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deniigi · 3 years

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my supervisor fucked me over with all my other coworkers present. can I request a one shot from you to cheer me up featuring Sammy?

Did I give y’all the fic about the hotpot?

Well if I didn’t, I’m giving it to you now.

Title: hotpot

Summary: Ganke checks the comments for the Blindspot comic daily and there’s this one asshole anon who keeps talking shit about BT.

The Blindspot comic went live in the fall and Ganke couldn’t stop checking the hit count every five seconds. All night there had only been ten hits.

He told himself not to be disappointed. The only person who really mattered had read and loved the comic.

Miles said that BT had even forced everyone on the team to read an abridged version of Journey to the West, and had gone as far as to make a quiz to determine everyone’s character.

Miles refused to disclose who he’d gotten.

BT had clearly rigged the game to make himself Sun Wukong and Ganke was proud of him.

That kind of enthusiasm was exactly what he’d been hoping for, anything else now was just icing on the cake.

Even though it would be cool if it wasn’t just BT reading his own comics.

That would be pretty cool, right? Like. If people online all started reading BT’s comic. That would be sort of amazing.

Kind of excellent.

Definitely worthy of an A+ and double pats on the back.

Right?

The hit counter didn’t think so. But hey, five more people had opened the page since last night. That was something, wasn’t it?

MM: dude why not just ask Sam to tweet out the link?

How dare you, Miles Morales.

How dare you waltz into this place with logical thought.

GL: I can’t do that. That’s like. Idk. Inflating the views.

MM: okay yeah explain to me how appealing to the person in control of the largest part of his own fandom is inflating the views

GL: I see your logic and I’m banishing it

MM: I’m messaging him

GL: DON’T

MM: too late

MM: he says ‘gimme link’

GL: asdksjsjdks

@blindspot: hi I know y’all can’t get enough of me to the point of asking shockingly invasive questions and for you I say good news! Some amazing folks have gone through the trouble of making a Blindspot comic. it’s good guys check it out [link]

It helped.

A lot.

It helped a lot.

People, on the whole, had great things to say. The panels were screenshotted and tagged and sent all over social media and even though Miles was pretending to be chill and aloof about the whole thing, Ganke could imagine him smiling big and bright and white at his phone non-stop.

Mom and Auntie saw a few of the bits on Twitter and tittered over them in the kitchen like pigeons.

The pride rose like a wave. Ganke kept waiting for the crash.

It came two days later in the form of a comment that read ‘Christ, look at all this fuss. BT is fine. I hate his brother.’

It felt like someone punching the wind out of Ganke’s lungs.

He took comfort in the handful of people who leapt in to shout down the commenter. They emphasized that if the anonymous commenter didn’t like the story or the characters, then they didn’t have to read it and they, especially, didn’t have to say anything about it.

Ganke appreciated those guys. He got the feeling that a lot of the people on there knew that the whole thing had been done but a couple of kids.

Not that Anon cared.

Anon replied to all these comments ‘No, I’m gonna keep reading, thanks. Anyways, the brother is lame. The smart part is cool, but why’s it always gotta be a guy?’

The part that haunted Ganke even after he’d shut his laptop and had gone to stick his head out the window for some big breaths of cleansing air was that Anon was kind of right.

GL: should we have made Guotin’s brother a sister?

MM: no

GL: why not?

MM: cause BT’s always wanted a brother

Oh.

Okay. Then it was fine?

MM: yeah man ignore them. it’s chill.

GL: k thanks my ego is huge and fragile

MM: trust me I know

Asshole. Fine, moving right along.

It didn’t stop. Anon commented on every page. Every. Single. Page.

Ganke didn’t know what to do or say. On the one hand, clearly this person was dedicated and deeply engaged with the comic, on the other hand, they needed a Rude Alert button. Ganke wondered if Ned could code one for them and them only.

The latest of their fury was directed at the big reveal in the second issue—BT’s face.

Having now met Sam, BT, Blindspot, Ganke’s whole image of him had changed.

He was not conventionally attractive as far as like, K-Pop idols and famous Chinese dudes went. His eyes were puffy and narrow and his face was round everywhere but the jaw. He leaned more towards ‘cute’ than ‘sexy,’ which Ganke sort of loved about him.

He was friendly. Stressed and grumpy and feisty as hell, yeah, but first and foremost friendly.

Miles claimed that he called it his ‘number one asset in employability.’ Which was wild because hello, Blindspot.

Obviously, BT couldn’t help his face. But Miles and Ganke could help Guotin’s.

Ganke had sent Miles about fifteen different images of Chinese celebrities and had told him to do his worst. They’d reviewed the final few drafts and had picked one that was most like a young Chen Kun. His face was more oval-shaped than BT’s. His chin and lips were slimmer but more defined. He was pretty, but not so pretty as to be called ‘feminine,’ which Ganke thought was a solid compromise between ‘handsome as sin’ and ‘looks like he’s got a quirky sense of humor.’

Anon hated him.

Anon thought that he looked like an idol, and they were not here for it.

They told ‘the artist’ to give him a mole or something, anything to make him look ‘less pristine. God, I can smell him from here and he smells like Dior and staph habitat.’

Ganke had to look up what a staph infection was. He regretted it. He asked Miles if they should censor Anon.

Miles said ‘mmmmm, idk it’s not like they aren’t saying anything that isn’t true.’

Ganke resented that. Clearly this was defamation of BT. This person hated him and was taking their feeling out on the comic.

MM: I mean yeah but it’s not like they’re talking about the comic, man. They’re talking about the style and like, thinking about it, a mole or smth to help you tell him apart from other folks would kind of be helpful. Like, especially if we ever put him in a crowd, you know?

HHHHHH.

Fine.

Anon could stay. But they were on thin ice.

It was hard not to be bitter about Anon’s comments, especially when they arrived daily, as though Anon knew exactly what they were doing and which page they’d left off at. They couldn’t possibly be reading the comic one page at a time, this was intentional.

Ganke’s jaw hurt from all the tooth grinding he’d endured as of late.

This latest one read ‘yo, has BT ever mentioned fighting with a sword? I don’t recall him mentioning. Someone should take that thing away from him before someone loses an eye—or maybe even two.’

That felt like a pointed jibe.

That turned the churning irritation in Ganke’s gut into something much, much colder.

Did Anon know about BT’s black and blue eyes? How could they know? Was it a coincidence? It seemed to be more than a coincidence.

The pile of critiques was growing bigger and bigger, and now that Ganke thought about it, they all seemed to take issue with things that didn’t match the real Blindspot’s personality.

It was as if they knew him.

GL: miles did you read the new comment from AnonTheAsshole?

MM: lol yeah

GL: tell me if I’m talking out my ass or whatever but like

GL: you don’t think they could be Muse, could they?

Silence.

MM: oh no

Yeah. Fuck.

MM: chances are low.

GL: they know so much tho??

MM: might be stalker? Maybe someone who’s over-invested in BT’s social media pages?

GL: maybe.

MM: hold on let me ask Spidey to screen it

GL: does he know Muse?

MM: no, but he’s paranoid and he’ll get Wade to be paranoid with him, and then they can decide whether its worth giving to DD for verification. He knows Muse.

Ganke’s head was spinning. His fingers shook with guilt and the thought of Muse’s pale body hunched over a secret, cracked cell phone in a high security prison who knew where.

In Ganke’s head, he smiled wider and wider, until the skin on his cheeks cracked. He dug out scraps of paper and redrew Blindspot—Sam—with gaping holes for eyes and a screaming mouth and he drew dismembered corpses in black lakes and he laughed.

He just kept laughing.

MM: hey ganke

MM: it’s going to be okay. It’s just a comic. I’m sure AnonTheAsshole is a stalker. They’re not threatening anyone.

MM: Sam can deal with a stalker. And we can too, okay?

There was a reason that Miles was a hero. Ganke wiped at his eyes and swallowed.

GL: okay. Thanks for doing that.

MM: 👍🏾

It took a few hours because Spidey and Deadpool had lives outside of being Spidey and Deadpool, but not so long that Ganke ran out of nails to chew.

Miles messaged him back and said that Spidey had read through everything and ‘escalated it.’ This meant that whatever he’d seen had caused him enough concern to take it to DP.

Miles said that he’d get back to Ganke with DP’s verdict as soon as he had it. In the meantime, he’d run the comments by the other Spideypeople and they thought that it most likely wasn’t malevolent but was maybe something to keep an eye on in the meantime. He tacked onto all, somewhat stiltedly, that he had a weird feeling all of the sudden. The pink Spidey’s tone had changed. She’d shut down and gone cagey, which allegedly wasn’t like her at all. Then she’d told the taller guy to DM her and they’d vanished from the chat. Miles wasn’t sure what was going on there or if maybe they knew something about stuff going on that he didn’t, but he wasn’t super comfortable with it.

GL: crossing my fingers its nothing?

MM: same man, same.

DP escalated it.

Ganke couldn’t stay still in his room. There was no comfortable place to sit or stand or lay. There was nothing to do that would make him stop thinking about everything.

MM: It’s gonna be fine, man, DD always knows what to do.

Miles kept saying that for every step of the way, and yet here they were. Double escalated. Ganke wasn’t so sure he even knew what was happening anymore.

That was scary. Miles was supposed to be part of the in-crowd.

MM: Wade doesn’t think it’s anything that can’t be nipped in the bud.

That was easy for a contract assassin to say, wasn’t it?

MM: he says that you and I are fine. Doesn’t see any links there. Waiting on DD for confirmation of tone.

Hurry up, Daredevil. Your apprentice’s life might be about to take a nosedive into a heap of trash.

Two hours. One text.

MM: >:/

Ganke couldn’t contain the bubble of laughter.

GL: good news?

MM: [image]

He opened it.

SC: HANNAH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. STOP BEING A BITCH ON MAIN

HC: You can’t tell me what to do

SC: I CAN

HC: Mom he’s being MEAN

SC: Mom she’s scaring children online

HC: I scare children everywhere I go why are these ones special???

