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plaidbooks · 2 years

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SFW Alphabet - Joe Velasco

I really want to write for Joe, so this is my tester of getting his personality down. I tagging my normal taglist; let me know if you want on/off for Joe. Also, I mention religion at one point, so if that’s gonna be a thing, just don’t read it.

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @permanentlydizzy @ben-c-group-therapy @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl @glimmerglittergirl @joanofarkansass @caracalwithchips @beardsanddetectives

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first, Joe is a little skittish. He hesitates to hold your hand and is known to give you a hug in greeting before seemingly remembering himself and quickly dropping his arms, a blush on his cheeks. But once you’re dating, then he’s very touchy. It’s almost as if he thinks you’ll disappear if he’s not holding onto you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Joe’s as sweet as they come; he’s willing to offer you a ride (or get a call in the middle of the night to pick you up), take you out for drinks if you need it, fake date for a wedding or to make someone jealous. Anything you need, and he’s just a phone call away.

You met randomly; he was canvasing (or otherwise working), and he comes over to ask you questions. He passes you his card with a soft smile, and you grin back. Neither of you could say how it evolved from there—you both just started talking, then meeting for drinks, and suddenly you were best friends.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As mentioned above, Joe loves to cuddle, but it’ll take him a little to open up. Though he’s had previous relationships before (and is more than experienced in the bedroom), he’s a little shaky with feelings and relationships. If you ask to cuddle, then he’ll cuddle dutifully with you. But it takes him a bit before he initiates.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Joe wants to find the one, but he’s not too worried about marriage or children. He’d rather just find his person, so that he has someone waiting for him at home. Someone he can love, and someone who loves him unconditionally.

He’s pretty good about doing chores. He’s not the biggest cook; he’s lived alone for so long and knows how to cook a couple things really well, but otherwise, he’ll follow a recipe book or you two can cook together (and make a mess). He’s a pretty clean guy, but not the most organized.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Joe would be upset, of course, but he’d hold his emotions in check until he’s alone. He does it in person, somewhere semi-public (not in fear of you causing a scene, but to have a good, final meal and talk with you).

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It’s all up to you; Joe is Catholic, but he’s not really “practicing.” He’ll go to church when working hard cases, but he’s not worried about marriage or pre-marital sex. If you want to get engaged/married, then he’ll do it to please you, but he’s also okay with just having a domestic partnership.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Joe is gentle. Sure, he’s a charmer and will tease you lovingly, but, as mentioned before, he’s still completely new to the whole “feelings” thing in a relationship. He really loves communication with you; sitting, talking, figuring out things from dinner that night to the nitty gritty of a relationship is his favorite pastime.

Physically, his touches and kisses are soft. It’s not that he fears hurting you, but he sees you as a piece of art; a full masterpiece. He feels like he should worship you, find your weak spots and gently coax your pleasure from you. That being said, if you asked him to be rougher, he will oblige.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

In the beginning, when he’s still nervous, Joe’s hugs are awkward, one-armed, and short. Later, however, he’s the type to engulf you completely, arms wrapped tightly around you, face in the crook of your neck, and his chest pressed to yours. He’s also the type to rub his nose along your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin and muttering a soft word into your ear.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Joe’s not positive what love really is. He’d take longer than most to come to the conclusion, but you already know; he shows it in all of his actions. It’s not something either of you blurt out randomly; in fact, neither of you say it casually. It’s born from a conversation one night—he’s not too sure what it is still, and you don’t want to freak him out. So, it’s a mutual talk about feelings and you say something like, “I’m…pretty sure what I feel for you is love, Jose. You don’t have to say it back; I just want you to know where I am.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Joe is not the jealous type; he trusts you completely. Because of his upbringing and career, he’s protective—a little bit of that “white knight” mentality, but he knows you can also take care of yourself. On the off chance that you make it known you’re uncomfortable, though, then he’ll play up the jealous boyfriend role, wrapping an arm around you and glaring at the offender. But it’s not real jealousy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Joe’s kisses are slow, soft, like he’s trying his hardest to memorize every inch of you—no matter how many times he’s kissed you before. His lips are tender, moving against yours with skill and patience. He’ll only push his tongue into your mouth if you initiate.

He loves when you kiss his jaw down to his chest. Something about the look in your eyes as you glance up at him, lips and tongue on his pecs, that drives him absolutely wild.

That man loves your neck. You just make the best noises as he worships your skin (he won’t mark you unless you give him permission). He finds every spot that makes you take a sharp breath, the spots that makes you huff his name, and the spots that make you shudder and squirm in his hold.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Uncle Joe is great with kids! He knows what it’s like to be small and scared of authority, so he’s the most unimposing cop in the world. He also knows a little bit of everything—he has a TikTok to connect with that generation, he knows sports, he knows video games, and he knows an assortment of random facts.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Joe’s an early riser—he’s awake, showered, dressed, and fed by 7am. But on days off (whether yours alone, or both of yours), then he’ll be kind enough to cuddle with you. It’s rare that he’ll stay in bed past 10am, though—he’s usually up and making you breakfast (something simple but filled with love).

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You’d think with how early he got up, he’d be in bed early. And while that’s kind of true, he’s able to stay up most of the night for work, too. On work nights, he’s normally in bed around 10 or 11pm, but on days off, he’ll stay up with you. Both of you sleep better next to each other, but unless you need him, he’ll be in bed before you (if you stay up late).

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Joe reveals things slowly—it’s almost a bartering system. You have to give up a piece of yourself to hear something of him. He’s quicker to tell you he doesn’t have a family anymore, really, but he’ll take a while to tell you why. But if you’ve been together long enough, you can get little tidbits from him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not much angers Joe; it’s mostly work-related things. With you, it’s almost like he has infinite patience. Sure, he can be stubborn, latched onto something a little too tightly, but he doesn’t get angry. He’s spent so much of his life fearing anger, then being angry, that he just…gave up on it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You are stunned with how much Joe remembers. It’s like he has a file cabinet in his brain with your name on it, and he files everything you tell him away. One day, he brings you an obscure pastry because you mentioned having it on your tenth birthday and liking it. When you ask how the hell he remembered that, he shrugs and says, “I just remembered how your eyes lit up as you talked about it,” as if it’s that simple. You jokingly wonder if he’s bugged the apartment.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

As cliché as it sounds, the moment he realized he loved you (or at least had feelings for you). He caught your eye, and it was like fireworks went off. He almost becomes obsessed with his thoughts about you, not only wondering how your lips would feel against his, how your breath would feel on his skin, but he also wonders how you are in private. Do you watch funny cat videos to calm down? Do you like coffee? Tea? Neither? He just wants to know you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Joe puts a ton of effort in, but not in the way you’d think. Anniversaries, for example, aren’t about sharing an extravagant meal somewhere; he’d much rather do something that reminds him of you. Maybe he takes you to the botanical garden because he remembered you love plants, or you go to the little hole-in-the-wall burger joint because you mentioned ditching class with some friends senior years and going there.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Sometimes, he gets in a bit of a depressive funk. Joe had a lot of childhood (and teen) trauma; that combined with his work in SVU can really put him in a dark place. He’s also the type to want need to be alone while he works out his inner demons. It’s hard to leave him alone when he’s struggling, but he insists on it. As long as he knows you’re there for him, that’s all you can do.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not overly concerned; he grooms himself and makes sure he’s presentable for work. He’s already lived the poor, dirty life, so he’ll keep himself hygienic. He’s more tempted to try with his looks when meeting your family, but at home, he’ll be in sweats and a loose shirt/tank top.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

At first, he’ll lie to himself and say he doesn’t need anyone to live; he’s been alone for so long, it’s comfortable. But by the time you’re having the “I love you” talk, he knows he can’t live a normal life without you. You’ve somehow snuck in and took his whole heart, and he trusts no one more than you with it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Most of his previous relationships were either on-night stands, or casual dating (as in, casual sex). So, while he knows how to please someone in bed, he’s not used to the feelings that come along with a real relationship. But he’s willing to try, if only to get you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Joe’s not fond of drunks or people who get angry easily. He wants someone calm, someone who’s willing to sit and talk things out rather than pitching a fit (or worse, talking with their fists).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He’s a light sleeper—he’s had to be to survive. Sometimes it’s hard for him to sleep in the city; it’s loud and wakes him up. At first, it’s a little hard for him to get used to you next to him, and all the sounds you make in sleep. The good news is that he can fall back asleep pretty quickly.

#joe velasco #joe velasco x reader #sfw alphabet #my writing

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katyobsesses · 1 month

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Finally introduced my new D&D character to the party! I love her so much she's so much fun to play!!!

Meet Ethereal Sunset of the Living Woods Clan. Or Effie for short. She's a tabaxi rogue/druid multiclass with trust issues, she's joining the established party as they traverse different planes of existence, because she's trying to track down the whereabouts of her partner Tranquil Sunrise (Quil).

Once upon a time Effie and Quil were well known in certain circles for being high calibre criminals. Effie a thief and Quil a forger. They'd taken up this life after leaving home, neither quite fitting into the families they were born into, both having a strong sense of wanderlust. But running away isn't cheap, so the two found themselves using their skills to get by.

Effie was dexterous, intelligent, and charismatic, able to sneak by unnoticed as she blended into the shadows and turned into a cat to gather intel for various criminal groups. Quil was smart and charismatic above all else, and proficient with a paintbrush, able to forge things from documents to paintings for the black market.

But the two renounced their criminal ways as they grew older and acquired enough money to live comfortably. They settled into a cosy cottage on the shore of a lake surrounded by woods that reminded them of the more happy moments of their childhood. They lived peacefully, Quil painting in the dappled light of the sun through the leaves, selling their own works instead of forgeries, now. Effie reading book after book and journalling her every thought, writing the short stories that would fill her mind. Sure, she would occasionally steal the odd knickknack, but she wasn't the thief she once was anymore.

But then The War started. The fall of a god, the talk of vampires and zombies and krackens. Of shadows and stolen souls. And one day Effie came home from the market - new canvases and paint, some spices plucked from an overfull market table, a loaf of fresh bread - to find Quil missing, no sign of a struggle. The only thing out of place a cryptic note that leads Effie back to the criminal underbelly of the world and eventually to the knowledge that Quil has been imprisoned on another plane of existence.

But That Adventuring Party had to go and blow up the only way to traverse through planes, a tree that contains a portal, so Effie goes on a long hunt for other ways, until she hears that, somehow That Adventuring Party has planted a new portal tree.

And so, when they turn up in the refugee town she's been staying in, she decides to follow them.

She follows the stone man into the forests first, watches him for a bit but he's not very interesting, takes long breaks of doing nothing but staring out into the wilds - he does nickname her cat disguise Jeff, though.

Then she follows the girl with the long braid, but she's also rather boring, quiet and withdrawn often in the library researching, or helping a dragonborn she seems to know well with the community soup kitchen.

Then there's the boy with the curls, he's more fun to watch, because he spends a lot of time out at the tavern drowning himself in booze and his drunken antics are entertaining.

They all go back to an old abandoned looking artificer's shop at the end of the day, and Effie cases the place, steals a couple of interesting looking things too because why not.

But finally she hears The Party talk of portals and planes, and it's time for Effie to reveal herself to them, and time for her to finally find Quil.

#d&d #katy writes #this is my character and i love her so gucking much its insaneeee #if anyone wants to chat dnd characters feel free to shoot me a message! i cant talk effie to my party yet except my dm :(#dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd character #dnd campaign

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paigesingle1 · 1 year

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Virtual Sketchbook 1

My name is Paige Singleton, I am a senior at Venice High School and I am completing my A.A. and transferring to a public university in either Florida or Washington State to pursue a graduate degree in Ecology and Evolutionary Biology. Hope everyone has a great semester.

Art Assigned: Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations’ Millennium General Assembly by James Hampton c 1950-1964

The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations’ Millennium General Assembly currently resides at an exhibit in the Smithsonian American Art Museum.

