#I am guessing 99% of these are fake
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I'm here to make a friends and some fun here 😄😁🥰
I'm here to spread the Good Newts
#answers by Mark#found this little friend on the cycle path today#showed it to my son#he was *delighted*#newt#anon#I am guessing this was supposed to be spam#but here we are#interesting that there is so much more spam in tumblr's messenger than in asks#I get random Hi messages about four times a day#I am guessing 99% of these are fake#but if you are genuinely trying to reach me and you just say hi and leave it at that#the conversation is getting deleted#so be more human#this has been another tag rambl#as it was intended
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Seventeen as fake dating scenarios
⟪‘97 + ‘98 + '99 line version⟫
other versions: ⟪‘95 + ‘96⟫
SEOKMIN: dumb and dumber.
He sighed as the two of you walked through the mall, hand-in-hand. You had asked him to go dress-shopping for your friend’s wedding. He was starting to think it was overkill – still, he could never say no to you.
“Okay, what’s bothering you?” you asked him. You were no fool: he’d been sighing every five minutes since you left the car.
He hesitated. “Isn’t this…”
“Isn’t this what?” you urged him, squeezing his hand.
“Isn’t this overkill?” he eventually burst, looking close to tears as he lifted your joined hands. “This. The dress shopping. Who are we trying to impress? Who’s going to care if we’re here together or not?”
You were dumbfounded. “What do you mean? If you didn’t want to come, I wouldn’t have forced you. You can so ‘no’ sometimes, you know.”
“How can I say ‘no’ when you’re just so cute?” he whined. “That’s it. Just actually date me. Stop playing with my heart!”
You could only stare at him, confused, dumb, baffled. “I’m—You—” You tried to find the words to say. Finally, you spoke, “Seokmin, I asked you out like two weeks ago.”
“What are you talking about?” He rolled his eyes. “We started this thing three whole months go. We’ve been fake dating way longer than two weeks.”
“I mean I literally asked you to be my actual, real, very serious boyfriend two weeks ago.”
He froze, eyes wide. “You did?” You nodded. A vague memory flashed through his mind – of you asking him if he wanted to make this real, him agreeing, nearly crying at the question. He screamed. “You did!”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I guess I should’ve asked a second time when you were sober, just to clarify.”
MINGYU: fake dating because he’s tired of his popularity
It was hard to have a single logical thought when he was this close to you. It isn’t like you had a crush on the guy, but you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t fatally attractive up close. Especially when he’s pressing you against the lockers in a hallway.
“Are they gone yet?” he whispered in a manner that must have surely looked like he was mumbling sweet nothings into your ear. You were barely paying attention though, struggling to even find your breath. He sighed and repeated himself. “(Y/n), can you even hear me?”
You blinked rapidly, trying to erase any inappropriate thoughts and images flashing through your mind. “Right, right.” You glanced to the side before sighing in defeat and turning back to him, nose to nose with the most attractive and wanted man on campus. “Nope and they’re staring.”
“Let them stare.” He leaned even closer, as if to mimic a kiss for the people watching. “Don’t be so tense. They’re going to get suspicious and then we’ll be back in square one and they’ll be back to stalking me around campus. So relax.”
You almost growled at his words. “You try to relax with a metal locker digging into your back, idiot.”
“I’m just trying to make it convincing,” he pointed out with a tired sigh. “You think I like this any more than you do? This is just as uncomfortable for me as it is for— Oh!”
You were sick and tired of him. So you turned the tables, just about slamming him against the lockers instead, fingers wrapping around the collar of his stupid white form-fitting t-shirt as you did so.
“Now we’re even, pretty boy,” you whispered into his ear and glanced back at the girls who were staring wide-eyed.
MINGHAO: a family gathering
“Can’t you just be honest and tell them you’re single?” you wondered as Minghao ushered you towards the building his family had rented for their holiday. “I mean, seriously, why am I even needed here?”
Minghao sighed. “I already said I’d buy you lunch for a whole month. How much more do you need to stop complaining?”
“A donation from your fancy tea collection would suffice,” you suggested playfully.
He rolled his eyes, trying to hide his amusement. “Know your place, (Y/n).”
“Oh! What can I call you while we’re here?”
“… My name?”
“No, I mean—” You sighed. “For someone who organised this whole fake dating scheme, you sure do not seem to know much about fake dating. Mińghao, we need pet names.”
He seemed a little disturbed by the idea. “Just… call me whatever feels comfortable.”
“Pumpkin?”
“Is that really the first pet name that comes to your mind when you think of me?”
“If so?”
“Stop it. You can just call me— Auntie!” His grimaced turned into a bright smile as if by magic.
You blinked. “Auntie? Oh!” You followed his lead and smiled at the woman who came to greet you with open arms.
“Auntie, meet my darling girlfriend (Y/n),” he introduced you with a gentle hand on your back. “She’s a little nervous about meeting you guys.”
“Oh, no need to be nervous, dear! You’re practically a part of the family now. Look at you two! Such a handsome couple! Your children will be the most gorgeous little things one day.”
Paling, you nudged Minghao’s side and whispered, “I definitely want access to your fancy teas now.”
SEUNGKWAN: trying to impress an ex at a friend’s wedding
“Oh for crying out loud!” Seungkwan fussed about, hands already reaching up to fix your hair as if it was the worst fashion emergency of the 21st century. “Didn’t you brush your hair at all?”
“I brushed it plenty. If anything, a little too much,” you deadpanned and gently slapped his hand away only to take it into yours and pulling him closer. From the corner of your eye, you could see some of the other wedding guests smiling at the two of you, assuming it was a lovers’ quarrel. You took a deep breath before whispering to him, “Listen, I get that you want to make your ex realise what she lost, but you need to calm down a little.”
“I’m perfectly calm.”
He was anything but and even you, having known him a total of five days, could see that.
“Seungkwan,” you tried again and squeezed his hand a little tighter, offering a smile when he looked at you again. He forced himself to mimic your smile. “There we go. Listen, everyone here already thinks we’re as cute as, if not cuter than, the couple of the day. We don’t need to make it any more obvious to them.”
“Do you think she’s seen us yet?” he asked, gnawing on his bottom lip, nervous eyes glancing around the venue. You pulled him closer until he was forced to rest his hands on your waist.
“I’m sure she’s crying into her champagne glass in the bathroom.”
“Right. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I just want to prove her wrong so badly.”
You lifted a hand to pat his cheek, prompting a weak smile. “How about we dance instead? To show ‘em how it’s done?”
VERNON: showing you how you should be treated
“Okay, so I’ve been doing some research-,” you started and Vernon groaned immediately.
“Please, for the love of god, tell me it wasn’t on TikTok this time.”
You had promised him you’d never lie. So you stayed quiet instead. He sighed loudly and lifted a pillow to his face to groan into it. Once he felt he was ready to face the world again, he dropped the pillow and gestured for you to continue.
You were glad to take the chance. “So I’ve done some research and there’s this thing I want to try.”
“I knew I should’ve listened to my gut when I agreed to help you,” he mumbled before nodding. “Alright, what is it this time?”
“Why are you so grumpy about this?” you laughed. “Vernon, you’re the one that suggested fake dating me to show me–“ you cleared your throat before lowering your voice to imitate him, “–how a real man should treat his girl. You have no leg to stand on here. Now, stand up, I want you to give this your all.”
“Fair enough,” he breathed out and followed your instructions.
As the two of you stood face to face, you told him, “Now, can you please push me against the wall, hold my hand, and kiss me like you mean it?”
He laughed nervously, fighting a grimace. “… I– Yeah, sure.”
Just as you began to think he was chickening out, he followed the instructions.
Before you could even fully comprehend what had happened, you were pushed against the wall, your left hand tightly in his. You could feel his breath against your lips and, before long, just as you were on the verge of begging, he leaned into you, his lips pressing against you. Your eyes fluttered closed, your free hand reaching up to rest against his neck.
He had ruined other men for you just like that.
CHAN: fake dating for publicity
“The paparazzi are waiting on the corner of the street,” your manager informed you, “and Lee Chan’s car should be waiting outside. You just have to walk outside, to his car, and look pretty but mysterious.”
“Pretty but mysterious?” You wanted to question the way her mind worked, but it was clear there was some genius behind her questionable instructions. So you nodded. “Got it. I’ll do my best.”
“When these news break out, you’ll be the top story of every magazine for at least a week,” she continued with a bright smile, confident in her plan. “I’ve already “leaked” some material about you two. All you guys have to do is act the part. And you’re good at acting, right?”
“Right,” you breathed out.
“Good luck! Don’t screw this up,” she told you and opened the door to the outside.
You could already see a camera reflecting light in the distance. You tried not to care and headed straight to Chan’s Maserati. He pushed the door open a little before you got there, no doubt to give the paparazzi to get a clearer shot of him.
“Hello there,” he spoke when you sat down. “Where to?”
“Anywhere but here,” you grumbled. “This whole thing is driving me insane.”
“Tell me about it,” he sighed. “My manager told me to be careful to not make a mess. I don’t even know how I’d do that in these conditions.”
“Probably by going off the rails and out of the script. By creating a scandal.”
He paused before smiling mischievously. “Do you want to create a scandal?”
You squinted. “What do you have in mind?”
“You and I, an outrageous date. I know place.”
“With a concept that would make our managers cry?”
“Is there any other kind?”
#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen reactions#svt reactions#seokmin scenarios#mingyu scenarios#minghao scenarios#seungkwan scenarios#vernon scenarios#lee chan scenarios
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Hazbin Hotel as Brooklyn 99 quotes pt. 18
*Angel comes into the hotel and announces that Vox is double dead and Alastor doesn’t believe it*
Husk: Why would Vox fake his own death?
Alastor: The same reason he visits Mexico once a year and sucks the blood from all the goats. For kicks.
Husk: Look, I don't know what to tell you, but he's dead. What do you want? To open up his coffin and check for yourself?
Later
*Alastor walks into the hotel with a huge smile and a bag of bagels*
Alastor: Ding Dong, the Vox is dead.
Alastor: Bagels for everyone!
Husk: So I guess you believe it now?
Alastor: Yeah, want to see the pictures I took?
Vaggie: Actually, yes.
Alastor: I'll share the album with you
*Charlie walks up with tears in her eyes*
Charlie: Oh my God, I just heard about Vox. He was so young
Alastor: For a redwood tree.
*The tears start streaming down Charlie’s face*
Alastor: Uh, I don't know what to say. Why are you crying?
Charlie: A person is dead! I feel sad.
Alastor: Well, I know just the thing to cheer you up. Vox is dead! *tossing Bagels to everyone* Bagel! Bagel Bagel!
Vaggie: Al, I am loving this color on you, but don't you think you should tone it down?
Alastor: Why, in case I run into his family? I'm not planning any trips to the Zoo.
The next day
Vaggie: All you have to do is say a few nice comments during the memorial.
Alastor: As God said when Vox tried to sneak past the gates into heaven, "It ain't happening, honey."
Vaggie: [cackles]
#incorrect quotes#brooklyn nine nine#brooklyn 99#b99#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin alastor#radio demon#hazbin husk#husk#hazbin charlie#charlie morningstar#vaggie#hazbin vaggie
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This is a big ask so don't feel like you have to, but would you be interested in pitching some summaries of the fics you have up on Ao3? I know there are summaries up there, but I like the casual way you have with words and you say fuck a lot and I dunno yeah
omg this is so funny bc i know the exact way with words you're talking about and of course im not gonna pass up a chance to promote my own work hehe YOU GOT IT!
i have 20 atla fics so I'm going to recommend them in order of... least to most kudos??? to try to trick people into reading more of my stuff? lol idk
I'm 99% sure all of these are Zukka fics...
The Last Five Years - ok actually this is a bad place to start bc i don't think im gonna finish it. it just really didn't take off but um its a The Last Five Years AU with really fucking sad Divorced Zukka
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Cry - this is i think my newest one, it has trans zukka and it's a bit angsty with a fake death but i also think it's kind of fun. it's the idea trans people have of ''who's going to care if my family puts the wrong name on my gravestone?" but there IS a happy ending
A Problem Halved is a Problem Shared - im gonna be honest i dont fucking remember writing this one lol but it says dialogue-only and it WILL be angsty bc it is about zuko and sokka dealing with different issues they have
One Last Time (and its sequel The End of All Things) - Actually OLT is definitely one of my faves I ever wrote. It's my canon-compliant take on um... *cough* Sokka's death, referenced in Korra. It's SO angsty but it has one of the most visceral scenes I've ever written and I DID cry writing this. TEoAT is the happy ending Divorced Zukka deserved with bonus Iroh but you WILL cry reading that too. BUT i cant fucking recommend these ones enough!!!!
If I fade away (the awful things we do to make the head go quiet) - VERY dead dove. trans zuko needs to pay a MASSIVE price to get home to the Fire Nation after Ba Sing Se, and it's not his choice at all. I love this but READ WITH CAUTION
In Which Sokka is Supportive Ally Boyfriend Goals - I am dead serious i like dont remember this one at all but i know it has trans zuko!
Nourishing the Flame Within - not the best written tbhtbh BUT it does have two very important Zukos in it that I hold to be universally true: trans zuko and eating disorder zuko
bad idea right? - okay this is DEF one of my faves lol its about divorced zukka but they just cant stop messing things up and sleeping with each other even though theyre not together anymore lolol
Keeping it in the Family - lmao OKAY SO this is the ONE version of zukka that im like 'ok all u z*tara folks, maybe zuko WAS with her and it obvs didnt work' and then he hooks up with sokka instead and its GREAT but oops now we have Family Drama
Scars of Trust - bro im not gonna like i barely remember writing this one but i remember I LOVE IT and it's about sokka who has been dating zuko a while but he finally learns that zuko is trans? its great
Playing the Long Game - eh, i don't love it, but I'd say it's worth a read. it was my first longer fic in the fandom. it DOES have a great Zukki evolution though if you're into that, and a nice mystery!! Also some whump and angst bc of course
Keeping Score - I liked this one! It's just little snippets of times Sokka has survived assassination attempts, because we always hear about it happening to Zuko, but Sokka gets them too. Angst obviously
It Was Cruel and It Was Wrong - wow, a dead dove fic, yes. It's basically like "If I'm Joo Lee and you're Joo Lee, then who's flying the bison?" Yeah so Sokka and Zuko are both brainwashed by the Dai Lee and Suffering but be careful because this gets DARK
Mother - Izumi has two dads but she feels bad she doesn't have a mom. But guess what, her dads don't have moms either!! She's very happy to find that out! Wow Izumi, way to have some sympathy.
Impact - It's about Zuko taking a longer time to recover from an assassination attempt than he'd want, and Sokka being loving and patient with him! I wrote this when I had a bad concussion for like three weeks and so it's pretty like. Medically accurate lol
Scratchy - Short and sweet. I don't remember this one much but I know that it is fluffy and involves turtle ducks!
Hidden Pain, Shared Love - Another short and fluffy one. It's about the first time Zuko sees that Sokka has problems with his leg sometimes?
Zuko and Sokka Get Engaged in the Most Zukka Way Possible - okay i actually really love this one because it's on brand and cute and also i made it fucking angsty because oF COURSE
Zuko Amongst the Dragons - yes so what if zuko was raised by dragons and met the gaang but he was super feral? and what if shenanigans ensued? AND what if sokka and zuko fell in love anyway????
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jumping on this bandwagon i guess
#rain world
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🌀 trans-scension 🔁 goldenjetfish
✨ yeekoftheweek Follow
[Image: Navigation directions for a road with a roundabout. An alternate route goes directly through the roundabout. It is labeled "if you;re not a coward ;)"]
got this from my drone nav today
is my iterator fucking okay
👤 herecomestherainagain-deactivated1529700
Go home No Significant Harassment, you're drunk.
🪈 pipe--yard
okay im like 99% sure this is fake but i just gotta highlight the audacity of saying "go home" to the guy whose house youre literally driving on top of
🪈 pipe--yard
edit: IT'S REAL??!?!
wild-flower-ride-deactivated1532056
void and saints below yall really live like this
📿 guardianknittingneedles-deactivated1534459
Happy one solar-cycle anniversary to the drunk No Significant Harassment post
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i've only seen this post in screenshots and i still can't believe it's real
🟩 nsh-heritage-posts
Certified No Significant Harassment Heritage Post
#rule of laughter #happy 7 sol-cycle anniversary to the drunk nsh post everyone #tumbling stones heritage posts
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☁️ fourteenblueclouds
[image description: Two painterly images of the sky, as viewed from a Metropolis balcony on Five Pebbles during a dry spell. The first shows the sky, uninterrupted save for the spires of distant communications towers. The other, a single figure leaned over the railing of a balcony, looking out over the cityscape.]
the summers up on pebbles were always the worst, but as the end approaches i'm coming to miss them
#original art #artists of tumbling stones #my artwork #painting
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🗡️ nine-sharp-stones
it really feels like everyone is ascending these days. this place is a ghost town. i just wish i could join them but i know i'll never be enough. there's too much of me. if i go it'll twist me into something i don't want to be. and all i can do is be afraid.
i miss my parents. i miss everyone. my best friend ascended last cycle. we couldn't be friends anymore because i was "holding them back".
i just wish i could have gone with them.
#vent #do not reblog #delete later
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🌀 trans-scension 🔁 halo-of-seven-suns
⛆ raindeerstampede-deactivated1534012
It still gets me every time that even living up here with an abundance of water, we choose to maintain a system of pipes to ensure access to it.
I have to pay a water bill.
It rains so hard every night my balcony has a hands-breadth of standing water when the shields unroll in the morning.
Does nobody see the contradiction here?
🪻 metropolitanghost Follow
op have you ever heard of a drainage system
do you like. realize how nasy that water gets
and you want to DRINK it?
🧃 five-pebbsi-official Follow
Why drink rainwater when you could be drinking Five Pebbsi, the official drink of the Five Pebbles Metropolitan Zone?
[five-pebbsi-advertisement.jpg]
Quench your thirst and contract 0 intestinal parasites! None!
🪈 pipe--yard
#wow thanks five pebbsi official brand account that doesn't sound suspicious at all
#thank you five pebbles official you sound very trustworthy #i am sure your drink contains nothing else that would be of concern
#what an incredibly trustable source! i am sure if i perform a search query for five pebbsi i will definitely not find anything concerning on the ingredient list!
🖸 pleading-intellects-hot-robot-bod
#it has WHAT IN IT
i would like to wish everyone finding out about the ingredients of five pebbsi from this post my Deepest Condolences but also, Rest In Pieces
#rule of laughter
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🪨 one-cup-of-pebbles 🔁 memes-to-make-you-ascend
[screencap: a greyscale photo of a cup of gravel tea, with two twigs artfully arranged on a plate. Caption reads, "Working on denying the fourth urge this week! #fourthurge #gluttony #graveltea #dietarypurge #releasethe4"]
these guys have got to be stopped
#i am losing my mind over this
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💬 wondering-ottoman 🔁 leviafantastic
🌘 lingeringluna Follow
[Image: a shiny chitinous box containing unidentifiable bluish-white mush.]
living block just got the new ration shipment today. what the [2].
🌘 lingeringluna
this is what they feed the iterator technicians i think
👤 beyondthewinds-deactivated1528045
Technical side of Tumbling Stones, can you confirm?
🧮 sixgrains-official Follow
yes i am a real iterator technician and i eat this every day,, for my lunch and for dinner i eat neuron flies. hope this helps
👤 beyondthewinds-deactivated1528045
Thank you, definitely official account of famous iterator architect Six Grains of Gravel, Mountains Abound
#this is an old and humorously meant post i know but… #but no really what?! #i knew it was bad for the stragglers but i had no idea… #at least once we all ascend it'll be a bygone worry i suppose… #tw gluttony
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🌀 trans-scension 🔁 halo-of-seven-suns
⛓️ atopthespires
becoming an iterator technician with high ambitions but i'm incredibly clumsy, introduced to them on the first day of the job and i am simply so charming they cannot help but fall in love with me for "research purposes" and i become their specialist little technician attending their every whim despite being the least qualified individual to do so <3
⛓️ atopthespires
some of you are very confused what i mean by this, so let me make it clear: i want to [U.] the iterator
⛓️ atopthespires
#op do you understand that the puppet is just a simulacrum of a body? #they are much vaster than your reproduction-addled mind can concieve of i promise you that
the simulacrum being puppeted by a vast inconcievable machine is part of the appeal. whats not clicking
⛓️ atopthespires
#you realize the councils would literally throw you into the void fluid vats for that right #if you don't get excommunicated first
might i introduce you to this Wondrous New Skill called: lying
#rule of laughter #heresy tw #not safe for worshippers
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#rain world#rw ancients#fake tumblr posts#suicide (implied)#religion (fictional)#also uh#disordered eating implications?#not 100% sure how to tag this#rw ancients are... something#also yes those are fake image descriptions/captions#i would love to make those paintings someday but i do Not have the time or skills for it orz#does this count as fanfiction?#fj.txt#i had way too much fun making this post and coming up with usernames lmao#EDIT: tumblr hid this post for having too many links i think oopsies!#does this show up in the tag now?
