation marks. "Gets to me, he already knows what he wants and it generally has to do with," He clears his throat expanding to a large size, a red glow hugging his blue skin. "Tons of money and power! Mwahahahaha!" He exclaims evilly, money raining down from the roof of the cave. He shrinks back down into his normal size. "Do me a favor, do not drink from that cup. I promise you, there is not enough money or power on Earth for you to be satisfied. Good? Well, what's your first wish?" You scratch your chin thoughtfully.

"Well, I have to think about it. I mean, if there are only 3," The genie scoffs in disbelief. "I mean, why are there only 3 anyways?" He cuts you off, waving his hands about.

"I don't know! Who cares?" You smirk, approaching him.

"You don't know? I thought you were all knowing."

"That's 'cause you don't listen. I never said I was all knowing, I said I was all powerful." He quips. "The most powerful being in the universe." He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "Look, whatever I don't know, I know I can learn it. Outside in the sun. Why are you playing hard to wish?" He exclaims exasperatedly. "Give us some sun!" You relent, smiling and placing the lamp behind you.

"All right Genie. I wish for you to get us out of this cave."

"Boom! Booyah!" The genie zooms around excitedly. "She has made her first wish!" He reappears in a flight attendant uniform holding a safety brochure. "Thank you for choosing Genie Airlines. Please don't forget to tip your genie on the way out!" 3 more genies appear behind him in similar uniform, waving at you. "Hold yourself kid!" He whirls around you, bright blue fog enveloping you until you finally reappear outside on the outskirts of Sokovia.

"Whoa." You mutter, nauseated at the sudden movement. The carpet does a flip, soaring off into the air. "Why is the monkey still here?" You gesture to the little frail monkey next to you.

"Oh. Uh, consider it a gift." You shrug, picking the monkey up and depositing it on your shoulder. He snaps and the two of you are sitting under a makeshift tent, a chess board between the two of you. You gulp, holding your head. "Can you warn me before you do that?" He waves you off.

"You'll get used to it. So, have you decided what you're going to wish for?" He bites into an apple. You shrug.

"Nope. Haven't really thought about it." The genie laughs, depositing the apple on the chess board.

"Wow. You really are not that guy." You sit up in the woven tanning chair, watching the genie.

"So what would you wish for." The genie examines you thoughtfully before staring back at Sokovia.

"Easy. I would wish to be free." He raps his knuckles against the golden bands on his forearms. "To not have to say," Poof! He reappears in front of you in a waiter's uniform. "How may I help you?" Poof! He reappears in the chair beside you in his normal outfit. "Freedom. I wish to be human." You look at him curiously.

"Why don't you just set yourself free?" He laughs derisively, clapping.

"Only way I can be set free is if the owner of the lamp uses one of their wishes to set me free. The last time that happened was like, the fourth of Never-ary."

"I'll do it." You volunteer. "I've got 3 right?"

"Actually, 2. You used one to get out of the cave." The genie corrects and you smirk.

"DId I? Or did you? I thought I had to be rubbing the lamp."

"Okay little street-girl. Let's rewind the tape." He imitates a cassette tape rewinding. He examines the playback. "Okay! I see what you did there." You smile at him.

"At least now I can use my last wish to set you free." He leans forward in his woven tanning chair..

"See this is the thing. The more you have, the more you want." You look out at Sokovia.

"That's not me." The genie hums skeptically.

"We'll see about that."

"But... There is something." You sigh and the genie instantly notices the lovesick expression on your face.

"Oh! Seen that look before." With a blue puff, he appears in front of you, lying on his stomach, his chin resting on his hands. "Who's the guy?" You don't look at him.

"It's.... It's a girl." He smiles at you supportively.

"Well, I can't make anyone fall in love with anyone." You quickly shake your head.

"No, no. We had a connection." He quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Alright, alright."

"She's smart, kind, incredibly beautiful. But she has to marry- Hold on, can you make me rich?" The genie teleports back to his chair.

"Kid, there is a lot of gray area in 'Make me rich'." He snaps his fingers and a rich business man in a stylish black suit appears a few feet away. "I could just make you rich." You immediately backpedal, shaking your head.

"No, no, no." The genie nods.

"Right 'cause then you'd be stuck with this guy. Be specific with your words. The key is in the detail." He advises and you nod. "Which I don't really understand because if she already likes you, why change?"

You shrug.

"I told you, she has to marry someone that benefits her family's business." The genie stands up, fiddling with his fingers.

"Alright, I can do that. An official wish this time, for those of us that are counting." You clear your throat nervously.

"Genie, I wish..." He snaps his fingers, pointing at the lamp. "Oh right! Sorry." You pick up the lamp, rubbing it. "All right. Genie..." He raises his hands in mock surrender.

"Don't hurt em Genie."

"I wish... to become rich." You squeeze your eyes shut, preparing for the worst. The genie smiles, waving his hands.

"Back up kid, I need some room to work. I'm gonna fabulize you."

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seven-oomen · 4 years ago

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Hi, Ben! I hope your day is going well so far! Are you still getting snow, or has the storm calmed a bit? We’re supposed to be getting a potentially severe ice storm over the course of today. There’s already a thin layer this morning, we’ll see how the rest of the day goes. And temperatures are supposed to stay in about the -4 to -6C range the rest of the week. I’m very glad that I’m off the next couple of days, and managed to get by the grocery last night after work.

I saw your post about writing and writing styles! It was helpful because I’ve not really seen the different styles written out and explained before. I’m still not 100% which I am, but probably either an intuitive plotter or a methodological pantser. Usually there’s a scene or a line or two that I’m like “this needs to happen in this story” and everything else is fairly free-form. I did try actually writing down an outline for IYWTD, but even then it’s more a list of beats/tropes and the order I want to include them in. (And I’ve only just made it past halfway through, although a couple may need to be altered a bit, oh god, how did this get so long…)

It’s also always kinda of amusing to me how many of those writing advice lists are like “Don’t do this”, “Stop doing this”, “Never do that”, and then they’ll encourage you to find your own voice and style. Like, bitch, you just told me not to ever do half the shit that makes up my style. Which am I supposed to do? Damn. XD (You will seriously pry adverbs and similar descriptors from my cold, dead, grasping hands. Also the occasional epithet. No, I’m not using a character’s name nine times in one paragraph, sorry, and pronouns don’t always help if the characters are the same gender. The reader can deal. ;D )

And I feel ya on the tall, skinny, blue-eyed boys thing. It doesn’t have to be just a white boy, but if he’s taller than me, slender, and has a pretty pair of baby blues, my higher brain functions tend to go into insta-lag. I ain’t particularly proud, but I’ve long accepted this about myself (there are many reasons Luke became my forever BAE.) That’s not to say a lack of any of those is a deal-breaker in the slightest, but it’s definitely going to immediately get my attention.

Speaking (vaguely) of Luke, I had a thought the other day of him and Din being off on some planet together (Grogu is staying with Aunt Leia and Uncle Han for a few days), and there’s a noise in the middle of the night, and Din refuses to accept Luke’s assurance that there’s nothing out there, and in true himbo fashion insists on going out to investigate having grabbed only the darksaber and his helmet to cover his face -but nothing else. Luke just finds it a combo of hysterical and adorable (and kinda hot.)

I hope your novel is going well (whatever stage you happen to be at), and I’m always up for hearing whatever you feel like sharing about it.

I hope you’re still doing well with the whole eating and hydrating regularly thing (it’s also totally okay if you aren’t!), and I’m super proud of you for sticking to it as much as you can anyway. That shit is hard. (Also, ignore the 1500 calories thing, I swear that shit is designed for 130lb women trying to shed a few pounds, not people who need to safely and steadily lose larger amounts of weight. But then I’ve also never fully understood making someone lose weight before surgery, either. “We need you to get rid of some excess weight before we’ll okay this surgery to *checks notes* get rid of some excess weight." Like, weird flex, but okay.)

Anyway, I’m rambling again, and should really eat some breakfast and try to write a little myself today, maybe. Hope you’re feeling okay, and that things are going well overall. I hope Mo is doing well, and enjoying his best cuddle buddy life. Take care! *Hugs!*

Okay, gonna try this this way so that I can refer back to the links on my phone if need be. I couldn’t quite see the full entries for the physical descriptions, and when I tried clicking on them it kept asking for a login, but I think I saw enough to get the gist. I’m not sure exactly what sort of feedback you’re interested in, if any, so this will mainly be my usual sort of rambling stream-of-consciousness type thoughts and questions. Hope that’s okay. Feel free to ignore if it’s not what you’re after right now! :D

I think one of the first questions that popped to mind was where is/what happened to Ellie’s mom, and is that something that’s going to cause problems later in some way? (I.e.- was she killed on a hunt, are they divorced, was it bitter or amicable [would she come after her daughter if she heard about his relationship?]) I guess technically similar questions could also apply to Nate (late husband, ex-husband, ex-boyfriend, one night stand, sperm donor?) it was just more noticeable with Ellie being so young still. Although that could also be part of why he’s ended up in Wyoming, which was another question I had, although there I assume it’s hunt-related.

I also anticipate quite a bit of tension of all kinds when he and Nate first meet, because Faron strikes me from his descriptions as someone rather used to being able to get his own way either through the influence of who he is, or through his size (not necessarily in any kind of intentional or aggressive way, more in an unconscious privilege kind of way, if that makes sense?), and I don’t think Nate sounds like the type to give two shits about either of those things, and it would probably drive Faron up the proverbial wall that Nate isn’t intimidated by him in the slightest. (I could be entirely wrong about all this, this is just the impression I get so far. :D ) And I think Nate being noticeably older than him would just make it that much more irritating at first, too. Now, how long these impressions last will just depend on how quickly they get to know each other, and whether Bachelor #3 is helping or hindering things. XD The potential for just sitting back and watching the fireworks as “laid-back dad jokes with a quick temper” clashes with “quiet, reserved, and possibly takes themselves slightly too seriously” might prove too much for our last contestant for a while, depending on where his personality falls. ;D (Especially since Faron coming in and starting shit will likely come off as a direct threat to people and places Nate considers under his protection.)

Also, are any of these three going to have met before? Will Nate already have some sort of relationship with the werewolf (Does he already know about the supernatural at all?) Did he and Faron encounter each other on the trip to Europe you mentioned in the Life Highlights? If he and the wolf already know each other, how does he get along with Cas, or Nate’s pets? Is the werewolf also going to be native to the region? Does he know anything about Faron’s family? Does Faron already know he’s a werewolf, or is that going to be a bit of a crisis for him later? A test of how well he’s learned not to judge? If Nate doesn’t already know, how will he deal with both their secrets? Do you plan for full-shift only wolves, partial-shift only wolves, or a mix of the two like TW? Are there other supes in the area?

I think you mentioned maybe having him be of Native American descent? I think that could be very interesting, but would require a LOT of research into which tribes are active in the Yellowstone area, and what their individual mythologies say about things like shapeshifters, and LGTBQ+ issues, etc., because there can be a fair amount of variance, I’m sure. Also, I’m just overall curious how he’ll fit in with the other two size wise (get your mind out of the gutter, you know what I mean. XD ) Also curious if any o them are going to have the slightest clue on the feelings front, or are they all going to be just absolute disasters? Will the kids figure it out before they do? Will the kids get along? (Will BachelorWolf have any kids of his own, or just Nate and Faron?) Will Nate’s coworkers have any clue about either the supernatural, or what’s going on with those three? Because I suspect at least some of them will be way more obvious than they think they’re being. XD

Uh… I think that was all that’s occured to me right now?… I’m sorry you’re having a yucky day overall, and I hope tomorrow’s a bit better! The ice storm has finally moved in here, and I can feel the temperature drop radiating off of the front door and windows. It went from rain to freezing rain/hail and I’m not sure how long it’s supposed to last. Hopefully only a little while. Also, sorry your book was terrible. I haven’t seen too many recent recommendations from friends, and I’ve been mostly reading “cozy” mysteries (Agatha Christie, Elizabeth Peters, etc) as my comfort reading myself, lately, so I can’t really suggest anything in particular, unfortunately. At least, nothing I think you wouldn’t already know. Anyway, hope you’re getting some decent rest, and hope you have a better day tomorrow! Take care! *Hugs!*

Alright since this is going to be like a very long one, I’m break it down into a few things.

First full physical descriptions, cause I didn’t know Milanote would be a bitch about it.

Nate:

164 cm (5'4), 75 kg (166 lbs), Short slightly overweight trans man in his middle age. Nearly always the shortest man in the room, only standing around 5'4 and weighing in around 166 lbs. With kind moss green eyes that have permanent crow's feet in their corners and a polite but reserved smile always on his face.

A face that's framed by faint freckles that are only visible in the sunlight. A neatly trimmed beard spices up his features and frames his pink lips. His thick but short eyebrows frame his eyes and create a short arc to his slim nose.

A high forehead separates his brows from his wavy dark blond hair that's always tucked behind his ears.

He generally wears the Superintendents' Park Ranger uniform while on duty. When he's not he wears comfortable jeans and t-shirts, usually a mono color like green, white, or black, plaid flannel shirts, socks with the weirdest patterns and colors, and hiking boots. He wears a steel ring on his right index finger and has a little steel Mjolnir on a necklace around his neck.

He's missing two fingers (his ring and little finger) on his left hand due to a childhood accident.

Faron:

185 cm (6'1 ft), 93 kg (205 lbs), Faron is a tall man with plenty of muscle from his time hunting. He can seem daunting and intimidating when you first meet him but there is a kinder, softer side to him. He has a warm light brown skin color, blue eyes, and black natural tight curly hair that he keeps very short. His full dark beard decorates his cheeks and chin, connects to his upper lip, and all the way up to his sideburns.

He tends to wear dark clothing, leather jackets, no jewelry that could identify him, jeans, henley shirts, or V-neck shirts, and black, brown, or red jackets. He usually wears black combat boots or dark brown hiking boots. He's got knives and other weapons hidden all over his body and pockets and it might take him a good few minutes to unload every single knife from his body when he was to disarm.

There are also scars all over his body, including some scars on his neck that are visible from day to day life. He had the bad luck of being struck down by a vicious Wendigo but managed to escape. He survived thanks to his sister's quick thinking and first aid.

He covers some of those scars up with tattoos; he has one tattoo of a dragon laying down on his shoulder, with its head on his chest and its body curling over his shoulder and ending just below his shoulder blades. And one tattoo covers up some scars on his lower arm, it's a tattoo of a wolf's head that covers up a bite mark.

Dichali:

He’s 37 and has 4 siblings, and two children, Kajika & Kaniya (Jika & Niya, identical twins, but one of them identifies as male, he’s trans. Kajika is his chosen/reassigned name. They are 10.) Dichali grew up in Riverton, WY, which is the largest town of 10,000 in the largest Native Reservation in Wyoming. He’s also a dear friend to our Nate (who is also his boss technically) and has slowly been falling in love with him for the last few years. (Although he still hasn’t realized that he loves his friend.)

Yena, his coworker and friend, who’s much younger at 25 has been watching her coworker and her boss joke and dance around each other. She has a betting pool with her girlfriend on who snaps first.

Not sure how I’ll connect him to Faron if it’s more fun/better to have him find out later or to already know him and keep it quiet.

I’m still working on him, so I don’t have much of personality and other things written down yet. But I have made his physical description:

At 178 cm (5'8) and 83 kilos (182 lbs) Dichali probably isn't the tallest man you've met, he's also not the shortest. And while he's got some good muscle on him from working as a Park Ranger, and being a werewolf, he also has some softer sides. All the better to cuddle with. He has long straight brown hair that falls to his mid-back and deep brown eyes and a long nose that ends prominently. His eyebrows are thin and he has a high forehead. His skin is a light Tawny color, there's a hint of an orange brown with a cool undertone.

His skin is also relatively clear and youthful looking because of his lycanthropy.

He tends to wear pants and jackets made by native designers and always incorporates native fashion into his outfits. He has jackets of mostly gray, blue, brown, and black colors made of denim, cotton, wool, or brass that are lined with more traditional cloths and patterns like the designer brand Ginew. Usually he pairs them with dark jeans, either black, gray, or dark blue. He pairs it with white, blue, red, black, or printed band t-shirts (Metallica, Green Day, Marianas Trench).

For shoes he has brown hiking boots that are part of the Ranger uniform, more western styled boots like black cowboy boots, and a pair of sneakers.He also wears a copper bracelet with lighting bolts etched into it.

Now this whole story got started because I had the question what if we had a DILF romance going on while/because the following happened?

What if a YouTube video that accidentally got uploaded shows the existence of a werewolf in Yellowstone park? Threatening to expose the entire supernatural world.

The werewolves right now are a mix, so half shift is like the classical half shift of a wolf head on a man’s body, but the full shift is more like a larger wolf. Almost the size of a black bear. Though I might change those ideas as the story progresses.

But that is how the Cryptid of Yellowstone is brought into the world. And that brings problems. Big problems.

Wendigos, vampires, djins, I plan to create a world where a lot of supernatural creates exist. From all sorts of cultures. I’m also toying with the idea of Kelpies and Griffins. That kind of stuff.

The supernatural world is hidden from ours, hidden in plain sight if you will. Most encounters are written off as really strange, sometimes a picture pops up, but with the coming of the internet, things have gotten more complicated. Also with deforestation and competition with regular wildlife has made some bigger supernatural creatures either extinct or thought to be extinct. They’re not sure what still lives in Australia, though.

Nate or his son don’t know about the supernatural world. Neither does Yena. Or much of the world. Dichali, his children (to some extent), Faron, and Faron’s family do know about this world.

Alright, as for your other post XD

Right now it’s no longer storming but due to the freezing temperatures the snow’s not going away and all public transport and delivery services are still not driving/delivering/running. So that’s neat. Not.

I swear we get some snow and the country is just down. Upside, ain’t nobody going outside and this helps with lockdown.

I hope your snowstorm won’t be too bad and everything thaws down soon. Snow’s fun for a day but after that...

Make sure you stay warm alright? And bundle up.

Yes dad... alright XD

Honestly, I’m glad to hear you liked my advice too. I’m getting quite a bit of positive feedback on it and that just makes me really happy ^^. I’m definitely writing more writing advice from everything I’ve learned so far.

There’s honestly so many contradicting ones out there, it’s a matter of picking and choosing which ones work best for you and applying those. And that’s the real trick of advice.

Fun fact, a lot of famous writers are also pantsers. Steven King, Neil Gaiman, George RR Martin are examples of famous pantsers or gardeners as they are also called.

John Grisham, JK Rowling, RL Stein fall into the plotter or architect category.

Writers like Hank Green seem to fall in the in-between category of plantser (somewhere between a plotter and a pantser. Or the Intuitive plotter.)

Okay but the DinLuke things is really really kinda hot and cute and adorable and has me smiling <3

And I can’t remember what else I wanted to say since it is like 2 am and my meds are seriously kicking in now.

But I hope you’re doing alright and that the snowstorm isn’t too bad where you’re at.

I’ll be alright, my diet hasn’t been going so well the last few days and I can’t really exercise, but I did mostly get healthy groceries that will be delivered friday so there’s that.

Fingers crossed I can pick it back up.

Okay I’m heading to bed XD

I’ll talk to you later, B <3

Hugs from me and Mo <3

#my ocs #please don't reblog #B #my convos with anon #ben writes original fiction #submission

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yoshifics · 7 years ago

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Rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

So I was tagged by @snowwolf1118, which thank you sweetheart, that was very appreciated. I also should have waited until later to answer this (it’s 1:30 am atm) but nah.

Tagging: @drblovewrite, @reioka, @healingmichiko, @not-close-to-straight, @vehuhia, @tonystarktogo, @xxxbladeangelxxx, @drunkvoldemort, @kitcat1925, @oswald--copperpot, @sih, @maixlen, @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries, @cywscross, @aerialflight, @poetry-protest-pornography, @unclesteeb, @funkzpiel, @vehuhia

Feel free to do this or not pals! And now, about me

the last … 

1. drink: Ice cold water (which reminds me I should have taken my meds with it whoops)

2. phone call: My dad, who reminded me to make reservations for the place I’ll be staying at during my internship this fall

3. text message: (I’m including Messenger in this) my friends, to exchange study notes

4. song you listened to: Alice, by Fullkawa Honpo (古川本舗) feat Vocaloid. Which hey, surprisingly enough I didn’t know who Honpo was so that was useful.

5. time you cried: Probably sometime last week, while I was reading fanfic. I’m reasonably sure it was Chyetirye that made me cry, because this fic is as heartwrenching as it is beautiful. Otherwise, I generally shed a tear or two when I read mutual pining and misunderstanding fics.

6. dated someone twice: Never dated, not interested in starting either

7. kissed someone and regretted it: Well I’ve kissed exactly two people in my life and haven’t regretted either of those

8. been cheated on: Never dated, so never been cheated on.

9. lost someone special: Nope.

10. been depressed: I think I’m in a constant state of depression so now

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Never thrown up

favorite colors (can’t bother with shades right now, sorry)

12. Blue

13. Purple

14. Green

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: Yep! All of them on here :)

16. fallen out of love: Never been in love, and don’t plan on doing so either

17. laughed until you cried: Yes, several times and it was glorious

18. found out someone was talking about you: Nope

19. met someone who changed you: I’m not self-aware enough to realise if I’ve changed so nope

20. found out who your friends are: If by that you mean I’ve realised who my friends aren’t then nope

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: Yes. If by facebook list you mean we’re friends on facebook at least.

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Pretty much all of them? My online friends are mostly on tumblr, so...

23. do you have any pets: Noooooooo! I’ve had one pet in my life, and it was a beta fish I called Émeraude despite the fact that he was blue (I had my gems confused ok). I wanna get a snake at some point though. Dunno when, but it’s gonna happen

24. do you want to change your name: Nope, I love my name

25. what did you do for your last birthday: Probably had dinner with the family and went to Chinatown/cinema with friends. And cake, of course, I’m always down for cake.

26. what time did you wake up: 7:25 because of my alarm

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Reading fanfiction, like I do every night

28. name something you can’t wait for: Knowing everything about myself, controlling that awful procrastination, meeting @ngoziu at comiccon NYC, finding a cuddle buddy...

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Sunday! Because I went back home for the weekend

31. what are you listening to right now: The Adventure Zone episode 56 by the McElroys

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: Does Thomas count? If so yes, we had like 4 of them in my program.

33. something that is getting on your nerves: My stupid procrastinating unmotivated ass.

34. most visited website: AO3, definitely

35. hair colour: Black

36. long or short hair: Short (I’m tryinna grow an afro), but currently wearing crochet braids.

37. do you have a crush on someone: Nope, unless you count platonic friendly crushes. If so, I’ve got tons

38. what do you like about yourself: The fact that I can accidentally fool everyone into thinking I’m a chill and well adjusted person. Wasn’t that a surprise when I discovered it

39. piercings: I’ve got pierced ears (dating back to my baby days) but it’s been forever since I wore earring so not really.

40. blood type: I’m very ashamed to say that I have no idea.

41. nickname: Shishi. Yoshi. Shir.

42. relationship status: Single pringle, really don’t wanna mingle

43. zodiac: Libra.

44. pronouns: She/Her mostly by habit, but I’m testing out a bunch of them atm so to be continued

45. favourite tv show: Avatar the Last Airbender. You can pry it away from my cold dead hands, because I love this show.

46. tattoos: Nope. Might get some one day

47. right or left handed: Right-handed.

48. surgery: I removed my wisdom teeth

49. piercing: Nope again.

50. sport: Haha. Haha. Haha. Next. (No but really I’d love to I just have no motivation and can’t keep a schedule)

51. vacation: I wanna travel! Everywhere! Around the world!

52. pair of trainers: If by trainers you mean running shoes as opposed to personal trainers, then yes I do have one. They’re falling apart though, so I’ll probably buy new ones.

more general

53. eating: Listen if it’s food I will eat it, because I love food

54. drinking: Slush, French Vanilla, Tea, Bubble Tea.

55. i’m about to: Sleep. it’s now 2am and I should have fallen asleep long ago whoopsie.

56. waiting for: me to finish this?

57. want: Oh wow, so many things. Time, money, food, a cuddle buddy (seriously I need someone to cuddle with)

58. get married: Seeing as I’m not planning on dating, nope

59. career: Engineer, I guess?

60. hugs or kisses: Both. Both are awesome. Hugs are more versatile though because you can do them with every single one of your friends (if they’re so inclined), whereas kissing has romantic/sexual connotations.

61. lips or eyes: Can I say both again? Because eyes are friggin fantastic, but also you generally can’t look straight into someone else’s eyes forever without them looking away at some point. And also lips move way more and I love them

62. shorter or taller: Both are good

63. older or younger: Both are good

64. nice arms or nice stomach: Stomach! Listen, I’m sure y’all have lovely arms, but it’s your stomach I’m gonna be lying on so.....

65. hook up or relationship: Both are good! Relationships allow for a deeper bond, but hook ups mean you don’t have to try and navigate relationships

66. troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. Boy, do I hesitate (unless I don’t)

67. kissed a stranger: Nope.

68. drank hard liquor: Yep, though always mixed with juice cause alcohol tastes weird. Unless you count shots. Those weren’t mixed with juice.

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: Oh my god yes! And my eyesight’s like -8 so I had to go back home (2 hrs away) and navigate the public transport (another hour) while seeing nothing but blurry shapes and omg wow was it an experience

70. turned someone down: Not that I know of?

71. sex on the first date: Never had sex and not really interested in having it so no

72. broken someone’s heart: Not that I know of

73. had your heart broken: Nope

74. been arrested: Nope

75. cried when someone died: Nope, but then again, the only death I could have cried for was my grandma, who I wasn’t really close to beyond “oh, cool grandpa I get to see when I visit France”

76. fallen for a friend: Nope

do you believe in …

77. yourself: Haha. Haha. Haha. Nope.

78. miracles: Nope

79. love at first sight: For some people sure I guess? I don’t fall in love though

80. santa claus: Nope

81. kiss on the first date: Yeah sure why not?

82. angels: Nope

other

83. current best friend’s name: Shit am I supposed to choose one? Dammit, impossible

84. eye colour: Brown!

85. favourite movie: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (I could watch it 50 more times)

Done!!! Thanks for tagging me @snowwolf1118! This was so fun :D

#tagging game #questions #about me

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bazzledazzled · 8 years ago

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Can I have cute destiel things (fics, art, whatever)? Today has been beyond stressful and I'm about ready to curl in my bed and ignore the world for a week.

AWWW FRIEN!!! *hugs* I’m so sorry that things are like that the world can rlly suck sometimes. But hopefully it’ll get better you just need to get through it. Hang in there frien ❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️

Okay so I have decided to make some high school au fluff??? Basically it’s just some stuff idk and a lot of Artist!Cas which you will pry from my cold dead hands….

Anyways, let’s get to it!!!

“Can I see?” Dean asks, gesturing to the sketch pad resting on Castiel’s lap. It was a bright sunshiny afternoon with the skies purely blue without a single tuft of white and the green trees swaying in the light breeze. Spring filled the air as the smell of pollen drifted through their nostrils and yellow daisies dotting the field outside their high school. It was lunch break, and often times when the students finished early they would stroll through the gardens, admiring the large campus. It was a boarding school, towering high above them all with many turrets and towers, almost as if it was a real life Hogwarts. Everyone was dressed in uniforms, but each person had their little quirks that made theirs unique. For example, Dean’s shirt was always untucked and he almost never wore a tie. Sam, his brother, always made sure that everything was neat and tidy, and it was almost impossible to see him with a hair out of place. Castiel always had his tie loose as if the thing was choking him and was always wearing a long coat that wasn’t technically part of the uniform and wasn’t at all required. Dean just thought he was cold.