SC: Because I said so

HC: that doesn’t fucking work Samuel you’re not her

SC: I am your older brother

SC: your ELDEST brother

HC: YOU AINT SHIT

SC: THEY DON’T COUNT

SC: HALFSIES COUNT

What.

MM: so.

MM: she’s not Muse.

MM: Red’s laughing his ass off at all of us for taking this to a level three

GL: wait I don’t understand

MM: Hannah is Sam’s little sister. She’s found a new hobby in our website.

Blindspot’s little sister was reading the comic??? Holy shit.

GL: she hates him?

MM: no I’ve been informed that they would literally commit murder for each other but this is how they express love.

No way. Siblings were wild.

GL: so we’re good?

MM: [image]

SC: apologize 🔪

HC: eat my ass

SC: apologize or else

HC: or else what? You gonna come in here and sit on me? Huh? Huh????

SC: I know your email password. All 3 you cycle through. What was his name? Uuuuuuuuuh Jing?

HC: you fucking bastard

SC: Hi Jing, it’s me, Hannah. I’ve been in mad crush with you since sophomore year. Please notice me senpai 😖

HC: Die

SC: kill me

HC: I will.

The giggles that came this time were a mix of relief and genuine intrigue. This lady read the comic every day. She took the time to scroll through pictures of her brother being an absolute lunatic and fighting with a huge monkey. Then she hopped into that comment box and took him—not Miles, not Ganke, specifically Blindspot--down a peg.

She must miss him a lot. Ganke wondered if this was her way of keeping him in her thoughts.

MM: I don’t think we’re getting a sorry, man. DD says Sam’s been at this all morning and has been tricked into apologizing himself twice

GL: so you’re saying that she’s an evil genius

MM: idk but she’s def Sam’s main nemesis. I always thought that older siblings got like, rights or something over younger ones, but idk anymore. Angel says this is normal.

GL: do you think she misses him?

Miles took a long time to respond.

MM: yeah

Yeah, Ganke thought so, too.

GL: should we change Guo tin’s brother’s name to ‘hamish?’

MM: ASDLDSDSFKdsjf

MM: one moment.

MM: sam says yes. Hannah says that she thinks our comic is shit and we need to draw everything uglier

GL: she’s kind of funny

MM: 👀perhaps she would like to be a consultant?

GL: 👀👀👀👀

MM: brb asking

MM: sam says no. Hannah says she’s got better things to do than proofread comics on the internet. She’s also not sorry. She wants that to be clear. DD says that the conversation has moved from English to Chinese and to maybe duck and cover for now. He says all is good tho. Thanks for checking in.

MM: Muse doesn’t use punctuation and talks in riddles, so if we get any of that, we’re supposed to send it to DP right away.

Oh, nice. That was a relief.

MM: oh

MM: sam wants to put us in a chat. Can I give him your number?

Uh, only if he wanted Ganke to hyperventilate.

GL: sure

[GL has been added to a Secure Chat]

It was a page of characters and emojis that were somehow more menacing than Ganke had ever seen them before. Miles popped a little waving hand into the fray, as though testing the waters, but the characters just carried on scrawling around it.

Ganke wasn’t quite sure what to do.

GL: hi? Are y’all okay?

There was finally a pause. Then a few shorter lines of characters. And then finally, Blindspot switched from Chinese to English.

SC: yes we’re FINE. We’re GREAT. Aren’t we, sibling from hell?

HC: who’re you? Why are you in our family chat? This is a family only zone, can’t you read?

SC: God Hannah he’s Korean don’t be a dick

HC: I can’t not be I learned it from you

SC: fair but pretend in the face of company

HC: okay fine. Hello losers.

MM: adksadfadsdfldfsldf

MM: hi

GL: hi?

SC: go on

HC: UGH

HC: fine

HC: I didn’t mean to shit talk your creation. Only my brother.

SC: also a sin, we’ll get to that later

HC: no one cares about you Samuel, stop spreading lies

SC: you first. We both know this is no lie, my white dad cares about me a whole lot

HC: well we can’t all have white dads now can we

SC: don’t be jealous

MM: lol you really call Matt your white dad??

HC: who is this person and how do they know our mutual parent’s name?

SC: this is not a mutual parent situation how many times have we been through this. He’s mine. Get your own.

MM: hi! 👋🏾I’m Bitsy! Spidey no. 4

GL: I’m his friend. He draws the comic. I write it.

HC: oh. nerd children x2

HC: anyways yeah Matt is our dad

SC: ffs

MM: he’s sort of dadly ig.

HC: ?? oho

SC: mind your face. Think about your face. Think about how much you like your face.

HC: little spider, did you not hear?

SC: kay everyone out. We’re done here

MM: hear what?

HC: lol Sammy you didn’t tell them about how Matthew Mcconaughey adopted you in all ways but paperwork?

Ganke held his phone away from his face as far as it would go.

MM: …wait are you for real?

SC: no. okay out.

HC: awwww Sammy so shy now. What are you embarrassed about? It’s cute.

SC: Hannah literally shut up I’m not playing

HC: damn okay sorry

MM: can I be honest?

SC: no

MM: I’m going to be anyways: I think we all sorta knew.

SC: …

HC: right?

SC: what does that even mean?

MM: idk, it just felt right, you know? You two are always fussing at each other and red lost his shit that time you got shot. He doesn’t treat you the way he treats the rest of us and we’re his teammates. He doesn’t even treat spidey like he treats you. So like, yeah. It fits.

MM: I’m really happy for you guys.

MM: is there a reason it’s a secret?

Ganke eased himself back down onto the mattress. This was real. This was like, actual, real information. Something that he and like, four other people in the world now knew.

He kind of wanted to forget it. It didn’t feel right to know.

SC: I dunno.

HC: if sam has an honest emotion towards anything he has to calculate its weight so he can make space for it in his collection of satellites.

MM: wh

SC: you’re so not funny.

HC: it’s called emotional repression, darling. It’s all the rage in this family.

MM: oh

MM: so that’s why you and Red get on so well

SC: HHHHHHH

HC: HA

SC: okay but listen his is different, I’ve only seen him cry at his wedding. I cry at least 4 times a week. Obviously under the bed, but that can’t be emotional repression. That’s expression. That’s clearly expression

HC: I can make the old man cry watch me

SC: please don’t I’ll die

MM: awwwww

SC: shut up it doesn’t even matter.

MM: AWWWWWW

SC: LEAVE ALREADY

MM: no I like it here. I want to hear you talk about how much you love your white dad

SC: I don’t. He loves me. I’m fine with this because it results in food, shelter, and continued employment.

HC: uh huh

SC: I’m using him

HC: yeah because you’re like the most manipulative person I know.

SC: thank you

HC: /sarcasm

SC: I know I ignored it.

MM: so wait why do you actually pretend like you hate him tho?

SC: wh

SC: what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just go on up for a cuddle? Have you met Matt? The second someone starts crying, he finds trash to take out to the bins. Hell no. Life is easier for everyone if I stab him with a stick and he kicks my ass in training. It’s fine.

HC: Sam is learning how to be a Manly Man. This is step one.

SC: I’m plenty manly

HC: you’re what mom imagined as manly

SC: which is perfect. That’s all I need.

HC: mama’s boy

SC: must suck to suck, no one’s kid.

Wow. Ganke had never been more glad that he didn’t have a sister.

GL: That’s kind of cool, though.

GL: that you and DD are close like that I mean.

GL: Its different from all the other mentor/mentee superheroes we see who like, sort of hate each other.

SC: wh

SC: OH. you mean Peter and Kate. Peter doesn’t actually hate Stark, fyi. And Kate calls Hawkeye the Old bi-weekly to make sure he’s still breathing. It’s actually pretty normal.

MM: he doesn’t mean like that Sam. I mean, like those guys don’t associate with their Olds now that they’re grown up and stuff, but you and DD stick together. It’s like you’re family.

MM: and that’s super cool. Idk if Spidey would ever consider me family. I don’t think he wants that for us.

SC: I?

SC: oh shit

HC: CLARITY ON THIS FINE DAY. What was your name again, tiny spider?

MM: miles

HC: PRAISE BE TO MILES

HC: AN EMOTION WAS HAD

SC: get fucked

HC: An epiphany was obtained!

SC: would you shut up

HC: Something has finally permeated that non-porous, two-inch thick skull of my esteemed eldest brother

SC: I’m your only brother

HC: you’re not

SC: they don’t fucking count

HC: now will you FINALLY invite our mutual dad to hotpot?

SC: Hannah he doesn’t want to come to hot pot we’ve talked about this. it’s too spicy for him.

HC: I’ll make it 1/3 less spicy

SC: that’s still too spicy

HC: I’ll make it 2/5 less spicy

SC: 3/5

HC: listen

HC: I have all this fucking equipment that SOMEONE left here callously

MM: what’s hotpot?

SC: 👀

HC: 👀

GL: 👀

SC: well fuck

HC: EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

GL: have we never taken you with us for hotpot???

MM: no?? is this the sticks?

HC: can be. Where do you live?

SC: Hannah no

HC: Hannah yes. We’ll make one here. You’ll make one there.

SC: do you know how much shit I’ll have to buy? Where are we gonna put it?

HC: this wouldn’t be a problem if you’d taken your goddamn inheritance with you to SF

SC: HHHHHH

MM: you guys are actually being serious?

HC: I am. I am here all on my lonesome. Abandoned by my only kin. I require enrichment.

SC: try doing your fucking homework

HC: did anyone hear something?

MM: lololololol I like you

HC: 😊

SC: wh

SC: oh no. No no no.

SC: you two don’t get to be friends

HC: come here bb pspspspspspsps

MM: I’m here

HC: got ‘im. Let’s have hotpot. Sammy send me resippy. We’ll do it together over video so I don’t fuck it up.

SC: I’ve got to go. This has been traumatizing.

HC: byeeeeeeeeeeee

HC: is he gone? Hell yeah, he’s gone.

HC: hey thanks for making that comic thing. It’s hella rad. He loves it. Mom used to call him Monkey when he was little.