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Blessedly tagged by @walkinginland and @flyinghome-againstthewind so I can participate in one of my favorite activities (talking about myself) during this boring workday!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
173, although I know there are a few that for various reasons I haven't posted on there
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
1,177,040 which...wow
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Most continuously the MCU (Captain America specifically), Buffyverse, Veronica Mars, and Outlander, but one-offs for many others
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Muscle Memory (Outlander, Jamie/Claire; 18 chapters, complete)
Wingspan (Veronica Mars, Logan/Veronica; 6 chapters, complete)
Here's All the Melting Thrill (And Here's the Kindling Fire) (Outlander, Jamie/Claire; 14 chapters, complete)
things left behind and the things that are ahead (MCU, Steve/Peggy; 43 chapters, complete)
After the War Is Over (Will There Be Any Home Sweet Home?) (Outlander, Jamie/Claire; 6 chapters, complete)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
99% of the time, absolutely. I appreciate them so much, and want to express that, even if I'm a little overwhelmed and just end up saying "Thanks so much for reading!" Sometimes, however, if the comment strikes me as really negative or is trying to start some kind of debate that I don't want to get involved in, I'll just mark as read and move on.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't really write angsty endings! (Usually just angsty middles, and third act twists...) Probably my Veronica Mars fic, We Do Not Flinch, because even though the ending is definitely hopeful, not everything is fixed and the character death is not erased.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Um, basically all of them tbh! I love and reliably provide a happy ending. I guess I'll say Each Step Closer (On Our Way Together) because the whole thing is pretty light and the last section extra so.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Intellectually I know the answer is no. But I have gotten criticism, perhaps validly, about my portrayal of Peggy's emotions in Woman Borne, and also have gotten comments which express frustration with the choices my characters make, and that does feel hurtful in certain ways.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Ehhhhh, very, very lightly. Pretty much just gauzy linguistics and minimal mention of actual body parts - soulmate smut 🤷♀️
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Haha, I've written a bunch of AUs that borrow from other fandoms and have a lot of fun with those, but I've only written one partially completed Buffy/Bones crossover
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I think that some of my fics have been included in the kind of automatic sweeps that republish on fake fic sites or ebook sites, but not by an actual person as far as I know.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, although I'd be happy to give permission if someone wanted to!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Lol, no and I can't imagine I'd be an easy writing partner 😂😬
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Skipping because I've found that there isn't necessarily a permanence to it for me.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I don't really have WIPs that have been posted (because I know myself and that would be too stressful for me!) but the long planned out Chase/Cameron fic, or the Veronica Mars one where Wallace was a superhero, or the various ideas I've vaguely started writing within my head.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Mmmm...Occasional nice turns of phrase/unusual uses of language?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Writing visuals or action
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Nervous about it and probably I do it wrong, but I do it anyway 😬
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Harry Potter back in the day
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I am my own biggest fic critic and also my own biggest fan, so they are all dear to me. I do have a particular love for my Steggy fic things left behind and the things that are ahead and all the characters and bits of the universe that come along with it.
Tagging @roboticonography, @ghostcat3000, @ckerouac, @kairosimperative, and of course my always meme pal, @lavellenchanted!
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Faking It
Chapter Four
Credit to @cityfanchelseaslut for the gif!
Word Count: 665
Previous Chapter here
You were confused, in a state caused by your emotions being all over the place.
You had only met Mason once and now you’ve walked off because your mind is taking you to other places.
Feeling your phone vibrating in your bag, to see that Mason was calling you.
“Where are you babe, I am worried about you?” he asked you as you could hear the panic in his voice.
“I am standing at the car, sorry” you mumbled as you could see his head popping up as he ended the call.
“Babe what happened? are you alright?” he gave you a cuddle.
“I am okay, sorry for walking off. I needed some space, I guess I felt overwhelmed by being in public with you. This is new for me and felt stupid. I am sorry, I ruined a nice day” you muttered as you sighed heavily again.
“You didn’t ruin anything, this is a weird situation for me as well” he shrugged.
“But it’s not though is it? this is normal to you, people coming up to you. Getting pictures with fans is normal. That to me is so weird, like I am scared of that happening and getting spotted with you. I know this is eventually going to happen, but I am not ready for it” you climbed into the passenger seat.
“But you don’t need to run off at every opportunity. I’ll just take you home, seeing as you don’t want to be seen in public” he shrugged.
“I didn’t say that, I said I was nervous. Sorry, just take me home. I have had enough of you and this” you groaned, looking out the window the whole journey.
“Thanks, bye” you waved as you walked up to the apartment doors as you swiped your keys at the building to get in as you watched Mason drive off.
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Your girls were coming over for a long awaited girls night once you have arrived back in the UK.
“Hey” you smiled as they all came piling into your apartment.
“You okay? You seem sad” she asked as she cuddled you.
“I’m okay, sorry I couldn’t meet you earlier. I I, was out” you hesitated as you friend’s facial expression changed.
“Hmm, you hesitated. Are you lying?” she asked you as you made up some drinks.
“I, well I am seeing someone” you mumbled.
“Who? What? When?” she laughed as the rest of the girls come back into the kitchen.
“Wait, are you gossiping without us?” she asks as you laughed.
“Sorry, they were asking me what was wrong. But I was seeing someone yes” you smiled.
“Wait? who?” all eyes were now on you.
“I can’t tell you who, but I am not sure how I feel to be honest. I wish I could tell you what has been going on, it has been crazy since I landed. I don’t know what I am allowed to say, but I promise you. I will be able to tell you soon” they all took glances at each other, confused as to why you weren’t telling them what was happening.
“You are confusing, I suppose we will have to wait and see if you are not willing to tell you” they shrugged as you sipped your drink.
“It isn’t that I am not willing to tell you, I physically can’t talk about it yet” you replied as they all went in the living room for you to all order a takeaway.
Your phone buzzed and all eyes were on your phone.
“Is it him?”
“It’s him, come on”
“Show us, show us now” you laughed at the reactions as you read the text.
“Meet up tomorrow? MM” you smiled as you replied to him without your friends eagle eyes looking at your phone.
“Sure, see you x” reply sent as you slipped your phone in your pocket and ignored it for the rest of the evening as you enjoyed some quality times with your girls.
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Anyone else have an interesting relationship with the term “weird?”
Like. On the one hand, I guess I am statistically abnormal. And I don’t feel like I belong with people 99% of the time. And also my thought process sometimes can be so different from others’ to the point it’s isolating.
However. When people tell me I am weird, I dislike it. It feels othering, which I don’t like. Like yes I might have a different thought process but I’m still thinking like you are.
I guess I’ve spent so long looking for a place I can be myself without judgment that people calling me weird makes me feel worse about having yet to find that place.
Also because I mask and I get annoyed that they only like it when I’m weird in Acceptable ways. Like when I’m really into alt style. But then when I need accessibility aids or when I show signs of a flat affect or low empathy, when they find out I’m a little too much into a video game and often spend entire free days on it, suddenly I’m capital-W Weird or Creepy or whatever.
Feels fake.
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Nancy Wheeler x Female Reader: Dating Head-Cannons
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Feel free to use these for your own creations, I don't mind at all.
I'm guessing most people reading this are over 5'3, as the first head-cannon mentions the reader being taller then Nancy, but if you're not, please just ignore it as I could not think of a way to make an alternative :)
Some of these are based on very specific scenarios cause I am very specific when it comes to most things.
Let me know if you'd like to see that one shots of these head-cannons, as I'd love to provide them for you :)
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Being the tallest out of the two of you has it's perks.
E.g. Taking her journalism notes away from her when she's been working on them for too long, and holding them above your head so she can't reach, and then only way she can get them back is if she promises to finish her sentence and stop writing, or by physically tackling you and stealing them back (which she has done before).
Her having to get on her tiptoes or you having to lean down to kiss/hug each other. Etc
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The ultimate duvet/comforter thief in the entire worlds existence, literally as soon as you turn over to go to bed/settle down to go to bed, she will wrap herself in it so you have to snuggle into her to keep warm.
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Enjoying the best dates together.
Studying together at a local cafe.
Movie dates.
Picnic Dates in the Spring.
Tanning and swimming together on the beach (and building sandcastles as well if that's your sort of thing).
Long autumn walks.
Snowball fights in Winter.
Stargazing.
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Nancy is a morning person and nobody can convince me otherwise. She definitely gets up at 7am every morning, on the dot and will try anything and everything to wake you up (and if you are anything like me, and you usually get up at 10 in the morning, it can make things difficult) but she usually ends up getting you out of bed by bribing you with extra kisses and cuddles throughout the day.
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Stealing each others clothing has just become a thing, if one of yours or her pieces of clothing has disappeared there's a 99% chance the other person has taken/borrowed it.
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Picking flowers when your out walking and making a bouquet of pretty flowers for her, or just picking one very special one. You get bonus points in her book for tucking a couple behind her ears or putting them in her hair.
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Going to bookshops and picking out books to read to each other later on, while cuddling in bed.
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She absolutely loves baking and is a very good cook, chocolate chip cookies are her speciality.
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Pool/swimming days with the rest of the gang (Robin, Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Argyle, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Will, Max, El and Erica) at Steve's house or Lover's Lake.
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Nancy is definitely a plant mom/mum, she loves plants, fake or real ones, she will love them as if they are real.
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The two of you hanging out and having sleepovers with Robin, Max, El and Erica all the time, paint each others nails, dyeing each others hair, make matching bracelets/necklaces, bake cookies, gossip, watch movies, the whole works.
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Going along with her as her sort of sidekick when she goes out being "the best journalist in the world", as you tell her, is the best.
Long car rides on the way to/on the way back from following leads and doing interviews for in any of her new stories.
Writing little notes and drawing little doodles and hearts on the covers of her notebooks while she's pre-occupied with other stuff.
Going out for coffee runs while Nancy's working on stories.
Proof-reading and re-reading them together over and over again to make sure they make sense and are spelt correctly
Working on designs and headlines for the front pages.
Fake names and identities, following people around, trespassing, going to extreme lengths to access research, that kind of thing.
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Her teaching you how to fire her guns in case you ever need to use them (even if your not good at it, you will probably end up using it).
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(For my girls with Anxiety, Autism, ADHD, or any other similar disorders) Nancy always makes sure she has your comfort things (or similar things to them) when you go out in case you suddenly don't feel 100%.
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Trying to (and almost always succeeding in) getting Nancy to revive her old D&D character that she used to play with The Party when The Hellfire Club (and Will) play in the Wheeler's basement twice a week and occasionally playing the role of DM (Dungeon Master).
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Robin helping the two of you plan your days out (and occasionally tagging along with them) and in return the two of you help with her flirting skills (she definitely take notes on one of Nancy's spare notebooks to make sure she remembers all of it), because the two of you are definitely way better at dating advice then Steve Harrington.
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Writing little poems and notes for each other and putting them in different places (in mugs/cups from the kitchen cupboard, sticking them to mirrors, replacing bookmarks in the other persons book with them, putting them in each others jacket pockets etc).
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Finding things/gifts that remind you of the other person (flowers, rocks/crystals, etc).
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Obviously, dating Nancy Wheeler comes with some baggage (the Upside Down and all that jazz), so inevitably the two of you are going to get hurt at some point, and whether it's a small scrape or a deep cut, Nancy is going to immediately try and make it less uncomfortable for you and use whatever resources she has to keep it from being infected until she can clean it properly.
But as soon as you're all finished and out of the Upside Down, she sits you down and cleans your wound properly while lecturing you on how much worse it could've been, and how you need to be more careful, all while making sure your okay while bandaging it up.
However, when it comes to her injuries, she'll play it off as nothing until she absolutely has to have it cleaned and bandaged up.
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#Harlow (Lottie's Version)#stranger things#nancy wheeler#natalia dyer#nancy wheeler x reader#nancy wheeler x female reader#nancy wheeler headcannons#original content#original post#mine not yours
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RULES | 1.09: UNITY DAY
summary: the daughter of Marcus Kane gets sent down to the ground with 99 other teenage criminals and a fake guard on her eighteenth birthday, deciding to take charge of the camp along with the two people she never thought she'd get along with after her previous experience with authority and the privileged.
pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc ( slowburn )
warnings: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, swearing, violence, underage drinking, finn, some bellamy x gabi bonding, found family fluff, karma
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To say that Marcus Kane was an absent father would be the understatement of the century. He was never home often, even before his wife's death. But after signing her life sentence, he couldn't bear to look his own daughter in the eyes anymore. He tried to mask it all by mentioning her choice of friends and the rumors about her sleeping around with a few cadets. By judging everything she did. Truth is, it was all just to hide the huge amount of guilt in the pit of his stomach. Unfortunately, his daughter didn't see that. How could she? He never showed any trace of guilt or gave her comfort. Every time she looked at him, she only saw hatred burning in his eyes, not knowing that it was hatred for himself. Because of what he did and what he kept doing repeatedly: pushing her away even more every time he opened his mouth and told her how big of a disappointment she was. He didn't even think about the fact that he would never see his daughter again after she got arrested so he didn't hold back when they reached her cell.
"You really think mom would be so delighted by her beloved husband arresting his own daughter?" Gabriella asked bitterly, still shaken up about what happened a few hours prior. Turns out the guard was in his office when she and John burned it so they were not locked up for just arson, murder too, but she didn't let him see that."I guess you finally found the perfect excuse for getting rid of me. The not-so-perfect daughter of the well-respected council member, Marcus Kane, getting floated for setting a guard's office on fire with him in it." She rolled her eyes and deadpanned. "Scandalous."
"After your mother's arrest, you have been acting like nothing more than a spoiled brat." Her father growled in anger and ignored her harsh words, "Spending time with delinquents and breaking the rules, making me have to bail you out, just so you can get attention. But now? There's no going back from this. You acted out of impulse and anger. You let it control you. So now you are going to have to face the consequences. Believe it or not, I am doing you a favor."
The teenage girl scoffed in disbelief which was followed by a cold chuckle. "Doing me a favor? You're sentencing me and my best friend to death, just like you did to mom. Do you even know why she was arrested?" When he responded with nothing but silence she pointed an accusing finger at him. "Of course not because you never bothered to ask. You just led her straight to that chamber and floated her. She was pregnant you selfish piece of–"
"That's enough. Gabi--" Kane scolded only for her to glare at him even harsher at the use of the nickname.
"Don't call me that! If you really wanted to do me a favor, you would turn around, leave, and never come back."
"What happened to you? How did such a joyful and selfless child turn into this?" Her father
asked, but not with disgust. He was genuinely confused and was wondering when exactly he had failed her. In his eyes, killing her mother was his duty as a member of the council.
"Her father killed her mother. So I guess it's your fault that she died that day too." Her words were cold and void of any emotion.
Kane stared at her for a moment, trying to keep his emotions at bay before swallowing them down and speaking up with an authoritative tone, "The two guards in front of your cell will take you to Earth Skills once a month, I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"And if I refuse? What are you gonna do? Float me twice?"
Her father did not dare to look her in the eye and just turned around, making his way to the door, the teenage girl yelling after him.
"Go float yourself, Kane."
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It has been a week since Gabriella, Clarke, and Bellamy brought guns back to camp. For the time being, everything had been going pretty smoothly. Bellamy and Miller have been leading most training sessions because they were the only ones who knew how to properly use them. Gabriella did not need that much help but Bellamy still insisted on helping her so that was what the two had been doing in their spare time.
Since the grounder escaped, the security around the walls has been bigger and more secure. They could not risk a grounder attack this close to winter.
And winter coming also meant one thing: Unity Day. Gabriella only realized it the day before, when Raven asked her to help her set up the projector connected to The Ark. Unity Day also made another thing come to her mind. Murphy's birthday passed and she did not even notice. It felt weird not having him around and there was a lot of time that she spent trying not to break down. Today only made it worse. Gabriella had not really enjoyed going to the Unity Day celebrations before she met Murphy and the three times she went with him were one of the best days of her life. Before that, skipping Unity Day has been a thing she has been doing with Sam annually.
"My friends, this is a history Unity Day. Every year, we mark the moment our ancestors of twelve stations joined to form The Ark, but this is the last time we do so while aboard her. Next year, we will be on the ground."
"Right." Miller rolled his eyes, tuning out the rest of Jaha's speech. "After we did all the work. Someone shut him up."
"You shut up Miller." Raven shot back, "No one's forcing you to watch."
Gabriella chuckled at her remark and nudged her shoulder slightly, receiving the same gesture in return.
"Whoo! Yeah! Monty strikes again!"
The group of delinquents stopped listening to the speech and turned their attention to Jasper carrying a barrel of what Gabriella immediately knew was Monty's moonshine. The teenagers immediately started cheering when they realized they would be getting alcohol and a chance to get drunk before The Ark came down.
"Call this batch 'Unity Juice'. Who's thirsty?" Jasper yelled to the whole camp and Gabriella watched the teenagers circle around the table Jasper put the barrel down on. She knew it would get messy there for a while so she decided to head there later and walked over to Clarke.
"No Unity Juice for you, Princess?" She asked sarcastically, already knowing her best friend and alcohol did not mix well at all.
"Hilarious." Clarke chuckled and shook her head, "Why aren't you getting some moonshine? Don't you like, live for that stuff?"
"Oh, I do." Gabriella shrugged, "Monty promised to save me some for later so I wouldn't have to push through ninety wild teenagers to get to it. After that, I'll drink until someone is hot enough to hook up with."
Clarke hummed thoughtfully, "Nice."
"And you?"
"What about me?" The youngest Griffin asked innocently clueless like always when it came to those topics. Guys stuck to her like flies to poo, but she remained oblivious and uncomfortable any time a guy gave her attention.
Gabriella scoffed and nudged their elbows together with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows. "Did you get any after Rapunzel?"
Clarke's eyes comically widened and a faint blush tinted her cheeks as she stuttered, "N-no."
"Well then, Princess." The Kane girl wrapped her arm around her best friend's shoulder loosely, "You need a rebound and you need it fast."
"And who would that be?"
"Someone like Bellamy." Gabriella suggested bluntly, "Finn hates him and it will definitely make him jealous. Plus, I heard he likes to sleep around."
Clarke squints her eyes at the fellow blonde, "I thought you were the one that was supposed to sleep with Bellamy?"
Gabriella almost choked on air and her eyes went wide. "I don't know what you're talking about. Besides, I'm not sleeping with a guy that slept with that many girls. He brags about it too much for me to find it attractive."
"Are you calling him a manwhore?" Clarke chuckled in disbelief, gaping at the older girl.
"I never called him a man. His mentality is way too low for him to be considered one."
Both girls laughed at her words when Wells came out of the dropship and walked straight toward the duo.
"What's up, Charming?" Gabriella asked, giving him a sarcastic grin.
Wells gave her a small smile in return before asking hesitantly, "Mind if I borrow Clarke for a second?"
Gabriella looked between the two for a second before mouthing the words "rebound sex" to Clarke, not really caring if Wells noticed or not, and starting to walk away but not without yelling over her shoulder. "Use protection, kids!"
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"Hey, boys "
Monty and Jasper grinned at the sight of Gabriella approaching them with a grin on her face, her attention mostly on Monty. "You got the stash, Mont?"
He nodded and pulled out a jar, giving it to her with a smile, "I've got a whole barrel for you, Bellamy and Clarke. So, in case you need more, you know where you'll find me."
"Thanks." She smiled and opened the jar of moonshine. She took a sip from it and smiled at the familiar burning in her throat. Nothing beats Monty's moonshine.
"You enjoying Unity Day, Queenie?" Jasper asked sarcastically, throwing a few berries into his mouth with his usual grin.
"You know I'm not." Gabriella chuckled, "Unity Day sucks."
"Why does Unity Day suck?" Monty asked, looking between the two, feeling as if he was missing out on an inside joke.
"Her dad forced her to be in the Unity Day pageant when she was like seven." Jasper said, chuckling to himself at the thought, "She never went to one after that until three years ago. She is practically traumatized."
"And seeing the council all standing together like that after knowing how many people they killed makes me sick in my stomach. Plus, it's basically an excuse for the council to get drunk off their asses without anyone being able to say anything about it." Gabriella added, downing her entire drink and passing the jar over to Monty so he could fill it up with more moonshine.