“Not yet, Dean,” Cas says, a wave of nervousness washing over him. He loved art with his whole heart. It was what he lived and breathed for, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t uncomfortable with showing people his latest drawing. The thing is with art, is in a way it looked into the very depths of your soul, revealing secrets that even you yourself didn’t know, and Cas was not prepared to show Dean those secrets after knowing him for barely a month.

But at the same time it felt longer than that. Cas has been staring at Dean for almost as long as he can remember, idly sketching portraits on scrap pieces of notebook paper, and later ripping them to shreds as if that could wipe away the way his heart stuttered when Dean glanced at him and keep him from stumbling over his words when confronting him, saying everything that wasn’t what he wanted to say.

“How long have you been drawing?” Dean says, sitting down beside him under the oak tree. Cas shifts a little so it’s almost impossible for Dean to see what’s on the sketch pad as he talks and draws.

“I’m not sure really. I guess I started showing interest in it when I was in eighth grade?”

“Oh cool.” There’s a bit of silence in which both of them listen to the swaying of branches over head, causing the light to dance across the ground and over the current piece of art Cas was working on. Dean studied him, watching his head tilt sideways as he tried adding something different to the piece in an attempt to make it better. He watched his blue eyes light up brighter than the sky above them as he finally made the right like and watched as his hands moved the pencil across the page in elegant swirling motions, creating one line after another.

Often times, Dean would not talk to Cas, but merely watch him as all his focus was drained into the piece, his black hair being ruffled by the breeze. When he drew, he was in his element, and there was nothing more beautiful than seeing Cas like that.

“Why do you always insist on staying with me, Dean?” Cas asks, not looking up. Even now Cas still acted a little shy towards Dean and didn’t talk to him much, and the first day they met Dean barely managed to get his name out of him. So why would someone like him, who probably has tons of friends begging for his attention at this very moment, want to hang out with him?

Dean shrugs. “Some people are annoying and don’t know how to keep their mouth shut. But you’re a mystery wrapped in a trench coat, Cas, and I love mysteries.” Despite himself, Cas blushes, glad for the sketch pad between them.

“Why do you not want me here?”

“No I um…” Cas tried to think of the right words to say without sounding desperate.

“I guess I’ve never had a friend before.” Dean nudges his arm.

“Well buddy, looks like today’s your lucky day,” he says with a smile, his green eyes glowing. They’re even more perfect than the leaves or the grass.

“You’d want… to be my friend?” Cas asks shyly.

“Of course! Who wouldn’t want to be your friend?” Cas started to shrink down in his trench coat, the praise overwhelming him with happiness.

“I’m weird though.”

“And that’s just why I like you.”

#candy writes spn #Destiel #Castiel #Dean Winchester #high school au #boarding school au #spn #supernatural #hope this helps frien!!!#sadly all I can do is write fanfic so....#here take it

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jatamansi-arc · 8 years ago

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LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS.

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away !

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. Melancholy/Depression 002. Righteous Indignation 003. Courage/Humility/Admiration 004. Curiosity/Euphoria 005. Restlessness/Anxiety/Dread

GREETINGS:

001. “Shalom,” which would be her standard issue casual greeting when outside of work. 002. “Mazel tov!” Another Jewish greeting/exclamation that should be/likely is explanatory. 003. AWKWARD SILENCE. Because my muse sucks at communication and will totally stand there like an idiot and be like “uhhhhhhhhhh” like Tina Belcher and I have no idea how to fix this clearly lacking character trait for her. 004. “Guay cuando el amares favla leshon hakodesh!” Ladino: “Be wary of idiots who quote scripture.” SALOME TELL US HOW YOU REALLY FEEL GIRL. 005. this, if we’re entirely honest here:

COLORS:

001. I associate Salome strongly to the monochromatic shades; we’re talking about all the way from the deepest blacks to the starkest whites. One of the mythologies I honestly love to play on is that of the La Llorona -- the Weeping Woman -- who is a White Lady archetype (hilariously, Sarah Shahi played a La Llorona in the Supernatural pilot!) These are seen the world over and are common in North American folklore in particular (New York has several.) The murky waters of the Upstate’s Finger Lakes staining crisp white linens is my aesthetic for Salome and you can PRY IT FROM MY COLD, WATERY AND DEAD HANDS. 002. That said, very dark earth and jewel tones. Murky blues and greens in particular. 003. Plums. Not violet, that’s too blue. Not magenta, too red. It’s that weird shade as a between. It has to be plum. 004. Carmine red. A lot of her house is painted carmine red and it’s the art on the walls that makes everything pop with color. It’s also called Crimson Lake technically but w/e that’s a fancy artist term and I’m not a fancy artist (wtf me yes i am?) 005. Paris Green. You know, that shade of green that killed people because it was made with arsenic and they used to put it in food and wallpaper and in clothes and that went well for everyone involved (I sincerely hope you realize this is hyperbole.) This gets listed on here not because I am a morbid tart, nor because my muse is a mortician, but because Salome’s profound interest in morbid anatomy and antique medical equipment/oddities. She has a book that has arsenic wallpaper in it, which I think gives a hint of her totally cavalier attitude towards her own health.

SCENTS:

001. Oud. 002. Neroli. 003. Sandalwood. 004. Coffee or mint tea, depending on the day and what’s going on in the house. 005. Death/embalming fluid (ahaha well, can’t escape some things, can we?)

CLOTHING:

001. Like I said before, I imagine Salome wearing mostly monochromatics. When she’s minding her own business, she tends to wear a lot of black or white dresses. That wasn’t how it was when I first wrote her five fucking years ago but here we are now. 002. At work -- when she’s not working the crematory or morgue -- she wears a dress suit that’s black white a white button up. Exclusively. We have not deviated from this pattern in five years, so I suspect we won’t be any time in the future, either. 003. When working the crematory, she’s supposed to wear a bunch of hazmat equipment. She is my naughty daughter and only does this when she’s doing morgue work. If she’s simply embalming, she dresses to protect against splashes. Cremation usually has her wearing some shite outfit she doesn’t care about like a band tshirt w/ another shirt under it and jeans. IT’S ONE OF THE FEW TIMES YOU CAN SEE HER SCARS AND MUSCLES AT THE SAME TIME. 004. Salome always wears an obscene amount of jewelry. Bangles, necklaces, earrings, etc. Always. You can always hear her coming, because all of this tends to clatter around and cause a ruckus to some degree. 005. Formal occasions usually lead to her wearing a takchita. You can find examples of them and other shit in this lovely tag here.

OBJECTS:

001. Books. No, really. It’s a problem. I worry about if she has to move. 002. Her collections of things: like wall art, medical/anatomical imagery, terrariums, other interesting things, y’know. Stuff. 003. It’s not an object so much as a pet, but Luisa. Friendly giant lizard buddy that wanders the house causing problems. 004. Henna. Salome has a penchant for henna. She usually has some on or does henna treatments on her hair pretty regularly. 005. when ur muse collects everything but struggle to put five things in an object list, fuck

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. Comes off as rude as fuck because she either fails to respond to people right or is your typical New Yorker and responds to people too much and there is no in between. 002. Prone to depersonalization that is incredibly problematic. 003. Has a lowkey eating disorder because she never eats. Also can’t cook worth shit, speaking of, but then complains about everyone’s food because she is around a bunch of whiteys with knowledge of cabbage soup and little else. This is what I mean look at this rude little brat. 004. Is generally the smartest person in the room in a lot of instances and will know it, and it will make you want to run her over with a car. She is pretty good about deferring to people way more powerful than her, though (to a point; once she’s friendly with you it’s fair game that she picks on your muse again.) 005. Was the Hamilton listener that Spotify campaign was calling out:

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. Fidgety as fuck. She tends to play with her hands during conversations. Including stuffing them in and out of her pockets. 002. If she’s sitting, she’ll also kick her legs. 003. Very, very animated speaker when she gets passionate about this. Grand gestures that match her speech patterns and vivid metaphors, etc. 004. Has a tendency to slip from one language to another to another without even thinking and then five minutes later it suddenly dawns on her that she’s lost whoever she was talking to because they don’t understand Yiddish or French or Ladino or Polish or any of the other numerous languages she speaks to various levels of fluency. 005. If she’s upset, she is pretty much either mute or hysterical. There is no between there. It’s not uncommon for her to become angry when upset and break things accidentally, but she won’t take it out on people ever. She’ll just bang shit on a counter until it slowly breaks down into nothing. Because we are totally a grown up who handles our emotions correctly.

AESTHETICS:

001. DEATH 002. DEATH IN FORESTS 003. WOMEN IN WHITE 004. WATERRRRRR N BONES 005. seriously she has a pinterest it’s probably easier

SONGS:

001. Not a Pretty Girl, Ani Difranco 002. Our Lady of the Underground, Anais Mitchell 003. Help I’m Alive by Metric 004. Marry the Night by Lady Gaga 005. I’m Afraid of Americans by David Bowie

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#ooc #hc #that took a long time surprisingly #BUT BAM THERE YOU GO

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