While James Hampton created this piece he worked as a janitor for the General Services Administration, and he continued this job up until his death in 1964.

It took James Hampton fourteen years to create this masterpiece, the art piece was created with scavenged pieces from many different places including his job as a janitor, the streets, and second-hand stores, then coated in a metal film to create the design seen today.

James Hampton's Throne art piece is called one of America's greatest works of visionary art.

Hampton claims that god instructed him each night to work on and construct the Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations’ Millennium General Assembly.

When I first saw this art installation it was a little bit confusing, as there were so many ornate sculptures it was hard to get a real focus and decipher what it looked like. The name was a good indication of the religious aspect behind it but I didn't really have an idea of the real meaning. Now my idea has changed, learning that James Hampton was a deeply religious man and this art piece was a representation of the heavens and a multitude of visions he had seen that depicted God's realm. Now when I look at the art installation it makes more sense the ornate gold and silver sculptures, with a throne in the center. Now looking at the art I see the throne and the angelic-shaped wings throughout the sculptures, some of the side sculptures almost clearly representing an angel with wings and a halo around the top as an angel would have. All these angelic sculptures surround the throne in the middle hence God's realm, as he would sit upon that throne with his angels protecting him.

2. The art I chose was a painting I created as a young child, this photo represents a past pet named Jacques. The picture is created with acrylic paint on one of those paint-by-number canvases (that I did not follow). I have kept this photo with me since I was about 5 years old, personally, it may not be the most artistically inclined photo but it shows my life for my first pet even as a young child. In the cat I had written a little letter to the cat, words are misspelled, and the sentences don't make grammatical sense but it shows my affection for my family and pets, it means very much to me.

3. My name is Paige Singleton, I am 17 years old. I align with the female gender it is what I classify myself as. I have lived in Florida my entire life specifically Venice, Florida for over 15 years. I am Irish and English. For fun, I like to create art I am currently in AP 3-D ART at my high school, and I also love to hang out with my friends after school. I work at Bob's Twist and Shake, I got the job because my best friend recommended me so it is nice to be able to work with someone I am very close with. I am a member of many organized groups, and I am the president of the National Art Honors Society at my school. I am also a member of Science National Honors, National Honors Society, Coexistence, GirlUp, and HOSA. What makes me uniquely me is my push, I have spent my entire childhood pushing myself harder in each and everything I do, work, school, art, it doesn't matter what it is I ensure it is always perfect. My parents never pushed me that hard it was all me who created the stress and I have learned to be kinder to myself about things.

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lilana163 · 3 years

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Reunited: Chapter 3

Cygnus Black definitely had a favorite, he wasn't the best father but he was certainly better than Druella when it came to parenting, for the most part. Bellatrix was seen as a disappointment because all Cygnus ever wanted was a boy to call his own, even though the poor girl did everything to please her father and mother. Andromeda was always quiet and kept to herself, Cygnus never thought of his second as a disappointment or disgrace because quite frankly she never gave him a reason to. Narcissa was much like Andromeda, the blonde had a liking to being invisible so it was rare that the angel of the Black sisters would have to face the wrath of Cygnus or Druella. Aurora on the other hand always had a goofy and kind persona, she never felt the need to go invisible and not be herself or beg for the attention of either of her parents, which is why Cygnus Black adored the raven-haired girl the most.

So when he overheard Walburga speak to Orion about Druella almost torturing his daughter into insanity all he could see was red, he loved his wife and would sometimes agree to the punishments she gave their children, but the only person Cygnus loved more than Druella Black was Aurora his precious little star, or so he called.

The black-haired man furiously slammed the door to both his and Druella's bedroom open, his wife sat on the couch with a cigarette between her fingers as she stared into nothingness.

" You almost tortured her into insanity!" Cygnus screamed slamming the door behind him, a bitterness crept on Druellas face as she glanced at her husband.

" That girl needs to learn how to behave," Druella spoke letting a tear fall from her eye, Cygnus rushed up to the blonde lifting her up from where she sat, pinning her up aggressively on the dark green walls grasping onto her neck tightly making the blonde gasp for air.

" You don't torture her to an extent where she could be driven to insanity, if I lose Aurora because of you I'll kill do you hear me?!" Cygnus screamed into the blondes face tightening his grip around her neck, his grey eyes watery as they stared into Druellas green ones.

" You wouldn't d- dare," Druella managed to respond her words barely audible from the tight grip on her neck, Cygnus let on an amused laugh that disturbed the blonde who slowly started to let fear consume her.

" What makes you say that?" Cygnus asked his wife who stared into his cold watery eyes, she then figured out that the man who stood in front of her isn't the man she married but just someone who looked like the shy man who said I do many years ago.

" Because you love me," Druella muttered her words making Cygnus expression soften, he let her go dropping the blonde on the floor, Druella held onto her neck taking as much air she could, Cygnus walked over to the door opening it but before Cygnus left he glanced one last time at his wife.

" Don't count on love, it can get you killed," Cygnus last said leaving the blonde alone in the room. Druella curled up into a ball laying on the floor allowing her tears to fall, she looked at her reflection on the wall desperately crawling to the mirror. Druella winced as she touched the marking of her husband's hand on her neck, she stared into her eyes crying with uneven breathes Druella Black a protective mother, loving wife, a broken woman, she was slowly falling apart, her perfect picture life getting harder to maintain by the day. She was lost, the woman who stared back was unrecognizable she had no idea what her life was to become, and that fearless woman who wasn't afraid of no one was now fearing for her life in many ways.

Cygnus walked across the manor to find his daughter, he reached Aurora's room finding Walburga pacing back and forth in front of the closed white door. His loud footsteps caught the attention of his sister who looked back at him with worried eyes.

" Walburga?" Cygnus whispered loudly slowly approaching the black-haired woman, her grey eyes held concern and nothing more, she was a vile lady but that didn't stop her from caring which was an emotion all Blacks learned to hide, at moments like these maybe it was appropriate to show feelings, yet that's showing weakness, and Blacks are far from weak.

" I'm to assume that you're here to check on Aurora?" Walburga asked Cygnus not bothering to cover the worry which laced in her words.

" Yes," Cygnus replied not quite sure what to make of the situation, his sister never showed anything but coldness, so it would be an understatement to say that he was surprised.

" I would like to know of my niece's well-being, so if you could find me after you see Aurora, that would be much appreciated," Walburga quickly stated rushing off to the direction Cygnus came from with her long black dress flowing behind from the quick movement.

A gentle knock was heard behind the white door alerting all the young Blacks of someone wanting to enter, they all shifted their gaze to the young black-haired girl who put on her brightest smile in an attempt of easing the tension.

" Come in," Aurora announced watching as the door opened revealing her father, the man seemed tense but once he locked eyes with his daughter's green ones he felt his body relax letting out a loud breath he hadn't known he held.

" How's my little star?" Cygnus approached the young girl standing on her bedside, Bellatrix loudly scoffed at the nickname earning a hard glare from Andromeda.

" I'm doing just fine Papa, I could outrun you in a race if I really wanted to," Aurora teased her father nudging him lightly with her elbow, he let out a low laugh playfully shaking his head.

" Rubbish, I always win when we race!" Cygnus boasted puffing out his chest and fixing his posture, looking down at the girl who held amusement in her eyes.

" Because I'm nice enough to let you win old man," Aurora revealed laughing as his facial expression dropped at the word old, the group around them awkwardly stood around the pair feeling nothing but envy at the interaction, though a certain blonde smiled brightly at her father and sister she was certainly happy that they had the relationship they did.

" How about we go and paint, what do you think little star?" Cygnus asked Aurora who nodded excitedly jumping out of her bed, she stumbled a bit from the effects of the cruciatus curse but the little girl managed to hide her weakness and masked it with an energy she didn't have, at a young age Aurora Black learned how to mask and hide things away, not for her but the benefit of those around her, all she ever wants is for good energy to surround those around her which meant that she would have to learn how to hide her true self, but everyone always has that one person who could see through their fake happiness and Auroras person was Narcissa Black.

Cygnus and Aurora left the room not before saying one last goodbye to the others, the father and daughter duo walked across the dark corridor into an art studio, when Aurora was younger she found Cygnus painting and from there, Aurora took interest in her father's hobby which soon became hers.

The studio was surrounded by painted canvases all that belonged to both Aurora and Cygnus, the artwork around them always had a deeper meaning than what caught the naked eye. Cygnus taught his daughter that Art should always have a deeper meaning than just art drawings of an apple and so on, the black-haired man believed that art is one way to express feelings, thoughts, a story, and observations. He always made sure that his daughter's art held a bigger purpose and each canvas the little girl painted always did.

" I'm going to start a new painting Papa," Aurora hummed making her way over to a blank canvas taking it to her easel and paint.

" Fine by me little star, may I ask what you plan to paint this time?" Cygnus told his daughter while he prepared himself to finish his own painting he started two weeks ago.

" You'll find out," she glanced at her father with a small smile before sketching her face on the blank canvas occasionally looking into the mirror she set up beside her.

" Papa, do you love mum?" Aurora mumbled not moving her eyes from her work, Cygnus stared at the girl in shock she had always been so upfront with him on many occasions but this particular question set him off.

" Of course I love your mum Aurora, why wouldn't I?" Cygnus answered going back to his painting not without sparing a few glances at the girl who took a while to respond.

" You two argue a lot, are you sure you love, mum?" Aurora stated glancing into the mirror analyzing her mouth and each detail that came with her plumped pink lips.

" Do you love mum?" Cygnus returned with a question watching how Auroras let out a genuine smile that reached her eyes.

" Of course I love mum," Aurora turned to met his gaze smiling lightly before turning back to the canvas which stood in front of her.

" But don't you two argue a lot?" Cygnus sent a cheeky grin to his daughter who playfully stuck her tongue out at the grey-eyed man.

" Touché, Mr. Black," Aurora said nodding her head in amusement, Cygnus chuckled at his daughter's reaction before resuming back to his half-done painting.

" I heard you singing to Sirius a few weeks ago, I must admit I'm oddly curious where you heard such a song," Cygnus let out changing the subject unknowingly triggering something inside the little girl.

" You heard that?" Aurora dropped her attention from her painting instead focusing on her father, he rose a brow at the girl her confidence no longer lingering in her tone.

" It was quite a beautiful song, I'd love to listen to it, who's it by again?" Cygnus questioned glancing at his green-eyed daughter who blushed by his comment.

" I actually wrote the song," she shyly whispered Cygnus looked at his daughter not knowing how to feel, he had only heard a few sentences as he passed the corridor though it was enough for him to realize the song was made because of dark thinking.

" I only ever wrote it for Sirius and me, it brings peace to us," Aurora added trying her best to hint that he wasn't meant to hear the song, Cygnus had a worried expression covering his face recalling each word he managed to hear.

" And you relate to the song?" the grey-eyed man queried hoping he was wrong, Aurora simply nodded moving her uncomfortable gaze to her canvas.

" The shadows in your head, they've got you down again, got you feeling low," Cygnus softly spoke staring deep into his daughter's side, Aurora felt his burning gaze but instead kept her focus on the canvas before her.

" It's just words," Aurora remarked fiddling with the hem of her white dress, Cygnus didn't know what to make of the idea of his daughter or nephew feeling such away, so he sat there on his stool letting the silence linger once more.

" Songs are considered art, and art is not meaningless it always tells a story," Cygnus responded under his breath loud enough for the black-haired girl who sat across the room to hear.

" I'm aware Papa," Aurora said with tears brewing in her eyes which she quickly blinked away before they could get noticed and attract unwanted attention.