GL: omg aw

HC: ikr? P cute. He misses her a lot so I think it brought back good memories. Anyways, I’m actually going to make hotpot. Come over and have some with me, it’s more fun with more people.

MM: you’re not joking

HC: nope, it’s been ages since your whole team has gotten together, right? Ask them to do it. I’m a shit cook, but Sam’ll show us how not to screw it up. And he’s playin’, he’s totally down to hang out with us. We never had more than three people. It’ll be new. Exciting. Enriching even.

MM: are you secretly a nice person, Hannah?

HC: the fuck do you mean ‘secret’??? I’m a delight.

MM: Okay I’ll ask the team and my mom

MM: ganke?

HC: 👀

That—

Sounded kind of nice?

GL: I’ll ask my mom.

HC: nice. You can tell them that it’s a friends dinner or whatever. Idc. I promise I’m not going to kidnap and murder you. I’ve got like, class and work and shit. I don’t have time for that.

MM: 👍🏾

GL: 👍🏼

HC: great here I’ll message you my number. This is legit our sibs chat so Sam’ll freak if you’re still here when he gets back.

MM: thank you! And sorry for thinking you were muse!!

GL: yeah that too

HC: lol np ttyl

That…had really just happened, hadn’t it?

Ganke needed to sit down even though he was already sitting down.

GL: they’re so nice???

MM: ikr?

GL: are you actually going to ask your mom?

MM: Im gonna ask BT if its cool first. Then yeah. Why not? Our team really hasn’t gotten together in a minute. Everyone’s been super busy. It would be a nice change of pace, and if everyone brings smth then Hannah doesn’t have to pay for anything.

MM: ah, Sam says it’s okay. He says sorry his sister is weird and that he’ll make sure she doesn’t poison us.

GL: I kind of love her

MM: same

MM: okay will check in with the others. Talk to you later.

GL: yeah see you later

Damn, at this rate, Ganke’s family was going to triple in size, and all thanks to a comic.

Before he left for downstairs, he made a note to make Guo tin’s brother snarkier.

#fic #inimitable verse #blindspot #samuel chung #miles morales #ganke lee

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 3 years

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35 Q’s for Fanfic Writers

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I’m having a shitty, rude alter-y, crap night so I’m just going to answer all of these to distract myself and focus and to not bother anybody just making my own post and putting it under the cut btw, notice to anyone not aware: since I’m moving I won’t likely be updating anything until I’m done doing so.

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!) 3/5? Could use more editing and description and can be weirdly paced.

2. Why do you write fanfiction? Because it’s better than focusing on pain 24/7.

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? I don’t seem to have a specific narrative voice that people recognize but I’m pretty proud of mostly organic dialogue.

4. Are there any writers that inspire you? as a rule i never look up to anybody for inspiration but there’s some stuff in my ao3 bookmarks I fawn over.

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of? Right now, none of them. It changes normally, anyway. If get too proud then I’d get my ass kicked by RSD if someone didn’t like it so it’s safer this way

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily? Dialogue.

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most? Organic description, poetic language kind of stuff. I can paint a scene but I’m not so great with bring out out a feeling with description alone.

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write? Janus and Virgil are probably tied. They both have things I struggle with but I don’t have to go back and do much adjusting of language and tone with them. Though admittedly my Virgil is signifigantly more foul-mouthed than canon and I tend to prefer pre-AA feral asshole Virgil.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write? Patton. I write him the least, so people can probably tell. I love Patton, I really do, but it’s so hard to keep away from fanon Patton.

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for? Angst w/ H/C obviously. Or if you’re talking about regular book genres, Fantasy. I fucking love fantasy world building.

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most? Trauma. I blame Daeram. As if Ayri isn’t a giant Angst Demon.

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about. Slopes. I’m really into it. I’ve got three one shots running right now. Patrons can read the first part of the unnamed cat remus one, there’s also a coffeeshop au tropey nonsense one like eglantine & lycoris, but Slopes is addiction angst. Mmmmm. Virgil is addicted to coke and alcohol and will listening to his friends even be in time? Who knows, especially not me, but there’s already over 30k.

13. First fandom you ever wrote for? InuYasha. Or was it Harry Potter? Or shit, The Blue Sword? Fuck, I’ve been writing for a long time, I really have no idea.

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for? Sanders Sides. The characters are the perfect dynamic for writing since they exist in balance of each other and the popular, easy to project on archetypes featured are incredibly fun to do basically any scenario with.

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for? Weird storywise? Kingdom Hearts? I can’t even follow the plot anymore. Weird Fandomwise? Sanders Sides. Its simultainiously the fluffiest and angstiest nonsense at the same time.

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? Vampires. Gay ones. Gay Vampires. I also love calm tol and angy smol.

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for. Any tropes that normalize incredibly toxic behaviour or tropes that are inherantly ableist, but I can’t think of any.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written? Incorrigible continues to be complete nonsense.

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between? AUs. I mean closest I even have is canon-divergence other than a single short.

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff? I like it when there is gay nonsense along with a plot that is treated as more important than the relationship the most. But I like both. There’s more shippy stuff in tss so i read more shipping action by default.

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!) Anxceit/Sleepxiety, but in general, give me darksides or give me death/j

22. Do you listen to anything while you write? Almost everything I write has a special playlist I listen to to help me write it, but otherwise I listen to my Nyan playlist, an alter is picking the tunes, or a voidfam playlist. I never have music off. When my internet is down I just listen to the songs I own or Anxiety’s theme on loop.

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas? I’m fine with all of them. I love working with prompts but I tend to deviate. And I’ve never done a challenge since I can’t do deadlines and bad things happen bingo never sent me a card and I applied three times.

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works? I am generally multi-chaptered stuff, but I’ve been working on a few one-shots lately that are much longer than most one shots.

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them! I was originally thinking of doing some little 13-year-old Dreaming!Roman (y’know, the one with a job) shorts but it turns out I just had an alter of that little bastard and that’s why I inexplicably know more about him then I ever even considered. I still might do them after Dreaming is done. But that’s paced so slowly who knows when that might happen. Otherwise I put stuff in my notes and just do shorts of it if I’m like “oh you know what’s cool???” but since I can’t daydream maybe this question doesn’t apply to me.

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try? I want to do more autism stuff, and I’ve had it demanded a few times, but I’m scared of being that explict about it for some reason. Possibly because I might be, possibly because I’m scared of doing it wrong even though I’ve accidentally coded multiple characters autistic. I’m scared of explictly tagging them as such, too.

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received? That I can remember off the top of my head? I’m going with one from @a-genz-with-trauma-and-kins. It really helped me out and was just so kind and literally the best christmas gift I got in 2020.

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing? I can handle it alright but Daeram is a little fucking pissbaby about it. Constructive criticism helps people get better, so I appreciate it. I can’t handle critism that is incomplete, though. “i just don’t get it” or “I don’t know I don’t like it” kind of things. If I can’t understand the why to fix it then things get out of control. And then I spiral and RSD for like four days minimum. If it came from an anon or a troll, too, It might not bother me for as long. Things that are just like “this is shit and you should feel bad” just make me laugh. Couldn’t even bother to read it long enough to insult me proper? I don’t care.

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out? I have a few times. Mostly in shorts and prompts, I think. I think they turned out okay. They’re not particularly inspired or anything.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst? Depends on my mood. Am I triggered? give me the fluff. Am I vibin? Angst.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them! Fuck, fam, no, I can’t, I have so many. I have multiple original stories and some of them have very large casts and like holy fuck. Or do you mean in Sanders Sides fandom? Um, Morgan and Thorn in PD. The lesbian and her himbo dynamic. I love them. They’re dorks. Morgan is strong person with sharp tongue and soft romantic heart and Thorn is just so kind and so dumb and so exciteable he’s like a puppy. They were just filler characters and I got attached to them. Felton even gets redemption for being an ass later in PD, like oof i never intended to include so much OC content, especially for names I just picked randomly.

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less. nope I’m doing all of them because these are fun plea for my new self: 2 gay vampires, 4 humans, 1 braincell dreaming while I wake: trauma child needs therapy and so do you break: big oof, oh dragons, oh why, go virgil go rebuild: virgil is so not okay there’s more virgil to deal painful death: gay teens drink themselves into a new religion stargazing: whoops we didn’t realize people actually cared whole castle: everyone will throw down for kid!patton, even you incorrigible: found family with a shot of psychological horror and crack dangerous instincts: wholesome crime syndacite action slopes: addict gets mugged and thinks that’s just fine with him conflagration: logan avoids everything ever like a champ cat!remus: bored fae shifts gay pining from one person to another caffeine cyptids: caffinated gay panic goes faster than regular gay panic eglantine & lycoris: more tropes than you can toss a shoe at storytime: overpowered virgil also overreacts literally always

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process? an alter and I write together and I have absolutely no idea what’s going to happen, what I’m writing about, or even what year it is. I often don’t even remember what I wrote. There’s no outline. I have an idea and I pick things at random for it. There’s just notes and an evil gleam in a demon’s eye. The only reason I know more than readers is because I take a long time to edit and some of these stories have fucking alters up in my head who can tell me things. Daeram tells me nothing. The writing demon supposedly has all this knowledge but I have absolutely no clue because he does not talk to me, he just fronts and slams out 9k in a few hours or we cofront to write and I’m like “oh no she didn’t” while typing

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of. i’m fond of the entire painful death series and I tried to find something I really liked without spoilers in stargazing and I couldn’t so here’s a random thing from incorrigble: “So, what do you do with your friends?” Patton continued on with a megawatt smile. “Grand larceny,” Virgil deadpanned and glared at Patton, who was taken aback. Remy and Andy just broke out laughing while Virgil tentatively sipped his still-too-hot-cocoa.

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want! slopes my dudes slopes i have learned so much about cocaine! like wow! I thought for a minute it was going to end with MCD around 30k but it swtiched from whump to hurt/comfort and I still don’t know if it’s going to be MCD but look at that funky little coke/alcohol addict go, it’s a medical wonder he’s alive! It’s not like there’s what seems to be a little talked about interaction between alcohol and cocaine that causes a toxic chemical to build up in the liver which can result in liver failure and sudden death at basically any moment! Which is part of why it may result in MCD but this time no ghosts! maybe it’ll be h/c with whump elements or maybe it’ll be whump with h/c elements we can’t know for sure

#ayri writes #tw drug mention

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justanotherboyinblue · 5 years

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Is there a specific drink you like to have when you’re writing? monster. nuff said.

What time of day do you think is the best to write? late, for sure. late or early, when the world is quiet. or whenever, as long as you have music blasting in your ears and aren’t interrupted for several hours

Where do you write best? my room for sure

Do you do word sprints? If so, for how long do you do them, and what’s your average word count? well i’ve never heard of those before now so i’m gonna say no

Do you write when you travel? If so, where is the farthest away from home that you’ve written? i do! i wrote my first poem on the road to my aunt and uncle’s house which is four hours from where i live, but i haven’t written while traveling besides in a journal since

Do you share your work before it’s finished? not really, i haven’t written a lot of things but generally i ask for opinions late in the writing or when it’s finished. for the secret sanders i will! with my beta, obviously

Which character that you’ve written is most like yourself? hm, i only have the two like actual characters from my play but i would say they’re both kind of based on me!

Which character is your favorite to write? Why? like i said above, i only have the two so it’s not a huge choice but i would say frankie! it was really fun writing a character who couldn’t speak and had to sign, and while she did ‘speak’/sign it was fun focusing more on the physical reactions

How long is your current work in progress (words or pages)? one of my wips at the moment is an old fic i was doing for a friend and i kind of gave up at 900 rip, and the other one is the secret sanders i have yet to start writing (really need to work on it, i have like a Month)

Do you have a specific philosophy that you go by when you write? just fucken...write. get it out there and fine-tune it later. get what’s in your brain onto the paper and work on it!

What were your favorite books as a child? i was obsessed with divergent for a really long time, as well as eragon and harry potter, i also really enjoyed the first twilight book (please don’t kill me i was like ten it was an act of rebellion against my mother okay)

Do you read while writing, or try to split it up? i have like...no order in my life okay don’t @ me like this. if it’s a poem i usually get the idea for those, write it, tweak it, then it’s done in like an hour. for the stories it’s ah, a bit of a longer, more...messy process.

Which authors or styles do you try to emulate in your writing? i don’t! i’m sure i take things from writer’s works that i’ve read but i don’t really focus on anyone/anything else when i’m writing

Would you want your books to be made into a TV show or movie? Why or why not? ooo that might be cool. again, only the one actual story, but imagine a movie about two nonbinary people who meet in a chicago coffee shop and one of them can’t talk, and like there’s death and angst and a happy ending. i really like it and i think it would make for a fun movie, but i might be biased XD

How do you plan your writing? bold of you to assume i plan anything no for real, i write out like major and minor plot points and a small drabble of what i want the scene to look like underneath. it worked pretty well!

Do you write on a computer or on paper? What program, or what type or paper/pen? i like to write my poems with pencil/pen because i like the feel of it, but usually i just use microsoft word, grammarly, or ao3 lmao

Is there a specific category or genre your writings generally fall into? Which? uhhhhh no? idk i have one play, a small kind of drabble story, a wip, and a butt-ton of poems. it’s a bit all over the place

Would any characters from one of your works go well with your others? mmmmm probably not because my play characters are people and my wip characters are spiders-

Do you write multiple works at the same time? i have had one wip for literal months and i have to write a 2.5k fic and i constantly have a thousand poems and fic ideas in my head. so yeah

What color scheme is your current work in progress? what....what does that even mean

Do you create aesthetics for your writing, ie. on pinterest or tumblr? If so, what’s the board or tag? kind of? i used the like coffee/tea next to a book aesthetic pictures as the covers of my works on wattpad so i don’t know if that counts- https://www.pinterest.com/queerlytraumatic/aesthetic/

Do you listen to music when you write? oh absolutely, i have to have music playing like 24/7 if i’m doing something. loud/pleasing background noise at least

Do you make playlists for your works in progress, characters, or scenes? nope! i’m lazy and i never thought of doing it lmao

Do you prefer first or third person? Why? i think both are very nice! first gets you more immersed in the story so in my opinion i like it better for a reading and a writing experience

How do you defeat writers’ block? you don’t. it consumes you

How often do you write? with my hands

Have you ever done NaNoWriMo? if anyone even suggests i do that i will come into your home and steal your mac n cheese

What’s your inspiration for writing? ........words

Which style/era of writing do you most fit in with? the one with words

What’s your favorite part about writing? okay actual answer creating worlds that’s it my all time favorite thing about writing is creating a world that a reader could get lost in. if my readers ever get a reaction from reading my writing then that’s the highest compliment anyone could give me thanks for the questions emma!

#ask game #long post #meet the blogger #tw death mention #can't remember if i swore or not so i'll just tag it anyway #tw cursing

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callmetippytumbles · 6 years

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Home, A TRR Fanfic Series, Part 4 (MC)

Tippy’s note: So this would have been out sooner but I had one idea of what was going to happen and the characters had a different plan. I kind of went with it and this is where I ended up. Lot’s of flashbacks. Again like Part 2, this focuses more on Halle than Liam. Don’t worry he is coming and the real fun begins. Anway, hope you like this one.

Disclaimer: Choices owns this and I do not.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Words Counted: 4,671 (Daaaamn! Issa lot!) Rating: PG Pairing: Liam x MC (Halle), endgame Trigger Warnings: Police Brutality

Tags: @youwontlikewherewewillgo @sleeplessescapades @trianiasti @jasoncrouse @lizzybeth1986 @hopefulmoonobject @ayo-minty-jess @flyawayblue56 @drakewalkerwhipped @drakelover78 @umccall71

Summary: Halle adjusts to seeing Rhon again and confronts her mother

At least 11 years ago…

Halle and Rhon-Ron were laying under the big oak tree. If they looked downhill, they could see the Freedom Baptist Church. Whenever they needed to just talk, hang, make-out and just generally needed a place to be away from everyone but each other, this was where they went.

Rhon was laying on the grass using his hoodie as a pillow while Halle was using him as her pillow, her box braids splayed across his chest. The copious shade of the tree gave them plenty of protection from the late-summer heat.

“Do you have to go Halle?”

“Well if I tell my dad that I don’t want to go to NYU, he will be upset about the orientation that he paid for.”

“You could have gone to A&T. It would have still pissed off your mom.”

Halle sighed. “It’s not just about my mom.”

“But that is a part of it.”

While her mother’s disapproval was nice, it wasn’t the reason Halle told her parents she wanted to go to NYU even though up until her, they were a strict Howard family.

Her parents met and fell in love at Howard, they graduated from there, her older brother Hakim graduated from there a year before. To ask her parents there would be no Berrys if there wasn’t a Howard.

When Halle got her acceptance letter in the mail, the tradition continuing was a foregone conclusion. Then that night happened, and everything took a hard left.

Halle turned to look at Rhon. If you looked at him, you couldn't tell that a few months ago he had massive swelling over his right eye from an orbital fracture.

“It’s not that simple. I am tired of being here, of having to explain my existence, of having to be afraid all of the time. I just want to be somewhere else.”

“Are you tired of me?”

“What? Never,” Halle said. She reached out to caress his face. “I love you Rhon. I always will. I just can’t stay here.”

As much as she knew that her decision to go so far away for college hurt him, she needed to do it. Halle couldn’t stay and be sane.

Now...

Halle took Rhon in. He was very tall, could stand eye to eye with Liam, which is saying something. Rhon wasn’t the wiry kid she left when she went to NYU. He was lean, but not bony. His skin was exactly like Mama Reed’s, his dark umber skin was smooth and only served to highlight his large round eyes. The same ones that Jaleesa had. His hair was recently coiled like he was about to start growing locs.

Mama Reed came out from the kitchen to greet her grandson. Rhon still was holding his daughter while he and Halle stared at each other. She placed a kiss on his cheek that went unnoticed.

“Look Rhon. Halle’s back. Doesn’t she look beautiful?”

“Yeah, Nana. She does.” He lowered Jaleesa to the ground. “She always has.”

Halle hid a small bashful smile.

“Halle, you and Rhon-Ron can catch up over dinner.”

“I don’t know if I can--”

“Nonsense, Halle Yvette.” Mama Reed interrupted. “You are staying for dinner.”

“Yes, Mama,” Halle reflexively replied.

“You two should talk. Jaleesa could help me finish up dinner. Come Jaleesa.” The older woman gestured for Rhon’s daughter to come follow her.

“Okay, I guess they can’t just kiss and make up in front of me.”

“Jaleesa,” Mama Reed warned.

“Sorry, Nana.” The girl quickly followed the older woman to the kitchen. Rhon and Halle’s gaze followed her.

“Your daughter is certainly an interesting one,” Halle said.

“People used to say that about you.” He turned to look at Halle. “Still do actually.”

Rhon pulled Halle in for a tight embrace. They held each other for several moments before finally separating.

“It’s been a long time since we last saw each other. Or spoke.”

“It certainly has,” Halle said. “How have you been? What have you been up to?”

“You know. Surviving. Raising Jaleesa. I’m a mechanic, now.”

“You did always have a way with cars.”

“How about you Hal?”

“Me?” Halle put her hand on her nape. “Well, I was in New York for a while, which you already know, somehow ended up in Europe for a bit, needed a break, and now I am here.”

“Europe? Where in Europe?”

“You wouldn’t know it. It this tiny country called Cordonia. It’s off the coast of Greece.”

Rhon’s eyes narrowed, racking his brain for information that wasn’t there. “You’re right. I don’t know it.”

Halle shrugged. “Neither did I.”

“How did you end up there?”

“It’s a long story. Multiple volumes really.”

“I can tell. You get this look on your face when you talk about it. Like you are happy but exhausted. Like how Shay used to look when Jaleesa was a baby.”

“Shay?” Halle raised one of her eyebrows. “Not Shay Walters. That’s Jaleesa’s mother?”

“Yeah,” Rhon admitted. “It just sort of happened. I mean, it's not like we were talking at the time.” He paused for a moment before adding, “No point in waiting for you.”

Halle flinched at Rhon directness. “Right.”

Jaleesa ran into the living room. “Daddy, Miss Halle, dinner is ready. Also, Nana told me to give this to Miss Halle.”

The child held a diamond ring. Rhon’s face fell as he looked at its brilliance. Halle gave a nervous chuckle.

“I took it off before I washed your hair. I must have left it by the sink.”

He gave Halle a careful look. “No point waiting.”

They joined his daughter and Mama Reed at the dinner table. Mama Reed offered grace, and everyone ate. Tonight’s dinner wasn’t a whole Sunday feast, but it was still a reminder of home. She made a green bean casserole, cornbread, and fried chicken.

“Mmmmm,” Halle said as she bit into the chicken. “I missed this.”

“Lemme guess,” Rhon smirked. “They don’t have southern fried chicken in Caldona.”

She finished chewing her bite before correcting, “It’s Cordonia, and they do not. Most frying is actually pan-seared.”

“Cordonia?” Mama Reed asked.

“Don’t worry Nana. It’s a secret European country around Greece.”

“It’s no secret. Just small.”

“Well, it’s certainly big enough for you to have that rock on your finger.”

Halle nervously twisted the ring on her finger.

“I didn’t want to pry earlier Halle, but are you engaged?”

“Yes,” She paused while looking at the ring. “No.” A small frown appeared on her face as she shrugged. “It’s complicated.”

Mama Reed had a frown of her own, “I see.”

The adults fell silent as Jaleesa’s utensils echoed in the room.

“Everyone is quiet now.” The child smack her mouth making sure that it did not have any food in it before continuing. “Does this mean I can talk?”

“Just what do you have to say, Leesa?”

“I wanted to ask Miss Halle if there were king and queens in Cordia like they have in England.”

“Sorry about that Hal,” Rhon explained. “Jaleesa is going through a princess stage, and she is obsessed with royalty.”

Halle nodded. “Oh. Yes, Jaleesa. Cordonia has a king. The king doesn’t have a queen yet.”

“When will he get one? A king can’t rule without a queen. He would be lonely.”

Halle’s smile faded away as she thought of Liam. She wondered what Liam was doing right now. How upset he would be with her for leaving. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind, returning to dinner and Jaleesa’s question.

“He might get one. We will just have to see.”

Another awkward silence fell on the room. Halle didn’t know how to begin to explain her time in Cordonia to Rhon and Mama Reed who barely knew the country existed let alone reveal that Cordonia has a brokenhearted king and it’s all her fault.

The rest of dinner went on quietly. Afterward, Rhon packed up Jaleesa to go to their home.

“Will I see you again Miss Halle?” Jaleesa asked.

“I hope so. If I do go back…” Halle paused for a moment. She didn’t know where she would go if she weren’t going to stay in North Carolina. She wasn’t ready to consider returning to Cordonia, but New York didn’t feel quite right either.

“If I leave, I will be sure to see you before I go.”

The young girl smiled as she got in the backseat of Rhon’s car. He waved to Halle.

“It was nice seeing you. Maybe we should catch up sometime. Lay under the oak tree.”

“That would be nice.”

With that, he got into his car and drove off. Halle stood in the driveway and watched him leave. She stayed after his vehicle was out of sight. Mama Reed tapped her on the shoulder.

“Halle, you have something sittin’ on your spirit. You have been lost and adrift since I have laid eyes on you.”

Halle sighed.

“It’s late now, and you should be heading home, but do talk to someone,” the older woman urged, squeezing her shoulder. “You can’t find your way if you let whatever is weighing you down hold you back.”

Mama Reed embraced Halle and went back inside for the night.

***

Later that evening, Halle was driving home. It has been a long time since she had driven these roads at night. There was unease about being out here. Especially alone. Her eyes were on the road, but her mind was elsewhere.

She and Rhon-Ron were on their way back from the party. They took one of the back roads because it took them to the route towards both of their homes the fastest. Time was of the essence since they were already out past curfew.

“As long as nothing bad happens we should be home in about 15 minutes,” Rhon said as he put his foot on the gas.

“I’m sorry about my coat.”

“It’s no big deal, Hal,” Rhon said. He looked over at Halle. “I can’t have my lady coatless.”

Halle looked over at him and smiled as she put her hand on top of his on the gear shift. Rhon looked down before returning her smile. They made it to the main stretch of highway and were almost 10 minutes away from getting to their neighborhoods when they first saw the flashing lights. They kept driving since there was no indication that they should pull over. That was when the siren went off.

Halle brought her mind back to the present as she took the final turn into her neighborhood. Unlike New York, in North Carolina, the streets were dead quiet after 9PM. After living in “the city that never sleeps,” everywhere else was eerily silent in comparison. The only other time that Halle was met with this kind of unusual quietness was when she and Liam walked along the Seine late at night in Paris.

“Tu es l'amour de ma vie,” Liam said to her.

His gaze was soft and sincere, but the way his eyes never left her showed just how fervently he believed this. Days earlier she wanted to go but deemed herself too weak to do so. At that moment, however, she was under his spell. The genuine kindness and sincerity that Liam spoke to her with always resonated. Her mind, body, and soul were still drawn to him even when it hurt.

Halle was sitting in her parents’ driveway. She looked at her phone with the dozens of messages. She looked under his name in What’s App.

Liam: 17 new messages.

Her mind drifted back to their last night in Paris. In his private box.

“I know it hasn’t been easy Halle,” Liam said to her. “I just hope that in the end, the good parts are enough to make the hardships worth it.” He took her hand in his.

Halle kept her eyes focused on their joined hands before looking up at him. Her eyes were filled with as much uncertainty as their current predicament.

“Liam, we will have to see.”

His face fell, his eyes darted down to their hands. Seeing the hurt that her lack of confidence caused stabbed Halle in the heart. While the flash of pain he felt was hard for her to watch, she couldn’t lie to him and act like she was completely comfortable with where they are right now.

Liam took his other hand and made it so that both of his hands were wrapped around one of hers.

“I’ll do whatever I can to ensure that the rest of your time in Cordonia...your time with me makes up for it,” he pledged. His eyes were steadfast and serious.

Halle knew that Liam meant what he said. She knew that he would devote a lifetime making up for it if that is what it took. She just wasn’t sure if fate would let him, not that it mattered. Halle loved Liam too much to dwell on that. She wanted to focus on tonight and making sure there was a lifetime for them.

Halle clicked his name and started looking over some of the messages.

Why did you run away? Is it something I said? What did I do wrong?

Whatever it is, I’m sorry.

Please talk to me.

As she continued to read the messages her heart raced. She felt his fear and heartache. Halle looked up at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her face illuminated by the phone. The woman in the mirror looked back at her. The reflection still poked at her insides. It’s eyes demanding an answer.

So was it worth it? Can you live with you?

Halle mulled it over in her head. All things considered, this could have ended much worse. Her time as the other woman, a side-chick, ended with her getting the man in the end. She won. She got the man, she is wearing his ring, and soon she will be his queen. Yet in the mirror, Halle saw anything but a winner let alone a queen in waiting.

She stopped returning her own stare and left the car. As soon as Halle entered the house, her mother was waiting for her. Joanne was sitting in Harrold’s Lazyboy, the recliner angled to the door. She was in her bedtime attire, reasonably priced satin pajamas, her nighttime skincare sinking into her skin, and her steely grey strands wrapped up in a scarf. The intensity of her gaze and the tightness in her jaw brought Halle right back to childhood. It was like she was late for curfew all over again. Joanne took a deep breath before she spoke.

“Halle, we need to talk. Please sit.”

The “please” was a formality, Halle knew that this wasn’t optional. She cautiously walked to the love seat as Joanne rotated her chair to face her.

“Did you have a nice time at Mama Reed’s? That is where you went isn’t it?”

“Yes, mother, I did see Mama Reed.”

“Was Rhon-Ron there? You know he has a daughter now, with Shay, and she is not out of the picture.”

“I am aware. I met his daughter Jaleesa. She is a lovely girl.” Halle narrowed her eyes.

“Did you want me to be bothered by this?”

“Not bothered. I just wanted to let you know what you would be signing up for if you and he started again.”

“I am not looking to start anything with Rhon right now. I just came home to take a breath and figure myself out.”

Halle and her mother have had plenty of arguments over the years. Joanne didn’t always dislike Rhon. When they were in high school, and Halle got the scholarship to Saint Mary’s was when her feelings about Rhon started to really change. That was when the upward mobility project started.

Hakim went through a similar thing when he was in his teens. Joanne wanted him to be seen with the right kind of girl. Someone with some pedigree and ambition. Hakim brought only one girl home, and she definitely did not fit Joanne’s ideal. Hakim just stopped, and Joanne never bothered him.

Halle was different. Hakim was happy to do as he pleased behind his mother. Her father gave his silent support. Halle did not want to have to do the same. Since Halle did not wish for to Rhon to be a secret, he became a thorn in her mother’s side to this day.

“I am not saying that you are going to, but just if you were--”

“I am not,” Halle interjected. “Mom you have always had this hang-up about Rhon. He is a good person. He didn’t do anything to you. Why do you have this ax to grind with him?”

“Rhon is good,” Joanne admitted before adding, “you deserve better.”

Halle took a deep breath.

“Halle you may think you are better than me because you don’t think about whether a man is rich or poor, just if you love him. Like it or not, that is only because you don’t want to admit that you have the choice because your father and I worked hard to make it possible.”

Her daughter shook her head, but Joanne continued undeterred. “You have choices because your father and I worked hard to get to a certain place where they are available to you. Rhon is nice and caring, but he has nothing to offer but trouble.”

Halle knew precisely what her mother meant when she said trouble. She was talking about the night that she got arrested.