"Yikes." The Green boy muttered, "That got dark fast."
Gabriella shrugged while Jasper snorted and said, "Well. daddy issues usually lead to having little to no respect for authority. So, it's probably that."
"God, you're an ass." The blonde said, pushing Jasper's shoulder back, "Why don't we move over and you can tell us what's up with you and Octavia? You have been avoiding her since the whole camp got high on nuts so you must've done something stupid."
"Okay I'll tell you but you can't tell anyone." Jasper said, giving her a stern look.
"I swear on my father's grave." Gabriella said solemnly and took the newly filled jar of moonshine from Monty while putting her free hand on her heart,
"Your dad is not dead." The goggle-wearing boy deadpanned, squinting his eyes at the shorter girl.
Gabriella sighed dramatically, "Let a girl dream, JJ."
Monty looked between his two friends with a grimace on his face. "You guys are so weird."
Ignoring his words, Jasper took a deep breath, "I told Octavia I loved her while I was high on jobi nuts."
Gabriella had to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing, "Oh, I'm so sorry."
"Why do you immediately assume she rejected me?" Jasper said defensively.
Monty scoffed, answering instead of Gabriella, "Because Octavia is way too nice to actually reject one of her friends, so of course she'll choose the option of ignoring you instead."
"What he said." Gabriella agreed, pointing to Monty. Out of the corner of her eye, Gabriella noticed Bellamy standing in the corner and looking around so she turned to her two friends. "I'll see you two later."
Both of them already saw where she was looking and shared a look before smirking simultaneously. They watched as she turned around, Monty yelling after her, "Have fun!"
"But not too much fun!" Jasper added.
Gabriella rolled her eyes, flipped them off over her shoulder, and skipped over to Bellamy, who did not have a drink in his hand (much to her surprise) but was eating an apple. "Hey, stranger? What are you doing?"
Bellamy had to do a double take when he saw it was her walking over and not a random girl who was drunk off her ass. At the sight of the familiar blonde, his face lit up into a grin almost instantly. "Having fun yet, Bambi?"
Things between the two have been slowly going okay. They rarely talked unless they had to but Gabriella did not avoid him like the plague either. She figured that he was not the worst person in the world. And them constantly fighting was not good for the morale.
"Yeah." She nodded, "You are the one sulking in the corner of the camp and watching a bunch of teenagers get drunk like a creep."
"I'll have my fun when the grounders come." Bellamy said and took a bite out of his apple.
Gabriella rolled her eyes. "Come on Freckles. The actual adults are coming down soon, which means this is probably the last time we get to do something like this. And you're single, in a camp with a bunch of hot girls, some of whom actually turned eighteen after we came down so they're legal. Just use your chance while you still have it."
Bellamy stared at her for a few moments, an unfamiliar feeling in his stomach. Before he had the chance to say something back Clarke walked over.
"Hey. The comms are still dead. They cut out during the pageant." She informed them, stepping by Gabriella's side with a somewhat disappointed expression.
"Best Unity Day ever." Bellamy said sarcastically, the bored look on his face returning almost instantly once Clarke entered the conversation.
Gabriella hummed with a nonchalant look on her face. "It's not like we are really missing anything interesting."
The co-leaders shared small smiles and turned their attention to the partying teenagers. They finally started working well together. Their day trip made all three of them closer. The blondes finally saw a more vulnerable side of him and realized that he was not just a power-hungry jerk and he realized that their lives in Alpha Station were not as perfect as he thought.
"Do you really think now is a good time to be having a party? I mean, the grounder is out there." Clarke asked them, clearly still on edge.
"Grounders." Gabriella corrected, drinking more moonshine, "He is probably home by now - if he even has it - and maybe even informing his army about where we are and they will come to kill us any second." Seeing the freaked-out look on Clarke's face, Gabriella snorted, "Relax, Princess. I'm kidding. We've got security covering every possible hole in the walls and there are more people guarding everything than before." Clarke let out a sigh of relief and Gabriella smirked slightly as she remembered Wells dragging her away earlier, "Where's lover-boy?"
Bellamy laughed at Clarke's confused face and nudged Gabriella's shoulder slightly. "I think you're gonna have to clarify which one, Bambi."
"I'm not having girl talk with you." Clarke said, giving Bellamy a deadpan look, crossing her arms over her chest in defense.
Gabriella's eyes widened in excitement and she almost let out a squeal, "Wow, I had no idea you would actually listen to me! You slept with Jaha Junior!"
The Griffin's eyes widened at the loudness of her voice and slapped her forearm while hissing, "I didn't sleep with him! It was like one kiss a few days ago but can we please not talk about this right now."
Bellamy whistled lowly in amusement, receiving the same glare from Clarke, that Gabriella got just seconds ago.
"You know what?" Clarke glared between the two, "I'm gonna go get a drink."
Gabriella chuckled, giving her wrist a slight squeeze, "Go and have some fun. You deserve it."
Nodding to herself, Clarke started to walk away only to stop before she got too far and turned around with a knowing glint, "So do you two by the way."
"I'll have my fun when the grounders come." Bellamy repeated what he said to Gabriella, making her roll her eyes. Clarke shook her head with an amused laugh and walked away.He took another bite of his apple and watched Gabriella down the jar of moonshine "What you were saying earlier? What am I supposed to do? Just grab some girl, throw her over my shoulder, get her drunk, then take her back to my tent?"
"Yeah." Gabriella shrugged and looked down at her empty cup with a slight pout, already feeling tipsy.
Bellamy stared at the side of her face for a moment before throwing what was left of his apple on the floor and literally throwing Gabriella over his shoulder, making her squeal in surprise. "I didn't mean me! Put me down. Bellamy!" Ignoring her protests, he carried her to a log at the other corner of the camp. Gabriella started punching his firm back when he ignored her and just laughed to himself, "Bellamy, I swear to god!"
Surprisingly, her words were followed by a giggle when Bellamy spun her around slightly, which made her stop punching him. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥. She laughs loudly or snorts inappropriately but she never giggles. She did not like the effect Bellamy started to have on her so she decided to internally blame it on the moonshine.
Bellamy put her down and gave her a second to fix her now completely messy hair before he sat down on the log. The blonde sent him a glare before sitting down next to him with her hands crossed over her chest. The freckle-faced male chuckled at her pouting, making her glare at him again. "You know this isn't gonna work right? You're trying to woo me with your whole bad boy act but jokes on you, that's not my type."
(That was exactly her type.)
"Come on, Bambi." He nudged her with a flirtatious smirk, "Lighten up. I never asked you to sleep with me."
"It's not like you had to." The blonde returned the smirk, "I know I'm hot, but you could at least make the flirting less obvious."
He opened his mouth to defend himself but did not know what exactly to say so he changed the topic of the conversation, remembering how he actually did not know anything about her besides that she was a Kane who hated her father, why she hated him and that's she was a stubborn, know-it-all engineer with a big mouth. He wanted to know more, so he simply asked, "So why did you get arrested? I never asked and, shockingly, I never heard anyone talk about it."
"I killed someone." She said bluntly, resting her head in the palms of her hands that were set on her knees. Bellamy stared at the side of her face, not knowing if she was lying. He knew she was not the most reasonable person and that she had a short temper but he did not think she'd kill someone, at least not on purpose. He was not judging her, though. He would be a hypocrite to do so. And he knew she had her reasons.
"Me and John set fire to the chambers of the guard that arrested my mom and his dad." Gabriella clarified, "But we didn't know the guard was still inside."
"That's fucked." Bellamy grimaced.
The blonde nodded and chuckled, "Well, I would have gotten floated the day they sent us down here anyway. The murder was an accident but I still committed arson. When you fully think about it, the council screwed me over. They could have killed me quickly up there but instead, they sent me to a radiation-soaked planet where I will die anyway because they never bothered to know if anyone survived or not."
"Wait, you turned eighteen when we landed?" He asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
"Yup." She grinned in fake enthusiasm."Happy birthday to me."
Bellamy was going to say something else when Wells Jaha came running up to them, panting a little bit.
"What do you want, Charming?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing. She was confused about why he would want to talk to her willingly. She thought they made their mutual dislike towards each other pretty clear.
"I-- uh, need to talk to you about...something." He looked at Bellamy for a second before back at the blonde, "It's urgent."
Gabriella huffed and looked at Bellamy, getting a shrug from him as okay for her to leave before she got up and followed Wells to a private corner of the camp where Clarke and Finn were already waiting.
Noticing the terrified look on her best friend's, Gabriella immediately thought the worst, looking between the trio when she and Wells got close enough. "Holy shit are you pregnant?"
Clarke's eyes widened at the words and she blinked at the fellow blonde in shock while Finn squinted his eyes in confusion, "What?"
"I'm not pregnant." Clarke said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. And it was because all teenage girls got implants at sixteen to make sure they would not get pregnant at a young age and the delinquents were not any different. Gabriella, though, was always the one to think the worst and that was one of the worst possible things that could happen to any teenager that was on the ground without any real medical help.
"Wells and I set up the meeting with the grounders." Finn said, making Gabriella's confusion fade into annoyance.
"You two did what?" She hissed in disbelief, crossing her arms over her chest. She could not believe the two would be dumb enough to set up a meeting with people who attacked them multiple times. Especially on Unity Day. The holiday meant nothing to her but it meant something to most of the kids in the camp.
"We followed Octavia who was meeting the guy Bellamy tortured In the dropship, his name was Lincoln." Wells started only for Gabriella to cut him off.
"Wait, he speaks English?"
"That's not important right now." Clarke interrupted, "They arranged for the two of us to meet with their leaders to negotiate peace between them and our people."
"You really think that's a good idea?" Gabriella asked, surprised her best friend would be up for a meeting with the people who almost killed Wells.
Clarke bit her lip and shrugged, "I think we should see where that goes..."
"Seriously?" The Kane girl scoffed, "What if they attack one of us again? We have no way to contact The Ark anymore. I can name you a hundred reasons why we shouldn't do this."
"Ella please." Clarke pleaded, "This is the only way the war between us won't escalate even further than it already has."
Gabriella narrowed her eyes at the two boys on either side of Clarke and let out a sigh, "Okay, but we're bringing guns."
"No." Finn was quick to shake his head, "We're not bringing backup. Those weren't the terms. If we're gonna do this, we have to give it a fair shoot."
When Gabriella met Clarke's eyes again she saw something familiar flash in them. She had a plan. She always had a plan.