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niteview · 3 years

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hi fun game if you want to play... describe the aesthetics you associate with members of your fave group & which of your mutuals you think fit said aesthetics

hi anon!!! :D i don’t think i’m the best writer lol but i’ll give this a shot!!! :]

shownu: baking things with your loved ones; sitting with someone in complete (but comfortable) silence, you’re content to just be in their company; going home and having your favourite meal that you can’t quite replicate on your own; you always seem to leave your friends in stitches, it’s not that you were trying to be funny, you’re just effortlessly hilarious. @choiseok1

wonho: hearing the score from a movie you loved in your childhood & being swept back to your youth, if only for a moment; hanging out with your friends & being sentimental out of the blue, and while they tease you a little bit for it, they can’t help but join you; the first breath you take after having a good cry. @korimi4

minhyuk: staying in on rainy days, you like them though so you don’t mind; linking arms with your best friends & walking around, you don’t really care if you end up looking a little silly; slightly burning your tongue on hot chocolate because you were a little too excited to drink it; canvases laying around, sketchbooks filled to the brim with ideas and doodles. @ceonffl

kihyun: laying on a blanket in the backyard in the summer, waiting for a meteor shower to start, maybe this year you’ll get to make a wish; singing while cleaning or cooking, music makes it go by faster; trying to read a book slower because you’re trying to savour every last word, you may even put it down for a couple days because you're not quite ready for it to end yet. @3maeiri / @hyunubear

hyungwon: having a box filled to the top with birthday & other miscellaneous cards & letters given to you over the years; taking a stroll on a breezy spring day & taking your time, you’re in no rush; thinking back to the days when you slept in ‘til noon at your friend’s house because you stayed up late the night before, just to see if you could. @softhyungkyun

jooheon: laying on the floor laughing with your best friends, and although you can’t remember the joke anymore, your stomach aches & the tears are streaming nonetheless; singing along at the top of your lungs, even if you don’t have all the words quite right, you certainly have the spirit; taking pinky-promises seriously; watching a sunset & taking photos, you finally feel the calmness you’ve been craving. @kyunsies

changkyun: going for a night drive to clear your head; finding a new favourite song or album and putting in on repeat, you can’t get tired of it if you tried; being secretly witty, you can be pretty quiet but sometimes you catch people off guard with your random jokes; finding home in people rather than one set place. @chaotichae

#tbh i didnt know what this was asking me to do til i saw i was tagged in one ;__;#also a lot of these r specific to me maybe my experiences aren't universal 😔 but i hope the vibes translate anyway <3 #i also probably overthink these things sdlgjslg #hope you all are having a good day/night 💛#answered #anonymous

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maevemarethyu · 3 years

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The Pack (1/?)

(Not my GIF)

(Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The Night Wolves. New York’s most prolific and secretive gang. Always watching yet somehow always out of reach. Always slipping through the Avengers grasp.

Until they got you.

You were a street rat. A grunt working for the most gruesome group of criminals New York had ever seen.

Captain America wasn’t expecting much when they brought you in, he certainly wasn’t expecting you and his best friend to get along so well. You were a courier, nothing more.

Or so they thought.

Warnings: Violence, Cursing, Talks of Murder, Actual Murder, Talks of Abuse, Kidnapping, Depictions of Abuse, Crude Humor, Sexual Humor, Bucky Barnes (because he needs a warning all in himself), Sad Boi Hours.

The fact that all you could do was pretend to work while Flora and Maeve handled the complete uprooting of your business pissed you off to no end.

Every day for the past four days, you woke up, went for a morning run, went to Mr. Miller’s shop (Surprise, Mr. Miller doesn’t exist), meandered there until closing time, walked home, ate dinner, and went back to sleep.

All while the Avengers thought they were invisibly following you. Day one had been Barnes. Day two was Wilson. Day three was Rogers. Today is was the Scarlet Witch; Wanda Maximoff. You’d think that they would have better disguises than a baseball cap and blue zip-up but, it would appear that was their I’m just a civilian look.

You couldn’t even go to your house. Instead you were forced to stay in the dummy apartment you’d set up when you first got the Wolves up and running. It came in handy, obviously, but it still sucked.

The sat phone goes off in the freezer and you rush to answer it.

“Please, for the love of Bucky Barnes’ thighs, tell me you found me a way out of this hell.” You whine and Maeve laughs on the other end.

“Is that what your praying to now? The Winter Soldier’s thighs?”

“Focus Maeve.”

“I’m not the one praying to a pair of limbs.” She teases before taking on a more serious tone. “We have the new location set up but, it’s going to take time to get everyone transferred.”

“I figured. Please tell me you got us set up in the Maldives. I’d love you forever if you did.”

“Ha Ha. You know I burn easily and, for that, you all must suffer. As for the escape. Flora had an idea.”

You groan at the thought. Flora was smart as a whip and was a tactical genius but, her ideas were taxing to say the least.

“She thought it’d be easier for us to avoid those pesky Avengers if we had eyes on the inside. Ya know, just someone to find out how much they really found out about us and, since you’re already such good friends with them, we figured you’d be the perfect candidate.”

“You do realize I’m the one in charge right? You guys want me to infiltrate the Avengers.” You ask with annoyance. Not because wouldn’t work but, because it would. You already had rapport with the Captain.

“Fine.” You pout. “Use the Mr. Miller cell to call mine and ask me to pick up something in Hell’s Kitchen. I’ll wait until its dark and purposefully go into a dangerous area because I care. I’m willing to make this sacrifice.”

You hear a snort on the other line and roll your eyes.

“Is Paul good? Looks like setting up a fake family tree wasn’t a complete waste of time after all.” You ask and faintly hear Flora yell I told you so in the background.

“He’s fine. The Avengers have him holed up in some five-star cabin up in Maine. The lucky bastard.”

Lucky bastard indeed.

“I hope you’re ready for this Alpha. Your life is about to get a lot more complicated.”

You’d been wandering around Hell’s Kitchen pretending to be lost for almost twenty minutes now. Honestly, who did you have to suck off to get mugged around here? Your feet were starting to ache and there was a knot in your back thanks to the lumpy mattress back at the apartment.

A knife against your back puts you on high alert and you have to hold back a grin because, about damn time.

“Give me your wallet.” The man whispers in your ear and your nose scrunches at the scent of cigarettes and cheap booze.

Tears spring to your eyes and you hold up two shaking hands.

“Please don’t hurt me. I-I’m lost and I just want to go home.” You cry. This wasn’t exactly what your mother had in mind when she made you sign up for drama club in school but, hey, at least you were using your skills.

“Your wallet. Now.” The knife presses deeper into your back and, before you can let out a perfectly believable whimper, pressure is gone. You turn to face your attacker only to see he help in the air by the back of his shirt by none other than Bucky Barnes himself. There was no shy smile on his face tonight, only a fierce scowl as he throws the mugger into a wall and you can’t help but think how good it looks on him.

Thick Thighs and Bucky’s Eyes was about to become your new life motto if he wasn’t careful.

“Are you okay?” He turns to you, eyes canvasing you for any injuries. Mr. Hyde to Dr. Jekyll in the blink of an eye.

“I-I’m okay. Geez I’m so stupid. Mr. Miller said he needed me to pick something up from Lucky’s Pawn Shop and I got all turned a-around. D-Do you think he works for the Wolves.” You whisper the taboo name and add a shiver for good measure.

His eyes dart to the man lying in a crumpled heap and back to you with a frown.

“I don’t think so but, I’d feel better if you took Steve’s offer of staying at the compound. You’re a target now.” He sighs and it’s so nice you’re not sure if you want to jump him or puke.

“I-I think you’re right.” You mutter, looking at the man then back into Bucky’s blue cotton candy eyes; sweet enough to make your teeth rot. “Thank you Sarge. Who know what would have happened if you weren’t around? What were you doing in Hell’s Kitchen so late?”

His eyes dart away from yours as he leads you to his car.

Busted.

“Steve may or may not have had us keep eyes on you for your own protection.”

Sure. Your protection.

Instead of a scoff, you blink up him with owlish eyes. “You mean you’ve been watching over me since I left the tower?”

You don’t think anything you do will ever top the fact that you just made Bucky Barnes blush.

“Not just me. We each took a day to keep tabs on ya.” He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He escorts you to an inconspicuous car and opens your door.

What were guys like Bucky called on the internet again?

Right. A Himbo.

Incredibly well intentioned and polite but, not the most observant… Maybe you were being cruel but so was he by just looking that fine all the time.

“Thank you.” Your whisper sounds like a shout in the silent car and, once again, you can see red creeping onto his cheeks whenever a streetlight illuminates the vehicle.

Phase one complete.

“Steve had a room set up for you. Are you hungry?”

The living quarters of the compound were not what you were expecting. It was… homier. High class definitely but, not cold. Every Avenger had their own room but, their kitchen was shared, and the common room was jam packed with bookcases and entertainment systems.

You were in heaven and no longer jealous of your fake father Paul.

“I’m okay, thank you.” You mumble, adding a bit of shyness to your voice to really sell it. “I just want to lie down.”

With you preferably but, we’ll get to that another time.

“Oh, right. This way.”

Bucky leads you down a hall lined with doors; stopping at the one at the very end of the hall and motioning you to go in.

“Holy shit.” You gasp and it’s real because your room is phenomenal. The bed looks big enough to fit an elephant and soft enough to drown in and you couldn’t wait to collapse into it. Floor to ceiling windows give you a view of the city you could never get from your real house. Simply beautiful.

“If you need anything, my room is down to the right and Wanda’s is down to the left. She left for a mission earlier but, is excited to meet you when she gets back.”

You’d heard stories about the Scarlet Witch and her telepathic powers so, you knew to be careful around her. You had enough secrets to drive anyone mad and put you behind bars for several lifetimes.

“The Wanda Maximoff can’t wait to meet me?” You gasp, finally relenting and flopping onto the bed like an ungraceful starfish. “This could very well be the best day of my life. You know, aside from the almost getting mugged part.”

You turn your head towards him just in time to see a chuckle pass through his seashell pink lips. A very good day indeed.

It was a good tactic but, you saw straight through it. The Avengers were still wary of you and believed putting you in proximity of the two members that you were most likely to trust would cause you to slip up; unintentionally let your guard down so they could read you like a book.

You wanted to say something about them thinking you’d be that naïve but, that would only diminish the reputation you had begun to build: a sassy yet timid and troubled girl who had gotten herself mixed in with the wrong crowd. You garnered sympathy and sympathy led to loose lips.

You honestly deserved an Oscar for this shit; Flora definitely owed you a dinner and, once everything got back to normal, you’d wring those street rat’s necks for not doing their job.

“You’ll be safe here. No one’s breaking in to steal your purse.” He reassures and it melts your heart a bit; he really is a nice guy. A really nice guy with a really nice face and a really nice ass.

“Thank you Sarge.” You sigh sincerely. You may be on opposite sides of the law but, you admired him and the other Avengers for what they do. They protect people from people like you. They’ve seen the worst the universe has to offer and none of them turned away. If you were in Barnes position, the next time someone told you the world was ending, you would have told them to put you back in the freezer.

“If you need anything, just ask the AI; her name is FRIDAY. Goodnight Valerie.” He shuts the door with care, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts and a bugged cellphone. This was already going much more smoothly than you had anticipated and you didn’t know whether to be grateful or suspicious. You were leaning towards the latter.

You were being paranoid but, who wouldn’t be in your situation?

You sit up on the bed and observe your new home for the foreseeable future. Would the holier than thou Avengers bug an innocent woman’s room? You liked to think they wouldn’t but, you could never be too sure.

You make a mental note to see if you’d be able to pick up some of your clothes from the apartment as you walk into the bathroom and strip off your jeans that smell more like the streets of New York than the citrus scent you washed them with.

Funnily enough, Stark had the same shower as you did at your real home so, you have to pretend to figure out the various knobs just in case. After fiddling for a good five minutes, you set it to just how you like it and hop in with the plan to wash the stress of the past few days down the drain. By now Flora and Maeve should have moved the tier of enforcers to the new location along with a good chunk of your liquid assets to a new offshore account.

A month at the minimum. That’s how long Flora told you this would take and you knew better than to complain about it. This was a very stressful situation for all of you; for everyone involved.

Once you feel thoroughly cleansed, you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a fluffy towel and exit the bathroom.

A plate on your nightstand catches your attention and the hairs on the back of your neck raise as the smell of delicious lasagna reaches your nose. The note next to the plate says it’s from Sam Wilson and, if you were a normal woman, you’d probably think his effort was thoughtful.

“FRIDAY?” You announce curiously.

“Yes Miss Mason?” She answers and you roll your shoulders. You’d have to get used to having a Stark AI instead of your trusty MARVI.

“Please don’t let anyone into my room when I’m unable to answer the door.”

Tags: @cherryblossomskye @hollarious

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #marvel

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marvinswriting · 4 years

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falling

TW: ITS SAD PEOPLE D I E NO BLOOD OR ANYTHING BUT P E O P L E D I E

!!!main character death!!! graphic description of said death

DONT IGNORE THE WARNING (blame bear, she dared me)

Ten out of fifteen deaths in teenage tinies were suicide or a silly prank taken to far. Its a statistic Damian didn't like one bit. But he can't change the numbers. It was there, the science and real cases were there to back it up. It was a big percentage, one that made Damian nervous. Maybe that was the reason he was so protective of his smaller friends, not just Janis.

They were all hanging out as a group. Janis, Regina, and Aaron were on the tiny ledge in the courtyard, Damian and Cady were on a bench and Karen and Gretchen were standing.

It was a group.

So how did this happen?

Janis said something about needed to go back in the tiny section of the building to pick up and art project she left drying. Nobody questioned it.

The tiny entrance was right by the edge of the giant area, so Damian told her to be safe and they all continued on with their conversations.

Ten minutes passed and nobody got worried, tinies had to travel longer distances on shorter legs, it often took Janis a while to get anywhere. Damian couldn't see the tiny entrance from where he sat, but he knew she'd be back at any moment.

There were other giants in the courtyard but Damian paid them no mind. He should have. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened.

A cry that sounded all to familiar rang out in the courtyard and all four giants were on their feet in an instant.

Regina was already pulling Aaron up to investigate the sound of the noise too.

Shane Omen.

Of course its Shane Omen.

"God, Shane! Can't you leave Janis alone for one day?" Regina snapped.

Damian's eyes landed on the girl squirming in his fist. It was the same way he had held her during the spring fling, but in the spring fling it was dark, Damian didn't get to see the look on Janis's face. But today, it was all fear. It made Damian a little more than mad.

"Shane!" He called out. The boy looked to him, mildly annoyed. "Put Janis down." Damian didn't even recognize the tone in his own voice.

Shane shrugged, holding Janis over the tiny area. Far enough up to hurt if she fell, but not enough to cause real damage.

"Don't you dare-" Gretchen stepped forward.

Shane let go.

Is it cliche to say t happened in slow motion? Because for Damian, it did.

Janis let out a shriek as her body free feel the couple of feet. She landed with a thump on the edge of the tiny area and Regina was quick to run over. But gravity wasn't done.

Janis rolled slight, falling over the edge.

Damian thinks Cady gasped.

He isn't sure.

Maybe Regina cried out. But his eyes were trained on Janis falling. It was to fast for anyone to do anything.

Janis landed at an awkward angle and there was a sickening crunch.

A sound Damian will never forget.

His heart stopped.

Time froze.

The world and everything in it halted.

Nobody moved.

Damian doesn't even think he was breathing.

Aaron was the first to speak up. "Janis?" He called out softly.

There was no response from the figure below.

"Oh my god," Cady whispered from beside him.

Shane took a step back, his eyes wide. "I didn't do that. I put her down, up there."

"You didn't put her down." Was that Damian's voice? He didn't even realize he was talking. He couldn't bring himself to look away from Janis. To see some sign of life from the figure.

"You dropped her." Regina snapped. She had tears in her eyes. They all did. "You're going to jail."

"No, no I'm not." Shane turned around, quickly walking away.

"I'm gonna call the police. No- an ambulance, I'm- I'm gonna call someone." Gretchen brought her phone to her ear and her hand to her mouth as she walked away.

Nobody was yet to touch Janis. For some sign, if she was still alive. If she was- they didn't want to make it worse.

"Janis?" Damian asked. His voice was soft. It sounded weak. "Janis- Jan please you gotta respond."

"Damian." Cady's hand was on his shoulder.

"No." There were tears in Damian's eyes. Karen's arms were wrapped around him in a hug.

None of it mattered.

"Janis."

"Damian shes-"

"You don't know that." Damian interrupted Cady, tearing his gaze of Janis to glare at her. They were both crying. Damian couldn't move.

His feet were glued to the ground.

He was scared if he checked, he wouldn't like what he found.

Deep down he already knew.

They all already knew.

Regina let out a harsh sob. Her hand flew to her mouth as she let Aaron pull heyourselfa hug.

Damian glanced back at the girl on the floor.

"Jan."

"Damian you're hurting yourself more. You gotta-" Cady's hand was on his jaw, turning his face to look at her. "You can't do that to youself."

"But- Janis."

"I know."

Cady wiped away a tear from under his eye and it reminded Damian all too painfully of when Janis would.

"Gretchen says people are coming. They said don't touch her or else we could make it worse." Regina's voice was strained from trying not to cry.

"Okay." Karen said softly. She still had her arms around Damian, but the boy was starting to think it was more for her.

"What about Shane?" Aaron asked.

"Arrested, for sure," Regina said. "There are no cameras, but we're witnesses."

Its something Damian wished he hadn't witnessed.

The medics took away Janis without giving the group so much as an update. Mrs. Sarkisian promised Damian he would be the first to know.

If Janis wasn't okay, Damian wasn't sure he wanted to know.

He was sitting on his bed, glaring at himself through the mirror. He was wearing his jacket. The jacket. His hand found the familiar white pin in his pocket.

Will he ever get to use it again?

All Damian wanted was to feel the familiar weight of Janis, safe, in the pocket.

His phone rang.

Damian didn't want to pick up.

At the same time, he couldn't pick up fast enough.

There was crying on the other end- Damian didn't need to know more.

Words faded in and out. "Died on impact...no pain..."

No.

His fingers wrapped tighter around the pin.

"Damian?"

"I'm still here."

"I'm so sorry." Why was Mrs. Sarkisian apologizing? She just lost her daughter. "She really loved you. You helped her through so many hard times and did so much for her."

The words made Damian's heart hurt.

"Thank you." He said softly. "I loved her too."

He still did. It felt wrong to say it in the past tense. It felt wrong to think Janis was gone. But she was.

She wasn't here anymore.

Tears burned at Damian's eyes again. "I- I need to go. Make calls to the rest of the group I'm sorry I-" A sob Damian was trying so hard to hold in escaped. "I need to go."

"Okay." The voice on the other end sounded just as broken.

"Damian?" His mom was at the door. "Was that the call?" She knew what happened, she had been crying too.

"Mom- shes-" Damian could say it out loud.

He couldn't bring himself to solidify the reality.

His mom got it though.

"Oh, baby girl." She was across the room pulling Damian into a hug in an instant.

Your mother calls you baby girl?

Her voice was so clear, so there. But Janis was not.

Damian sunk into his mother's embrace as the reality of the day caught up to him.

It didn't feel real.

It couldn't be real.

Images of Janis falling replayed whenever he shut his eyes.

"I need to make the calls." Damian pushed himself away from his mother.

"You don't have to do it now." She reminded him. "I could do it."

"My friends who were there, they deserve to know."

The rest of the night was a blur. Tears and sobbing on both ends of the line. Cady stopped by for an hour to make sure he was okay, but it wasn't the same. He put his jacket in the back of his closet, the pin with it. He couldn't look at it. All of the photos of him and Janis on his walls, tiny canvases of Janis's art on his desk, none of it felt real.

Only a couple of hours ago she was here. They had plans for tonight. They were going to hang out like normal, watch movies, laugh together, fall asleep at an ungodly hour. The usual.

But this wasn't usual.

Janis was gone.

He still hadn't said it out loud.

Ten out of fifteen deaths in teenage tinies were suicide or a silly prank taken to far. It’s a statistic Damian didn't like one bit. But he can't change the numbers.

He just didn't think Janis would become one of those numbers.

believe it or not, i still held back a bit,,, i couldn’t bring myself to go full out oops tag list! @realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @smallsoysauce @sourishlemons

#ANGST #g/t mean girls #g/t #g/t writing #Giant/tiny #tiny janis #tiny aaron #tiny regina #giant damian #giant cady #giant karen #giant gretchen #giant shane

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mistymark · 5 years

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nct dream x hogwarts

nct dream as hogwarts students // 2.3k words // masterlist // send requests here

r e n j u n

the only slytherin in the gang

probably muggle-born but also top of most of his classes

what can he say hes amazed by this shit

really good at theory-based subjects especially

history of magic is his bitch lets be real

sketches in his books and stuff

says he likes sketching with quills the most because theyre more aesthetic

donghyuck says its because hes pretentious

but the whole group pitched in to get him some really nice canvases and paints and other tools

one of his paintings is hanging in the school somewhere, and the little girl in it smiles and greets all the students as they walk past

somehow she always tries to spit on people who had been annoying him recently - and them only

sometimes she spits on Donghyuck for no reason

jeno laughs and says its because she has a crush on him

uses magic for the dumbest things just because he can

he mastered the wingardium leviosa spell within a week because he couldn't be bothered getting up to get things

when he gets close to graduation, hes pretty much practicing simple wandless magic

once freaked out the first years because jaemin charmed a storm cloud to hang around him for an entire day

it flashed lightning when he got particularly annoyed, which was a lot because that cloud was annoying as shit

has a really old owl that literally looks evil but has called it something like “snuggles”

laughs when he unintentionally swoops too low and skims other students’ heads on mail day

buys all his friends gifts during the holidays and comes back with bags filled with fun shit

pretends he never buys gifts for chenle and jisung

always ends up giving them more

cause hes soft like that

but he headlocks them after to show his dominance

has a habit of throwing his cases in the general direction of the dorm when he comes back from holidays and accidentally hitting other students

plays quidditch in his free time

debates strategies with Jeno during their free periods

gets called a traitor by his own captain

couldnt really give a shit about his own team, he prefers to support his friends

wears his school uniform properly and is the only one in the group who does so

j e n o

a Gryffindor

probably quidditch captain

and dubbed the best player on the team

super humble about it too

always commends his team for doing their best when they lose and every member loves him a lot

the captain that's always saying stuff like “it doesn't matter how this game ends... as long as we try our hardest and play as a team”

the entire team rolls their eyes at his cheesiness but the lack of pressure keeps them at ease

and majority of the time they play really well

though its clear his focus is on quidditch, he still does really well in his classes

cant cook but is somehow rlly good at potions??

likes all the really tiny creatures in care of magical creatures

and they like him too

has a slightly damaged snitch that he carries around with him at all times

one of the wings broke during his first ever game of quidditch and he never got rid of it

he keeps it in the pocket of his robes and fiddles with it when he's anxious about something

has a really good poker face when he's stressed and you'd never know until you hear the soft clicking of his hand playing with it in his pocket while he studies

has a terrible poker face when something confuses him though

during class its so obvious when he doesnt get something

renjun once charmed question marks to hang around his head and everyone in the class died laughing

even jeno

overall great sense of humour

he brought a cat

of course

and its always getting him into trouble for wandering into the off-limits areas of the castle or into the restricted section of the library

once jaemin joked that the cat was actually an animagus that was purposely trying to get him in trouble

and jeno was spooked for like a week

wouldn't let the cat sleep on his bed and almost had a heart attack when he saw it wandering the halls between classes

but there was nothing wrong with the cat

shes just a curious girl

had a major glow-up between 6th and 7th year and everyone fell in love with him lmao

like everyone knew he was fit from quidditch but they didnt know he was that fit you know

heartthrob

d o n g h y u c k

an annoying brat

at least when he first arrived at Hogwarts in first year

has really good intentions though

everyone thought he would get sorted into Slytherin

like the second he stepped on the train and found his way into mark lee’s compartment everyone was like this kid has GOT to be a Slytherin

but no! hufflepuff

true fullsun

used to be a beater on the quidditch team but he was forced to quit until he got his grades up

but he ended up commentating because he couldnt play

and who can actually talk that fast other than the lee donghyuck

and actually found that he enjoyed that more

so even when his grades were t h r i v i n g

he stayed as a commentator

absolutely hilarious and everyone loves him for it

is Not afraid to call out foul plays

mutters quick apologies to the professors when they scold him but does it again later anyway

tbh is actually really popular

known for being dared to stand on the Slytherin table and sing at the top of his lungs

and actually doing it

he got two weeks detention

“worth it” - donghyuck, circa. 2019

has a talent for defence against the dark arts

acts like the smartest person in the room during that class

hes lowkey right tho

(don't tell him)

wears his tie way too loose and constantly gets told off about it

promises professors he’ll fix it then walks away and just,,, doesnt

his Hufflepuff scarf hangs off his bed frame back home

had a toad for his first few years of hogwarts but the toad ended up passing away so now he has a really troublesome owl

the owl itself is a good boy, flies fast and efficiently, but has a nasty habit of pecking donghyuck when hes hungry

“but hes hungry all the time” he whines when jaemin explains the bird’s just hungry. meanwhile, jaemin’s owl is sitting softly beside him, her eyes closed as he pets her

every first day back from holidays hyuck has red lines on his hands, arms and ears from the owl

chenle says its for giving the poor bastard a terrible name

donghyuck never actually refers to his owl by his proper name, always things like “bastard” and “dipshit”

theres a conspiracy theory about the owl’s real name and no one in their group will spill the secret

complains that the animals in care of magical creatures like him more than his own pet

“lol tru” - Chenle

j a e m i n

ravenclaw’s biggest flirt and most popular student

probably didnt even want to run for house captain but still got the position

theres a rumour that he was offered head boy but he turned it down

was the first one to find the kitchens and claimed it as the unofficial hang out spot for their group

if you’re ever missing jaemin, he’s probably in the kitchens chatting up the elves and stealing food every now and then

carries snacks with him everywhere for when he needs to comfort one of his babies house members

literally all the younger year levels feel so comfortable coming to him with their problems

has no issue with staying up in the common room to talk through things with someone

is known to walk people to their classes and then bolt to his own classrooms so hes not late

50% of the school is already in love with him

he was given the angel reputation back in first year and it hasn't let him down

is kind of a troublemaker tho

teases his classmates and even some professors that he has a good relationship with

really really loves transfiguration

probably wants to become an animagus

also wants to be an auror

absolutely loves defence of the dark arts

his owl is white and regal

like genuinely beautiful

she always looks like shes happy to see you

just like her owner uwu

he named her something sweet and meaningful

when Renjuns owl isnt able to fly, jaemin’s owl is eager to take Renjuns mail back to his family for him

wears his jumper all year round

its a good look though,, no ones complaining

was on the quidditch team up until his final year

he dropped it to focus on his studies and also being house captain

it takes him forever to go anywhere because he stops to talk to everyone

somehow knows everyone in school

even the third years in other houses??

runs errands for teachers with a smile

offers to buy food when the group goes out

c h e n l e

another muggleborn

but fits in so well

like the boy is just a natural at magic

unfortunately it doesnt always transfer into his grades

he has such a great interest in everything,,, just not on what hes learning

learnt fourth year history of magic in his first year but still almost failed his exam at the end of year

also hes the best other hufflepuff in the group

didnt understand quidditch for at least a year

ended up in the team in second year and is actually really good

probably the goalie

has the loudest laugh in school

the older professors claim they can hear him from the other side of the castle

somehow gets his hands on all the coolest magic stuff

has the marauders map no doubt

bought himself an invisibility cloak to mess with his friends

makes his professors laugh a lot

fist bumps everyone in school istg

like chenle w h y

really good at muggle studies too

made sure to select it as a subject the entire time he was at hogwarts as a slack class

doesnt really study and then feels threatened when someone gets a mark close to his

studies his butt off for the next test to maintain his status as top rank

definitely had a rat first year because he thought they were cool

and also because he knows rats can be pets like ??? wyd with owls you guys ??? shouldn't they be out in the wild or smth??

was super depressed when he found out how short the lifespans of rats were

ended up having to buy an owl in third year because rip nugget 2k15 :((

his owl is Small

thought it would be funny to call it renjun

but then renjun wouldnt talk to him for almost a week

visits the owlery at least once a week during his free periods to check on his owl

collects his thoughts up there

also rlly likes feeding the owls

sometimes steals Jeno’s cat

catch him in his dorm studying on his bed with Jeno’s cat sleeping in his lap

chenle claims its because the cats like the warm greenhouse vibe the Hufflepuff dorm has going on

but the real reason he bribed the cat into loving him when he first met it

probably was the one to lead the cat to the off-limits areas of the castle

j i s u n g

Gryffindors best seeker to date

kinda shy but is rlly admired by everyone

likes to piss jeno off by missing practice every two practices to study

but low-key hes so good he doesnt really have to go at all

doesnt want a career in quidditch but is constantly reminded he could have one if he wanted it

easily the most popular boy in his year

got asked out a few times this year and awkwardly rejected them all in the nicest way possible

he has a cat thats just as long and skinny as he is

jeno likes to call it sungie and it now responds to that name

enjoys care of magical creatures but very hesitant towards the creatures

but because of his care and precaution, the animals all really love him lmao

gets really soft around them now

seriously oblivious to his admirers tho

chenle once said if the triwizard tournament was to be brought back jisung would be the one to be chosen

has lived in fear ever since

okay jokes

boy could totally win

the only one in the group who has attempted and can successfully perform wordless magic

he knows way too many jinxes and charms off the top of his head that he can easily jinx you without even uttering a word

once was studying in the great hall when one of his friends teased him about rejecting someone and without looking up from his book he just lifted his wand and waved it, jinxing the apple in his friend’s hand to bite him

got detention but honestly the professor was so pleased with his progress it was only a one hour session

has a lot of sass

evidently

never Fully awake at breakfast

always looks really good in the evenings tho

he comes down to breakfast with his tie half undone and the top button of his shirt open

undoes the top buttons when he’s stressed too

professors love having him as a student

especially because they know he hangs out with jaemin

but the fact that he was in renjun and Donghyuck and Chenle’s group was enough for them to be wary

but hes the perfect blend of fun and focused in lessons

likes studying outside in summer

enjoys walking around school grounds during the holidays

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jae-canikeepyou · 5 years

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pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: fluff a/n: i was really excited to write this since it was inspired by my fave disney movie “tangled” ! hope you enjoy reading ^^ still thinking if there should be a part two(?) for this. let me know!! :D

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the sun rose just in time at the moment you opened your eyes. a new morning, a new day, and a new hope. shockingly though, the alarm clock did not do its job. that meant you had to place new ones if it was the batteries. the smell of bacon made you up on your toes, leading you downstairs to the garden.

on most days and most often, you stayed at the tree house your uncle had built. it kind of became your permanent room rather than the one you had at the actual house. you lived at the countryside. not exactly though. when you moved houses, it partially felt like it was a forest, fresh air and greenery.

oh the sound of the raw meat sizzling was making you drool as you saw your mother— stepmother, to be precise, smiling as she told you to sit with her. “only bacon would make you step out of that tree house.”

“ah well, it’s my little paradise after all.” you eyed her with a grin on your face. your stepmother raised you as her own since your birth parents, didn’t really know how to care for an infant. your father was blind and needed assistance; and your mother cared for you a little while but eventually left for another man. so your stepmother came into the picture at the time before you even turned one. “i get to do things i want without being disturbed.”

“that’s alright. an artist like you need space and quiet. how many canvases have you painted on?” she asked as she plated your meal, getting the meat from the grill.

you took a bite almost immediately from the serving tong. a joking but soft scoff escaped from your mother’s lips. “mom, there’s too many that i lost count. but remember the huge boxes you got for me on christmas? yeah one of those are close to be full of em’.”

“oh wow, you have to show me your masterpieces.” she clapped her hands together. she checked her watch, only to jump slightly at the time. “i’ll be late for the flight.”

“you’re leaving, mom?” you asked, a tiny complain from you made her giggle.

“it’s a business trip again, sweetie. i’ll be back in four days.” she cooed you with a tight hug.

“but you’ll miss my birthday.” you sighed, placing the plate down onto the wooden table.

“i’ll make it up to you when i get back, alright?” she pecked your forehead before leaving you. “see you in three days. love you my princess.”

hardworking as she always was, your stepmother would often go overseas for meetings since she worked with a company that required a translator. and apparently she was ranked at the top category, so the demand for her was quite high.

“love you too mom!” you yelled back.

you finished your meal and headed back to the tree house to continue with painting the canvases. the paintings you started, were something you hoped your father could be able to admire. he never got to see the world, the people, the beauty, and you.

the childhood you had was something you remembered; still so fresh, as if it was yesterday. the house that was passed on from your father’s side ultimately became a shelter of nightmare. the word cancer was foreign to the teen you, definitely out of your vocabulary. you needed explanation as to why your father had gotten it, and why he had to leave the earth early. it had been three years after all.

not long since you began to paint almost half way onto the third canvas, the radio you were listening to blasted the playlist with your favorite boy group; that alone kept you hyped up, nearly knocking down several acrylic paint bottles over. the music moved your toes, then your legs, eventually your whole body. even your hair swayed in motion, as if the wind had blown it.

“i just wish i could get to see them live.” you sighed, colors you puto onto the canvas blended with your emotions. “ugh, i’m so senti.” (sentimental). the clock showed quarter to four, it already had been hours since mother left.

the once upbeat vibe came to a halt when you heard a couple of boys yelling with bicycle bells ringing. it also seemed like one was being chased too. you scoffed as you went to take a peek off of the window. they ruined your moment of jamming. the yells were increasing when the half of your body was out of the window. you saw a couple of figures at the far distance of your front yard.

a ruffle from the bush that was near your tree house gave a sound of light crash. a bell rang from it too. was it a bicycle? as you further your body look at the bush on the just on the left side of the tree house, your sight suddenly came to a dim.

your body met with a boy with pink hair. as your eyes kept closed, bracing yourself for the impact, you knew his body slammed into yours and for sure you heard his honey-like voice. “nghh agh!” he gasped as his body was on top of yours, but your head rested on something you assumed it was his hands.

the light from the sun made you open your eyes. the pink haired boy smiled sheepishly and the first you noticed was his ears.

“can you get off me?” you asked sternly.

“oh my g- i’m so sorry!” he stood up as he dusted his clothes. the yells from the boys grew louder, making the pink haired boy flinch at their presence. you took a peek at the front yard, around four boys on their bikes, looking for someone. “ugh man, they chased me until here?” he took a peek as well and hissed at what he saw, before sitting back down by the bottom of the window.

“you know i could report you for trespassing.” you stood up, pointing your paintbrush at him.

he had his hands up in the air as if he was caught by the police. “hold up now i don’t want my shirt to be dirtied.” he said. “i’ll explain later but is it okay if i hide here for a while, maybe for tonight too?” he asked as his eyes trailed off.

you wanted to refuse but girl, his dimples showed and to be honest, you thought guys with dimples were the most sweetest. how could you resist him? especially as of right now, he was smiling at you, clearly embarrassed. but after all, he was a stranger and interrupted your jam session. “i don’t normally allow strangers here, let alone you.” you furrowed your brows.

“ah c’mon! with a face like this?” he suddenly pouted— no, was that a smoulder? gross. “look, i’m having a rough day today and i really need a breather-”

“then i think a breather for you would be outside?” you pushed him to the window, his footsteps hit the wooden floor with such impact at the force he received.

“hey hey hey! watch it!” he yelled with his palms touching the edge of the window. “do you want me to die?!”

“i don’t see why not?” your attempt to push him stopped as the radio continued to play the playlist you were listening earlier. “ooh yay!” you hopped back to your paintings.

the pink haired boy eyed you with confusion. “girls have such weird mood swings.” he walked up to you, mouthing the lyrics to the song.

“you know them??” you turned around to the boy. “man i love them!” you felt yourself heating up realising the boy still climbed your tree house. “i- i like them..” you cleared your throat.

“i can tell.” he laughed at you.

“anyway, you have to leave.” you pushed the boy to the door. not the window this time.

“please, can i stay here for tonight? i can’t have my buds chasing me like i’m a prey.” he sighed. his tone made you wonder how a pretty boy like him could utter such cute tantrums.

he sat down at the table by the door, taking a sip from your cup. you crossed your arms at how he felt so homey immediately after invading someone’s property. “why were you being chased?” you questioned with curiosity. the boy seemed desperate to hide and you had to hear him reason out.

“i skipped rehearsal yesterday.. and today. told them i wanted a break because we’ve been practicing non-stop.” he walked to your hanging cradle chair and sat on it. an long exhale escaped from him. you eyed him from head to toe. his whole body worn out with slight shakes.

“i’ll let you stay..” you said, the boy’s eyes beamed with life.

“yes! haha! thank you so much!” he placed his hands at the back of his head.

“..with one condition.” you continued.

“anything for you, miss..?” he now stood up and walked up to the window where he had entered earlier.

“y/n. my name’s y/n.” you said, blending the colors for the last time before actually stopping for the day.

“y/n.. i’m yoonoh.” his voice trailed off but with a tone of amusement. “what’s your condition then?

the amphitheatre at the distance’s horizon caught your eye as you looked at the view. you remembered your mother’s words: “only bacon would make you step out of that tree house.” funny fact though, food was the only way to make you go out of your residence’s area. as you made up your mind, your sigh caught his attention. “see that park with that shade thing flying above it?” you asked.

the boy turned to the direction you had told him. he squinted for a clearer and distinct view, where it shortly came into his sight. “yeah, the amphitheatre. what about it?”

“i want you to bring me there.” you smiled, making yoonoh do the same. his response was a tilt of a head. you exhaled before continuing. “tomorrow evening, that ampitheatre will light up in colors. it does that every year. i want to see it in person, like how it’s special.”

“it does, yeah. you haven’t been to the city?” yoonoh asked, his arms crossed.

“never. i’ve haven’t seen the city since i moved here and when i was a wee baby. more of i didn’t want to because i tend to limit myself from seeing the world.” you opened up to him as you tidied your art supplies.

“why is that? there’s more to see out there! i can tour you if you like.” his dimples showed again.

your body hesitated for a while, lips tried to find words to answer him. “my father was blind. he never got to see the world’s beauty, so i thought i’d do the same, y’know, experience things he did and understand him. now that he’s passed, maybe there’s benefit from a different point of view. my hearing got sensitive, in a good way.”

yoonoh stayed silent, respecting your words. he didn’t want you to stay caged in here any longer. “coming from someone who hasn’t seen outside beauty, you’ve got great imaginations.” he pointed to the wall of canvases. “i’ll bring you to the amphitheatre, first thing in the morning.”

to think that you would step foot to the lands of the city made your stomach churn. the whole experience would be something new. yoonoh sat back at the hanged cradle chair, taking several selfies at different angles, and there was no signs of stopping any sooner. you let him be, he looked tired anyway. his sweats slid down from the temples, and as he wiped them, he caught you looking at him. “i know i’m handsome.” he said. cheeky fella’, but he ain’t lying.

luckily though, the tree house had an extra room besides the one you both were in now. your uncle had included it in the design if you had friends over. yoonoh could stay there even if it was a little cramped. he wouldn’t complain, would he? the day seemed to end quickly; with three completed paintings and endless conversations with your ‘new-found friend’? wait you weren’t there yet. he was someone you had met accidentally.

maybe sometimes accidents can lead to something new.

#jung jaehyun #nct 127 #jung yoonoh #nct #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun nct #jaehyun au #jaehyun writings #jaehyun scenarios #nct writings #nct scenarios #jaehyun oneshot

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pilferingapples · 5 years

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Sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if you knew of any name-puns that hidden in les mis? I know Enjolras seems similar to enjôleur, Marius and Marie, Combeferre and -maybe?- comburere or feros, Joly and joli, Montparnasse and Mount Parnassus (I don't know why, but Parnassianism came after the brick was published so it can't be that) but I'm not quite sure if i can find any others, or if I'm thinking too much? I love your blog btw! you feel like a wonderfully sweet person!

Aw, thank you very much! And thanks for the question, this is always a fun topic!:D 1.-Probably the best Name Pun in the book is “Jean Valjean”. Take a deep breather for this one: it depends on knowing that Jean and gens, French for “people” , sound a lot alike, and on knowing some Christianity references, and on Hugo’s full explanation for JVJ’s name– that it’s a contraction of “Jean, Voila Jean” – “Jean, look/behold, there’s Jean” .

So to translate, it sounds a bit like “People, look at the people” or “behold the people”. Which in turn is a reference to Ecce homo , the phrase supposedly said by Pontius Pilate when he presented Jesus to the crowd that had sentenced him to the crucifixion (and Hugo later gives Marius the phrase there is the man , or Behold the man -Voilà l'homme–directly,in acknowledging Valjean as his savior).

So Jean Valjean isn’t just “Johnny Everyman” (although it’s that too!). It’s Hugo saying “Here is The People”, and implying “here is the man” , too: Here is the people, condemned by the people. Here is the man, the savior of the people, chosen as sacrifice by the people.

It is what Hugo might class as a Very Serious Pun.

Moving on to something lighter!

Bossuet– the nickname for Legle,who’s from Meaux- - is a punning reference to Jacques-Bénigne Lignel Bossuet– the Bishop of Meaux, sometimes called “the eagle of words” – L’aigle des mots (sounds like Meaux). Double damage pun!XD

A feuille is a leaf–as in a tree leaf, or a sheet of paper. Feuilly is a fan maker, someone whose career is heavily about manipulating sheets of paper (and , probably, about painting a lot of decorative foliage).

Grantaire sounds like Grande Air, which is…exactly what it sounds like, Big Air, like putting on airs or being full of hot air XD . It may also be an Art Pun; salons at the time sometimes marked rejected canvases with a Capital R , a hint as to the level of Grantaire’s artistic success.

Two of my favorites!The “Jehan” of Jean Prouvaire’s name is exactly what Hugo says it is– a reference to the Romanticist movement’s fannish embrace of the Medieval era. But the Prouvaire in his name is another medieval reference– it comes from a Middle French word meaning Priest, tying Jehan into the spiritual role that Hugo saw as an essential part of a good Romantic Poet’s calling. And! it is probably also a reference to the Rue des Prouvaires– specifically the Rue des Prouvaires conspiracy, a legitimist conspiracy that also hoped to overthrow the new king in 1832. Why associate republican,revolutionary Jehan with a royalist, legitimist conspiracy? Probably because Gerard de Nerval– a blushing, awkward, badly dressed poet, young republican activist, and old friend of Hugo’s, and the guy Jehan seems to be a full on character homage towards –had been mistakenly arrested in association with that conspiracy (on account of some very bad timing). Which is to say: it’s a fandom buddy in-joke (and memorial).

Bahorel is another Romanticist-in-joke/homage name; pronounced with a silent H, the name,along with everything else about the character, is a pretty blatant reference to openly republican Frenetic Romantic Petrus Borel, another of Hugo’s friends from the Wild Young Romantic days.

As for Montparnasse, that had been the name for a section of Paris (on the left bank) for ages. Given the rather morbid description of the character, I suspect Hugo was trying to specifically evoke Montparnasse cemetery; he is, after all, the dandy of the sepulchre, with a lot of dead bodies to his name. I’m also still not sure it isn’t a bit of a friendly dig at Parnassianism; afaik the “official” name of the movement comes from the journal launched in 1866, but the people who were part of it had been in contact with each other as a group and talking over Art Movement Things for a good while longer, and Hugo had been in correspondence with a lot of them , too. So I can’t say for sure it is, but I really harbor a sneaking suspicion, especially given the insistence on Aesthetics Over All..!

–phoo, I’m not even scratching the surface here! But here is another post with more Name Puns; and there are probably many many more to be discovered! If you find one I don’t have listed anywhere, please let me know!:D

#name puns #Fandom 101 #Les Mis #long post #Some Puns Are Serious #Name References #Religion Talk #Hey Nonny Nonny #answereds

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ayrismag · 5 years

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Interview with Shannon Pelletier

By: Sam Hawkins

Note: Shannon’s show, The Circle of Artistry is up for the month of February in Vault Gallery.

Ayris: We, here at Ayris, have heard that you’re currently working on a project taking photos of your fellow artists in their senior studios and workspaces. What is your vision of the project and what do you hope to capture through these photos?

Shannon Pelletier: The rumors are true! Yes, I am currently working on a documentary series, in which I photograph artists in their creative spaces. The work is a variety of photographs - some are of artists actively working on their own artwork. Others are formal portraits of the artists in their studios. The series is an inclusive body of work. So, I would ultimately like for it to expand. This would entail photographing more students, faculty, and even off-campus artists, with a wider range of artistic processes and media. I am very inspired by the processes of other artists, photographers included, and it’s something I’d like to continue to document. Following the process, I’d like to capture the relationship that the artists share with the work that they’ve made.

A: What drew you to this idea? What do you find so special about artists at work and why did you feel the need to capture it?

SP: What initially drew me to this concept was watching my friends make work in their studios. I watch them turn plain canvases into alluring 2-D works of art, or turn lumps of clay into beautiful and/or functional ceramic pieces. The list goes on. Watching another creative person create is, to me, like alchemy. The project reflects my standpoint of admiration, for the artists, processes, and finished byproducts.

A: Do you have any favorite shots you’d like to share with us, and can you explain why you are so fond of them?

SP: Absolutely! Here are a few!

I once showed this portrait to a group of people in class and someone said, “You know her so well just by looking at this picture.” I know her well already, so it’s really special that viewers can get to know her a little bit, too. The art people make and the way they decorate a space are often very telling of who they are.

I love to photograph the hands of people working, especially in ceramic work. I actually was given the opportunity to not only photograph ceramic artwork being made, but also learn how to do it myself! It’s a craft that takes a lot of mental focus, but also physical dexterity and grace.

I loved photographing Devin because she was so eager to share her art and space with me. With each portrait I shoot and new interaction I have, I get to learn so much about the artist. It’s always a great experience!

A: What technical challenges did you have to solve to compose these images?

SP: Luckily, this project hasn’t been too challenging, technically. I carry an external flash to compensate for light in darker spaces. I also carry a wide-angle lens, which I use when taking environmental portraits. This allows me to capture as much or the artist’s surroundings as possible.

A: What inspiration do you draw from your peers, especially seeing them in their senior studios?

SP: My peers are the source of all inspiration for this series. As I’ve mentioned, it fascinates me to watch them work. I’m interested, so I document it. They are creating work, and in my photographing, I am too. Suddenly, everyone in the room is working to create. The energy in the studios is great - it’s fun and productive for everyone involved! Also, so many artists have told me that they have never had their picture taken with their artwork, and the ability to give them that photograph is a real privilege.

A: Nearing your senior show, can you give us any sort of clue on what it will focus on? Will it be centered around things like this project?

SP: Yes! My BFA exhibition work and my studio portraits are actually two totally unrelated projects. The subject matter of my senior work are botanical objects and other objects found in nature. The project is reflective of my personal history, but also touches upon concepts such as memory and impermanence. It’s still a work in progress, but time is flying by and I’m so excited for May!

A: I’m sure you have your nose to the grindstone, focusing on this project and looking forward to graduation, but I’m interested to know, looking back, what you will miss and value most about your time here?

