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shilo-sumac · 2 years

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heyooooo imma Shilooooo!!!!

((This blog is in character in the Pokemon universe. This may trigger unreality in some people. Ask me to tag any extra triggers. Some topics may be emotionally heavy, but not extremely graphic, and will be tagged. if you just want art, block the tag "in character"

Everything open! I'm new so could always use interactions:D))

last change 4/20/24, added a tiny bit to OOC section

im a pokemon rescuer, shelter, rehabilitator, trainer, uh. other things too! liiiiike ive made it into the Sinnoh Hall of Fame :3c ... uhhhhhh i try not to make too huge a deal about it aha........ me n my Pokémon partners are pretty strong and awesome and cool and adorable babies and neat tho. Born in unova, currently in wonderful Sinnoh.

heres my og team!

due to my passion and job i have a decent amount of 'mons that i can shift around as battlers as well as ones that are just pets. if i had to choose a team of six right now I'd probably go with these, but theyre subject to change, i love swappin around my partners so they all get turns.

im on a pretty huge (but small for an island technically) plot of land with a handful of facilities to help me out. it's on an island off the coast of Sinnoh, and its all dedicated to helping pokemon!!! while theres a good amount of land, i mostly do my work alone, so i have a limited amount i can reasonably care for. ... good thing sleep is for the weak

Rin the Zoroark also has access to the blog, she was the first friend i ever really had and ive known her for a real long time. she likes using human disguises to casually hang out in places that dont allow Pokemon. shes learned a lot of habits from humans, shes not the biggest fan of typing or texting though. she has personally assigned herself as my bodyguard and always is within hearing distance of me. shes the strongest Pokemon ive ever known!!!

now for Alistair... oh Ali, youre such a... guy. lets just say he has the personality of a spoiled rich kid and the knowledge of the world of a quarantined homeschooled agoraphobe. he might talk here sometimes or i might mention him, he owes me one so he helps me out around here. i know hes secretly enjoying it tho. or maybe not. such a sourpuss

[she has a normal amount of fingers I just suck at drawing all five, i also kinda imagine her dress thing looks structurally more like the hex maniac dress but I couldn't get it right]

Random Muse/Her world Info

Ooc stuff here! Hiya! I'm Ri! whenever I talk ooc I'll usually do it ((like this)) or otherwise mark it as ooc!

Main blog and follows shall come from Ridragon, you are welcome to follow me there, but it is not strictly a Pokemon blog, it's an all my interests and a diary all squashed together. I "spam" likes and don't mind if someone "spams" mine. I'm touched when people care enough to read and like. :3

All asks and any interactions open, I'm totally new to this so throw them at me. don't be afraid to send stuff! worst i can do is say ehhh not feeling it

For my own reference and anyone else here's a list of her current Pokemon, separated by who she battles with and who are just pets/retired. the list may be subject to change, depending on if she adopts out or loses a Pokemon to circumstance or adopts/befriends another.

eventually i hope to make these links if i get around to profiles... we'll see! all pokemon are going to be tagged as [Their Name] the [Pokemon Species] without the brackets. Tumblrs search system sucks though so, hopefully they'll be somewhat organized.

Battlers:

Non-Battlers:

Previous Pokemon:

Monarch - