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waveofstars · 7 months

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SLOANE LIN: bio + stats.

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traits: aloof, blunt, witty, mean, sharp, intelligent, fickle, loyal, vindictive, pessimistic, lazy, resentful, athletic, emotionally damaged, flirty, detached, nihilistic

aesthetic: lowcut tops, lipstick stains, dog eared pages, homecut bangs, cigarette ash, coffee art, bubble baths, old beanies, wine enthusiast, worn out ice skates, tattoos & docs, late nights, dusty shelf of trophies, quick one-liners, big mistake, wasted potential, 'u up?' texts, the anti-hero

BIO:

The rise and fall of Sloane Lin. The idea of Sloane Lin was born long before she came into this world. The Lin’s were destined for greatness, and she was no exception.

Hailing from Hong Kong, Sloane’s father migrated to The United States in his late twenties and fell in love with a native New Yorker while practicing real estate. Together, they built a reputable real estate agency and took the country by storm. Success hit them fast and hard, though it was well deserved. After a marriage and a hefty prenup, Sloane was born into their fast paced world. The girl was inspired by their tenacity at such a young age and it was then she constructed a life plan for herself.

Becoming an older sister at the age of six years old wasn’t a part of that master plan, but Sloane happily penciled in baby Veronica Lin into her life. Their parents worked hard for the money and the family of four lived comfortably as their business grew internationally. With such busy parents, Sloane picked up a hobby at a very young age to keep herself busy that soon turned into her life’s purpose - figure skating. Her mother had enrolled her into lessons when she was old enough to stand and it stuck. She was a natural. Sloane knew this was what she was meant to do with her life, so she began to balance home school and skating competitions.

Just like a Lin, success came fast and hard. She was traveling across the country for competitions, and soon enough, internationally. The trophies and medals were never ending, but she constantly wanted more. Her sights were set on the Olympics. Throughout her competitions in her late teen years, she managed to conjure up a rival of sorts - Michelle. She was the only real competition she ever had, and for the longest time, Sloane was convinced she hated her. Though that seemed to change one night at a party after a competition. The two started to talk, they argued, but the arguing led to kissing. It surprised Sloane, but nothing felt more right. Sloane and Michelle began to see one another in secret.

It was perfect in the beginning. Sloane was so smitten for the girl and didn’t care who knew it, but Michelle was more reserved with her love, too afraid of backlash. It didn’t help that Michelle was in the public eye more after people adored her and her skating partner, Zeke. People in the figure skating community often thought Michelle and Zeke would make a perfect couple, and that thought always boiled Sloane’s blood. Especially so when Michelle agreed to have a relationship with the man. She assured Sloane there was nothing really between them and it was all for the public gaze. It didn’t hurt any less to continue hiding her love in the dark for Michelle.

All three of them managed to make their way to the olympics, and though it was everything Sloane wanted, she was so consumed by Michelle. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She forced Michelle to make a decision - continue this fake charade with Zeke or show the world that they were in love. It was a plan she thought would surely go in her favor, but to her disappointment, Michelle chose Zeke. It devastated Sloane and she began to question everything. Filled with hurt, resentment, and bitterness, she performed her number at the Olympics and felt robbed of this dream that once meant everything to her. Now, it was nothing. Her mind was wrapped up in Michelle during her entire number, and her gaze often would look for her and Zeke in the crowd. One misstep and Sloane Lin fell harder than ever before. Her ankle broke in two places and she was whisked off the ice to the emergency room.

Just like that, two dreams were crushed in one day. No Michelle, no Olympics. Two surgeries later, she was sure competitive skating was out of her future. Sloane Lin began to unravel as she realized her life’s plan was no more. When she wasn’t making her entire life surrounded by skating, she surrounded herself with Michelle. So, what now?

Sloane lurked at her family’s condo in New York City and her family believed she just needed time to get back on her feet again. However, weeks suddenly turned into years, and Sloane never found herself nor had the desire to. Her parents had relocated to a second property in Hawaii as their youngest daughter took over the family business. Whether it was out of sympathy or love, her parents allowed Sloane to continue living in that condo in New York practically rent free.

Now in her late twenties, she’s still lost as ever and cynical as they come. Sloane gave up ages ago on trying to be something more. She looks at her baby sister who is married with a child on the way and a strong career under her belt, and although Sloane is happy for her, she knows good and well that she had become the black sheep of the family. Maybe she liked being the black sheep. She could never really decide on that.

Sloane spent her time at jobs that never would really go anywhere. She spent some time bartending and quickly realized she hated half of the people that talked to her while working, so she then moved to being a barista. Her coworkers were always teenagers or college students who were just at the beginning of their lives. Sloane didn’t mind it, even if everyone around her questioned her. It wasn’t the kind of job change her parents hoped for, but they stopped really expecting anything from Sloane years ago. They paid for half of the bills she can never cover and blindly supported their daughter. She continues to live aimlessly drifting through this life of broken dreams, but for now, it was more than enough for her… So, maybe she wasn’t destined for greatness, after all. Perhaps she always meant to fall.

#stats: sloane #bio: sloane #after many months of going back and forth with this character #a bio was finally written #and the muse is alive more than ever #lmk if you wanna write with this mess!

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burningdragon · 3 years

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wandercrss · 3 years

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‹ kathryn newton. cis woman. she/her. muse 1q. › cassandra ‘cass’ mitchell is back in rochdale for the summer. they’re currently twenty two years old and are known as the lot soul of the rioters, especially after they were constantly skipping classes and smoking during school hours. they graduated in 2017 and since then they’ve been nomadically moving from place to place working odd jobs. they decided to come back for the summer because she’s alone and secretly feels like the rioters are the only family she’s ever had. let’s hope they have the summer of their dreams! ( jess. she/her. 24. est. )

trigger warnings: death, abandonment, drug mention

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G E N E R A L

FULL NAME: cassandra elaine mitchell

NICKNAME(S): cass

TROPE: the lost soul

B A S I C S

AGE: twenty-two (22)

BIRTHDAY: november 1, 1998

NATIONALITY: american

ETHNICITY: caucasian

GENDER: cis-woman

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: liberal

RELIGION: atheist

OCCUPATION: moves from job to job / currently looking for something new

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

PARENTS: kristen mitchell (mother - estranged), biological father (unknown)

SIBLINGS: penelope mitchell (older half-sister - deceased)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): none.

CHILDREN: none.

CLOSEST FRIENDS: tbd.

RIVALS: tbd.

ENEMIES: tbd.

P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S

FACECLAIM: kathryn newton

EYE COLOR: blue

HAIR COLOR: blonde

HEIGHT: 5′5

BODY BUILD: slim

NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: eyes

AESTHETIC/STYLE: casual (punk undertones...yes, i’m making that up)

P E R S O N A L I T Y

POSITIVE TRAITS: brave, determined, adventurous, loyal

NEGATIVE TRAITS: resentful, secretive, deceptive, isolating

TYPICAL MOOD/EXPRESSION: neutral

ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio

MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful evil

ENNEAGRAM: type eight - the challenger

MBTI: entj

HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

SKILLS: getting out of trouble, making something you’d least expect an adventure, thought-out pranks, ‘hangover cures’

HOBBIES: sketching/photography, pulling a prank on friends, smoking/drinking, more to come

FEARS/PHOBIAS: being left completely alone, losing those she loves

FAVORITES: iced coffee, burritos, thunderstorms, sunrises over sunsets

B I O G R A P H Y

cassandra elaine mitchell, mostly known as cass, was the second child born to kristen mitchell on november 1, 1998. cass’s upbringing was known to be rocky, at best. kristen was a single mother to cass and her older half-sister, penelope. cass and penelope were almost seven years apart in age, but that couldn’t get in the way of their bond.

from a young age, penelope felt very protective over cass. part of that was out of necessity. see, kristen wasn’t exactly committed to the whole mother-gig. penelope and cass weren’t apart of her plan, just byproducts of drunken one-night-stands. kristen often had trouble holding down a job and seemed more invested in finding herself a relationship to dive into. when it came to being a mother, though, she often didn’t even try. she relied on penelope a lot as the girl got older, even leaving the young child in charge for days at a time as kristen went off on another bender or to another party. penelope tried to shield cass from a lot of it, but that wasn’t an easy job.

when penelope turned 19, kristen was even more of a mess than usual. she had lost her job completely, their home was about to be repossessed, and the woman just couldn’t handle it all. so, she disappeared. packed up and left, leaving cass under penelope’s care.

it was less than ideal for a 19-year-old to now be on her own taking care of a 12-year-old child, but penelope and cass were closer than anything. they knew they could make it work. now that it was just the two of them, they didn’t have to worry about their mother coming in and screwing things up. penelope began working two jobs in town so she and cass could rent a tiny one bedroom. it was tough, but it brought penelope and cass together.

with penelope at work so often, cass was suddenly on her own more and more. it was lonely and isolating, so she decided she would find adventure for herself. cass was always an explorer. a wanderer, as penelope would often call her. she liked to dive into unknown territory, discover new things, and jump off high places just to see how it would feel. it drove penelope crazy, but it made cass feel alive.

cass always prioritized herself over school. it wasn’t that she wasn’t smart. it was that she hated the idea of being cooped up in a classroom for eight hours every day. she became known for her skill in cutting classes.

when cass was in high school, she started to make more and more friends. eventually, she found herself apart of the group known as the rioters. other than penelope, cass had never really had a family. and slowly but surely, the rioters really became to feel like one. she was their very own sarcastic, jaded, adventurous lost soul. some of her best memories ever were with the rioters.

as high school came to a close, cass had to decide what was next. most of her friends were off to exciting things, but cass didn’t have a plan. neither did penelope. but the older girl was exhausted all of the time, having spent half of her 20s just working to put a roof over their heads. so, the two decided to leave rochdale behind and actually see what else the world had to offer. after graduation, they jumped in their car and were off.

they spent many years travelling...setting up shop in small towns where they could earn some money, spending nights eating one-dollar cheeseburgers and sleeping in their car. it was far from glamorous. but it was exciting. all they needed was each other. cass would take photos, documenting their journey. they would pick up jobs in retail during the holiday season or waitress at a local diner for a few months until they decided to move on. they lived their lives month-to-month. week-to-week. minute-to-minute.

eventually, penelope felt like they should think about settling down somewhere. as much as she enjoyed the adventure with her sister, she craved stability. cass didn’t agree. this was the life she liked. nomadic. impermanent. nowhere they could hang around too long and risk getting hurt. they fought about it. weeks went by, and the two still couldn’t agree. hurtful things were said, accusations were made. cass and penelope had finally found the thing between them they just couldn’t settle.

one night, cass stormed out of their motel, having had enough of her sister. little did she know, penelope went after her. she drove around all night looking for her sister, but it was no use. penelope was starting to feel tired behind the wheel. she decided to go back to the motel, thinking perhaps cass had returned. on her way back, penelope was drifting, trying like hell to stay awake. she didn’t even realize when she had run the stop sign. then...crash.

the police were already at the motel when cass decided to head back. she found them there, lights flashing, waiting. they told her about penelope and the crash. they told her about how her sister, her person, died instantly from the impact. and that day, something inside cass broke.

as soon as she could, cass packed up her stuff and left. she was full of anger and resentment. she hated the world, but mostly, she hated herself. cass continued to travel around, now on her own. she spent a lot of time in colorado, working on a horse farm. but she couldn’t let anyone get close to her. she was incredibly lonely. after almost a year of life without penelope, cass felt herself drawn back to rochdale. for how long? she didn’t know. maybe just the summer seeing old friends would do her some good. but she was afraid to admit the truth. she needed them. the rioters. the only family she had left.

C U R R E N T L Y

cass has just come back to rochdale for the summer. she is looking forward to seeing her old friends again, but she is more than scared to admit how much she feels like she needs them. she intends to play it cool...exercising her usual bit of not letting people in. at least, not enough to see the pieces of her she keeps hidden away.

having been on the road for a long time, cass isn’t used to staying put, so she might start to feel a little restless. despite her loss, she still craves adventure and maybe even a bit of recklessness.

C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S

partner in crime: i would love for there to be someone who was cass’s ride or die, her partner in crime while they were in the rioters.

on-again-off-again: cass is bad relationships, but there could have been someone she was in that classic on-again-off-again relationship with. she probably cares about them a lot, but just couldn’t let her go there.

unrequited love: come on, she would also be the type to have head a friend that was like in love with her or something, but she never knew or never wanted to admit that she knew.

frenemies: someone she bumped heads with a lot. maybe they got in each other’s way or just couldn’t stand each other.

exes (flings, hook-ups, brief relationships etc): anything like this i’m totally game for.

hateship: am i a sucker for a hateship/enemies-to-lovers trope? perHAPS

anything at all: i am truly open for anything. please don’t be afraid to ask if you think she fits something you want for your character too. i can be bad at asking for plots so please don’t hesitate to hit me up!! :)

#backhomeintro #death tw #drugs tw #abandonment tw #cass mitchell — ( intro. )#open for plots come at me !!#also i proofread 0% of this thank u

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shallowgravesrp · 4 years

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“And she can’t stop and she won’t stop.”

Alice Fortescue

Age: Twenty-Two

House: Gryffindor

Affiliation: Order

Career: Auror

aesthetics: the golden hour dousing buildings in fire, ivy vines growing on stone walls, a tempest on the verge of chaos, sunflowers, scraped knees hidden by dresses, laughter echoing in the halls, petrichor, stormy days and a cup of tea, alcohol lingering on lips, secrets kisses, brown curls messily tied in ribbons, plant mom, bruised knuckles, silver tongued swears, the ocean breeze, oversized sweaters and stolen shirts, right hook, blistering wind, snow covered mountains, log cabins, waves crashing against the sand, roaring fire, battle cries, ice cream sundays.

what we all know: This girl has been fighting for years to break through the glass ceilings constantly pushing her down. Having always been the one to fight for the underdog, Alice rather obviously left Hogwarts and went straight to the Ministry in order to be an Auror. With a hit first, ask questions later attitude, it begs the question whether she’s actually impressing those around or just pushing them to the point where they don’t even care anymore. One thing is clear, she’s got Frank Longbottom wrapped around her finger, as shown by the shiny ring she has and the impending date of their upcoming nuptials.

A storm raged upon the shores of England the day Alice Fortescue was born and that storm now rages inside her bursting with chaotic and powerful potential. She screamed out a battle cry the moment she took a breath and her parents wondered what she was going to be like when was older. She was an only child who thrived on her parents’ affection, while they rarely scolded her(mostly because they knew she wouldn’t listen), she always wanted to make them proud. An adventurous child she hardly ever sat still, like a storm she rushed about, constantly exploring her family’s estate, unruly brown curls in bows and wearing frilly dresses. She was a sight to behold in the trees, on the roof, wading through mud. Small hands picked up twigs, a wand until she got her own, but until then she copied those around her, her wand would always be an extension of herself. She was curious almost to fault and got herself in a few strange situations more often than not, to which her parents left her to figure her way out of it, instilling independence in her. Her mother was patient in accepting of her daughter, while most pureblood mothers were primping and preening their daughters for marriage Alice’s mother had a different agenda. She tried gave Alice piano lessons, sent to her ballet training, taught her etiquette but when she realized her daughter had a voice as loud as thunder, she gave up and simply encouraged her small daughter to take the world by storm. They spent hours reading books about great adventures, the lesson to fall down and get back up, never let anyone tell her that she had defined role as a lady ingrained into every fiber of her being. Her father agreed with this sentiment filling his daughter’s head with tales of Aurors and their extraordinary feats. Though his family owned Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour his younger brother was the one to actually take care of it. Alice’s father worked in the Magical Law Enforcement Department and used to take Alice into work with him, the. The small girl would run off to where the Aurors trained and curious eyes watch as the men trained knowing day she too would be there. She had to be an Auror. She’d never could be anything else.

Alice knew she’d go to Hogwarts, she had been anticipating the day since she was small and listened to her father’s stories about the castle. She hopped on that train with confidence exuding from her being, a bright smile on her face, she wasn’t nervous. Hogwarts would be the place where she could hone in on her skills to be an auror, where she would make friends, where adventure was waiting and she was ready to take it and run. Her first moments in that castle infamous. She made herself known, her small voice chastising rude words. She swore up a storm, pulled some pigtails, and nearly bit a boys arm, McGongall knew she was going to have her hands full. She was a hatstall, her small legs swung back and forth as the hat deliberated where to put her, she was plenty smart that was true, loyal to fault, but there was an ambition about her, she is not one to give up easily and yet….yet….while ambitious she’d never push others to get what she wanted, determined, slightly reckless and brave the hat finally placed her in Gryffindor, a balancing move, a girl with as ambitious a heart as hers would only thrive in Gryffindor, and push others to thrive along with her. Alice was small but fierce. She would stand up to those twice her size, an avenger, a defender of Hogwarts. It was then she started hearing whispers of another one, a boy calm as the sea after a storm, Frank Longbottom. She was determined they should never meet though, it was the rules of fate she decided. Two ships passing in the night, but never meeting. But they did. He grabbed her hand pulling her away and she protested, profanities leaving her mouth. But when she looked at him a wave of something she’ll never be able to describe washed over her. He was such the opposite of herself, calm, soft, everything she wasn’t. And she resisted at first but he cracked down a wall and it was the two of them from then on.

Alice is a fighter, she’s calculating when she needs to be but she’s more impulsive than anything. She is plenty smart, excelling at Hogwarts. Her best class is Defense Against the Dark Arts with Herbology coming in a close second,(she knows 10 different ways to kill you with plants but also knows how to heal you with said plants). She’s a scrappy fighter, silver tongue insults always falling from her lips, always taunting her opponents. Summers for her were spent in her garden studying her plants, and practicing with her father, reading about different Aurors and wars, learning from the past. She did spend a huge amount of time with her Uncle in his shop helping too. Despite her chaotic nature, and knack for arguing with teachers Alice kept up her grades because it was how she was going to become an Auror will come true. And it did.

Becoming an Auror was the only acceptable choice for Alice. She had no doubts about it. Alice has this need to protect others, so much so she’d rather through herself in harm’s way. But with Frank by her side it is a balancing act that makes them a rising force in the auror department. But just because she’s good at what she does it has never meant that working in the department has come easy. There are those that respect her but there are those that see her as just playing games. It infuriates her and it makes her more chaotic then usual. While Alice is beyond excited to being marrying Frank the comments that circulate about him, the insults that are spoken behind her back, it’s taking a toll on her. The war is always looming in her mind and she could never just sit idly by. Joining the Order was the only thing she could do, if only to protect those she loves most. And Alice has always been willing to do whatever it takes to protect those around, no matter the costs.

FRANK LONGBOTTOM - Alice never thought that love would’ve been something she had, but then Frank came into her life. He took her had and kept her from trouble, and they’ve bee together since then. The idea of getting married terrifies her, but knowing Frank is going to be the one waiting for her makes it all worth it.

CHARITY BURBAGE - She’s known Charity since they were children, and Alice adores the younger girl. She’s sweet, but has a bit of a firey side to her as well. Alice can’t wait to see what the girl will do with her future.

BELLATRIX BLACK - Bellatrix has always been someone Alice has fought with. They never agreed and were polar opposites in every way. There is a small part of Alice that hopes her current status might knock her down a couple notches and maybe she wouldn’t be so terrible.

Alice Fortescue is currently a CLOSED role with the faceclaim of Zendaya. She is played by Cordelia.

#marauders rp #dark rp #lsrp #marauders roleplay #hp rp #alice fortescue #taken #takenf #alicefortescuebio #mention: frank longbottom #mention: charity burbage #mention: bellatrix black

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goldensfm · 4 years

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* ╰ 𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬 , i’m your resident crackhead steven forced out of early writing retirement by miss rona but i ain’t complainin ! 🤡 i’m here to bring you a decidedly non - crackheaded muse utilizing the absolute goddess that is zendaya . like got DAMN 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 at her ! i’m swimming with muse for lex so i am hoping my control freak ice queen offers some sort of justice — i cant wait to meet you all and love you down endlessly ! if you could spare a 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 for my validation , i’ll offer you all my best plots in return ! 💖

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❛ ✶ ( ZENDAYA , CIS - FEMALE , SHE / HER ) spotted ! ALEXANDRIA ‘ LEX ’ GOLDMAN was spotted singing along to BOSS BITCH by DOJA CAT in hilton grove. you’ve heard of them right ? they are a TWENTY - TWO year old ACTRESS & ENTREPRENEUR who has already amassed a net worth of $31M. you should really follow them on insta @GOLDEN , they’re about to hit 39.1M followers. the tabloids have been calling them the EXECUTIVE because they are known for being + PURPOSEFUL but also a bit - AUSTERE. — ooc info ( steven . 21 . pst . she / her / they / them . )

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full name : alexandria ( defender of man ) rochelle ( little rock ) goldman ( little golden one ) nicknames : primarily goes by lex . lexie , xan on occasion , and gold / goldie . birthday & age : september 3rd / 22 years old zodiac : virgo gender & pronouns : cis - female , she / her / hers orientation : openly bisexual nationality : american ethnicity : mixed race — african - american , german , irish , english , scottish occupation : former beauty pageant competitor and 2016’s miss teen usa , current film and television actress , model , business entrepreneur , and activist . recognized for : starring in hbo’s television series euphoria , being the first openly queer representative for the usa in the pageant circuit , her advocacy for feminism and criminal justice reform , a bustling social media page , being one of forbes 2019′s top 30 under 30 . char . inspos : meredith grey from grey’s anatomy , spencer hastings from pretty little liars , hermione granger from harry potter , meghan markle , angela martin from the office , alex cabot from law and order svu , and more than anything , claire from fleabag . 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐮 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 , 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐱’𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝟑 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬 . tropes : control freak , defrosting the ice queen , perpetual frowner , did you think i can’t feel ? , hidden depths , stepford smiler . aesthetics : an intellect that remembers everything ; wild caramel curls with just enough composure to seem effortless ; a fear of failure more crippling than life itself ; the smell of fresh linen and lavender ; a color - coded itinerary ; a perfectly choreographed interaction , each time ; lilac power - suits and an immaculate composure ; unspoken mommy issues ; tenebrous , intent gazes swimming with the resonance of unspoken thoughts ; ‘ don’t touch me please ‘ syndrome ; kicking out hookups before you both fall asleep ; ordering the same thing at a restaurant , every time ; flinching at ‘ i love you’s ’ ; drafting business emails at the club ; an admiration of atlas , with the world’s weight upon your shoulders .

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born the sole continuance of the goldman name to a mother whose pregnancy was all but a career death - sentence , lex bore the weight of the world’s expectations on graceful shoulders from the moment she came into the light . lieutenant olivia goldman , head of the manhattan police department , can deny the salacious accused affair with the district attorney until she’s blue in the face but can’t deny the consequence of their tryst , alexandria being a painful reminder of losing nearly all her mother’s years of hard work while her father simply denied her existence and lived none the more guilted . from the start , the odds were stacked against the goldman progeny , pushing perfection as her only claim to some semblance of attention from liutenant goldman .

as a mixed race child to a white unwed mother in law enforcement , working 80 hours weeks and having spent years building her career , there was little lex saw of her mother that wasn’t something resembling exhaustion or utter disinterest . this forces her to grow independent at an astounding pace , keeping to herself as to not bother her mother with her own whims or desires . at 12 , her mother is courted by an award - winning director who requests her guidance on a police film he’s submitting — she refuses to advise on the film , but goes to dinner with him as a courtesy , and they’re married a year later in a lavish hamptons wedding in the summer . rudy delano is a world -renowned director along the likes of steven spielberg , and takes to lex like she were his own daughter . as if to balance out olivia’s coldness and detachment , he showers lex in adoration and support , encouraging her to pursue her interests of pageantry when she voices them following her 7th grade year .

considering a lifetime spent nitpicking and pushing her own facade of complete calculation , she takes the pageantry world by storm and it seems the rest of her life falls into place . a perfectionist in every sense , she maintains nothing short of flawlessness throughout high school ( taking on student council co-president , heading several clubs , and one of four school valedictorians ) and goes on to compete in the most elite of pageantry circuits . her advocacy for marginalized populations was a major platform and propelled her to miss teen new york and soon after , miss teen usa . in the live aired interview segment , perhaps among the most important moments of her life , lex makes a rare slip and accidentally comes out as bisexual when asked about the LGBTQ+ mental health crisis in her home state of new york . this leads to lex becoming the first openly queer miss teen usa , and would have likely fared well if she were to have continued ; despite its progressions , the pageant world of sponsorships seems to lag behind , and the ‘ controversy ’ of her coming out led to her leaving the pageant world for good .

on her own two wobbly feet , she continues with her advocacy and finds herself excelling in the business element of it all , going on to obtain her business degree from columbia while taking on the big screen in a blossoming film career at the encouragement of her step father . she shoots to stardom upon the release of euphoria , paired with a strong social media presence , a thriving modeling career , and a brand that becomes recognized as a household name synonymous with advocacy and entrepreneurship .

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perhaps lex’s most notable quality is being driven by an unyielding fear of failure and mediocrity . there is no task small enough that lex will not accomplish to the best of her execution , and if she can’t ensure perfection , she will refuse to give it an attempt at all . this all or nothing attitude stems from an obscene obsession with control and remaining in control , something those around her are all too aware of .

despite a rather charming and gregarious disposition on the red carpet , many will note that lex is incredibly reserved when meeting her in real life . the pageantry training has kicked in to give her a facade to push when she’s in the spotlight , though her true disposition is much less play and much more work . she’s stoic and serious , knowing just what to say at what time to continue the narrative that she is completely in control . cool and calculated , her affect is usually stern and unwilling to reflect any sentiment of softness or goofiness — many business associates note her absolute maturity and rationality even at the tender age of 22 . her energy , as subdued as it may be , commands the room with a power of self-assuredness that only stems from a confidence rooted in something to back it up . she’s an elderly woman in a millennial’s body , and this tends to show in her dry wit humor , relative moodiness , and general propensity for wanting things done exclusively her way .

lex’s intellect has always been a strong suit of hers , a photographic memory that allowed her to glide through school with the least of struggles . astute and well - spoken , monotone and unlikely to crack in her stony temperament , she’s a force of nature to be well reckoned with . luckily , lex shows little to no interest in engaging with petty drama and tends to keep in her own lane , losing interest nearly immediately in the mindless pettiness some of her friends wrap themselves up in . rational , arguably to a fault , lex has a bad habit of censoring herself and limiting her own commentary when in the company of anyone she needs to maintain her reputation with ; close friends , on the other hand , will easily characterize her as blunt and straightforward , almost too aggressive with her honesty for her own good . though she’d rarely voice it , she has an undeniable superiority complex stemming from a recognition that whatever she does , she’s incredibly good at ( ignoring her unwillingness to step out and try anything outside her comfort zone . )

this is the curious dichotomy of alexandria goldman , considering one of her most notable flaws is her unwillingness to invest . despite being perhaps overly honest , the moment a conversation ( or relationship ) runs the risk of becoming too emotionally risky , she shuts down . flames have been ghosted , relationships have been ended , and friendships have been cut off simply because lex deemed them to be a danger to her mission of remaining in complete control of herself and her life . the select few that have plowed through lex’s rather prickly initial interactions have earned themselves a friend forged from gold , loyal to a fault and ready to drop anything at a wind’s blow to aide those she loves most . defensive and ornery , the pageant girl facade soon blows over to reveal an anal retentive , emotionally stunted grandmother who loses her lid over the most minute of inconveniences if they step out of her pre-established plans and routines .

hiding beneath her layers of fake smiling at redundant questions , unapproachable hostility and being an otherwise unmeltable ice queen , lex harbors a deep intensity that overcomes her when allowed to reign ( and very rarely is allowed to reign ) . she does not invest in small doses and despite the relative unlikelihood of her allowing a distraction such as a relationship , the few she’s had have been intense whirlwinds led by lex’s own inability to limit herself — she’s all , or she’s nothing , but nowhere in the middle .