"Fine." Gabriella gave in, "We'll meet you at the gate later, I have to talk to Clarke for a minute."
Wells and Finn looked at Clarke who was still looking at her fellow leader and reluctantly walked away.
Once the boys were out of earthshot, Gabriella flashed Clarke a small smirk, "So we're bringing backup?"
"We're bringing backup."
-
The two blondes found Bellamy walking around camp, looking around the spread-out drunk delinquents. He was always trying to take care of everyone.
"Bellamy." Gabriella called, making him stop walking and turn back at them, "We need to talk to you."
He gave them a coy smirk, his eyes lingering on Gabriella just a moment too long (enough to have her roll her eyes so his attention would not be brought to her flushed cheeks). "Having fun yet, Blondies?"
"Not now." Gabriella scolded him for his flirting as she and Clarke stood on either side of him, "It's serious."
"It always is..." Bellamy huffed, rolling his eyes and putting his hands on his hips, "so talk."
"Finn and Wells set up a meeting with the grounders." Clarke announced, "The two of us are leaving to talk to them."
"Because you figure that impaling people on spears is code for 'let's be friends'? Have you lost your damn mind?" Bellamy glared between them, in disbelief that they would even give this meeting a second thought after everything that happened since the hundred landed on Earth.
"It won't be that bad if we have backup." Gabriella told him, "That's where you come in."
"We have to live with these people." Clarke added, trying to get him to give in but Bellamy still had his doubts.
"They'll probably gut you." He said bitterly, his dislike for grounders evident in his tone, "String you up as a warning."
"By backup, I meant guns." Gabriella clarified, "To be exact, you, and whoever you choose to bring will be right behind us, carrying guns. We need you to cover us the entire time. And I trust you enough to not let us die."
Bellamy's expression slightly softened and he tilted his head, "Do Finn and Wells know about this?"
"They don't need to know."
-
As Gabriella, Clarke, Wells, and Finn walked further and further into the woods, Gabriella felt herself quickly sober up. She was clenching her first around the knife in her jacket pocket the whole way through the woods in case a grounder or more tried to ambush them. She knew it was not likely it would do too much damage but it made her feel safe enough.
"I'd love it if you were right about this, but did you ever consider it might be a trap?" Clarke asked, holding onto Gabriella's wrist so she would not start freaking out even more than she already was. The slightly older girl did not mind the gesture. Surprisingly, the knowledge that the other was not too far away kept both of them grounded.
"Yup," Finn says nonchalantly, making both of the blondes glare at the back of his head harshly, "but since it's Unity Day, I decided to have hope instead."
Wells' silent grunt of pain made Clarke snap her attention to him and stop walking to walk up to him. She walked over to him, ignoring obvious jealousy radiating off of Finn, and looked at him in concern. "Let me take a look at that."
He nodded and unzipped his jacket to lift up the hem of his shirt to reveal the still obvious wound. Clarke frowned deeply at the sight and looked up to see Wells watching her intently and held eye contact with him for a moment.
Gabriella whistled to herself in amusement, enjoying seeing Finn uncomfortable at the sight. Clarke shook herself out of the small trance and pulled his shirt back down, allowing him to zip his jacket back up.
She turned to give Finn a glare, "Seriously, Finn. You're putting a lot of faith in a guy who stuck a knife in Wells."
"And you're sounding more and more like Bellamy. Both of you are." Finn said in disappointment, shaking his head at his former one-night stand.
"And that's bad, why?" Gabriella could not help but ask, "All the three of us have done is keep people alive. Including Bellamy. So how about you stop whining so we can get this meeting over with."
With another glare thrown in Wells' direction, Finn started walking in front of them. The two obviously had some tension between them which came from both of them having romantic feelings for Clarke but besides that, they had the same priorities. Gabriella was definitely Team Wells. He always loved her and his loyalty always lied with her. Finn, on the other hand, took her virginity and made her believe she was the most special girl in the world for him when he actually had a girlfriend on The Ark. Finn was just mad that Wells never messed up as badly as him.
Clarke gave Gabriella a look which she received a nod at, before dragging Wells to follow behind Finn. Gabriella made sure none of the boys were looking back before throwing some jobi nuts on the ground to help Bellamy to know which path they took.
-
The sun had finally risen when the group of four finally made it to the bridge where the meeting was supposed to be held. Gabriella was surprised to see Octavia waiting for them, not realizing how she did not notice her sneaking out of camp. Other than the Blake sister, the bridge was empty which meant the grounders were not here yet.
Octavia let out a sigh of relief when Gabriella came into view and did not hesitate to wrap her arm around her neck to tackle her into a hug. The blonde wrapped her arms around the younger girl's waist, "You're an idiot for sneaking out and not telling me you know that, right?"
"Sorry." Octavia apologized sheepishly when they pulled away, but she did not look that apologetic. She was slowly getting the freedom she always wanted due to the fact that her brother finally gave her space and stopped breathing down her neck.
"So that's how you set this up." Clarke realized with a short huff, "You helped him escape didn't you?"
Octavia sighed and looked at Clarke solemnly, "I trust him, Clarke."
"There's a lot of that going around." Clarke muttered, giving Finn a side glare, which he tried his hardest to avoid by looking at the other side of the bridge.
He let out a short gasp, his eyes widening. "Someone's coming."
All of them turned around to see the same grounder Bellamy and his boys locked in the dropship run across the bridge and straight to them, Octavia running straight into his arms to envelop him into a hug. Gabriella's eyes widened and realization flashed across her features at the way they were looking at each other.
"Oh."
The grounder, Gabriella learned was called Lincoln, soon looked up to lock eyes with the two blonde leaders. He gave Gabriella a slight now and his lips twitched into a ghost of a smile, recognizing her as the girl who yelled at the guy that captured him. His eyes soon shifted towards Clarke and his expression turned blank again. Clarke's eyes shone in fear and she took a step back only for Gabriella to grab her wrist and pull her back to whisper, "It's gonna be fine."
Gabriella turned her head to the side subtly, noticing three familiar figures behind the threes.
Bellamy, Raven, and Jasper.
She made eye contact with Bellamy, who was already watching her, and gave him a small nod, which he returned.
Her attention was soon torn away from the trio when three horses came into sight at the other side of the bridge. There were two warriors on the black horses, while a woman was on the brown horse between them.
"We said no weapons." Wells was quick to turn to Lincoln, noticing the two warriors had different weapons.
"I was told there would not be." Lincoln sighed, giving the two blondes an apologetic look.
Clarke shrugged, gripping the strap of her backpack, "It's too late now."
Gabriella tugged on her best friend's wrist, starting to walk forward, Finn and Wells hot on their heels only to stop when Lincoln blocked their way. "They go alone."
Clarke gave them a reassuring look, "We'll be fine."
"Clarke..."
Finn was cut off by Clarke turning away from him with a determined look on her face, "It's time to do better."
The two female leaders of the delinquents made their way to the middle of the bridge, meeting the supposed leader of the grounders.
The grounder woman looked at them up and down slowly, before focusing her attention on Clarke, "Your name is Clarke?"
"Yes."
Her attention cut to Gabriella, "And you are Ella?"
Gabriella refused to speak for now and gave her a short nod.
"I'm Anya."
As always, Clarke was the well-mannered one and removed her hand from Gabriella's to extend it to Anya.
When Anya did nothing but stare at it blankly, Clarke let her hand fall back by her side, deciding to start the negotiation first, "I think we got off to a rough start, but we want to find a way to live together, in peace."
"I understand." Anya drew out, intimidating both girls a bit, "You started a war that you don't know how to end."
"What?" Gabriella furrowed her eyebrows and spoke without a hint of hesitation, "We didn't start anything. You attacked one of our own when we landed for no reason--"
"No reason?" Anya cut off, raising her voice slightly, "The missiles you launched burned a village to the ground."
Realization dawned on both blondes, Clarke being the one to speak this time, "The flares? No, that was a signal meant for our families. We had no idea--"
"You're invaders. Your ship landed in our territory."
Gabriella scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest in defense. "We had no idea anyone was down here in the first place. As far as we know, the last person here died at the end of the world because of radiation. That's the main reason we lived in space in the first place. We didn't know Earth was even survivable until we were sent down here to test it."
"You knew we were here when you sent an armed raiding party to capture one and torture him." Anya glared at them. "These are all acts of war."
Noticing that Gabriella was about to probably make the situation worse, Clarke spoke up instead, "I see your point. That's why we need to put an end to all of this."
Anya studied the girls carefully before speaking again, calmer this time, "Lincoln said there are more of you coming down, warriors."
"The guard, yes." Clarke confirmed, "But also farmers, doctors, engineers. We can help each other, but not if we're at war."
"Can you promise that these new arrivals will not attack us? That they will respect the terms the three of us agree on?" Anya asked, still skeptical.
"No." Gabriella answered instantly, "But we will do anything we can do to stay true to the terms we set today."
"Why would I agree to an alliance that your people can break the moment they get here?"
"Because if you don't then there is a more likely chance our people will attack your people as soon as they come down." The Kane shrugged, "We're doing this to prevent death on both sides."
-
Raven watched as Anya's face flashed with annoyance and anger at whatever Gabriella was saying and commented, "Grounder Princess looks pissed."
Bellamy tilted his head, obviously seeing what she meant, noticing Gabriella was losing patience too, if her clenched fist were anything to go by. "Our Queenie has that effect."
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"If you fire the first shot, those people coming down won't bother negotiating." Clarke said in an almost threatening tone, "Our technology...they will wipe you out."
"They would not be the first to try." The grounder said coldly.
Gabriella opened her mouth to keep the negotiation going before a familiar shout cut her off.
"Ella! Clarke! Run."
The blondes snapped their heads to look behind them, seeing their so-called backup shooting into the trees. Anya quickly snatched Gabriella's wrist and pulled her knife out, only for someone behind them to shoot her in her left shoulder. Gabriella looked behind her to see Bellamy looking up at her with a worried look on his face and she gave him a nod to assure him she was fine.
"Get down!" Wells shouted but Gabriella ignored him and grabbed her best friend's wrist, running to their side of the bridge as fast as she could.
The grounders around them kept shooting arrows, while Jasper, Raven, and Bellamy were shooting at them and the blondes tried to get to safety fast.
Once the two reached the end of the bridge, Finn grabbed Clarke to check if she was okay and Wells put his hands on Gabriella's shoulders to pull her back behind them. The Kane did not even have time to question his actions when one of the grounders shot an arrow into Lincoln's chest, making Octavia gasp in surprise and worry.
"Oh, my god! Lincoln!" Octavia's eyes widened and she tried to hold his larger body up. "You've been hit."
"It's just a scratch." The grounder assured her, pulling the arrow out.
"Octavia." Gabriella started, pulling Octavia's attention to her, "We have to run."
"I'm not leaving him." The Blake sister said stubbornly, only for Finn and Wells to come on either side of her, the latter saying.
"We need to go. Don't stop until we get to the camp walls."
The two teenagers dragged Octavia into the forest, Gabriella and Clarke already running in front of them, none of them daring to look back.
Somewhere during the run to the camp, Jasper, Raven, and Bellamy joined them but they still did not stop until they got to the camp walls.
Once they finally got there, the trio who had the guns dropped them onto the ground and they all tried to catch their breath from running that long.
Noticing Finn and Wells looking between all of them with judgy eyes, Bellamy glared at them, "You got something to say?"
"Yeah!" Finn snapped, "I told you no guns!"
"Ella and I told you we couldn't trust the grounders. We were right." Clarke snapped back.
"Why didn't you tell me what you were up to?" Raven asked her boyfriend.
"I tried, but you were too busy making bullets for your gun!"
Finn's words made Gabriella's anger increase, "You're lucky she was! If she didn't bring that we would be dead right now!"
"They came there to kill you, Finn." Bellamy added, standing next to Gabriella.
"You don't know that." Wells scoffed, "Jasper fired the first shot."
"You ruined everything." Octavia finally spoke, glaring at Jasper and turning around to walk back into camp.
"I saved you!" Jasper called after her, trying to keep the hurt from showing in his voice, "You're welcome."
Gabriella watched Jasper walk back to camp, his shoulders down in defeat.
"Well, if we weren't at war before we sure as hell are now." Finn said, giving Clarke a desperate look. He wanted her to say she was wrong and side with him. But if he thought that was going to happen, he did not know her as well as he thought he did. "You didn't have to trust the grounders. You just had to trust me."
Clarke gave him a shocked look while the other two leaders simultaneously scoffed in disbelief. Finn shook his head in disappointment again before brushing past the leaders and into camp. Raven gave the engineer of the group an apologetic look before following her boyfriend inside.
"Like I said," Bellamy drawled out sarcastically, "best Unity Day ever."
"Well, it marked something, alright." Gabriella said with an obviously fake grin that instantly dropped at the sound of an explosion in the distance. All four of them turned to the sky to see the exodus ship the council and the guards were supposed to come down with falling from space.
"The exodus ship?" Bellamy squinted his eyes at the brightness, "Your parents are early."
Clarke and Wells shared excited smiles while the frown on Gabriella's face deepened even more. Bellamy placed his warm hand on her shoulder and gave her a worried look. She tried to ignore her anxiety because she knew that she was going to see her father sooner than she would like.
Gabriella looked back at the sky to see the exodus ship going way too fast. "Something is wrong. It's going too fast and there is no parachute."
In a flash, the ship crashed far into the forest, an explosion echoing. Clarke collapsed into Wells' arms, both of them sobbing into each other's shoulders while Gabriella stared at the place where the explosion was in shock, barely registering another warm hand taking place on her shoulder. There was only one thing repeating in her head like a mantra.
Her father was dead.
#the 100#the hundred#the 100 rewrite#bellamy blake#john murphy#clarke griffin#bellamy blake imagine#john murphy imagine#raven reyes#octavia blake#bellamy blake x oc#bellamy blake x reader#john murphy x reader#john murphy x oc#wells jaha
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Twist of a tale chapter 2 part 7
Frisk: Ok where do I go now?-
* Encounter starts *
Frisk: * Uses act and selects check *
Yod 99 attack ( Fake ) 14.4 defense a person who spreads the HANDS of God
Yod: My attack is 22
Yod: * Stabs the box area then uses the other hand to smash you *
Frisk: * Dodges *
Frisk: * Chooses act and selects Yod and selects Listen *
Yod: Thank you for listening
Frisk: * Uses mercy and selects spare *
You gained 0 exp and 18 g
Frisk: Welp I guess I will just go
* Goes to the other room *
STOP RIGHT THERE
Frisk: WHAT!!!?
A knight in some type of sentry station is.....sleep talking?
Frisk:.... 😑
Random Knight: Stop right there evil soul person
Frisk:....Why is he sleep talking?
Random Knight: I Knight Serlot the GODly will capture you........* Whispering something *
Frisk: What?
Random: Huh * Wakes up * What who's there?
Frisk: 😑 😑 😑 😑 😑 😑 😑 😑 😐
Random Knight: O my a Human how strange...
Random Knight: I Knight Serlot shall capture your soul
( This is not a relation to Martlet )
* Encounter starts *
Frisk: * Uses act and selects Knight Serlot and selects check *
Knight Serlot 12 attack 9 defense A knight with a terrible name
Can make a grey field feel a little bit feel a little bit better
Knight Serlot: Prepare for my attack
Knight Serlot: * Uses an attack that summons swords coming from east to the west *
Frisk: * Dodges it but gets hit by 5 *7/23 hp ....:(
Knight Serlot: AHA HA
Frisk: * Uses item and selects- *
Ummm excuse me
Knight Serlot: Aha.... ha?
Asgore: Could you please go and leave this person alone?
Knight Serlot:...But it's a Human
Asgore: That's not a human ...it's just a monster looking a human
Knight Serlot: O....
Frisk: Yeah 💯
Knight Serlot:... 😐
Asgore: You can go
Knight Serlot: * Slowly leaves *
Frisk:.... 😊 Thanks
Asgore: Your welcome 😁
Toriel: I have found you my child! Now let us do this very very safe challenge
Frisk: 😐 ( Please anyone make sure I am safe )
* All 3 go to the very very safe challenge *
Frisk: Alright so where do I go now?-
Frisk: O MY!!!!?)
Toriel: Welcome to the puzzle of temptation
Frisk: So many tasty pies ;)
Knight Serlot: Thanketh for the pies
Toriel: There not for you
King Serlot: Please 🥺
Knight Serlot: Please I beg you
Toriel: * Stares into his soul *
Knight Serlot: Fine :(
Frisk: 😊 So what do I need?
Toriel: Just try to not get tempted to eat these pies ;)
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as some people might know, I am a Plague Inc. enthusiast. I've played the game since I was about 8, and it is on my list of hyperfixations with fnaf n such. [more story under the cut]
When I got my first job, I spent 99 cents on DLC stuff including the scenarios extension. This included stuff like "what if the world was miserable, and you used a neurax worm to bring them joy?" or "what if every country had the same amount of wealth and technological advances?"
One of these scenarios, which I stated fixating on heavily back in September of last year, was the fake news scenario. This is where you create a fake news story and try to deceive the world. The biggest thing is, once over half of the world is convinced, it's easy to get everybody convinced.
There are 3 difficulties in Plague Inc. there's casual. It's the easiest of easy modes. There's normal, it's there for a little bit of challenge, but it's fairly easy. Then there's Brutal. Brutal is difficult as all hell.
I mastered this scenario easy peasy on casual and normal modes back in December. I took a break and then towards the end of January, I started attempting brutal mode for the fake news scenario.
Oz can vouch, it was difficult. I was doing something wrong. Tonight I gave it a whirl one more time, because I just had a feeling I was gonna get lucky this time.
And guess what motherfuckers.
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Ask game time! Thanks for the tag, @filmamir!
1. Are you named after anyone?
I keep saying if I do anything noteworthy enough in my life to deserve a wikipedia page, someone has to add me to List of things named after Bernhard Riemann - Wikipedia, so... yes.
2. When was the last time you cried?
Yesterday night, and also, longer ago than I remember. Are the tears mine if the sadness isn't? It be like that sometimes.
3. Do you have kids?
No, and thank the powers that be (mostly contraception) for that!
4. What sports do you play/have played?
No real sports, unless highschool PE counts. I was a fervent and pretty skilled skier for a while but my partner is afraid of skiing and its too expensive to go on my own, so it's been years since I did it.
5. Do you use sarcasm?
Not as much as you'd think. I'm a painfully sincere person much of the time.
6. What's the first thing you notice about people?
I hate to be *that* person, but... their vibe. Fake car salesperson smiles, awkward "haha we will ignore that!" silences, confrontational high-schooler convo style... Some people just have fucky energy, idk what else to say. That said, my actual opinion of people takes a while to form -it's like a committee vote more or less.
7. What's your eye colour?
Blue-green
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings all the way. I can watch unhappy endings if the movie is aesthetic(TM) or it's more about the art or history of the film than the narrative, but if I'm immersing myself in a story-story, the person(s) the narrative makes me root for better fucking make it to a happy end.
I'm very selective about scary movies: they need to be aesthetic, and satisfying.
9. Any talents?
... not... really? I kinda struggle with linking my qualities to "talents". I don't have many (if any) things I'm just "naturally good" at; even skill sets I'm now proud of were not something I ever had a natural aptitude for, and if I developed a skill it was 99% of the time out of necessity rather than enjoyment.
I guess I have... shockingly broad bandwidth for other people's issues. Like... interpersonal exhaustion? I don't know her, man. Mostly due to a combination of voyeuristic enjoyment of knowing and understanding things about others, my sense of empathy being almost entirely generated through fine-grained psych analysis rather than instinct, and the *very* odd given that my own personality temporarily stabilizes when exposed to interpersonal input. I'm not sure that's a talent so much as a condition, though xD
10. Where were you born?
Belgium
11. What are your hobbies?
At the moment, mostly writing Tron fanfiction. I also draw (sometimes), paint and kitbash Warhammer 40k minis (been a while), do metalwork (I need a new welding helm T_T), do gothic and fetish modelling, thrift and collect things for my house, etcetera. I cycle through hobbies mostly. Writing is my most stable one -I dare say I keeps me sane.
12. Do you have any pets?
I have a cat! Her name is Meoi (Quenya for "Cat", in honour of Huan and terrible Feanorian naming traditions -retired Silmarillion fan here)
13. How tall are you?
1m70 but most people assume I'm a good bit taller because I'm broad-shouldered and always in 17cm platform stilettos.
14. Favourite subject in school?
Oof. Tough one. I've been out of school for a good long while. The person I was in high-school would have picked physics, followed closely by math. Leaving the following period in the middle (lalala), at uni *in the major I actually graduated from*, my favourites were Architectural Theory, Medieval Image Culture, and Visual Analysis.