Harrold and Halle came in after several hours at the Goldsboro Police Station. Luckily it was the start of the weekend, and they could sleep in if need be. Halle and Rhon-Ron were detained for hours on charges of car theft and resisting arrest. Rhon got the additional charge of striking an officer.

Harrold went to the police station with a friend of his, Arnold Jenkins who was also his attorney and Reverend Michael Bishop chapter president of the Goldsboro/Wayne NAACP.

They all met at the station and convinced the police to drop the charges under threat of public shaming for the illegal arrest, and a massive civil lawsuit against the county that would result in a multi-million dollar payout. The Goldsboro Police was in no position to do that. Especially after they recently paid out handsomely in a wrongful death suit the previous year. The NAACP had a big part to play in that and would happily do it again. The police would drop the charges, no records. That came at a price. The police would forget everything as long as the NAACP and the families did as well. Everyone agreed.

Harrold was merely relieved that his daughter was home alive and in one piece. He wished he could say the same for Rhon-Ron. Mama Reed quickly took him to the hospital to get his eye looked at. Harrold had not seen that level of bruising and swelling in person in his entire life, only in pictures.

When he and Halle came through the door, Joanne and Hakim were waiting for them. Hakim hugged Halle and Joanne hugged them both.

Joanne looked over Halle, she had some minor cuts on her face from being pushed into the ground, she was alright. Once that was done she let her have it.

“I am glad that you are alright but what were you thinking striking an officer like that?”

“I didn’t hit him harder than he deserved. I was defending myself.”

“Harrold and I taught you what to do when you are dealing with the police. You and Rhon could have come home in body bags if they bothered to tell us at all.”

“We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You don’t have to with white people. You not being a slave is enough.”

“Mother!”

“Don’t you raise your voice at me, young lady. This is just another indication of your rebellion, and I have had enough.”

“Joanne--” Harrold interjected. Joanne held her hand up to stop what she knew was coming.

“No Harrold. I have had enough with you encouraging this.” She looked at her husband with a fiery gaze. “I am not having the ‘they are just young kids in love’ discussion again. If it were up to you, we would have that discussion on our way to do our weekly visits to see our child at the Detention Center in Wayne County. No more.” She finished with an emphatic gesture to signal that she was entirely done before turning back to her daughter.

“Halle you are grounded. Indefinitely. You are not to see Rhon anymore.”

“That’s not fair!” Halle shouted.

She ran up the stairs crying with murmurs of Joanne and Harrold bickering in the background.

“Mother, we have not spoken in ten years. This is what you want to talk about?”

Joanne took a deep breath, “No. You are right. I’m sorry. I am just worried about you.”

“Well, I have been fine for the last decade. No need to trouble yourself.”

Her mother recoiled when she said that. However wounded she was to hear it, didn’t stay on her face for long.

“I know we have not always been close.”

“That is because you wanted to control me. Turn me into you. I am not here to relive your life mother.”

“I don’t think that. But yes, I did wish you made some of the choices I made,” She agreed.

“I love your father. He is the love of my life. I can’t be stupid and say that our relationship has been not only a loving partnership but an advantageous one.”

Halle watched her mother intently as she continued.

“When I married your father in ‘79, it was for love. Harrold and I barely had any money. What we did have was ambition. We both wanted to push ourselves further than our parents or their parents ever got. We did that.

With that shift comes choices. I could choose things for you and Hakim that Harrold and I could never choose for ourselves. We never had the picket fence and a yard to run around in. You did. You loved swimming, Harrold and I could support it. I hoped that by you going to Howard, becoming a Delta, you would be around the kind of people, the kind of men, who could do that and more. Rhon,” Joanne paused.

She looked at her daughter across from her. She could see not just her adult child but her younger self. Halle’s eyes never left her mother. Joanne took a deep breath and continued.

“Rhon, couldn’t do that. He would be kind and love you, but never push you forward. I was looking out for your best interest.”

“Mom, but I didn’t want that.”

“No,” Joanne accepted with a sigh. “Do you want that now? With Liam?”

Halle perked up, and her eyes grew wide.

“I know about Cordonia too.”

“But how--”

“I found out one night after using the family computer. I love Harrold, bless his heart, but he does not know how to clear the history. I thought I would find porn and learn a few things.”

Her daughter shuttered at the thought.

“I have a marriage to keep... interesting,” she qualified and then added, “We didn’t last that long just because you know.”

Halle shook the thought out of her head. Just some things a child should not know about her parents.

“Anyway, what I saw were all of these weird tabloid sites, and Harrold likes gossip nothing. I decided to look to see why he was interested and I saw you. At first, I was worried, but when I saw that you were courting a prince and now engaged to a king, I understood.”

“Mom, I--”

Joanne eyes went from soft and apologetic to fierce and determined in a flash.

“Halle, I love you so much. I want so much for you, but I want to be here for you, on your terms. If you want to talk to me about Liam and Cordonia and why you left. I will be here for you. No judgments.”

Halle nodded, “Okay.”

Halle got up to go to her bedroom before she made it to the stairwell she paused and turned to her mother.

“Mom, do you ever wonder if you gave up too much of yourself to get to where you are? Like you sold your soul?”

Joanne inhaled. “I did. I sometimes wonder if pushing to get to this place meant leaving behind a part of my identity, a part of myself behind.”

“Do you feel that way now?”

“No. Harrold and I were still ourselves, but we did have to fight to keep the parts we wanted. It’s why we stay connected to our community, Harrold chose to run his practice for lower-income families instead of specializing in cosmetic dentistry where it's more lucrative. Besides, what was I looking to keep? A stereotype? I may be living better than my parents, but I am still who I am.”

“Staying true to yourself is a choice. It’s one you make every day. If you were less true to yourself the day before it doesn’t mean that you have lost yourself completely. It means that today is a chance to take it back.”

Joanne let her words hang in the air as Halle took them in. Neither of them moved and just let the silence be present between them as they usually did before now.

“I know it’s only just after 10:30, but I don’t keep late hours you young people like to do. I am going to bed.” Her mother said getting up from the Lazyboy. “I need my beauty sleep to maintain my youthful looks.”

Joanne hugged Halle and kissed her on the temple before heading to her room. Halle followed.

Laying in her bed Halle wasn’t sure what to make of it all. Every time she wanted clarity, all she had in her head was noise. She looked at her phone. The picture of her and Liam on the lock screen stared back at her. This one was from their engagement at the Statue of Liberty. They were both so happy at that moment. The two people in that picture had no idea that a traitor that sought to do them harm was in their midst. That a few days later their best friend was going to have a bullet lodged in his shoulder, or that an orchard that was centuries in the making would lie in ashes. They were just happy and in love.

She unlocked her phone and looked at more photos. Lots of them were of her and her new life. She looked up at her mirror in the darkness where the pictures of she and Rhon-Ron were plastered up. She and Rhon were all smiles there too. The smiles were different. Halle’s with Rhon was so full it’s a wonder her face could contain it. Then Halle remembered that that photo was taken before that night, and she is not a carefree teenager anymore. Even with that knowledge, both people were her. Knowing what she knows now, living through what she has lived through now doesn’t make her smile less genuine.

She thumbed through more pictures on her phone and stopped on her favorite of Liam. He was sitting in his favorite spot to view all of Cordonia that he shared with her. His small eyes were narrowed in serious thought looking at all of the lands. The people. Even with all of that thought, his face was relaxed, there was no tension in his jaw. His calm, reflective nature radiated through her screen. Halle wished he was here now.

She opened up her WhatsApp and thought to quickly call him. She dialed but promptly hung up. What was she going to say after leaving the way that she did? She couldn’t think of anything that didn’t feel wrong or somehow manipulative. She closed the app and her phone and stared up at her ceiling until her eyes grew tired and she fell asleep at last.

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#the royal romance #playchoices the royal romance #choices the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #long post #choices fanfiction #liam x mc #liam x mc fanfiction #liam x halle #tw police brutality #tw police violence

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thelapismoon · 6 years

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MCSM S2 E4 Commentary

Wow I have forgotten what this episode even was about. *whispers* I actually never finished watching a playthrough so I guess I'll see some knew stuff. Heh. I'm scared. I managed to get changed, get my food, update my tumblr, and this thing is only 55% complete. HOW LONG IS THIS EPISODE?