SP: Wow…so much! It’s hard to even picture myself not at NHIA, but I do know this: I’ll miss my professors and having their guidance. They are so knowledgeable and I love to learn from them. Also, living in a community of artists is such a rich and inspiring thing. I’ll miss being surrounded by other creative people. I value so much from my time here, that it’s difficult to articulate. I value the skills I’ve acquired, critiques I’ve received – good and bad, art I’ve gotten to see, visiting artists lectures I’ve heard (yes, really), connections I’ve made, and of course the incredible people I’ve met in this community. Enjoy it while you can!

A: Do you have any final words for our readers, regarding art and anything about your projects?

SP: Of course! Thank you to the Ayris team for reaching out to me – I love seeing that people in the NHIA community are taking interest and liking this body of work! Thank you to the artists who have already participated or expressed interest in this documentary series. This is my first time making portraiture photography and I appreciate their enthusiasm so much.

Lastly, this body of work is not complete, if it ever will be. I am always looking for artists – of ANY media - to photograph. If you’re interested, please don’t hesitate to email me at [email protected], or direct message my Instagram page @shannon.m.pelletier. I’d love for this to be a huge series, so I’d love to come see you and your art!

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followerofmercy · 6 years

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Ok so, do you guys notice/have you experienced this... extremely selective humor? I think I’m pretty funny, but it’s hit or miss whether someone will laugh.

I know, I know, you’re probably thinking “Follower, that just means you’re not funny.”

But no. I almost always get a laugh from someone (and no, not just myself). It’s just that there is a very clear divide between the people that laugh and don’t? It’s not universally funny. Two out of a group of six will laugh, hard, and the rest are like “wut.”

I’ve noticed a few things on Competition where one person reads a line and is completely deadpan, a different person reads it and busts out laughing (“Why. He loved his brother, but why.” is one of many examples).

This happens everywhere. Today in a lunch meeting, one of my coworkers brought a mason jar full of butter his students made and kept trying to get the rest of us to taste it so he could tell the kids, right? (Of course I took a fingerful of it. For the children.) So I’m in charge of writing meeting notes and I put down “The chemistry in the kitchen class’s butter was very nice.” I didn’t think it was that funny but my boss read it in the middle of the meeting and just starts quietly dying in the corner. And she’s like “Follower, I live for your meeting notes.” (And I squeed on the inside. A genuine compliment! :D)

Another time, I was sitting with some friends and they were talking about modern art or something, and my bud J obsesses over this series of paintings. “There was one with a red border that sold for ten thousand dollars, and then one with a blue border for another ten, and then another one with a yellow border, and it was just a bunch of blank canvases with colored borders and-” and I muttered “Geez, for that much money you could secure the border.” I didn’t think it was that funny at first? But they lost it.

And then there are some things that me and a couple people think are hilarious but not many other people seem to? In Nightmare, Dingus is thinking about meditating on the sunrise or something and then is like “nah, he was gonna brood like a mother hen on her dead, unfertilized eggs” or something like that. And tbh I’m not sure if other people think it’s funny or it makes them mildly uncomfortable XD

ANYWAY. Do you guys experience that at all or is it just another thing to add to Follower’s weird folder?

#daily life with mercy

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hi our boys are disgusting

god fuck yeah they are

Aristotle: He/Him - Leo - 18 - 6′4

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? blueee!!!!!!!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? he loves art books! his mom used to show them to him and he’s collected them ever since. would also like to collect daggers/knives/swords bc he thinks they’re neat 3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? nothing 4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? ohhhh this guys 100% a metal head. leather jackets, spikes, ripped jeans, chains- necklaces and wallet, vans or boots, lots n lots of patches/pins- the whole ordeal! typically only wears reds, blacks, whites, and dark shades. muted colors. 5. What is your OC’s first memory? he was around 4 or 5 and his mother asked him to bake a cake with her, and he agreed, of course. they made a giant 5 layer red velvet cake with chocolate, caramel, and peanut butter chips in between and chocolate fudge drizzled on top/off the sides. they made a HUGE mess in the kitchen and all over themselves and he cherishes this memory so sooo much. 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? black panthers!!!!! he also loves dogs a lot… he? HATES?? butterflies ???7. What element would your OC be? oh boy fire 8. What is your OC’s theme song? uhhh anything Heavy Metal9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? noooooo, i dont rlly like doing this edrfghu but! he has a deep voice, its warm and deep and kinda ? sultry? idk 10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? wrath. 11. What are your OC’s hobbies? painting!!! learning about history/going to museums, annnnnnd does his bf count? LOL12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? uhhh relatively patient? definitely depends. he’s VERY hot-headed but doesn’t ‘explode’ often 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, gay, and latino! he’s also human wsedrftg14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? fucking LOVES cheese??? and big warm pretzels… CINNAMON ROLLS! hates olives ??? and most fish 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? he’d really want a big cat, doesn’t matter what… just a Big Boy16. What does your OC smell like? warm, cinnamon maybe but also musky and woodsy… but he sometimes just likes smelling Clean and like semi typical guy cologne ??? or just Expensive smelling cologne,,, idk he always smells really fucking good sedfgh17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? uhhh right Now he’s just graduated high school and issss looking for work… doesn’t really know what he wants to be, honestly. he’s still trying to figure everything out 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? he fears losing completely everything he loves, specifically his boyfriend and his brother. a weakness is how hard he is on himself, and how much he isolates/pushes people away when he’s low. a strength is just how warm and caring he is. how much he loves. even if he doesn’t always see himself as strong, he is. he really, really is19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? h e a v y m e t a l h e ‘ s a f u c k i n g m e t a l h e a d i havent looked too into it so i don’t know about songs, i WILL look into it at some point20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he live on this hell planet, sadly 21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? the death of his mom… and his anger… he blames himself for her death and hes struggling hard with it, since his father doesn’t help at all and blames him, too. a pet peeve he has is people leaving doors or cabinets open, it makes him so mad dftgyhu just fucking close them 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? heee was a good one ? hardest subject for him was english :/ mainly got A’s! except for english 23. What is a random fact about your OC? he cannot bake or cook anything EXCEPT breakfast foods 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? he… didnt see a future until he met his boyfriend, nathan… after his mom died, so did everything else 25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? amber wanted to play the sims and she told me to create 2 characters but i said hey! i do one, you do one! and then we were fucking idiots and turned them into ocs dfyudfhjkl; its soooo recent that nothings changed LOL im still developing him, as i am with all of my ocs 26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? nathan… he gave him a second chance at life, he gave him a reason to want to stay alive, a future. also jordan is super super important to him they bffs xoxo (edit: dan n ty also mean the world to him) at his current age… his dad. their relationship does eventually get better but right now, hes the least important but has such a big impact on him it hurts27. What kind of childhood did your character have? A GOOD GOOD GOOOOOOD ASS CHILDHOOD up until 16 it was soooo good… his moms his best friend, he n his brother hung out all the time, and his dad wasn’t so angry or drunk28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? he picks at his nails when hes nervous, but it doesnt happen very often so its nothing he tends to worry about. heee doesn’t stim but fucking loves paint mixing videos those are his shit uhhh no, no addictions… unless you literally count his bf wertyui29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? “If You Sit On My Grave I WILL Haunt You” or “Long Live The King” because he’s a stupid fucking leo30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? yesssssssss he wants to marry nathan So Bad sedrftyui he’s unsure about kids, though… kinda just wants a couple pets 31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his mom died on his 16th birthday driving to come pick him up. anything involving nathan… doesn’t even matter what it is, he just loves him so much32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? his mom back33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? uhhh probablyyyyy not… he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he actually killed someone,,,34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? uh he likes concerts n shit but its not like,,, a social group thing… he doesnt do that shit…35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? very vivid imagination, is often found daydreaming when hes not painting or with his bf. not really worried, honestly, kinda just lives in the moment and doesnt give a single god damn shit about a thing except on the bad days36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? he wants nathan the most, out of everything- and he has him… but if he didn’t he would do anything for him. anything37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? pees with the door open esdrtyuio38. What would your character do with a million dollars? ooohhhh spoil the shit out of nathan, get a tattoo or 2, and buy art stuff!39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? eggs, leftovers, milk, orange juice, bacon, butter, and syrup. a couple of canvases, paint brushes, the shirt he slept in the night before. a couple of single issue comics, the graphic novel hes reading, a bottle of water, and a tiny art canvas. random plastic, paper, maybe an empty water bottle or 240. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? out with nathan, probably on a date. ripped jeans, dark red sweater, black shirt, boots, wallet chain, necklace chain, and a single dangly earring in his left ear 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? yell, scream, get super physical. he’s burning, he’s burning, he’s burning. make it stop, better yet, let him thrive 42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? nope! he’s clean for now43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? oooooh uh he says some Shit when he’s pissed, especially to his dad44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? fine? doesn’t really care about it unless its from nathan. oooor if youre just being a shithead hell tell you off45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? he enjoys it, wouldn’t mind it at all tbh46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? fuck, yeah. he’d do something stupid to it to see if it works and then display it in his room or give it to his bf47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? hellllll yeaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. everything, anything48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? his mom was his best friend and the reason why he is the way he is. his dad was a good man, but now hes a stupid angry drunk who blames ari for his mothers death. its affected him positively and negatively, hes loving and passionate like his mother but insecure and doubtful because of his father49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? d o n o t l e t h i m h a v e a l o t o f c a n d y p l e a s e 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? would probably elope with nathan, do some crazy shit, and hope to god he doesn’t actually fucking die