15. Dream job?
Oof again. Opinions divided on this one.
I like to say my dream job needs to meet the following criteria:
- I am competent at the job and reasonably regularly get this confirmed by others
- Every day at work I know largely what is expected of me, and what is expected fully falls within my capacity to deliver.
- I have tangible, well-described tasks and goals and never have to "be proactive about finding more work" or "try to look more productive".
- I have good coworkers I get along with, at least professionally.
- No extraneous admin tasks or timesheet micromanagement.
- GOOD PAY
If I'm really ambitious, I would add to that:
- I'm an expert (or just really, really good) at it.
But let's be honest, actual dream jobs Riemann over here has dreamed of having or pursuing? Interior designer/stylist, professional fetish performer/pro-domme, and Enterprise IT Architect.
Yeah.
You see why I stick to bullet point lists.
Tagging... @bowiesinspace @inquisitor-gayfax @clevermird @et-novum and everyone else who feels like it!
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I speak in metaphors
The months have flown by and I feel as if I’ve experienced several vital stages of my soul’s evolution in that time. It could be that this is only the beginning. Just the surface of all the changes, events and lessons I am meant to endure. I feel like a soldier back from a war of back and forth bullets to the heart from people and life, but I’d say I took my finger off the trigger around halfway through this year. I stopped aiming at myself even.
Everything I say must be in metaphors, I have found. I guess those hurt people sometimes. It’s like people are afraid of the dark. We fear the unknown. What we don’t understand. Being vague has been my enemy, but to speak bluntly is to kill my theatricality, which is killing what I am.
I am always performing, but it’s not fake. I think I’m meant to entertain, just not conventionally. Reactions vary.
It’s not anyone’s fault that they don’t live inside my brain. Even if they could visit, comprehension is not guaranteed. If you’re lost viewing from the coast, imagine how I, a non-swimmer, feel at sea. This isn’t me asking for pity or for you to watch (only if you want to).
You could go mad looking for the show. I have the tendency to suffer discreetly in public. How? Duh, I speak in metaphors.
Make this a drinking game, take a shot for every literary device used.
My suffering is a fan favorite. Have no shame. Let’s be honest we’re miserable beings. Even those who skip over my words and acts (99% of people), they are consuming my agony in some way. They’d just never know because I am what I feel. 
Don’t be alarmed. I am always suffering. Suffering is like an adverb for all my emotions. My emotions are so powerful, overwhelming and intense. They drive me crazy. I don’t know how to feel small. I don’t know how to feel neutral. I always feel with a passion as if it were my job. I’m like a baby, I feel like it’s the first time every time and I don’t know what to do. 
If I’m happy, I will suffer. If I’m excited, upset, angry, oh especially angry, I suffer.
It’s all part of my show.
If none of this makes sense, it’s because it’s not supposed to. Because I speak in metaphors.
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Shae Landers, another thing I added this later in the other thread and wanted people to see this so I am now making a new thread on this..
She is all for this black lives matters but yet George Floyd was a five time convicted felon, held a gun to a woman's belly when she was pregnant and did other major crimes and was in prison half of his life and did hard core drugs. at the time of his death had heavy drugs in his system to the point after he tried to pass a fake bill to get cigarettes and was asked three times to give the cigarettes back and refused, he was so wasted he could not even drive and his friend had to get out of the car and call her daughter to get home. His drug dealer was with him. When the cops showed up he was still refusing to give the cigarettes back and then began fighting with cops and would not get into the police car.
His heavy drugs , very dangerous drugs in his system along with his health problems and panicking when being arrested with hypertension killed him, not just a knee on his neck. The knee on the neck ALONG WITH his hypertension, enlarged heart, covid, clogged arteries (one artery was 99% clogged so imagine what hypertension did) also with too much drugs in his system all played a factor in his dying... If all those other factors were not present the knee alone would have not killed him...... He probably would died if the cops didn’t even show up or died in the police car because he had overdosed on drugs.... He was over-dosing and foam was running out of his mouth when he was standing up and also while fighting the cops.
Before the cops even came he was falling a sleep in his car, and she could not keep him up, his friend, his friend even said so... she had to call her daughter to get a ride home.... .He had to go to the hosptial a few times shortly before that from over dosing, he over dosed on Fentynal and another dangerous drug that day and was yelling “I can’t breathe” before he was even on the ground and foaming at his mouth before he was even on the ground... the way he fought the cops inside and outside of the car and was yelling “I can’t breathe” before any knee was on him.... . a lot of these black men fight police and are known to kill police officers. It’s not like this guy was innocent and murdered just because he was black. So Shae is ignorant too. Many white people have died fighting cops during arrests. why isn’t anything said about that? And the blacks thought it was funny when OJ Simpson got away with killing two people..... and the blacks were cheering knowing OJ got away with murder...... they were saying “now we got to kill you whites for a change” how fucked up is that? All you have to do is research instead of playing ,like you are still 16.
What will you do when a black guy shows up breaking into your home and is going to rob and harm you and your family? Let me guess, call the police. Well, when the police are trying to do their jobs and “protect themselves and others from dangerous felons” and the felon gets hurt or dies fighting the cops, you all crying to put the cops in prison.
Well, all cops should resign and then let all these felons just murder us. and take our cars and everything and savagely kill us..... Blue lives matter too and obviously, if people like you are in danger, police will be the ones you call..... when you are in danger from some felon just like George Floyd was....
Sure George had a family who loved him, so does serial killers. People like you act like he was a innocent man just sitting in his car and was targeted and murdered because he was black... not even close to the facts when it comes to George Floyd. Unfortunatly, there are innocent black people who get stopped for no reason and bothered for no reason but this was NOT the case with George Floyd.
That cop that is now in prison for pretty much the rest of his life was protecting and serving his community from felons like George Floyd. This is what he gets?
All cops should resign then see how much you love felons like this guy was. When you need the cops from people just like this guy... The police should not be available to protect and serve you . The ignorance is unbelievable. All lives matter but now cops are suppose to let a black man kill them when they are placing them under arrests because if the felon is hurt or killed while fighting the cops and wanting to kill to prevent being arrested, the cops should just be hurt and killed because other wise they are racist? and will go to prison? So many black guys killed cops including a black guy grabbed a cops gun and shot the cop shortly after the George Floyd incident... nobody cried about that..... while the cops were trying to arrest him....If the suspect is resisting arrest and is a possible danger the cops have a right to subdue them in anyway they have to...
As I said , why don’t the cops all retire and let people like you fend for yourself when you need them? Now if you are black you can kill, rape and rob and pass fake bills and not be touched or the cops racist? a lot of these felons will do anything not to be arrested especially somebody like George Floyd who was on PROBATION so any minor crime would have put him back in prison... He was asked many times to give the cigarettes back and he refused... He could have been on his way home if he just gave back the cigarettes. oh wait, he could not drive he was so wasted, why would his own friend lie? That’s why George was still just sitting in his car and not driving off after literally stealing the cigarettes and was told to give them back or the cops would be called. Fentynal and another major drug which caused his respiratory problems before the cops even touched him. But yet he was fighting like a beast which confused the cops...
George was in the back of the police car at one point fighting so severely the car was shifting up and down, left to right yelling"I can’t breathe “ and before he was put in the police car “I can’t breathe” and the cop said “I will put the window down.”:.. there was NO Knee on his neck and he was yelling “I can’t breathe”. while being put in the police car and while in the police car and foam was running out of his mouth... so they took him out of the car and put him on the ground because he was fighting them.. Usually people who can’t breathe don’t fight so severely the cops car was moving like there was an earth quake shaking that bad from George fighting them inside the car... this is when he got put to the ground.... but he was already saying he could not breathe but yet fighting the cops.
Also, the cops thought George was just trying to avoid not being arrested when he kept saying “ I can’t breathe” as suspects being placed under arrest do try to do anything to get out of it....then when the cops release the suspect from being pinned down and let them up, , they begin fighting again...Why don’t you go out there as a police officer daily with your own life at risk constantly from people just like George Floyd and then see.
some Blacks don’t want equal rights, some want more rights then anyone or you’re a racist.
What about the police lives and the innocent civilians lives who are in danger from felons just like George Floyd. huh?
Serial killers have families who love them too and so? George’s family loved him so do serial killers have family who love them. and?
George sure was fighting the cops to the point the cops’ car was shaking, so why would the cops think he was under physcial duress? Plus, regardless he was foaming at the mouth and saying he could not breathe before any knee was on him.
I get verbally accosted by some black men and they never seen me before and don’t know me.. talking about racism and hate. I had some really creepy problems with some black men at jobs. On top of everything else, Derek Chauvin called for EMT with in two minutes of George being pinned to the ground. The EMT took longer than normal to arrive but he was already saying he could not breathe before he was even on the ground. Earlier the first cop on the scene as George if he had taken drugs and George lied and said “no” if he was more honest cops would have been better to known he had overdosed. Another arrest he had a year before this, he was honest with the cops and said he did take drugs and would have died that day if he was not honest. Constant criminal acts and a danger to society and a druggie. Blacks don’t want equal rights, they want more rights than others and to be above the law and they are racist plenty
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my mum was difficult with a lot of things when i was growing up (i was brought up as your typical eldest daughter), my parents were the type to ask why i didn't get 100 when i brought home a 99. but inexplicably my mum taught me her signature when i was 12 so i could sign school stuff in her stead if i ever forgot to ask her to sign something (permission slips, tests, etc). so i guess she did trust me a little bit, she must have known i wouldn't abuse it. and i didn't, specifically because i knew she trusted me. well played, i guess. make me a people pleaser who feels guilty about everything, and then give me the power to break the rules, knowing i'm too fucked up to do it. yes i am pissed off about that. i didn't even get to maliciously fake my mum's signature which is a rite of passage for every kid, because any time i did fake it i knew i had my mum's permission, and any time i knew i wouldn't have her permission i just didn't do it because it would be betraying her trust. we weren't even close or anything like we weren't a sentimental kind of family when i was a kid. i just felt guilty in general
#eldest daughters will have trauma about the stupidest stuff and then be fine about really fucked up stuff#like boohoo my mum taught me her signature because she trusted me with it and i didn't even abuse that power :(#btw no one in my family has ever said i love you to each other but that's literally no big deal#also my mum once said she was fucking some other guy when she got pregnant so my dad might not be my dad but i also genuinely dont even care
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