Quite funny that I've already said this much stuff and the episode hasn't even completed downloading. I wonder who actually ever reads this? Sorry about not writing my commentary for the last episode. I just didn't want to stop the episode every three seconds to write. Speaking of that, I might just paused every ten minutes to write. Huh. Thank god it's at 83%. I'm worried. This soundtrack, oml. It's finally done downloading. See you on the other side. Is Radar the narrator now? Admin, Admin, let me like you. I want more Warden interactions. Oh look at this awful frame rate- that's my fault Wait I forgot that I gave in and became a guard. Nurm, I love you. Warden didn't deserve to die. This lighting tho. 10/10. Radar, if you're trying to make me feel bad, it's not working. Nurmie-hurmie, I could never leave you behind, dear. Please don't hurt Xara, telltale. That facial expression. NGHHH FEELS. *singing* Holy shiet. Radar you better be careful because I won't hesitate. Nurm can I hug you? I feel like if that was actual minecraft logic, that jump would've killed us. ITS H I M I love this music, reminds me of some old western but.. dorky. Baby zombie. Tag urself, I'm Xara. NURM. Don't cry.. Let me wipe the tears away, you poor soul. Nghh Jack and Nurm are a perfect couple. If something happens to EITHER of them, I'm gonna throw some hands. You sure that isn't just a carpet..? I haven't played minecraft in like three years so.. Poor Xara. Wtf is wrong with you guys?! Um... NO I DO CARE!! Can I lay down next to you? Well.. Bye? OH NO I SUCK AT FIGHTING. Oh my gosh, this is the first time I survived in one try. Yees. R A D A R. I swear to Persson... Hm. NGHHHH I'm only going to do this because if I don't, Nurm is gonna cry. And I refuse to let. Nurm. Cry. Argh. You're all ungrateful swines. Who is that? Hm. I want to draw her. OH shoot my iPad is at 5% power. "1 night in Fred's house"? That sounds extremely CONVENIENT. Hello, Binta. You look... Nice. *cough* Everyone here seems.. Off. Oh hi Kent. Bye Kent. Gonna just... Slowly walk away. Lapis blue..? *cackles because you must know by now* Wow, good job, Jesse. You just ruined the moment. Can't wait for that to be a running gag no one will stop talking about for two weeks. *sigh* I can't stop thinking about Star Wars right now... Ngh.. F o c u s. Wow I'm actually really proud of this. Oh look, I won. Well now I feel bad. Me and my darn feelings.. WAIT THEY WERE PRETTY CAN I- Argh. I don't like these people. <<nothing much until the Ivor fight because there wasn't much to say>> Doodle doodle doo everything is nice and calm POTION. NGHHHH!!! Oh shiet I don't have a sword. I have a feeling I know who it is <<well of course I do>> Welp, honey, If you gotta kill me, at least I'll know my favorite character of all time did it to me. Hope this stains your conscious, Ivor. Ivor, my love, you're back! <<me the first time I saw him, YES. OH MY GOD. YES. YES!!! HES BACK! HES BACK! ARGHHHH! HES BACK! AHAAAA!>> My sweet alchemist, let me hug you on behalf of my friend and just because I love you so very much. I totally wasn't writing fanfiction about you two hours ago :,)) AGHHH. Ivor, can I just hug you for the rest of eternity? Oh my god I think I'm going to start crying. He looks... Slightly off... CAN YOU HEAR THAT? THOSE CHORDS!!! Those are IVOR'S theme. ACK I love him. Oh wait yeh, ninja, I have questions... Shiet, Ivor. You punched a forest worth of trees? Add that to my scar-headcanon-list. I can't believe they made Ivor the karate kid When his voice gets really deep and husky oh my lord... You know who I'm thinking of.. *looks at you Zoe* Can I hug you? Sweet old man I love you. Harper? Where IS Harper? *hack* where is Soren also? Mmmmm I'm getting all these good vibes now I gotta drop some stuff in the Ivor askbox once I'm done. Darn I wanted the old order to come back :( If Ivor.. shows some type of question of authority towards the admin... Oh my.. "Disappear", hm? Wait.. Okay Ivor's voice ;v; What if Ivor actually killed Jesse? I'd like to read a fic about THAT. Ivor is whispering, I can hug him, he's being witty! everything I could ever want is happening. Ivor's voice lines are my Christmas present. I love you, Ivor. Oh my gosh he looks so short next to Petra. NO DONT GO. Actually. Wait. DO go, If the admin suspects anything of you or even dares to TOUCH you, I will lose my god dang m i n d Ivor Ivor Ivor. Farewell, my beloved... Okay I'm sorry you all had to see that. I thought I had hallucinated ninja Ivor at first tbh. Well now what? I don't even really wanna play after that.. Argh, I gotta finish this or else I won't be able to play the new episode tomorrow. Stay strong, Lapis. Weren't these two people based off of the great British baking show hosts? I love that show. And now I'm craving cake. Ugh I don't wanna fight in there, don't you know that I suck at fighting? Argh. I wanna read some fic now. Horrifying, hm? I know exactly what I'm gonna do... Okay well that was definitely PG-13 We're gonna forget that ever happened. Heh. *coughs* Hmm.. I'm gonna choose "please don't hit me". RADAR! PUT A SHIRT ON! You're a CHild! Well I just deleted all of the commentary after this so.. *insert distant screeching* Ooo Radar's feet I feel mildly bad about that.. LEVEL SIX HUNDRED?! Boy I don't have TIME for that! Wait WHAT?! Sweet J E S U S. AAA WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!! *panicked screaming* Aaaaaand now I'm dead. Darn. Okay... Oh my gosh that golemn death scene! I smell some foreshadowing.. Romeo.. Death by water? I should keep my mouth shut. That was sick, man. There's MORE?! That's it, I want this to END. Wow that attention to detail.. Me and my darn Romeo-loving-heart. There has to be SOME type of redemption. They could do so much with him... Tbh my friends think I'm crazy because of how I like Romeo but ARGH I like villains, okay?! "Just kids" just started playing INSIDE THE CABIN and now I wanna flip onto Romeo's bed and cry. NGHHH MY FEELS!!!!!!!!!! The music just synced up perfectly. *sigh* I relate to Petra too much.. I want to burst out crying now, this hit too close to home! Petra has never been my favorite character but I can relate to her on a spiritual level. Man I came to have a good time and now I'm feeling personally attacked. AND THIS SAD MUSIC ISN'T HELPING Potato451? Hmm Potato backwards is Otatop. Top? Ota.. Obsidian? Top? The top? Top of the world? The sky? I'm probably taking this way too outta context. OUCH. ma feels. ... Just kids. IS SHE CRYING?! OH MY GOD CAN I ALSO CRY???? Wait this is changing my story? Oh god what have I done? <<later>> Hello, Xara, darling. What exactly did she "repair"? Have a bed, forget my hypocrisy. Wait.. where did she go? FIGHTING argh. Wow I'm alive. Hey Jack. Oh yeh I was gonna go back and save his eye. ..can I do that? I hope that wouldn't corrupt my save file. Okay.. Oh no radar or Fred's people? Radar... I'll see you on the other side. I have a bad feeling about leaving him. But it's his time to shine, and I won't take it from him. The order's temple.. WHO DARES GIVE ME THESE F E E L S?! Nurm just jumped into Jack's arms, everything is going swell- *sees Beacontown* Oh fuuuuu WAIT NO DONT YOU DARE CUT OFF RIGHT NOW!!! Oh my gosh it's Jack's lament. 50% 50% on the scavenger deal, hm. 51% won? That contest was easy. 32% promised to stay with Petra 50% on giving Xara her bed 51% took Fred's friends MMM JACK YOUR BEAUTIFUL VOICE. I listen to that song everyday. LUKAS NOOOOOOO N O NOPE NOOOOOOOOOO LUKASSSSSSSSSSS ARGHHHHHGHHHHHHG I'm lucky that the next episode comes out in 22 hours, wow I'm late. Toodle loo until tomorrow, dears!

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #excuse me I'm gonna go cry now #lapis talks

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raisingcain-onceagain · 7 years

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WIP/Writing Meme

I was tagged by @glorfindel-of-imladris and @gaolcrowofmandos - thank you both!!

1) How many works in progress do you currently have?

Oooooh, call me out why doncha. . . Ok. Well. From what I can tell, there are 12 Tolkien WIPs (and I’m only counting the ones I plan on finishing, there are maybe 7 additional things sitting in that damn folder), 1 Dracula thing, 2 Good Omens things, andddd two stupid grad papers.

2) Do you/would you write fanfiction?

As a matter of fact, I doooooo. . .

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

Both? Both. Both is good.

I own hard copies of my favorites, anything I need for class, and anything I plan to revisit and write about in more depth for my program - maybe 40 all told? And this number has been culled down pretty considerably by two recent moves. I also check out hard copies from the nearest library whenever possible.

And why is that, you might ask? Well, because I have come to associate e-reading with fic, and I do a lot of that kind of reading as well.

4) When did you start writing?

Oh lord. . .Fifth grade? Maybe? I still have a hard copy of the first “novel” I ever wrote somewhere, complete with hand-drawn cover and illustrations. I started writing fic and fic-adjacent stuff a couple years later, but for a long time I didn’t know that that’s what I was doing, or that I wasn’t the only one doing it!

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

Mmmmm. . . Actually I really enjoy talking about WIPs, and I’ve been very lucky to have a couple of fandom folks look over early drafts, but mine tend to be so messy that I don’t ask too often. And IRL? Only 2-3 folks even know that I write fic, and for the most part we have such hopelessly different fandoms and tastes that I wouldn’t inflict my Silvergifting dubcon shit on them :P

6) Where is your favorite place to write?

My desk, which is by a window looking out toward the mountaiiiiiiins, Gandalf. . .

7) Favorite childhood book?

“book”? There was no one book. There were so many books. Just as a taste:

Asimov’s “Norby” series scared the shit out of me early on, but I kept reading them for years. (they’re terrible, btw, don’t bother)

The Hardy Boys were the *shit*

Brian Jacques’s Redwall. Otters! Hares! Eulaliaaaa!

Treasure Island, can i get a hell yeah

The Wizard of Oz, and all of its increasingly formulaic sequels

8) Writing for fun or publication?

Both! Fic for fun, papers for grad school and publication, documents for freelancing, and once upon a time, o!fic too. More on that below. . .

9) Computer or pen and paper?

Laptop all the way! I am lost without it, though I used to write everything longhand.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

Former English major and current Ph.D. candidate here, so yep, the whole range of ‘em! I’ve taken classes in creative writing (I always HATED these, hilariously enough), technical writing (still useful to this day with freelancing!), and theory/teaching (ok). Then of course literature - lit, lit, so much liiiiit.

I do love it, I swear, I just happen to get tired at the end of the semester.

11) What inspires you to write?

Mmmmm. Storytime!

I used to write o!fic, mostly sci-fi, and I was actually publishing on the semi-pro circuit up through undergrad. But it was very lonely. No, really - in o!fic, and particular sci-fi, no one cared really what others were writing about (we were all fighting for limited publication space and struggling to maintain purely original ideas, and if you ever said “sci-fi” to someone who didn’t write in the genre, there was sooo much judgment), and even when I did get things accepted, I never knew whether my work had any impact. Why did that particular piece get picked over everyone else’s? What worked, what didn’t? What did readers think? Who knewwwwww?

Then BBC’s Sherlock happened, and I came across FF.net, and then Ao3, and I am not even exaggerating when I claim that fic REVOLUTIONIZED MY IDEAS ABOUT WRITING changed my life. I could talk to people! Other writers! My readers! They told me what they liked and what they wanted more of and what they thought I did well! And I haven’t looked back since.