#hilton:intro #late. to the. party. : yes #ready 2. party ? : also. yes #😤✊🏽

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books I’ve read in 2020 (so far) + their ratings

non-fiction

crossing the line: australia’s secret history in the timor sea by kim mcgrath: important research into australia’s theft of oil in timor leste. didn’t rate

hood feminism: notes from the women that a movement forgot by mikki kendall: essay collection dissecting modern feminism, pointing out the exclusionary practices of mainstream feminism and offering new frameworks through which feminism should operate. really recommend. didn’t rate

the uninhabitable earth: life after warming by david wallace-wells: good introduction to environmentalism and the climate disaster. a little too introductory for me but good for those new to the topic. ★★★

homo deus: a brief history of tomorrow by yuval noah harari: it is simply not Sapiens nor as good as Sapiens. Looks at potentials for our future but, thought it was a little poorly researched. Some parts were still interesting though. ★★★

SPQR: a history of ancient rome by mary beard: a little dense at times, but super interesting and detailed look at ancient rome. enjoyed it a lot. ★★★★

sister outsider by audre lorde: collection of audre lorde’s essays and speeches, about feminism, lesbianism, the queer community, being Black and a lesbian ect ect. outstanding, important collection anyone interested in intersectional feminism must read. ★★★★★

all boys aren’t blue by george m. johnson: memoir about johnson’s experiences growing up as a Black gay boy in a poor neighbourhood. Very poignant memoir, written in such accessible language which I liked. guarenteed to get you emotional, another one everyone should read. didn’t rate because it’s so highly personal that felt wrong but highly recommend.

under a biliari tree i born by alice biari smith: memoir by an Aboriginal Australian detailing her life growing up learning traditional Aboriginal ways and how the lives of Indigenous Australian’s have been impacted through the years, specifically in Western Australia. Probably more aimed at school age people but still a 101 I think many Australian’s (and non Australian’s) can benefit from. didn’t rate

classics

maurice by e.m forster: gay man coming of age story in college + themes around class and sexuality. forster’s end note saying he thought it imperative to write a happy ending because we need that in fiction, i love him. ★★★★★

emma by jane austen: read before seeing the movie. loved emma as a character but thought this was okay compared to other Austen I’ve read. ★★★½

perfume by patrick suskind: a man with an incredible sense of smell starts murdering young women to try and bottle their scent for a perfume. weirdest shit I ever read still don’t know how to feel about it. ★★★

the color purple by alice walker: follows the life of Celie, an Black woman living in rural Georgia. deals with her relationship with her sister Nettie, her lover Shug Avery, and with God. this tore my heart to shreds absolutely everyone must read it, like even just for the beautiful writing ALONE. ★★★★

a study in scarlet by arthur conan doyle: its sherlock holmes #1 no further explanation required. not my fave sherlock story, was the weird morman subplot needed? ★★½

dracula by bram stoker: yeah vampires!! this was way easier to read and also way funnier than I expected. we STAN gothic aesthetics and Miss Mina Harker here. ★★★★

fantasy

the diviners by libba bray: teens with magical powers/abilities solving mysteries in 1920′s new york. reread. ★★★★★

lair of dreams by libba bray: the diviners #2. reread. ★★★★½

before the devil breaks you by libba bray: the diviners #3. reread. best one in the series hands down. ★★★★★

the king of crows by libba bray: waited so long for this series ender and it let me down lol. ★★★

clockwork princess by cassandra clare: the infernal devices #3. dont @ me this is my comfort reread series and I was travelling. ★★★★★

we unleash the merciless storm by tehlor kay mejia: we set the dark on fire #2. latinx inspired fantasy about overthrowing a corrupt government with an f/f romance. didn’t like as much as book one but still good, BEST girlfriends ever. ★★★½

wolfsong by t.j klune: basically feral gay werewolves and witches living in a town together. feels like a teen wolf episode but way more gayer. despite that hated the writing style and I don’t like age gap romances so yay the concept no the execution. ★★

the fate of the tearling by erika johansan: the tearling #3. finally finished this series, dunno why everyone loathes the ending so much I thought it was cool. underrated fantasy because it’s very unique. ★★★★

girl, serpent, thorn by melissa bashardoust: persian inspired fantasy about a girl who is cursed by a div to kill anyone she touches. has an f/f romance. bashardoust writes the most aesthetically rich settings I love her. ★★★★

crier’s war by nina varela: reread. f/f enemies to lovers where the main character poses as a handmaiden in order to try and murder the princess whose father killed her family. PEAK gay content literally a modern classic. ★★★★★

we hunt the flame by hafsah faizal: I was so disinterested in this book I barely can describe the plot but basically it’s a prince and a hunter who are enemies but are forced to go looking for this magical artifact together anyway it was boring. ★

ghosts of the shadow market by cassandra clare + others: short story collection set in the shadowhunter world. probably the strongest of her collections but they just don’t hit the same as her full length books. didn’t rate.

a storm of swords: part two by george r.r martin: a song of ice and fire #3. I WILL finish reading these books eventually i swear !! probably the best one yet though. ★★★★

amarah by l.l mcneil: world of linaria #3. high fantasy with politics, dragons, warring races. tolkein/asoiaf vibes if they had more women with agency. didn’t rate because I haven’t decided my feelings on the end yet.

science fiction

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone: f/f enemies to lovers between spies on rival sides of a time war. good book but writing style wasn’t for me (others love this so eh take my opinion with a grain os salt: ★★★

not your sidekick by c.b lee: main character is from a superhero family but has no powers herself, so she takes an internship working with a superhero corp. has an f/f romance with a villain character. so much fun and super cute

speculative fiction:

the deep by rivers solomon: speculative fiction wherein pregnant African women thrown overboard by slave ships gave birth to babies that became mermaids. main character holds all the memories of her people’s past but runs away after being unable to deal with the burden. about self discovery, intergenerational trauma and the burden of remembering. a little short imo but still all round excellent book ★★★★

how long ‘til black future month? by n.k jemisin: short story collection, many with an afro-futurism focus. hard to explain because there is such a wide variety of stories but this is an AMAZING collection. didn’t rate because I don’t like rating short story collections but wish more people would read it.

mystery

the family upstairs by lisa jewell: woman inherits an english house and starts to unravel the secrets of a mass cult suicide that happened there years ago. loved it because it was wild. ★★★★★

the hand on the wall by maureen johnson: truly devious #3. boarding school mystery where the main character has to solve a murder that happened in the 1920s at her school while another mystery is happening in present time. my least favourite of the series but satisfying conclusion nonetheless. ★★★½

contemporary fiction

maybe in another life by taylor jenkins reid: dual timeline book showing the two outcomes of a decision the main character makes. cool concept but ultimately boring book because I didn’t care about the main character at all. didn’t rate because I didn’t finish it.

girl, woman, other by bernadine evaristo: vignette stories of various women whose lives are vaguely interconnected. incredibly well written with such vivid characters. deserves the hype. ★★★★

tin heart by shivan plozza: australian YA, the recipient of a heart transplant wishes to connect with the family of her donor, after she discovers the identity of her donor. good story but didn’t like the writing style. ★★★

a little life by hanya yanigahara: follows the life of a group of friends living in life, especially that of jude, a closed off and damaged man with a troubling past. a little too torture-porny/Tragic Gays but I cannot deny the author has a beautiful writing style and I went through all the emotions. didn’t rate

a girl like that by tanaz bhathena: explores the events leading up to the main character dying in a car crash. set in Jeddah, saudi arabia and explores expectations on women, feminism and expressions of sexuality and relationships between women during teenage years. kinda no good characters but I loved it for it’s messy depiction of teen girls (whilst not condemning them for this). underrated. ★★★★

little fires everywhere by celeste ng: drama in white american suburbs when a new family moves in and the neighbours start investigating their past. eh, I heard a lot about this and thought it was just okay. ★★★

stay gold by tobly mcsmith: trans boy decides to go stealth at his new school and falls for a cheerleader, georgia. about navigating being trans and definitely felt like it was written to educate cis people. it was okay but ultimately not my thing and not really the story I was looking for, even though I respect it being written by a trans author and still would recommend to certain people. ★★½

everything leads to you by nina lacour: main character and her best friend have to unravel a hollywood mystery, all while the main character is trying to get over her ex-girlfriend and find work as a set designer. f/f romance and loved the focus on movie making and the power of stories. ★★★½

the falling in love montage by ciara smyth: a girl meets another girl at a party, but she’s not looking to date due to the amount of family issues she has going on. so her and the girl decide to spend the summer having fun, renacting scenes from rom-coms, but never dating. awesome family dynamics and the relationship between the two girls was sweet also set in ireland which is fun.

normal people by sally rooney: explores the relationship between connell and marianne, who meet in school, date secretly, and then are inexplicably drawn to each other for the rest of their lives. explores power dynamics, relationships, love and trust, and what we owe to eachother. great book, great mini-series, love it to bits. ★★★★★

the glass hotel by emily st john mandel: impossible to explain this book, but there’s a mystery about grafitti, a ponzi scheme and a character falling to their death on a boat under suspicious circumstances. honestly idk what happened in this book but I liked it. ★★★½

historical fiction

half of a yellow sun by chimamanda ngozi adichie: historical fiction about the biafran war loosely based on adichie’s family experiences. incredibly well written with an ending that punches you in the gut. ★★★★

hamnet by maggie o’farrell: explores the shakespeare family after the death of their child, Hamnet, from the plague, and how this leads to Shakespeare writing Hamlet. cool as fuck concept and boring as fuck book with such tropey female characters. ★★

all the light we cannot see by anthony doerr: WW2 fiction, dual perspective between a blind girl living in france and a german boy forced into nazi youth. I cannot believe this book is award winning it’s so boring and predictable and i reget the time i wasted on it. ★

poetry:

on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong: poetry memoir. vuong writes a letter to his illiterate mother, knowing she’ll never read it, exploring their relationship, his experiences growing up as second generation Vietnamese-American, and hers during the Vietnam War. My favorite book I’ve read so far this year, just too good to explain, genuinely just feel like everyone is better off for having read this. ★★★★★

currrently reading:

girls of storm and shadow by natasha ngan

meet me at the intersection: edited by rebecca lim & ambelin kwaymullina

stamped from the beginning: the definitive history of racist ideas in america by ibram x. kendi

get a life, chloe brown by talia hibbert

#books #reading #booklr #book #book recommendation #mine #reading update #did anyone ask for this #no #did i do it anyway yes #its my continuing agenda to get book tumblr to read books that aren't soc and aftg aaldkskska #ok bye #after making this its become apparent to me I need to balance out how much fantasy I let myself read akdksks #i lov fantasy but im TRYING to read more uhh non fiction and lit fic

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Alice Rosier

basic information.

Name: Alice Elsbeth Rosier

Nicknames: Allie. Als.

Date of Birth; 31st August

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Blood Status: Pureblood

House: Gryffindor

Occupation: Crime Stopping Auror

Affiliation; Our World

Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Positive Traits

Loving. Caring. Brave. Courageous. Friendly. Bubbly. Free-spirit. Kind. Dedicated. Adventurous. Competitive. Confident. Honest. Determined. Energetic. Loud. Imaginative. Reliable.

Negative Traits

Reckless. Too Forgiving. Slightly dark. Worrisome. Fearful. Impulsive. Compulsive. Insecure at times now. Stubborn. Defensive. Martyr.

Aesthetics

Long walks in the woods. Wadding through rivers. Morning cuddles. Coffee with lots of cream. Armchairs by the fire. Red lipstick. Marshmallows and chocolate. Exploring new places. Dates with new food. Travelling. Hustle and bustle. Quiet streets. Getting lost in the woods. Sunflowers. Blanket forts. Lie ins. Love letters. Cheese Burgers. Breakfast in bed. ‘I love you’s.’ Bourbon biscuits. Red wine. Sunshine.

Likes

Flowers. Gardening. Yellow. Hot Coffee. Warm Tea. Ice cream. Reading. Quidditch. Flying. Cuddles. Morning sex. Long walks. Mountains. Rain. Beaches. Sea. Fighting. Hand to hand combat. Duelling. Scarves. Jumpers.

Dislikes

Thunder storms. Gossips. Bees. Marmalade. The cold. Deep water. Spiders. When it’s too hot. Being lonely. Snakes. The dark.

biography

Alice Elsbeth was born on the very last day in August. She is the baby of the Rosier, having two older brothers. She was very much wanted girl that her parents had longed for. The Rosier family are very heavily believing in the Own World, and are heavily influenced in the fact that purebloods should be on top. Alice never really shared the same beliefs as her family, and it was very obvious, even from the start, that she didn't fit in. Her parents tried to tame her, but the more they tried, the more she rebelled.

Alice never wanted to do the things the traditional pureblood girls did. She'd much rather be playing in the garden, or baking, or playing quidditch. It wasn't till she attended Hogwarts that she realised that she didn't have to live the way her parents wanted her to, and that she had a choice. The fact that she was sorted into Gryffindor was the first splintering away from her family. Sure, her older brother Evan was a Ravenclaw, but her parents never really approved that she was not a Slytherin.

But in Gryffindor, Alice felt like she truly fitted in somewhere. In Gryffindor she didn't have to pretend to be someone she wasn't. She could finally be herself. But the more she was herself, the more she stepped away from her family. She could no longer go on as if it was all okay. She had to make a decison.

Her decision was made all the easier during 5th year when they had talks about career. She hadn't been sure what she wanted to do, but when the crime stopper aurors came to visit ws when she truly found her calling. She loved the idea of working in the department of law enforcement, and chasing after the bad guys. From 5th year she worked hard to get the grades she needed to get onto the program.

Her hard work paid off, and upon graduating from Hogwarts, she got straight onto the auror program. She knew the hard work would continue, but she was excited. It wasn't going so well in her family life though. Her parents were very upfront about her alignment, and when Alice was also upfront with the fact that she liked the intermingling with the muggle world, and that she was very aligned with the Our World movement. This confrontation ended up with Alice being officially disowned, but that didn't matter to her. She hasn't spoke to her family since. Alice misses her brothers a lot, but she doesn't regret her decision in the slightest.

Those first few years of her adult life were tough. She was used to luxury, having grown up in the Rosier Manor, and hadn't really worried about money. As she trained as an auror Alice got a part time bartending job. She made ends meet, just about, but she knew it was going to be worth it in the end. She was excited when she qualifed as an auror, and it was one of the proudest moments of her life. She's been working as a qualified auror for about 3 years now, and is beginning to wonder where her career might take her. The intermagical agency looks pretty interesting, but she's currently exploring her options.

She now lives in London, and life is good. Along with working as an auror, she also has an active instagram page, where she posts a lot of fitness videos, or at least she does when she isn't doing too much overtime at work. She uses her platform, both there, and at work, to promote the ever changing inclusive nature of the world. She is passionate about ensuring everyone gets an equal chance, both wix and muggles.