Jordan: He/Him - Sagittarius - 19 - 6′2

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? light green2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? stamps, stickers, beanies, anything aquatic-themed, and tarot cards/witchy stuff!3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? bananas…4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? lazy type clothes, very sluggish. lots of oversized cardigans, hoodies, and sweaters. baggy shirts, but he religiously wears jeans. likes chains but preferably small ones, and usually only wallet chains. likes wearing a ring on each thumb and if hes Feelin it a couple more! punkish basically 5. What is your OC’s first memory? spying on his brother and dad training outside in the barn6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? he has a giant soft spot for cows but his favorite is whale sharks!!! he doesn’t really like frogs 7. What element would your OC be? water! but with Slight fire8. What is your OC’s theme song? something slow and sad, probably 9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? no! his voice is soft and low, like a lullaby. very warm and comforting, but also a lil husky10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? envy/lust/greed wsedfg11. What are your OC’s hobbies? reading, using tarot cards, organizing his stamps/stickers, watching documentaries, and making sure aristotle doesn’t do anything Stupid12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? he’s pretty patient but he’s also pretty hot headed. he Will lash out when angry :/13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, bisexual, white (russian/american) also a human sedryui14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? loooovvveeessss chocolate chip waffles! and breakfast foods in general. hates peas and green beans 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? a cowwwww… they remind him of his mom dfghj16. What does your OC smell like? clean but ? kinda minty!17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? he currently works at a little bookshop/coffeeshop! he likes it but he wants to do something more when he’s graduated from college. 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? his father and crickets. how emotionally attached he gets to people. how warm and soft he is, he never stops caring for others 19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? goth, heavy metal, sad/emo shit20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he live here Binch21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? his whole family besides his father is dead and he’s all alone with nobody to turn to. he h a t e s crunching noises. so much. also fucking HATES when people poke holes in shit just STop. 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? actually really really good, even though he looks like a fucking slacker esdrftgyhu probably got all A’s23. What is a random fact about your OC? he always has his fingernails and toenails painted black or dark red/purple24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? fuck man he doesn’t wanna live hes so fucking Tired his dark circles are permanent but ari makes life worth living sdfg25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? …once upon a time amber and i made a gang au with ari n nathan and promptly made jordan for the Shits and Giggles but it turns out i fell in love and way too deep making his character, thanks!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? aristotle, probably, because he assumes his mom is dead. least is his dad whos a fucking asshole murdering cuck27. What kind of childhood did your character have? uhhhh Not Good ill tell you that. his father only married and brought his mom to russia so she could give him kids, preferably boys. first was nikolai, second was kazimir jordan, and lastly was feliks. they were all 2 years apart, making nikolai and feliks 4, so they were all close in age and played together often. his father was most proud of nikolai but feliks had been showing signs of possibly exceeding all of their expectations. kazimir was last in everything, but he was his mothers favorite. he’ll never forgive his father for torturing him and killing everyone he loved. 28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? he often picks at his nail polish, or the skin around his nails. definitely fidgets with his hands often. doesn’t stim but follows a lot of soap carving and squishy videos, also likes bread/cooking ones. he’s kind of addicted to red bulls but he’s cutting back and resorting to coffee, which he drinks black29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? “hell’s waiting for me so watch your back”30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? maybe married but almost Definitely no kids. no thanks. xoxo31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his father dragged him into the barns once after he accidentally spilled something over an ‘important’ paper so his father branded him with a cross on his side. his mother used to braid his hair with baby’s breath in it when theyd play out in the field, just her and the 3 boys running around, having fun. it was peaceful, bliss32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? to tell his mother he was sorry and that he’ll never stop loving her33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? no, he’s seen what killing someone does to people34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? i dont really like this question edrtyu35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? hes so tired all the time hes often in the clouds, never really focusing. daydreams a lot to make it through each day, pretending hes someone hes not. hoping that his mother is actually still alive, and that he doesnt have to keep reliving memories. they wont stop fading, he keeps getting them jumbled. he just wants to make more with her, be with her one last time36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? his moooooooooom, he’d do anything for her37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he has to turn door knobs twice before actually opening a door 38. What would your character do with a million dollars? that’s so overwhelming to him but probably pay off college shit sdfghj debt is So Scary 39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? yogurt, water bottles, red bull, orange soda, and some strawberries. a pair of jeans and boxers and random books hes checked out from the library. a half empty can of red bull, the book hes currentl reading, a beanie, and a cute little jar of jelly beans ari got him. garbage can has crumbled up balls of paper, empty red bull cans, empty bottle of soda, and an old textbook.40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? probably aristotle and nathan to a concert/out to eat. wears black jeans, a baggy red and black striped sweater with a black shirt underneath, boots or vans, and prolly a wallet chain + his thumb rings41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? he screams and yanks on his hair fgyuhlj;k42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? heee has a cross on his side, and a few Light scars on his face- over his bottom lip, on his forehead and on the left side of his cheek/jaw. a couple on his back and arms as well most of them are from his father…43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? he’s never said anything Out Loud but in his head he says shit all the time dxgfhgjhjlio hes a snarky son of a gun44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? he will go home and Cry about it later 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? eh its Ok46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? hes pretty paranoid about it and probably shows it to ari like ‘bitch what the FUCK’47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? he doodles mindlessly when hes bored in class 48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? uhhhh his dad is a big Cuck but his mom is an Angel and the best person he’s ever met. this has fucked him over hard bc hes father took her away from him and now he has nothing left so hes an anxious, paranoid Mess49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he l o v e s candy pls50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? Kill Him Now

Tyler: He/Him - Pisces - 22 - 5′7

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? baby blue and pink!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? nail polish, lamb stuffed animals, comics, seashells, and washi tapes 3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? nothin4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? he likes soft colors, pastel. sweaters are his favorite but he also likes long sleeved shirts. dresses pretty feminine, isn’t a fan of dark colors on himself unless its his boyfriends clothes5. What is your OC’s first memory? when he was around 4 or 5 he was riding his bike when he hit a rock and went flying forward, causing him to scrape his knees and his nose to bleed 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? l o v e s l a m b s and snails, doesn’t really like salamanders 7. What element would your OC be? w a t e r 8. What is your OC’s theme song? something soft and not too upbeat 9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? he has a very smooth and kind of feminine voice ? but its masculine enough to not misgender him,,,10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? envy???11. What are your OC’s hobbies? painting his nails, drawing/sketching, reading comics and graphic novels, watching documentaries, and journaling!12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? very patient and rarely hot headed, gets more agitated or annoyed 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, gay, white human boy14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? would Die for milkshakes he loves them so fucking much, isnt a big fan of hamburgers/beef in general 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? a lamb or sheep he is so infatuated with them. they are so so soooo cute 16. What does your OC smell like? strawberries and cream!17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? heee currently works odd hours at a gas station, it’s definitely not his dream job but its not super awful… most of the time. he wants to go to art school, actually, to learn to make jewelry and to learn how to do more with his art18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? abandonment and ultimate loneliness. he’s really self conscious but he loves with all hes got and he loves so much, and so hard19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? bubblegum pop, kpop, jpop, and some indie music!20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he here 21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? he’s self conscious and in recovery for self harm/an eating disorder but he’s doing really well! its still hard but he’s pushing through… he hates having chipped nails drftugyihuo as soon as one chips, even a little, he repaints them as soon as he can22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? he was a nerd he got straight A’s and actually enjoyed school kinda erdtfyuio but only because he loves to learn, not the actual people or atmosphere 23. What is a random fact about your OC? is really interested in astrology and loves reading his horoscope 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? he’s honestly trying to still figure that out but the more time he spends with his boyfriend, the more he wants to live and have a happy future with him25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? amber made dan, dan needed a love interest, tada!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? daaaaaannnn, his boyfriend, nathan his best friend (+ari) annnnnnd uh ? nobody really ??? 27. What kind of childhood did your character have? he had a pretty alright childhood, kind of lonely…28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? plays with his ears if he’s super nervous, really fucking loves slime to stim and help him calm down- or chews on something29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? something gay, probably 30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? yes and yes!!! he wants to get married and have a family with dan :331. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? dan got into a bad bar fight once, he was having a shitty day and the guy was being an absolute douchebag asshole and tyler wasn’t there to help him or stop him and it was just… bad… once dan took him to a petting zoo to meet and pet some sheep and he cried because it was quite possibly the nicest thing anyones ever done for him and then the dumbass also set up a picnic for afterwards and he fucking bawled again stupid gay saps32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? the funds for college esdrtf33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? nope he is a soft crybaby 34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? i dont LIKE this fucking q smfh35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? he daydreams a lot, yeah, and hes almost always worried because his anxiety is an absolute bitch but hes working on it36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? he just wants dan and to go to art school37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he has to say goodnight to all of his stuffed animals before bed every night sdfgfgghj38. What would your character do with a million dollars? a r t s c h o o l39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? strawberries, mangos, chocolate almond milk, leftover food from a restaurant he went to with dan, and some chocolate syrup. nothing, he has to keep his room clean always. nightstand has a graphic novel and book hes currently reading, a note/poem from dan with a small lamb he got him, and a bottle of peach tea. 40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? somewhere really really fancy with dan! he’d wear a cute suit, a white one with a pastel yellow button up shirt and a black tie. wears the necklace dan got him and probably a few dainty rings that match well together/when layered 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? he cries. a lot. he gets really overwhelmed when he’s angry, and tends to scream or yell42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? on his arms from self harm, his hips as well… 43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? he doesn’t like saying rude things44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? uhhh if he asks he’ll probably take what the person says into consideration but if he hasnt asked, he’ll get mad/sad 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? he like it46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? he gives it to dan rdyftugyhio47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? s e n d h i m t o a r t s c h o o l p l e a s e48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? err his parents were kind of absent a lot, they traveled so much for business that he was often alone, only himself for company. his mom was loving, for the most part, when she was home. she got drunk quite often, though, but that just made her more giggly and unfocused. his dad… was hard on him, kinda abusive. often ignored him, honestly, unless it came to school and ‘being a man.’ he can be very distant at times, and self isolates often… yet he’s afraid of being alone, he doesn’t want to be abandoned, so he loves the wrong people, stays with the wrong people, because it seems right. if they stay, ill be okay, even if im still crying. even if it still hurts 49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he does like candy! gets sugar rushes sometimes sdrftugyu dan finds it so fucking cute bc he’s so hyper and giggly 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? oh please don’t stress him out like that…

Alexander: He/They - Virgo - 24 - 6′0

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? dark purple2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? swords, dragons, and bookmarks3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? dairy and bees4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? what he actually has to wear differs from what he personally likes. his father is the king so because of that, he often has to wear a lot of suits/prince attire. but personally, when he doesnt have to be Prince, he likes to wear dark and comfy clothes, a lazy emo5. What is your OC’s first memory? he vaguely remembers aster being born and wanting to help his mom take care of her 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? dragons!!! doesnt have a least favorite??? maybe mosquitos 7. What element would your OC be? hhhhh water 8. What is your OC’s theme song? something heavy and dark9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? he has a charming n husky kinda voice !10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? greed or envy11. What are your OC’s hobbies? fighting, taking care of dragons, making rings, and reading historical books12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? he’s been trained to be patient, for the most part, but when he’s passionate about something he tends to get hot-headed sometimes 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? non-binary, bisexual, he’s an alien so he’s kinda pinkish… same color as aster but a little lighter 14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? loves seafood… isn’t really into eggs 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? he Has his dream pet, a dragon, so he’s Good16. What does your OC smell like? woodsy and clean 17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? he’s a prince but he works with dragons a lot!!! it’s his Dream… or to sell his rings 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? commitment, losing his family, and sharks. he gets too lost in his head at times, distances himself from everyone. he’s physically very strong and a charming/calm guy by nature 19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? he’s not the biggest music guy but enjoys rock/alternative/emo stuff20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? curious about everything, goes into almost every shop he can find and tries out so many different foods…21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? his last relationship was Bad and he’s still very much affected by it… he hates wearing socks to bed dfyguh it annoys him so much22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? excellent, top of his class23. What is a random fact about your OC? he loves tattoos and would love to be covered in them one day 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? currently, his outlook is very bleak dxfyuibj he’s really sad,,,25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? i gave aster siblings and then slowly developed him in my head!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? his family, specifically his siblings, anddd his ex boyfriend still haunts his almost every thought and action :/27. What kind of childhood did your character have? good!!! he and his siblings did so much stuff together dxfghjkl; i Love them28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? twists his rings a lot or shakes his leg when he’s nervous. doesn’t stim 29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? fuck, man, i have no fucking clue and neither does he30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? currently, no31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his ex boyfriend tried to kill him once. he relives that memory almost everyday, and hates himself for not telling anybody about it. his siblings always know how to cheer him up, which he’s soooo grateful for. the 3 of them went to an amusement park once and just had so much fun, eating waaaay too much and going on all of the rides 32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? happiness33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? er probably wouldn’t but if it was his ex… he would reconsider 34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? his dads the king, hes a prince, so he often finds himself at balls or parties and pretends to be super charming and openly available for marriage, even though he doesn’t want it and his younger brother will most likely take the throne instead35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? he never stops living in daydreams or memories and would like it all to just. stop. let him b r e a t h e36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? peace. he wants everything to stop, he wants his head to stop convincing him somethings wrong when hes fine and he wants his thoughts to stop wants the voices gone.37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he sucks skittles and starbursts for a long ass time before actually eating them…38. What would your character do with a million dollars? donate it all 39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? nothing dfhgjk he hasn’t restocked it yet,,, probably some clothes and random books lying around. uhhh probably some alcohol, candy, and a map. crumpled up paper and wrappers in his garbage can40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? uh probably alone and to get wasted or high,,, doesnt matter where :/41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? self isolates and simmers in his anger, throws shit and screams because hes so mad/frustrated 42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? theres some cigarette burns on his thighs from his ex, a couple on his back and arms/legs from either fighting or his ex… there’s probably more but id have to think a lot more on his ex and stuff, which i will do eventually!43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? towards the end of his relationship he probably said some harsh things to his ex44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? fine unless its super personal to him, then it reminds him of his ex and he cant focus on anything, he shuts down45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? inhales it. please feed him46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? stares at it for so long.. would probably carry it with him always dsfgjkl;47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? he things drawing buildings is super relaxing…48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? very loving! hes very grateful for them and how supportive they are, even if its unconventional to being next in line for the throne. they just want him happy more than anything49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he loves candy, shoves it in his mouth so fast estrytuyul he only gets sugar rushes if he binges on candy around others??? never when hes just munching on it alone50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? i cant say he’d be entirely mad at his current state… would probably say his goodbyes and then just wait, or wander around waiting

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