I love writing about interesting characters, and discovering why they are interesting. I love writing about places I/we think we know, and finding out that oh, nope, maybe I/we didn’t know them at all. And I LOVE writing about history, “real or feigned,” and how ultimately it is all about stories themselves being lost, mistranslated, misunderstood, changed to suit new needs, etc.

. . .

Sorry, that got long! Tagging @siadea, @simaethae, @prackspoor, @morgause1, @nelyafinwes, @thearrogantemu, @brazenbells, and @magpiescholar, if you’d like, as well as anyone else who might be interested!

#sorry long post is long #rc replies #meme #memery #shout it to the void #about the three cliches in a trenchcoat that are the blogger

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost, don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. @skeletonwithabowtie ((WOWEE THANKS!)) TAGGING. Not tagging anyone but feel free to do this! Seems like a good character dev. practice!

BASICS. FULL NAME : Nightshade / Humanverse: Natalie Shadestone NICKNAME : Nightie, kitty / Nat, kid, kiddo AGE : 200+ years / depends on thread but default usually teens to early 20′s BIRTHDAY : February 10th ETHNIC GROUP : Black cat / Caucasian NATIONALITY : Humanverse: American LANGUAGE / S : English / Humanverse: A little bit of French and Spanish thanks to school SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : (Thread dependent but by default) Single CLASS : Humanverse: Upper middle-class HOME TOWN / AREA : Samhain picked her up somewhere in 1800′s England / Humanverse: Some American suburbs CURRENT HOME : Sundown / Humanverse: Some American suburbs PROFESSION : Witchy familiar to the spirit Samhain, Potions expert / Humanverse: (Thread dependent) Veterinarian, Toxicologist, Forensics

PHYSICAL. HAIR : Black and medium length, just below her shoulder EYES : Green, always round and wide-eyed with excitement and curiosity NOSE : Cute as a button FACE : Petite, not as round and not as squarish. Somewhere in the middle LIPS : Upper and lower lip are both equal in shape and ‘fullness’. Often wears dark lipstick COMPLEXION : Fair but slightly on the pink side BLEMISHES : Humanverse: Used to be very pimply as a teenager but cleared up once she knew how to take care of herself SCARS : She had a very old scar which is like a ring that goes around her neck; a chafe wound from when she was still a cat and her previous owner put on a makeshift rope collar too tight and almost choked her. Others are miscellaneous, collected from on the job / Humanverse: Lots of small scars on arms and knees thanks to being a hyperactive little kid who couldn’t stop climbing everywhere TATTOOS : She has a spiderweb on the left side of her neck, which doesn’t symbolize much besides her liking spooky insects / (Depending on the thread, she may have others) HEIGHT : 4′11″ WEIGHT : 95 lbs BUILD : Small, petite, lean FEATURES : Despite her dark fashion sense, most of the time has a huge smile on her face. Her eyes light up when really happy ALLERGIES : N/A USUAL HAIR STYLE : Almost always wears her hair in two ponytails or pigtails. Rarely is she seen with a single, big ponytail or with her hair down, which she only wears when she goes to sleep USUAL FACE LOOK : Pink/Purple eyeshadow and dark lips, either shades of red or purple, never black. Doesn’t wear power unless to conceal something USUAL CLOTHING : Simple tops like vests, T-shirts, crop tops, paired with skirts. Sometimes with/out colorful or black and white patterned leggings. Shoes are usually platformed boots, rarely sneakers.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Deep waters. Despite liking all kinds of other poisonous creatures, snakes aren’t so much of a fear but they make her slightly uncomfortable ASPIRATION / S : To be the best witchy familiar she can be / Humanverse: To work her dream jobs which would be any of the professions mentioned beforehand ^^^ POSITIVE TRAITS : Excitable, Good-hearted, Optimistic, Friendly, Hyperactive, Chatty, Passionate, Determined NEGATIVE TRAITS : Impulsive, Childish (to the point of irresponsibility), Scatter-brained, Intrusive, Self-indulging, Impish MBTI : Campaigner (ENFP-A) “.. a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party… Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate..” ZODIAC : Humanverse: Aquarius TEMPERAMENT : Jolly SOUL TYPE / S : Performer “…outgoing, charming people with a strong sense of fun” ANIMALS : Baboon VICE HABIT / S : She talks waaaay too much and waaaay too fast, sometimes forgetting that not everyone can keep up with her pace or train of thought which often times is disconcerting if you’re trying to keep a conversation. She can jump from one topic to another pretty quick. She is often blunt with her observations, but is quick to apologize if she hurts anyone’s feelings. FAITH : Agnostic GHOSTS ? : Yes AFTERLIFE ? : She believes there are different ‘realms’ considered to be the afterlife, depending on what you believe REINCARNATION ? : Yes / Humanverse: She has yet to find compelling evidence to prove that it as a process exists ALIENS ? : Yes / Humanverse: She leaves the possibility for other life forms other than humans open POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Supports whoever isn’t hateful or a bigot who spreads hate to serve selfish agendas, who’d rather spend on themselves than spend on the people’s welfare ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : Doesn’t have a preference. Prefers comfort over extensive luxury SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : As a member of the mythos society, she is regarded as a highly skilled and strong spirit and is respected for her expertise with potions and for being Samhain’s trusted familiar / Humanverse: A well-liked character and active member of society. Popular to the point where almost everyone knows her, have a vague idea of her or at least heard of her in some form. EDUCATION LEVEL : Everything she knows was taught to her by Samhain, but has learned to improvise due to experience and thinking on her feet. / Humanverse: Above average, honor’s student.

FAMILY. FATHER : N/A / Humanverse: (Adoptive) Harvey Shadestone MOTHER : N/A / Humanverse: (Adoptive) Kelly Shadestone SIBLINGS : N/A EXTENDED FAMILY : N/A / Humanverse: Considers Sam and Axel to be her big brothers, and Granda Hallahan as her grandfather NAME MEANING / S : ‘Nightshade’ was given by Samhain due to her near-death experience of being poisoned. But her sharing Samhain’s ghoulish essence gave her the ability to resist any toxin/posion known to man HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : N/A

FAVOURITES. BOOK : Doesn’t really have one MOVIE : Too many favorites, keeps changing with time 5 SONGS : Same as movies but one of her favorite bands is Owl City DEITY : She adores the Egyptian goddess Bast for obvious reasons HOLIDAY : Halloween!!! MONTH : Can’t choose one month out of the twelve SEASON : Spring PLACE : Home WEATHER : Cold, sunny mornings SOUND : Trees and grass rustling in the wind SCENT / S : Butter TASTE / S : Anything sweet FEEL / S : Warm hugs, snuggling up to a warm body like lying atop of Samhain’s chest when falling asleep ANIMAL / S : All the animals NUMBER : All the numbers COLOUR : All the colors (But mostly black, pink and purple)

EXTRA. TALENTS : Cooking BAD AT : Drawing and writing cursive TURN ONS : TURN OFFS : HOBBIES : Eating, cooking, dancing, photography, more eating TROPES : PERKY GOTH IS PERFECT BECAUSE THE PAGE EVEN HAS HER FC ON IT, Genki Girl, Sweet Tooth, Bunny-Ears Lawyer, The Power of Friendship. Perky Female Minion and Villainous Harlequin work only in her Criminal verses. AESTHETIC TAGS : N/A GPOY QUOTES : ????

FC INFO. MAIN FC / S : Pauley Perrette ALT FC / S : None OLDER FC / S : None YOUNGER FC / S : None VOICE CLAIM / S : Can’t place anyone besides the voice I gave her xD GENDERBENT FC / S : If I had to pick, Logan Lerman

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : I would loooove it to be a Laika-style stop-motion animation. The first movie that came to mind would be Coraline, and I think it kind of suits her! Spooky but still a little colorful, whimsical and most importantly hopeful. If there was ever a movie starring Nightshade as the main character, I would use the Epilogue AU where it shows her being the guardian of the Veil after Samhain passes on. Samhain would be in the movie but only in flashbacks and to serve preface for the story. And Barty her familiar would be there, and maybe Axel comes into the picture later on. Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : Again something along Coraline’s soundtrack. Some parts are whimsical and upbeat, and some parts can transition to downright eerie for the more intense parts. Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : Nightshade the black cat was actually the first character I started roleplaying with, though I didn’t have an official RP blog then. I was sending asks to this Jack Frost character and then I decided to make my own blog and OCs and Nightshade was fleshed out into the muse you see today! I know she’s Samhain’s familiar but I don’t want people to think that she’s just an extension of his character and story when she’s her totally own person. Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : Her endless optimism and ability to be intimidating and childish at the same time.

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : If she were a real live person, I’d probably be annoyed with her inability to grasp personal space REAL fast. I’m okay with her being cuddly, but too much too long might grind my gears. And (though I haven’t seen it happen yet) I don’t like the way people might assume that just because she’s childish or easily trusting means she’s naively stupid. She makes rash decisions, sure, but experience has taught her to always have backup plan and to think on your feet.

Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : We both try to be as positive as possibly, for ourselves as well as for the people around us. We want to make the world a better place, even though we are small and we might not ever be enough. But we try, even in our small ways. Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : “Mun is totally sweet and kind and gentle and maybe sometimes says violent things but isn’t really a violent person deep down~ It’s funny how she can be so silly and scatterbrained sometimes, kinda reminds me of me! She can be a bit of a know-it-all sometimes and it’s annoying but I think she’s gettin’ better at that.. Mmmmm It bums me out when she gets real sad sometimes and I don’t know how to cheer her up, but when she gets back to smiling, it makes me feel a whole lot better cus she has a nice smile!” -Nightshade

Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : I can’t narrow them down because there are way too many but they’re all so very unique and interesting to me! Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : Writing for Nightshade is the easiest when I’m in a good mood. Sometimes Harlequin inspires the mischief in her and I get tons of ideas, and not just for her Criminal verses. Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : To be honest I started this late last night, like around 11:30PM, but then I got too tired, saved it in my drafts, and only got back to it this morning :D

#;headcanon (nightshade)#;everybody wants to be a cat (nightshade)#tagged #god this took forever #definitely not gonna do this for the other two lol

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