She is happy with her life. She has a good set of friends, and has had a few random flings. She hasn't really liked anyone seriously, but if one is to ask how she feels about Frank Longbottom, the auror will blush, and quickly change the subject. Although technically the pair are in different factions of the auror office, she's never been too keen on work place romances. But then, she does know she has feelings for the older man. She doesn't quite know what to do about them.

#biography #introducting Alice!

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( camila morrone, cisfemale ) hey ! have you seen NADIA PEREZ around ? they work as a ICE SKATING INSTRUCTOR at big bear resort, but they must be off their shift by now. well, if you do see them can you let me know ? they’re 21 years old & they’ve been working here for 11 MONTHS. they tend to be +AMOROUS & +CONVIVIAL, but can also be -LICENTIOUS & -WARY. the other employees have labeled them THE ROMANTIC. thanks a lot ! gold hoops , floral mini dresses , pink lipgloss , overly dramatic eyeshadow , freckles specked across your nose , mascara running down your cheeks , tequila shots chased with salt and lime , lana del rey blasting in your headphones , mirror selfies , golden hour , glitter and rhinestones , blue raspberry dum dums , piled up books you keep forgetting to read.

hey y’all !! i’m so excited for this wow. i’m sam, i’m 22, and i live in pst !! i’m a sucker for cooking shows and dogs and candles. but more importantly...this is my freaking baby nadia, an absolute idiot with a heart of gold ! i already know this intro is going to be too long but bare with me i will include a tldr at the bottom i promise. also hmu on discord to plot ! capricornmom#1278

here is nadia’s pinterest & here is her playlist

aesthetics : gold hoops , floral mini dresses , pink lipgloss , overly dramatic eyeshadow , freckles specked across your nose , mascara running down your cheeks , tequila shots chased with salt and lime , lana del rey blasting in your headphones , mirror selfies , golden hour , glitter and rhinestones , blue raspberry dum dums , piled up books you keep forgetting to read

character parallels : jackie burkhart ( that 70′s show ) rachel green ( friends ) , cassie howard ( euphoria ) , brooke davis ( one tree hill ) , bianca stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ) , april ( palo alto ) , erica vandross ( flower ) , gigi & triple a ( booksmart ) , snooki ( jersey shore ) , jessica day ( new girl )

full name : nadia paloma perez

birthday : july 23, 1998

zodiac : cancer sun , pisces moon , pisces rising . god help this emotional ass girl

nationality : american

religion : roman catholic

sexual & romantic orientation : bisexual , biromantic

hometown : aventura , florida ( 20 minutes outside of miami )

languages spoken : english ( fluent ) , spanish ( fluent ) , french ( still learning , takes it in school , somewhat conversational )

likes : candy ( sour punch straws , lollipops ) , watching soccer games ( messi stan till she dies ) , rex orange county , writing , magazines , making empanadas with her abuela , romantic comedies ( her fav is how to lose a guy in 10 days ) , tequila sodas , sex , lana del rey , chipotle burritos , iced chai lattes with almond milk from starbucks , gossip girl , craft beer , margaret atwood

dislikes : quinoa , nuts in things like salad or cookies , star wars , watching golf , oatmeal , church , screamo music , california ( a grudge ) , spoiled rich kids , condescending business majors , quentin tarantino ( and his avid fans )

BACKGROUND

Born and raised in South Florida, a little aways from Miami ! Her mother, Paloma, was an Adventura native while her father, Santiago, was an immigrant from Argentina. Her parents met in college when Paloma was studying abroad in Argentina. They fell in love, rather quickly, and the rest was history. They had planned on moving back to America together, but Santiago’s visa was denied. So, after only four months of knowing each other and 2.5 months of dating, they got married.

Turns out sometimes you should know your partner better before getting married !! shocker right. It wasn’t so bad at first, though. They were young and in love and their honeymoon phase seemed to last forever, until it didn’t.

By the time Nadia was born, they’d already begun to realize each other’s faults and flaws. Santiago was a good looking guy, and with his thick Argentine accent, he tended to come off as overly friendly and at times overtly flirty. Paloma was jealous and needy. It never seemed to mesh well when she thought her husband was flirting with every other mom in the neighborhood.

So, for the majority of Nadia’s childhood, all she remembered from her parent’s marriage was them fighting. She had a close relationship with the both of them, though, and she was particularly close with her father. He was her biggest supporter !! Always hyping her up. He was the one signing her up for sports like soccer (they’re a huge soccer family, the only time her parents weren’t fighting was during Argentina games), gymnastics, dance, and ice skating. Her favorite was soccer, and her for most of her adolescent years, her dad coached her team. They formed a really close bond because of it.

The marriage was sort of non exinsistant at this point, but in some sort of last attempt to salvage any love they might have had for each other, Santiago and Paloma had a baby. It was more Paloma’s idea than anything. Santiago, at that point, was only sticking around for Paloma. She was seven when her little sister was born, Caterina, and Nadia absolutely adored her. They may have been seven years a part, but they were the best of friends.

When Nadia was twelve, she woke up with a note on her bed side table. It was from her father, and it read: “Nads, I’m so sorry I couldn’t say goodbye to your face. I wish I was stronger. I am so proud of you and I promise I will be in touch. Te amo. Papa” He hadn’t left anybody else a note, and not even a word to her mother. As close as she was to her mother and sister, she couldn’t help but blame them for her father leaving. Still, she was pretty certain she’d hear from him soon. That he’d come back once he cleared his head. Only, he didn’t.

Word spread pretty fast around school about what had happened. Suddenly, Nadia was a charity case. PTA moms were coming up to her and offering to bring her lunch or dinner, if she needed it. She was the girl who’s dad left them high and dry. It didn’t help that on top of that, her body was going through changes much more rapidly than any of her friends. She already had gotten her period, and by the time she was in seventh grade she was wearing a D cup bra. So in addition to the sudden spotlight as the girl without a dad, boys started treating her differently. Boys that had never talked to her previously suddenly wanted to be her friend. In eighth grade, Hayden Walker rolled up a small piece of paper and shot it like a basketball into her cleavage. He high-fived his friends after and thanked her for the backboard.

So middle school was rough. And while Nadia had had one or two boyfriends during that time, she’d never gone past kissing them. That’s not how the rumors went, though. That was the part that hurt the most. The things people said, especially the things girls said about her. Girls she thought were her friends.

At the end of eighth grade, during the summer before high school, she got a text from her dad. The first one in 2 years! She’d idolized him her whole life, so obviously she was ready to forgive him as soon as she heard from him. He told her he was living in California and Nadia was like, I’m sold! Let’s go! Only her mother was like...are you fucking insane you are not going to California to visit that man. Long story short, she found a cheap cross country bus ticket and essentially ran away from home to see her dad! He was shocked she had come at all, despite his text message leading her to believe he wanted to see her. Apparently it was more of a courtesy text, a text so he could let go of the guilt of leaving an entire family behind. Because in the two years he’d been gone, he managed to start a new one. He had a new wife, and two newborn twins.

Nadia was pretty furious, but she stayed the summer anyways. She had full intentions of starting high school in California and not going home to Florida. Things were tense at her father’s, though. Her “step mother” obviously didn’t like having her around, and though her bond with her father was slowly rekindling, there was still a sort of distance between them. But they were trying to make it work, at the very least.

Then came the end of the summer. Nadia had made a few friends around the neighborhood, and was invited to an end of summer kickback with a bunch of high schoolers. Naturally, she lied about her age at the party. She was 14, but told everyone she was 16, and everyone seemed to overlook her baby face thanks to her ass and tits. At the end of the night, a boy drove her home, and the two ended up hooking up in the car. Apparently she had misjudged how much her father actually cared, because he’d waited up for her to come home, and after seeing car headlights out front, he’d stormed outside to find her in the car with a high school boy, half naked. After allowing her to gather her bearings, he essentially humiliated her right there on the front lawn, screaming about how irresponsible she was amongst other things. The majority of the conversation has since been blacked out from her mind, but she’ll never forget the look on her dad’s face when he said, “you’re nothing, you’re just like your mother, and i don’t want you anywhere near my family.” whew !! ya girl was hurt.

So, obviously, she was back on the way to mom’s ! Honestly at that point her mom wasn’t even mad at her for leaving she was just thankful she was back.

GODDD okay this is getting long so I need to wrap this up. I haven’t even gotten to personality KJSHG Okay let’s wrap up high school in one bullet point. Basically she sub consciously searched for every man’s approval because she lacked the approval she needed from her father! This meant lots of boyfriends and never saying no. In her four years of high school, she was maybe single for a total of like ... seven months. not seven consecutive months lmao, 7 months in between relationships.

one of those boys was connor perch, her first official boyfriend freshman year ! they were really sweet n young and nadia really thought she was in love. but then she gave him a blowjob and this mf recorded it ! and nadia found out after the fact, asked him to delete it, he said it was just for himself to look at, only to find out he’d sent it to his friends a few days later. so that basically set the precedent for how she’d be treated the next four years of high school ! she tried to act like it didn’t bother her but dang. high schoolers can be very mean !

oh my god i seriously have to wrap up okay this will be quick. basically when she was a senior in high school she went on a ski trip to big bear and met a boy named ethan, who she like fell in love with so fast like literally a week give it a rest girl. he was from Colorado but when she left they kept in touch and basically talked every day for the rest of the school year and throughout the summer. She’d decided to apply to Boulder University to be closer to him because this time it really felt like the real thing ! SURPRISE AGAIN ! She got to school and found out he had a girlfriend. She was really mf heartbroken over that. But did she learn her lesson? No. Does she still fall in love with anyone who looks in her direction? Yes.

Okay and lastly she has been working all sorts of jobs throughout college because her mom is helping her pay for tuition and rent so she’s gotta cover spending money ! She ended up getting a job at Big Bear Resort during her last winter break as an ice skating instructor because she used to do ice skating back in the day. Now she works at Big Bear during her school breaks and on some weekends !

TLDR/Tidbits

Hopeless romantic with major daddy issues

Will overanalyze every interaction she has with anyone because she thinks they might like her

EXTREMELY GULLIBLE

Probably will have a crush if you are even remotely nice to her

Really dumb but means well. Literally no common sense. Complete bimbo

Cries A LOT. Complete crybaby. Happy or sad she’s probably crying

Heart of gold!! She really always means well even when she fucks up so bad I SWEAR her heart was in the right place

Can outdrink anyone. She would drink a 6ft5in, 200 pound man under the table any day

Tequila is her choice of drink, but vodka is for her #sadgirlhours

Obsessed with Rosalía, Lana Del Rey, & Rex Orange County. And also 2010 bangers. Anything she can shake her ass to !

She pretty much used to exclusively wear mini dresses because when she realized everyone was just gonna sexualize her anyway, she was like FUCK IT, i’ll show my ass n titties n legs. Except it’s fucking like negative degrees in Colorado so she can’t do that ! Bummer. (she’ll still probably find ways to wear mini dresses)

Obsessed with makeup!! She loves doing adventurous things with eyeshadows and lipsticks like ok euphoria

Kinda crazy. Major crackhead vibes especially when she’s drunk! She loves going out, she’ll go out on a Tuesday, she just likes to have fun ok and dance on tables and make out with cute people

She’ll have a one night stand but just know for HER she’ll probably get attached. I’m so sorry it won’t last that long but she’ll pine for at least a week

ok that is all i’m so sorry for this shit show of an intro but here is a messy list of wc !

#bigbearintro #literally so pointlessly long but

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mydearwtson · 5 years

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bookmarks from Bowlaway bc i haven’t been doing a good job of this practice in MOTNHS:

They found a body in the Salford Cemetery, but aboveground and alive. An ice storm the day before had beheaded the daffodils, and the cemetery was draped in frost: midspring, Massachusetts, the turn of the century before the last.

He was a teenager, uneasy among the living and not much better among the dead... The young man, being alive, was not afraid of body snatchers, but he feared the dead breaking out of their sepulchres.

She blinked to reveal a pair of baize-green eyes and the soul of a middle-aged woman. When she sat up from the frost it was as though a stone bishop had stepped from his niche.

she said, with a papercut tone.

A middle-age anvil-headed man, with gray hair that shone just a little, like hammered aluminum

She had been brought back from the dead. Her nose was now florid with life, her little teeth loosely strung. He wanted to slap the grass from the back of her dark jacket as though she were a horse.

She had sketched them on what seemed to be the grease-stained wrapper of a sandwich; her governing aesthetic was symmetry.

Truitt barked. With laughter? Not quite. With anger? No, she barked, a noise that meant who’s there and I’m here and nothing at all.

an alfala-scented and jostling as a goat. She was married to a similarly sawed-off hard-cornered man named Norman. In public they wrestled.

She had small eyes and a big mouth, like a carnivorous mouse.

Her husband was known almost reverently as the homeliest man in town. As a child he’d been shot in the ear by his brother, and the resulting scar made him look not blown apart by violence, but as though something deep in his head had tunneled its way out and, famished, lapped ad then gnawed at the basin of his ear.

She had found him at the lowest point of his life, ruined by love. Or not yet ruined, but the ruin hung over him like a guillotine blade. The blade hung there still. She had stayed the execution but did not have the power to pardon him.

Sometimes Leviticus would send Bertha a note in the dumbwaiter, and she would answer through the speaking tube that fed into the closest and ran along the dumbwaiter shaft.

they took in a swollen vicious little tortoisehell who’d been mewling around the pear tree

Leviticus’s siblings were musicians but he had perfect pitch for the anatomical: gurgle, hush, echo.

She talked about her own body as though gossiping about a girl at school she wished to humiliate.

He lit a cigarette and doused the match with water. He was terrified of fire, poor man. That’s what everyone said later. Poor man, to go that way: he must have been terrified.

drinking might even it up, a pair of scissors snicked across two lengths of ribbon at once.

the smell was overwhelming, a kind of sweet lumber. It painted the back of her throat. Slow as molasses. The molasses wasn’t slow. It had the finicking audacity to unlace her boots, the animal strength to turn the car over.

everyone needed dark thoughts, they were the lime in the mortar of your head. They held up the good thoughts

ferrying bits of celery, ribbed like her stockings, to her careful mouth

She was not so very old, not even forty, though she had the high colour and querulous voice of a woman of eighty.

His hands were so calloused it mostly didn’t hurt, though every now and then she dug past the armored skin to the layer where he lived. Where did the splinters come from?

That night he made a left calf so the right calf would not be lonely. Later he would think, A right thigh might keep a right calf company, too, Lord, Joe Wear, you needn’t always go for the obvious companion.

Every portrait is a kind of telephone to its subject.

one of those accordion cats that got longer when you picked it up by the middle

His head seemed to change shape depending on the season. In the fall he might pass for handsome till you noticed how oblong he was above the neck; in spring his noggin was a sack of flour; in summer, a boiled pudding slumped in the heat. (It felt that way on the inside of Jeptha, too, changeable. He thought different things depending on the slant of light. He believed things that were not true--that he could understand the awful thoughts of horses--and did not believe things that were fact--that he would one day die.

The only way two men could marry, thought Joe Wear, is if one were a ghost

Mrs. Arrison’s eyes were damp as oysters, as salty gray.

Her voice had been ice but now it was edged with melt.

He blinked like a circus bear; his hands were brown as paws

the monument...It looked like a saltshaker

They might never get out of Canada. She felt it close over her head like a coal.

“Arch,” said Nahum, and walked through the back door of the boy’s dreams

Once she’d read about a woman whose husband had been killed in a battle. His heart was taken from his body, delivered from the battlefield to her, and she placed it in a glass box and stared at it seven hours a day. With love? Yes, but of the furious kind. How else could you stare at a heart?

One teenage girl carried, in a shoebox painted white, a dead bat dressed in a doll’s satin wedding dress, veiled, bouqueted, sides split to make room for its own born wings.

It was an odd feeling, a powdered milk embrace, something like actual love but reconstituted from a packet.

the occupant looked like somebody who ate her dinner at midnight.

a laugh like a rusty gate

She was not a beam slanting down from heaven, not the gilded edge of the rising sun, but she’d do: she was the glow in a darkened theater above a door: EXIT.

They married and had children, every child a portmanteau, a mythical beast

They should have put her in the home, where she would have disappeared the usual way, via slow evaporation.

#quotes #bookmarks

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ferallymine · 5 years

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15 Questions Tag Meme

Rules: Pick a character from your WIP, and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people!

Dani’s Note: I don’t have a WIP.....i just have a bunch of OC babs so Imma pick from them <3

Tagged by: @cataclysmic-writer

Tagging: @powerovernothing @mobcraft101 @fruity-pies @xenonsdoodles @notaverygoodlistener @zakuraboi @samathos @tis-i-the-most-uncooked-fry

Introducing: Aria, Celaena, and Aed ((My skyrim babes))

1. What is your full name?

A: Aria Evelyn. I don’t have a last name.

C: Celaena Raijin!!!

Ae: Aed Thana~!

2. What does your name mean?

C: Oh! I haven’t been asked this much. Hmmm... “Celaena” means “I will not be afraid” and Raijin means “Lightning” which comes in handy considering my electromage gifts, hehe!

Ae: Aed Thana translates to “Death of the Fire.” I found it kinda weird because my life hasn’t been all death. In fact I think the fire in my heart has grown ever since I married you, Laena~

C: You flirt *blushes* ....Hey Wish, tell them your meaning!!

A: Aria Evelyn has many translations

Ae: Well, yeah, BUT you told us about your psychic person back in Cyrodiil!! Tell them what she said!

A: *sigh* Aria Evelyn is a name that represents the many paths that lay in front of me. It can mean “Musical Life” “Blessing of the wished for child” “Breath of Life” whatever. My name meaning reflects my life journey.

C: I think now it means that, uh, “Blessing” meaning, Wish. You’ve been a blessing in our lives

A: ....sure

3. What are your nicknames/other names?

Ae: Ah! We have a couple nicknames for each other, huh?

C: Well, I call Aria “Wish” as well as “Lyn” or just “Ari.”

Ae: Yeah! And you, m’love, are often just “Laena” or “Jin”. I don’t have a nickname, honestly. My birthname is short enough, heehee~

A: People tend to call me “Ice Queen.”

C: ...aria people use that more as an insult

A: I know, which is why I freeze them in frost and put a little ice crown on them when they call me that.

Ae: Even Lucien?

A: Especially Lucien

4. What’s your gender?

A: Female

Ae: Female

C: Female.

5. What’s your sexuality?

A: Straight, i guess.

Ae: Really? You seem more Ace to me.

A: I don’t form romantic connections often, but they do happen, Aed

C: I’m bisexual with female preference~

Ae: And I’m lesbian!

A: A match made in heaven

6. Where are you from?

C: Me and Aed are from the Builders Dwarven Sect-

Ae: Babe, before that you were from Eastern Cyrodiil-

C: Well if that’s how we’re playing then YOU originated in Western Morrowind

Ae: Damn straight I was.

C: Anyway, Wish, where did you first originate?

A: Factoring in my amnesia, I first showed up in the Imperial City. But going back to the beginning, I was born and raised in Dawnstar, according to evidence we found when the Sanctuary moved there.

Ae: Wait, you have amnesia?!

A: Long story for another day

7. How old are you?

C: We’re all old as shit

Ae: Amen

A: 227 years old

C: Right to the point, eh? Well....if I’m being honest, I don’t remember

Ae: Me and Laena “restarted” counting when we joined our first pirate crew after escaping the Builders. Then we....just stopped counting.

C: Whoops

Ae: Big fuckin whoops

A: I’m the only one with amnesia here and I managed to figure out my age.

Ae: You’re just that smart, Ice Queen

A: Don’t push your luck, Dwarf

8. What is your magic form/What designation are you?

C: I’m an Electromage! It tends to run in the Falmer lineage, anyway. I don’t really transform into anything when I use it, though.

Ae: My only magic is when I build things.

A: I’m a frost mage. I don’t know what magic form you’re talking about-

C: Wait!! What about when you go Full Silver and I go Full Gold? Does that count?

A: Aura colors don’t alter your appearance, though. They just add spirals and whirls to your body.

Ae: When you go SIlver you get so GLOWY and there’s silver spirals all down your legs and arms. And Celaena you get hard jagged lines that look like lightning!! Oh, babe, when you use your Dragonborn shout stuff, you get this almost ghost of a dragon look to you

C: Whoa..... Bad. Ass.

9. What does your human form look like?

C: Man and Mer are different. This... this is our normal form. Racist.

Ae: Falmer and Dwemer are indeed different than man

A: I’m a Breton, which is as close to “human” as you’ll get out of this trio.

10. What’s your aesthetic?

A: ...aesthetic?

C: It’s things you like that chalk up to who you are as a person. Like different items and themes that represent you.

A: ..... blood....poison....stealth weapons.... death.....

Ae: You’re describing your profession

A: I’m the Listener to the Dark Brotherhood of course that’s what my aesthetic is.

C: I like purple! I also have a kind of...rustic theme? Mixed with pirating and plundering. Rain and thunder/lightning storms make me feel all calm inside so i guess that’s my aesthetic too

Ae: Hmmm.... my rum-

C: Ah, yes, my wife can’t live without her homebrewed rum

Ae: Damn right. Anyway- my rum, my mechanical spiders OH that reminds me I have to fix Seven up he lost a leg

A: ...You named them?

Ae: Don’t fucking judge me MurderMcHobo

A: I.... that’s fair

Ae: Rum, my mechanical spiders, my blueprints, building things, a forge... wow I’m such a stereotypical Builder dwarf

C: The Aetherium? Fire?

Ae: YEAH that’s also my aesthetic. Plus swiping jewelry for melting down and building with.

11. Who’s your best friend?

A: A what

C: Aria’s BFF is a tie between Inigo and Serana.

Ae: She’ll never admit that though

A: *scowls*

Ae: See?! She’s got a reputation to uphold. Inigo and Serana know that she values them, though.

C: Hmm... I suppose Aed is my best friend.

Ae: Haha! The classic “Married people are their spouse’s best friend” loophole!

A: ....you two need to get out more

12. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

A: *gestures to the other two* They’re pierced and tattoo’d all over.

Ae: Not all over! Our tattoos are on our backs and we only have piercings in our ears and nose! Me and Laena have like 5 loop earrings in each lobe

C: Correction, I, Celaena Raijin, have both nose and ear piercings. You, Aed, do not.

Ae: Yeah you have 3 nose bridge spikes and a bull nose ring

C: It’s fun to play with when I’m bored

Ae: Aria has an ear piercing too!

A: True, but it’s tasteful

C: I’m offended but whatever NEXT QUESTION

13. When are you happiest?

C: I’m assuming we can’t answer “When im with aed or aria”

Ae: For sure

A: Bold of you to assume I was ever happy

Ae: I’m offended by that see you in court

A: *death glare*

Ae: I drop all charges ANYWAY I’m happiest when i’m tinkering in my little work station or when I’m sailing with a crew

C: I’m happiest when leading a crew through a successful raid

A: I guess I’m happy when finishing a contract.

Ae: Yeah sure not when you’re with Lucien or Inigo or Serana or when you’re talking about that Martin dude-

A: *frost shooting out from under her* Shut your mouth right now if you know what’s good for you

14. What’s your biggest secret?

Ae: We’re open books. No secrets here.

C: Me and Aed’s biggest secret was our relationship. We had to run from the Builders because of it, and now here we are. I don’t recall any recent secrets, though.

A: I suppose my biggest secret is keeping the Dark Brotherhood part of my life away from my public eye life. And I guess I never did tell you girls about my Akatosh mark *holds up right hand*

Ae: WHAT?!

A: A story for another time

C: That’s fair

15. Do you have a sidekick?

C: We’re all in the AriaArmy. Everyone’s her sidekick

A: My what

Ae: Aria, deny it all you want, but you have friends who love you and would die for you. Proud to be in the AriaArmy!! *pounds chest*

A: .....oh.....

#aria evelyn #celaena raijin #aed thana #skyrim #oc #original characters #character reference #get to know them #i loved this!#tag meme #they're getting along but who knows how long that'll last

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meifindsmagic · 6 years

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• Fairylights ✨ 🔮 Pantone • • Storms ⛈ ☕ Coffee •

Thank you for the asks, dear one!

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

Oh wow, I’ve never given a question like this thought. One thing I sort of enjoy about life is how it is a mystery that we unravel as we go along. I think maybe I would want to know if “aliens” exist, purely for fun. :)

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

Sometimes she was here, but most of the time she was in her head. You could see it in the way her eyes trailed off, burnt sienna staring blankly, but not seeing...not looking. With eyes so wide, I think she might have been able to see things on a different plane of existence. Maybe that’s why she was such a talented artist; she perceived the world differently than the rest of us.

When she came around, she was vivacious, sensitive, thoughtful. She was the kind of person you want to be best friends with, always armed with warm hugs, sweet smiles, and supportive words. She was genuine, in all things, and the absolute worst liar. You got the feeling her kindness was borne from a need to right the wrongs of a cruel world.

She was smart, too. Passionate. Courageous. She didn’t shy away from truth or fighting for what she believed in. A gentle soul, but strong in her own way. Not conventionally strong, you see. Her kind of strength wasn’t immediately visible.

The polite word would be petite. She was and had been since birth, born rather prematurely. Height was a tender subject for my favorite short stack, but she made up for it with her hair: voluminous chestnut waves gave her a few inches and so did her favorite wedges. Ever the fashionable one, that girl...that woman, I mean. I keep forgetting.

I mean, she’ll always be my baby sister.

My little buttercup.

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

I read this question two ways, so I have a response for both.

If the question means see one person like literally just see/interact with one person, then my answer would have to be that I only listen to one song for the rest of my life. Although I’m not a social person, there are at least five people I would like to see on a regular basis and wouldn’t be able to narrow it down to one. Additionally, a lot of media would be off limits if that was the case. As long as I still had access to poetry, I think I’d fare okay.

However, if this question means “see” in a romantic/sexual sense, then I would choose to see only one person for the rest of my life because I love my relationship and my S/O. Even if something were to happen between us, I would be okay being single if it meant I got to enjoy the world’s music.

I hope that makes sense!

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

I don’t get there terribly often, and my order varies. But, it’s usually one of these things:

Lightly sweetened ice tea of some sort

Light cream/lightly sweet iced coffee

An iced caramel machiatto

Chai latte (if hot, no water)

Dirty chai (chai tea latte with espresso shot).

However, I am also a fan of their earl grey latte (i think it might be called a London Fog latte) which is new to me, haha!

Sorry for these lengthy answers; thank you so much again for asking me, though!

Aesthetic-Themed Asks

#aesthetic asks #ask game #Anon #answered

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shallowgravesrp · 4 years

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“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.”

Frank Longbottom

Age: Twenty-Two

House: Gryffindor

Affiliation: Order

Career: Auror

aesthetics: woods, loyalty, sunset, comedies, catching a suspect, camp fires, gold, books, futbol, vodka, cooking, dogs, concerts, freshly made bed, watching the waves, plaids, alice, pictures, festivals, snow, maroon, ice cream, quidditch, mountains, lions, beer, old Fashioned movies, cameras, sarcastic joking, full green house, caramel corn, villages.

what we all know: This defender of all and golden boy of his mother’s eye has become a friend to all. Holding the Longbottom name has gotten him chances that most would only dream of, but his name won’t be able to help him as his career continues on the track it’s been on. Always wanting to help those around him, most question how long that attitude will last in the Auror world. What is for certain is that he’s completely head over heels for Alice Fortescue, almost like a lost puppy just wanting someone to love him. Too bad he doesn’t know about the sister that his mother brought into the world and left with her father.

Growing up in the Longbottom household is the reason Frank is the man he is today. While his mother, Augusta might not always seem the friendliest of people, she was sure to raise her son in a way that he respected all people. No matter if they were pureblood, mixed blood, muggle-born, or plain muggles. Everyone deserved to be treated with respect and understanding. Her husband Reginald agreed with his wife’s ideas and was sure to help make sure their son understood that everyone deserved to be treated with respect. At least until they gave a good reason as to why they shouldn’t. It was a decision that wasn’t popular amongst some of the pureblood friends that the couple had, but they honestly didn’t care. The opinions of others had never truly effected Augusta.

Even as a young child, Frank had a calm nature to him. He was able to look at situations and read them for a bit before he finally decided on what to do next. As he grew older, he started to notice that he was different from the children around him. His parents eventually sat him down and explained that their family was wizards. They explained to him why they were different, as well as explaining why he couldn’t tell anyone. It was a secret that had to stay with them. As much as Frank wanted to share with his friends that he had magic abilities, his thoughtful nature convinced himself to listen to what his parents had to say and kept the secret to himself. Continuing with his education like everyone else, for now. Eventually, as with every other wizard child, a Hogwarts letter arrived in the mail with Frank’s name written on the front. The young wizard was met with bittersweet emotions when his letter had arrived in the mail. Part of him was ecstatic to be going to a wizarding school in order to learn more about magic and expand what he was capable of, but the rest of him was sad to be leaving his friends. His parents had planned for this transition and had a proper story for why he was gone, assuring him he could see his friends on holidays.

Arriving to Hogwarts and finally seeing the big castle in front of him had left the child in awe. The idea of going from a muggle school to one that was full of wizarding things was odd to Frank, but he knew that is was going to be amazing in the end. Frank had ended up being sorted into Gryffindor house and made friends with those around him, which wasn’t much of a surprise. Something that had been a bit of surprise for Frank was the shock of how some would treat students from muggle families. His parents had told him a bit about the ideals of some wizards, but he never knew how deep those opinions could be. Outside of Frank trying to defend those he felt were wronged, school was a breeze, only leaving him struggling in the classes that he just felt like didn’t make sense, like divination. Overall, the level-headed Gryffindor knew what he was working towards and had a pretty clear idea of what was going to happen. That is until he met a storm of a girl named Alice Fortescue.

It had started when Frank heard a commotion and went to see what was going on. There was this small but extremely scrappy girl standing straight in front of some bully. He felt a little worried about the bully with the way she had was heading towards him. Honestly, Frank couldn’t explain what had taken over, but something was telling him to help her. Something told to him to move and he did. His hand grabbed hers as he noticed some of the professors approaching and he stood there with her until they were alone. From that moment of the spark that was shared between them, the couple was almost inseparable. Whenever there was one, the other had to be nearby. Nobody could really explain why they worked, but somehow, they did. It was almost like they had found a way to complete the other. The rest of Frank’s time at Hogwarts was spent going to classes, being with his friends, and spending time with his girlfriend. However, as the end of his time at the school came closer, he knew he had to decide about what he was going to do. His test scores seemed to be indicating that he was right for the job of an auror. Helping people was something he was good at and he wanted to do what he could to protect the world around him, so that was the job that he was going to reach. A new goal to accomplish.

Once he graduated, he had to say goodbye to the school he had spent so much time in, as well as be apart from the girl he loved as she finished her last year. The next few months he spent preparing and training for the job that he would eventually become very accomplished in, like other things in his life. Eventually, the stormy girl joined the Auror department and it wasn’t long after they had a chance to establish themselves as Aurors. After a couple years of working and making themselves members of the wizarding society the two got engaged and grew even stronger together. While Frank’s life seemed to be all well and getting off to a great start, there was a black cloud that was slowly approaching and would soon consume everything he did.

Frank saw the war coming, as most did. A bad wizard slowly growing more and more powerful didn’t go unnoticed. Only downside was that it seemed the Aurors couldn’t do as much as they would’ve liked. Eventually joining the Order seemed to be the only thing Frank could really do to help the cause that he had been fighting for. He knew that he was adding an extra element of danger in his life, an extra element in his life that could easily lead to the end of it. It didn’t matter to him, he just wanted to help. He wanted this war over so everyone could get back to their lives. So now he fights not only for the ministry and for the wizarding world, but for everyone.

ALICE FORTESCUE - Frank has pretty much been in love with Alice since the moment he met her. She was a fury ready to take on anything coming for her. The fact that she loved him back sometimes still shocks him, but you’d never hear him complain. When she accepted his proposal, he was over the moon and is ready to call her his wife.

CHARITY BURBAGE - Augusta Longbottom had gone a work trip and ended up being gone for a little over a year because she became pregnant with Charity. Not wanting to ruin Frank’s chances in life, she gave the little girl to Charity’s father and acted as if it never happened. Frank and Charity don’t know that their related, and if Augusta had her choice, they never would.

ARTHUR WEASLEY - Frank was one of the few Order members who actually got the chance to get out and check on Arthur while he’s been gone. Of course he never told where he was, but he enjoyed the opportunity to get to know the older male, creating a friendship between the two.

CONNECTIONS FRANK LONGBOTTOM IS MENTIONED IN

Frank Longbottom currently a CLOSED role with the faceclaim of Noah Centineo. He is played by Admin Katie.

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parabellum-rpg-archive · 5 years

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Congratulations, Isa! You’ve been accepted to play Priya Sinclair. Your request to change her FC to Eleanor Tomlinson, has also been accepted. Please make your page and send it in within 24 hours.

Admin note: Isa, I’m so excited you auditioned for Priya and I loved your details for her, I agree with the vibe that Priya is very warm. I look forward to seeing you develop her even more! - Admin J

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CHARACTER DESIRED

Priya Sinclair

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER IN YOUR OWN WORDS

When I read her biography, I saw this young woman who has a mind older than her years, a smile that lights up and is as warm as a child’s, expressive eyes, eloquently strung phrases leave her lips like a warm breeze and a heart that is tender and feels more than she may let on. Priya is an individual who knows the importance and the power that comes from the public’s perception of her and her family. Perhaps in another life she would be a highly acclaimed publicist or PR for a major corporation. Like Rumpelstiltskin, she can spin wheat into gold. She turned perception and image is a tool into her greatest strength.

While she is strong (her work ethic, business knowledge, brains, cunning, etc) there is a vulnerability to her that she has buried deep down under Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford perfume, succulent lips, bright eyes, fine jewelry and clothes. Priya’s strained relationship with her mother is one that cuts deeper than most but she has learned to bury the initial pain and use it to push herself into the family business and focus on what she is good at rather than what her mother disapproves of. Priya has this memory from when she was a little girl that lingers in the back of her mind and resurfaces when she hears her mother’s disapproving tone, whether that tone is directed at her or someone else. When Priya was little she had more exuberance for life. She would feverishly talk with her hands that her father would joke that they in themselves were their own person. The best way to describe the former movement of her hands is like that of a conductor’s, they guided the music that flowed through her. Her movements can be frantic, graceful, slow, and sharp. It is a masterpiece in itself when her hands take on a life of their own. She use to try and convey what she felt and saw. Those fluid hand movements became a nuisance to her mother who had once believed Priya would be in every way her shadow. Penelope grew tired of the way Priya’s eyes lit up and her voice rang as clear as the church bells. Penelope would grab her daughter’s wrists and tell her that such wild actions have no place in their home. Moving hands should only be reserved for a puppet, not a Sinclair. Her mother would hold on to her hands until her eyes either watered or Priya nodded in agreement. She had to, for so long, keep her hands clasped together in her lap when she sat, in front of her as she stood or behind her back that she often wondered if they would ever have life in them again. Her hands never fully regained the life they once had. Like her temper, her excitement became restrained. While one was natural and part of her disposition the other was forced and practiced. While her sisters were born in their mother’s image, she was molding a part of herself to fit into some part of her mother’s world, no matter how small that part was.

Passions: learning languages / different countries cultures / the study of acting (what techniques to actors learn to change how they hold themselves, how they change the inflections and tone of their voice/movements/embody roles/etc) / theatre. Theatre and Priya upon initial analysis of her biography may not seem like the two would go hand in hand but when you think about how her natural disposition is too keep her temper low, have a level head, access a situation, read a room and watch others it makes sense. As an actor you need to know or at least have an understanding of the inner workings of how a certain posture can change a performance. How a slight change of tone or inflection changes the meaning of what you are saying. I truly believe Priya is someone who admires the craft and would try to learn from it and even tried out for a school production. She is no Peter O’Toole, Kenneth Branaugh or Dame Judi Dench but she connects with it.

Known for: Her confidence, her walk (long strides, perfect posture, confident steps and eyes always forward), red hair, her disposition.

traits: resourceful, confident, driven, enigmatic, charisma, intelligent, adaptability, clever

Quotes that resonate with Priya:

“if you raised your voice - you’ve already lost the argument."– anonymous

"i will never change myself to be easier for someone to deal with."– anonymous

"she’s dangerous because she knows what she wants. she knows what she wants, and even better, she’s not intimated by these desires. she is not reckless with words, nor feelings. she’s dangerous because she’s in control.” — adriannesolida

Aesthetic: Deep red lips, fresh brewed coffee, monochromatic colors, locks of hair that remind you of a copper penny with the face facing up, it is warm and it tumbles over her shoulders like rusty water.

She is a woman. She is a human. She is someone who never backs down from the challenges that life throws at her. She is the type of person who removes the figurative pieces of the puzzle from her own story. She doesn’t want someone to finish her puzzle and claim they finally conquered her. She wants to finish her own story. She the little girl who grew up dreaming to become a storm rather than a damsel. She is the woman who puts more backing in I trust you than I love you. If you have her trust you have her for all eternity. If you have her love it can fade like bruises and change like the wind. If you have her heart you have her protection and unconditional love; it means you are connected in a deeper way than any I love you. She is a question never to be answered. She is Priya Sinclair.. She is the one who chooses to be not what someone deems her to be.

WRITING SAMPLE

She has thought of it, the wedding. The day her sister joins in happy, no, civil matrimony with the Castello boy. Shakespeare said it best, “Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” Two crossed starred lovers without the lovers part would be joined at the altar, bringing together a union far greater than that of fair Juliet and her Romeo. Her mind recounts the Shakesperian work, it is crudges, deaths, love and deceit. She maps it out in her mind and makes the conclusion how her family and the Castellos are different than the Capulets and Montagues. There will be a public I do.

When will her sister and the Castello boy know when their lives are going to change? Is it like in the stories sung by the dimming light of the fire? When the music becomes more somber or joyous it means the hero’s path has changed. Was it just that simple? One beat everything is one way and the next it is not? When she was a child she stared up at the man and woman and believed that one day she could have such a fate. She would find a man and everything would turn out with a happy ending. She’d have a husband, a home, and children of her own. What more could she possibly want? That is what everyone told her and her sisters she would have. Drilled it into her thoughts before she could say her first word. She’s beautiful. She’ll catch the eye of many. Her beauty will give her a happy life.

Such a narrow minded way of thinking that many had unfortunately believed. Once upon a time she may have believed that such things were true that when she found a man and love she thought that marriage would happen and then a child. Turns out the love did not mean marriage and a child could be conceived before I do. The man never had to stay. Love, like the seasons, change. Those idyllic views are still on her mind now as she sits in solace. She pictures her family, her little sister, standing at the altar with the Castellos to her right.

In the church, she makes her sign of the cross as she faces the altar and says a silent prayer to the Virgin Mary. Pray for happiness, my sister. Pray for a treaty. Pray that your family remains. Everyone tells her to pray, but her lips just make the movements. She never really committed to such things anymore. Once beauty meant marriage and marriage meant love and love meant happiness. Now it all meant cease fire. A reconciliation. An ending.

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maximilliandelirium · 7 years

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Nothing Ventured (excerpt)

When he was born, there was nothing in his heart but anger. It was a storm condensed. From that point on, he watched the world as though he were constantly approaching his breaking point. There was never enough quiet, never any peace, not in the house and not outside. It was too warm.

After a while, he got used to them. The Corps wasn't exactly what they were built to be, but they were something else. Something... familiar? It wasn't as though he blindly hated them anymore. He knew now that they were all rather strange people, a mishmash of different walks of life, shoved together in the hopes that they could make something.

They were all disparate pieces, and while Yukiki had thought of himself as the most alien of all them, it turned out that they were all about equidistant from the point of “normal.” The only thing he lacked was a past. Even Nuii, the abandoned doll, had something before now.

Eventually, he decided it didn't matter. What past they all had was obliterated in favor of the future, of the now. They could make it work. These little broken pieces could turn nothing into something. It was fascinating. Living things. Bonding.

Recently, he'd started getting a little more in touch with... emotions. Before, all he'd known was murderous rage and humiliation, which fueled the former. Now he was growing accustomed to things like humor and sadness. It wasn't entirely foreign. In fact, the whole process felt like reacquainting himself with someone he already knew, just hadn't seen in a long time.

His first clue that he had what might be called a soul was when Nuii, on a walk through the woods that surrounded the house, stretched her arms up to him in a silent request. And he'd felt something, like a tremor in his being. He had seen her do to the same to Mekeke countless times before and had watched as he'd scooped her up and laughed, tucking her beneath his arm or setting her against his hip.

So he had reached down and picked her up. She was lighter and heavier than he thought – the actual weight of a child – and set her against him, next to his shoulder. Nuii was soft and warm and though she didn't really breathe, she felt alive.

Of course, they'd all been shocked when he came back to the house with her half asleep in his arms. Their gaze had prickled. Mekeke had stood up, his one eye trained on the pair of them in a way Yukiki had never seen before. He wasn't angry. He was more... startled.

Yukiki had cleared his throat and handed her off quickly. Then he had shut himself in his room and wondered what had made the child trust him. No one in the corps was immune to Nuii, not even Giruru. But that was the first time Yukiki had ever touched her, treated her like the little girl she was, instead of another tool, another strange item amongst the lot of them.

Robobo found all of this fascinating. “Emotions,” he said, “are organic. You, my friend, are not organic.” And to prove it, he stuck a piece of wire straight through Yukiki's neck. It hurt, to be clear. Yukiki was not immune to pain. There was some comfort in that it still satisfied him to see Robobo struggling with some of his vital components frozen over, creaking over to the work table to fix himself before he completely shut down.

Putata had said to him before, “You're a cruel, cruel man.”

Maybe that was what it meant to have a heart of ice.

The children loved Mekeke. That was what they were calling them now. The children. Mekeke insisted on treating them as such, as did Giruru. They were not assassins; they were not soldiers. It wasn't fair to force them into such dangerous situations.

They were hanging onto his legs today and he was dragging them everywhere, with only the occasional snap at Gyororo for complaining when he bumped into something.

“If it's inconvenient for you, let go!”

“Never!”

“Kids today,” Mekeke joked in Yukiki's direction.

And he didn't get it.

Mekeke's brow furrowed at Yukiki's blank expression. So Yukiki had hidden behind a newspaper until the moment had passed. Why didn't he get it? He chalked it up – after a bit of research – to not having parents, or any early years at all. “Kids today” meant nothing to him, because he didn't know the kids of yesterday. Mekeke was being facetious, seeing as he and Putata were both children in adult bodies, but he at least knew the phrase, the concept.

He read to compensate. Reading gave him not only pleasure, but vital information that he used to build himself something of a false past, or at least knowledge of the way things were before. The more he read, the more he felt his tastes solidifying.

Though they could have gotten their hands on Keronian literature, Yukiki discovered he much preferred Earth classics. It was something about the letters, about the simplistic charm of them. It was nothing like the curly, spotted writing of the Intergalatic Standard. And human languages...

So he finally settled on himself: proper, neat, somewhat distant, a lover of the Victorian aesthetic. He'd never realized just how awful his clothes were before he learned of greener pastures: black coats, top hats, waistcoats. His accent hovered somewhere between Mid-Atlantic and British, which Putata mocked him for relentlessly.

It was as though he was finally discovering himself, all the pieces that had been missing. He might not be able to grow, but he could absorb. He could fill himself with new knowledge. He could shape what was already there into himself.

And then she appeared and ruined him.

Chapitre 2

They really couldn't have cared less about each other at the time. She was naturally polite, had said hello. Yukiki had looked her over, surprised that there was an actual woman in the house. The place was practically a monastery, save for Nuii, and he thought he might be hallucinating. But she was really there and was suddenly everywhere.

She had come for Giruru. Giruru, however, seemed mainly indifferent. Yukiki expected her to leave. He didn't understand. He'd read about love and that was the one thing he hadn't been able to absorb. Why leave yourself so vulnerable to another person? How could you not stop? His mind couldn't wrap around it.

Hanana herself was a strange one and not in the same way the others were strange. Yukiki had taken to keeping a mental list of his colleagues' idiosyncrasies, and so added her to the list.

ñ She somehow got Mekeke to help set up a greenhouse near the corner of the manor. They were out there together, driving pipes into the ground and stretching plastic over the framework. She had it filled with plants in less than two hours, in the ground and on tables and even hanging from the ceiling. Yukiki vowed to never go in, because it was too hot.

ñ She went everywhere without shoes. It was a warm autumn, which Hanana responded to by sliding out of her sandals and leaving them on the front porch. It was the same in the house. Bare feet on bare floorboards.

ñ She always had a flower tucked in her hair. A daisy. There was a fresh one every morning.

Hanana had introduced herself as nothing more than a gardener, kept on only because she was nice to people. She never had a mean word to say about anyone. Her smiles were ever present, gentle things that sometimes came with a giggle. Putata and Mekeke seemed to have fallen in love with her at first sight. They were always surrounding her, leaving their arms draped across her shoulders or held loosely around her waist. Yukiki couldn't imagine letting someone lay their hands on him like that, but Hanana took it with good grace. Giruru often turned the other way when she crossed his path, which struck Yukiki as childish. He pretended not to notice the way her smiles faltered when this happened.

But for all the things he'd cataloged about her, they hadn't spoken to each other since that first greeting. He heard her voice often, just never directed at him. They were hardly in the same room. Her presence made him uncomfortable. He didn't want to stoop to Giruru's level of avoidance, but he tended to ignore her whenever they happened to pass each other.

When he did speak more than two words to her, it was in her greenhouse. Yukiki, for all his resistance, found himself outside its door with a bowl of miso in one hand and a drink in the other. Kagege had sent him there with it. Hanana hadn't come out of the greenhouse all day and was missing dinner, so Yukiki was elected to take it to her.

He'd explained, in a dead calm, that the heat of the greenhouse was over the level he could tolerate, especially since it was getting colder outside. Kagege hadn't wanted to listen to it.

“You'll be in there two minutes at the most. Just do it.”

Yukiki had opened his mouth to argue again, but the bowl and the can were in his hands before he could say a word. So there he was. He couldn't see through the fogged plastic, save for greenish shadows. Finally, he sighed and used his elbow to push down the handle.

Hanana was at the far end of the greenhouse, her hair pulled back and kneeling on the soft, dark earth. The quality of the soil in here confused Yukiki. Outside, the dirt was thin and rocky. Hanana's presence must have some effect on it.

He was already starting to feel uncomfortable. The heat made him sluggish and ill tempered. He pushed himself deeper into his scarf, into the coolness reflected back at him by his clothes. The sooner it was winter, the better.

Hanana hadn't noticed him yet. She was digging and replacing soil, patting it with her small hands. Yukiki considered just leaving the can and bowl for her. He looked around for a place to put it. Every available space was taken by a plant.

Yukiki frowned. There was some organization here, but it wasn't a system he was familiar with. Would she mind if he moved a pot over? She probably wouldn't even look up. She was absorbed in her gardening. He gently elbowed a Venus flytrap back and set the bowl down.

“Oh! I didn't hear you come in!”

He nearly dropped the can. How embarrassing, to be caught fumbling it like that.

Hanana stood up, brushing her hands off on her skirt. “I didn't realize we were having dinner. Thank you. I've been really busy in here.”

Yukiki was at a loss. She was looking straight at him. He was itching. Nice people. And did it really have to be this warm? He cleared his throat. “You're welcome,” he said, placing the can next to the bowl. “Evening.”

He turned quickly, prepared to make his escape, when her voice stopped him. “Yukiki? We don't talk much, do we?”

He would not face her again. He would not be subject to her penetrating, kindly eyes any more than was necessary. “I don't see any reason why you would want to talk to me. We don't have much to say to each other.”

“I just want to get familiar with everyone. I'm going to be staying here for a while.”

He stiffened. “I do not 'get familiar' with people,” Yukiki said. “Evening.”

He left before she could stop him again, letting the door bang shut behind him.

Hanana didn't give up. If she was the type to quit things easily, she would never have made it this far. Her life was built on a positive attitude. So, after remarking that she and Yukiki didn't talk much, she set to correct it.

“Good morning,” she said, when they passed each other in the kitchen.

Yukiki, out of decorum only, repeated it back to her, but never pushed it further than that.

Hanana still didn't let it lie. Between her time in the greenhouse and her friendship with the twin idiots (as was Yukiki's nickname for Mekeke and Putata), she would find Yukiki. It was usually something small. She would ask him for directions around the house, or where certain things were – light bulbs, an electric mixer, fertilizer – and Yukiki continued keeping their interaction limited with succinct answers.

“Why are you scared of Hanana?” Putata finally asked one day. He was paper folding with Mekeke, a new Earth thing they were trying. Mekeke was better at it.

“I'm not scared of her.”

“Liar, liar,” Mekeke sang. “She's a really nice person. You should be nice back.”

Putata shook his head and grinned up at Yukiki. “He's not capable of that. Try being less mean.”

“I'm not mean,” Yukiki said, then stopped. He'd never thought about “nice” and “mean” in relation to himself before. It was another “organic” thing, as Robobo would classify it.

“You're, like, the meanest person we know,” Mekeke said. “Even Giruru can be nice sometimes and he doesn't even have a heart as far as we can see.”

“You do know that emotion doesn't really come from your heart, yes?”

Mekeke rolled his eye. “You're so literal.”

“Seriously, though,” Putata added. “You should be nicer to Hanana. I know it scares you that some people aren't always glaring at the rest of the world, but you have to face your fears eventually.”

“I'm not scared of some naïve little girl that only came here to be with her boyfriend,” Yukiki sneered. “I am simply not wasting time and energy on someone who unnecessarily takes up space in an already crowded house that contributes nothing but a pretty face.”

Mekeke and Putata had gone silent. They were staring at him. It wasn't the first time they'd heard one of Yukiki's withering insults. Why look so shocked? Then he realized that they were, in fact, looking over his shoulder.

Hanana was standing in the kitchen doorway, carrying a potted plant. Her expression was closed off, but her cheeks were flushed. Yukiki, looking at her, suddenly felt a stab of guilt. Why? He made it a rule to never regret what he said. Why should she make it any different?

“Is that really what you think?” she asked. Her voice didn't waver at all.

And Yukiki couldn't answer her. His mouth opened, then shut again. Behind him, he felt the disapproving stares of Putata and Mekeke prickling against his back. They didn't have the right to judge him. Why should he care at all?

“Well then,” Hanana said, taking his silence as a confirmation. She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the room a little colder.

Mekeke stood up, gathering up the pieces of colored paper. “Come on, Putata,” he said. “I think we should leave the Grinch to himself.”

“Even for you,” Putata said, speaking directly to Yukiki, “that was harsh.”

Yukiki wanted to argue that they were just upset because he'd had something other than glowing praise to say about Hanana, but the words were still stuck in his throat.

“I hope you're proud of yourself.”

“Who are you to lecture me? You act like she doesn't exist.”

Giruru shook his head. “I don't talk about her like that behind her back, though. I have my reasons for shutting her down. You're just being a dick.”

Yukiki huffed. “She's been nothing but-”

“Nice to you? Friendly? Do you like kicking puppies too?”

If there was anything that bothered Yukiki more than Mekeke and Putata's disapproval, it was Giruru's. He couldn't see how Giruru was any better than him. He was just as mean to Mekeke and Putata on a daily basis.

What separated him and Giruru were memories. Giruru had them; Yukiki didn't. Simple as that. Otherwise, they were the same. Same matter, different states. Inorganic.

“You don't know Hanana,” Giruru said. “Mekeke and Putata, we know them. They're pests. You can smack talk them as much as you want. But you've only known Hanana for a few weeks.”

“She annoys me.”

“She annoys you because she has a soul and you don't.”

Yukiki blinked. “We're talking about souls now?”

Giruru sighed. “No. Bad word choice. I guess what I mean is that she's more alive than you and it makes you feel dead inside.”

“How dare you -!”

Giruru cut him off. “I know because that's how she makes me feel.”

Yukiki let those words settle over him. He sat back in his chair. He and Giruru weren't friends and the liquid Keronian never shared anything remotely personal with anyone but his brother.

“I know you're new to this whole 'feelings' thing and normally, I wouldn't be saying this, but you should apologize. She's not leaving. Please don't make things awkward for the rest of us.”

Yukiki scoffed at that. “Why, pot, you're looking awfully black today. As soon as you've told her upfront that you don't return her feelings and never will, I'll apologize. Until then, you have no right to be ordering me around.” He stood up and marched out.

Giruru had been right about one thing: it was awkward. There was no way to avoid Hanana. Her room was on his side of the house, so they had to pass each other in the mornings. She had stopped saying good morning. Yukiki pretended not to notice.

It was only an issue if they were in a room with other people, specifically Mekeke and Putata, who glared at him constantly. Yukiki glared right back, daring them to say something.

“If they didn't like you before, they hate you now,” Kagege said.

“It's ridiculous. They're only angry that I insulted their new pet.”

Kagege shrugged and set his freshly polished knives in a row. “Personally, I like Hanana. I can't tell you what to think of her. Not everyone is going to like the same people. But I think you should say sorry to her at least. If you're feeling uncomfortable, that is.”

Yukiki pretended to absorb himself in a newspaper article. “Do you think it will pass?”

“Maybe. It'll pass faster if you take the initiative. What you said was rather strongly worded and meant to hurt. And it was a bit like kicking someone when they're down. I doubt she did anything to provoke you.”

Yukiki thought of what Giruru had said and slipped even further behind the paper. Why was everyone ganging up on him? If he were Putata, he would have said they were brainwashed. Hanana couldn't be that compelling, could she?

Then again, Giruru was right a second time. He didn't know Hanana. He hadn't even tried to. Perhaps that was what drew a dividing line between him and the rest of the Corps. Would he change his mind if he learned more about her? If he did what she had been trying to do?

If they got to know each other?

There was only one way to find out.

Yukiki would never get used to the greenhouse. He was certain of this. Moments later, he'd spent a while waffling at the door before knocking. She didn't ask who was there, only called for him to enter.

Hanana was feeding her Venus flytraps, dropping pieces of raw hamburger into their mouths with tweezers. Yukiki found it both gruesome and yet fitting with her image. He watched as she ran a finger along one of them and smiled. Like it was her pet.

He cleared his throat. Her smile vanished instantly. Again with that closed off expression. “What can I do for you?” she asked, dusting her hands on her skirt.

“I came to apologize.” He had to do it fast, like plunging into water, otherwise he would lose his nerve. He'd never done this before. The new experience stretched ahead of him, black and unfathomable. “What I said... I wasn't used to you and it caused me discomfort, so I lashed out. And for that, I'm very sorry. After thinking it over, I realized that I didn't actively dislike you and that my frustration was misdirected. And I might have assumed...”

Hanana held up her hands. “I've never heard you talk this much,” she said.

Yukiki coughed and folded his arms. He was babbling. Oh no, he was afraid of her. He might as well cower at one of the Venus flytraps on her table. “I thought that, if you were willing, we could start over.” He forced himself to meet her eyes. He had never noticed before, but they were almost the same shade as her hair.

Hanana considered. “You take back what you said?”

“Yes.”

She bit her bottom lip, then allowed the smile to return to her face. Yukiki noted that she looked much better smiling than she did without. “You're lucky I believe in giving people second chances,” she said. “Apology accepted.”

Then she held out her hand. Yukiki looked down at it, then back up at her. She nodded, urging him with her eyes. Yukiki put out a cautious hand, gripped hers and shook.

Yukiki had never thought it would this satisfying to have smoothed things over with Hanana. She started greeting him in the mornings again and Yukiki made an effort to face his “fears.” He resolved to be civil, get used to her.

Once Mekeke and Putata saw that Hanana was no longer giving Yukiki the cold shoulder (ha, ha), they stopped looking so vilified. Instead, they went back to teasing.

“So,” Putata said. “You said sorry. I never thought you had it in you.”

“Don't expect me to continue,” he warned. “There's very little I plan to be sorry for.”

“You actually felt sorry, or did you just say it?” Mekeke asked, twisting bits of string between his fingers.

Yukiki thought about it. He remembered the strange speechlessness he'd experienced when Hanana walked into the kitchen. He was prepared to argue that Hanana had accepted the apology anyway, so what did it matter, but Mekeke was looking at him like he was waiting for an answer.

“I felt it,” he decided.

“That's good,” the puppeteer said with a smile.

But was it good? There was an advantage to not having emotions. Feeling sorry wasn't something he wanted to repeat. It had been terrible. Not to mention shame. He wished there was a way to pick and choose the emotions he experienced.

Things would be easier if he had just been born with them.

Chapitre 3

That night, he had his first dream. It was a nightmare.

It started out mundane. He had an itch in his throat and no water. All he could do was cough and cough until it felt as though his lungs were coming out. He looked at his hand, thinking he saw spots of blood on his glove. Impossible. But no, it wasn't blood – it was a rose petal. More petals fell from his mouth until a full bush of flowers sprouted from him, dark red and thorny.

Yukiki woke up with a gasp and put a few fingers in his mouth, just to make sure it wasn't real. Nightmares were things that happened to other people. Since when had his mind been able to conjure that sort of thing?

He chalked it up to his recent emotional exposure. After a few deep breaths, he decided to pick it apart. That usually helped. Yukiki did not believe in astrology or portents in dreams, but there had to be some meaning. Otherwise, what was the point? Unless his mind had just meant to terrorize him.

The flowers made him think of Hanana. Residual guilt? But he had apologized. He was treating her cordially now. There had been no repeats of the earlier incident. It was a mystery, one that he didn't want to waste time on in the middle of the night.

She's more alive than you.

He placed a hand over his chest. When he felt his heart beat against it, he knew he'd been foolish. He was just as alive as she was, with a pulse to prove it. Comforted – slightly – by that fact, he went back to sleep. He did not dream again that night.

Yukiki greeted morning with the half-lidded frustration of those that have missed sleep. What was worse was the attitude of the rest of the corps, who all seemed to be bursting with energy and smiles. Hanana passed him in the morning and treated him to quick look through her bangs, along with a polite smile. He didn’t return it. He wasn’t made to form such expressions.

“Looks like someone had a rough night,” Putata joked, elbowing him as he passed.

Yukiki shot him a death glare and the artist flinched. “My temper is very short today and if you knew what was good for you, you would leave me alone. Thank you.”

Putata laughed nervously. He shared a quick glance with Mekeke, who had shrunk meekly into his collar. “Uh, sure thing, Yukiki. We’ll be extra quiet today. C’mon, let’s go upstairs.” He pushed his partner out of the snowman’s path.

Yukiki rubbed his temples. He wondered if he could get sick. It didn’t seem possible, considering what he was made of. A snowman with a cold? Ridiculous.

“Are you alright?” Hanana asked.

Yukiki was prepared to brush her off, but her concerned expression stopped him. She cared about things. Even the slightest hint of discomfort would have her alert and ready to solve other people’s problems. She had other places to be, judging by the small stack of terracotta pots in her arms. There was no earthly reason why Hanana should stop and ask if he was alright, except that she was Hanana and this was something she did.

He realized that he was just staring blankly at her. Yukiki cleared his throat. “It’s nothing you need to worry about,” he said.

“If you say so.” But her lips had dropped into a tiny frown.

It must frustrate her, Yukiki thought, to have someone shrug off her attempts to help. Well, she could do with some frustration. He would rather not rely on her for comfort, especially considering how sourly their relationship had started – if you could even call it a relationship.

He should have expected, however, that she would bring it up later and catch him with his guard down. Yukiki was so absorbed in his book that he hardly registered it when Hanana placed a cup in front of him.

“I made tea. Thought you might want some,” she said softly. “There’s chamomile in it.”

Yukiki looked at the cup, then at Hanana, who was taking a long sip and looking the other way. He saw her game now. He’d been stupid to believe she would give up after being told once. Well, it would be a waste to let it sit there.

As he took the cup, he asked, “Chamomile?”

“It’s a flower,” she explained. “Its effects are very soothing.” Now she was watching him. And she was nervous. Her posture was stiff. “Tea is okay, right? You can drink it?”

“What? Oh, yes actually.” For some reason, eating or drinking warm things didn’t bother him. Yukiki doubted he would ever figure out why. He’d refused to let Robobo stick a camera down his throat to investigate.

“Good.” She opened her mouth to add something, then shut it again.

This was no good. She couldn’t be nervous; Yukiki was struggling not to show just how odd it felt to be speaking to her like this. If they were both tiptoeing around each other, then how were they supposed to move past all that initial unpleasantness?

Then it hit him: the tea was an olive branch of her own. She was trying to reassure him that there were no hard feelings. Even if he hadn’t been looking ill, Hanana would have given it to him anyway. But why? They had been getting on the past few days. If it was a peace offering, it should have come earlier.

Yukiki took a cautious sip. He couldn’t tell if it really was soothing or not, but he liked the feeling of swallowing heat. It proved he was strong.

“How is it?” Hanana asked, peeking at him from behind her cup.

He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he had no sense of taste. “It’s nice. Thank you.”

She looked relieved. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Aha. That’s what this was. She had needed an excuse to speak to him face to face. Yukiki admitted to feeling a bit guilty about that. He knew he was particularly unapproachable and had done nothing to fix the matter. Well, he drank her tea. So there was that.

“What about?” he asked, closing his book.

Hanana put down her cup and folded her hands on the table. She cast her gaze down at them. “That’s the thing. I’m not sure how to talk to you. With everyone else, it’s easy. But with you… I don’t know. I’d like us to be friends. It just feels like having a conversation with a wall.”

Yukiki knew it was only adding to the problem, but he said nothing. He had to think. He couldn’t be like Putata and let all of his thoughts and feelings spill out without a filter. Tact didn’t come easy to him.

Luckily, Hanana had more to say. “You said I made you uncomfortable, right? Maybe if we became better friends, you would stop feeling that way.”

Yukiki took a deep breath. “That’s fair. If I’m going to be honest, I don’t know how to talk to you either.”

“Why?”

He didn’t know how to describe it. There was a reason, one that existed on some base level, one that had nothing to do with Giruru’s stupid ideas about souls. Yukiki groped for an answer, then settled for, “You’re too nice.”

To his surprise, Hanana laughed. “Is there such a thing as being too nice? I just try and treat people like I’d want to be treated.”

“But don’t you ever get tired of it?”

“No.” She put her head to one side. “Why would it be tiring?”

Of course she wouldn’t see it that way. It came naturally to her. However, for Yukiki, it was a struggle. He sat back in his chair. Hanana was both simple and complicated. It would take a lot more than a mere exchange of words to understand her. He was unprepared for that.

“You must get frustrated though,” he tried. “Angry even. You can’t be kind to people twenty-four hours a day.”

“Of course I get angry. I’m a person.” Her smile was understanding, as though she was talking to a child. “I think we get angry in different ways. When I get annoyed, I try to calm down so that I don’t hurt other people’s feelings.”

Yukiki’s mouth felt like it was full of acid. He glanced down at his cup, wondering if the whole sweet act was a front, and she had just poisoned him. “I suppose that’s the fundamental difference between you and me,” he said.

It must have come out sounding very bitter, because Hanana started and said, “I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. That’s water under the bridge.”

“What I don’t understand is why you would like us to be close friends,” Yukiki said. “Mekeke and Putata have probably told you enough horrible things about me to keep your distance.”

“I don’t think you’re as awful as they say you are and they don’t either.”

Yukiki frowned. How she had come to that conclusion, he had no idea, seeing as he’d been distant and cold to her until now.

“I guess you don’t hear that often,” she continued, seeing his confused expression. “I believe in finding good in everyone. Don’t you ever get tired of being angry?”

She was something else. “Anger is power. And I’m not angry all the time.”

“Obviously. You’re a person too. You feel differently depending on the situation.”

Yukiki laughed dryly. “I’m not really a person.”

“But you’re alive.”

She’s more alive than you. Yukiki pressed his lips together. He remembered his dream, the roses bursting from his mouth and dragging their thorns up his throat. When he didn’t answer, Hanana stood up, taking her tea with her.

“You’re not a bad person,” she said. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have apologized.”

Her smile was radiant. It hurt Yukiki’s eyes. He looked away. Snow kills flowers, but warmth melts the snow. This was dangerous.

#yukihana #a bit of a fic

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for the weird ask thingy how about 1-98? so yes all of them please!

I’m gonna put this under a read more so that it’s not insanely long but thank you for allowing me to overshare because that’s literally all i want in life

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

coffee mugs, if i see one that i like, i usually buy it or think about it for a really long time.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

lollipops

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy, i can’t stand the smell or taste of bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

on most of my report cards i was a pleasure to have in class but has trouble actually turning in homework

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

either soda bottles or glass cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

i love the aesthetic of formal but i prefer boho/preppy

7. earbuds or headphones?

earbuds, headphones squish my head

8. movies or tv shows?

movies

9. favorite smell in the summer?

honeysuckle

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

being goalie for handball

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

peanut butter crunch clif bar

12. name of your favorite playlist?

summertime

13. lanyard or key ring?

keyring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

watermelon jolly ranchers

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

fahrenheit 451

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

cross legged or leaning to the side with both feet tucked up next to me (only in a chair/on the couch though)

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

either birkenstocks or my bean boots

18. ideal weather?

slightly cloudy, breezy, and between 60 and 75 with a dew point under 55

19. sleeping position?

any position but on my back

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

i like a notebook, my fingers try to type too fast for my brain so i make a lot of mistakes and i need lines otherwise it slants all over the page

21. obsession from childhood?

i used to collect guitar picks. i have too many

22. role model?

my friend kelsey. she never let anyone’s opinions of her shape who she was. she did what she wanted and was such a free spirit.

23. strange habits?

left goes first. if it’s makeup, my left eyebrow, lashes, contour, blush, anything goes first. left shoe goes on first, left pant leg, left shirt/jacket sleeve. left first or it feels wrong.

24. favorite crystal?

i love amethyst because it’s purple.

25. first song you remember hearing?

probably american pie by don mclean.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

swimming

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

honestly stargazing. getting all bundled up and lying in a bunch of blankets is great. there no humidity to make the stars hazy and on a really clear night it’s beautiful.

28. five songs to describe you?

perfect - anne marie, devil’s in the canyon - the strike, orpheus - sara bareilles, rainbow - kacey musgraves, vienna - billy joel

29. best way to bond with you?

talk to me about music, animals, what you find beautiful or peaceful.

30. places that you find sacred?

any mountain top, the chapel in the pines at camp, fields of wildflowers, any waterfall.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

my black dress with big red roses and my black and white stripe heels with roses.

32. top five favorite vines?

oh shit the tampons one, the no yelling sock, the souls of the innocent, bagel boys, that was majestic

33. most used phrase in your phone?

i have wtf set to automatically replace with what the fuck and i probably use that daily

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

i always have the cropp metcalfe jingle stuck in my head

35. average time you fall asleep?

on a work night usually between 10:30 and 11:30 but weekends its closer to midnight

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

probably those creepy u mad? and sad face drawings.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

i prefer a suitcase but not a huge one

38. lemonade or tea?

it has to be sweet tea if it’s iced

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

lemon cake. lemon meringue pie is never the right sweet/tart ratio

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

my senior yaer they locked the boys and girls bathrooms in the science wing because the boys were setting off axe bombs and the girls were smoking cigarettes

41. last person you texted?

my friend corinne

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

yes

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

yes

44. favorite scent for soap?

citrus. it just smells cleaner

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

i’m a sucker for fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

i have a couple of dresses that are stretchy but too short to be acceptable (imo) for public wear

47. favorite type of cheese?

i love mozarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

i’d be a peach

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

it’s chaos, be kind

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

probably just weird shit from camp

51. current stresses?

mmmmmm job hunting, packing for camp, cleaning

52. favorite font?

i can’t remember the font name but it’s like old typewriter letters

53. what is the current state of your hands?

i need to paint my nails and cut them

54. what did you learn from your first job?

that people are really fucking dumb and don’t read the fine print on their coupons

55. favorite fairy tale?

the princess and the pea

56. favorite tradition?

we always do a big pancake dinner on mardi gras

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

dealing with my hair’s natural curl pattern, and i’m gonna have to get back to you on the other two

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

i can braid hair really well, i can cook without a recipe, i made the highest swim level as a camper in 6 weeks my last year as a camper, i’m really good at cat’s cradle

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“absolutely not”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

i don’t watch anime so i have no idea

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“war is war and hell is hell. and of the two, war is a lot worse”

62. seven characters you relate to?

radar o’reilly, arya stark, dumplin’, carol danvers, eleanor shellstrop, wayne and daryl from letterkenny.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

gas pedal - sage the gemini, gasolina - daddy yankee, despacito - luis fonsi, bitch better have my money - rihanna, and only nicki minaj’s verse from monster

64. favorite website from your childhood?

neopets or i think it was whitesheepblacksheep but there was a site that had a maze game that was set to the music Orpheus in the Underworld

65. any permanent scars?

my right foot from being born c-section, right shin from a staph infection, left wrist and left foot from ganglion cysts, and my chin from a golf club

66. favorite flower(s)?

all of them EXCEPT for the flowers from bradford pear trees. fuck those.

67. good luck charms?

not really

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

oh god there was a grape juice my friend brenda had me try and it was just so tart it tasted like it had gone past expiration.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

i can tie and untie a hair tie with my fingers

70. left or right handed?

right handed

71. least favorite pattern?

i hate herringbone and houndstooth

72. worst subject?

the only math i breezed through was geometry

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

i really like potato chips and grape jelly

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

like a 6 or 7. unless it’s mouth pain then like a 3 at most.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

probably 7 or 8? i can’t remember but i DO know that my mother kept all of mine and my siblings baby teeth

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

potato gratin is amazing

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

succulents

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

coffee from a gas station specifically sheetz

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

oh god my school photo. my license photo i look like i WILL kill the photographer

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

jewel tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

i use both interchangeably

82. pc or console?

i play internet games which is as far as i got with gaming. although i do really want a game cube so i can play monkeyball

83. writing or drawing?

writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket?

i have 2 pollypockets still and i refuse to give them up

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

i really don’t like the dark lmao

88. your greatest wish?

mmmm i’m honestly not sure

89. who would you put before everyone else?

barack obama

90. luckiest mistake?

not checking the weekend of my brother getting married and lucking out that i bought concert tickets for the weekend before

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights

93. nicknames?

libby, libs, libster, “ms. teaguerson” is one i’ve gotten from a couple of kids i’ve subbed for, any version of elizabeth at this point.

94. favorite season?

fall

95. favorite app on your phone?

i just downloaded a crosswords app and it’s fantastic

96. desktop background?

the sky being absolutely BLACK during an afternoon storm right before a big event at camp

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

i think 8

98. favorite historical era?

i really love the clothes of the 40′s

#ask #about me #nonnienonnienonnie

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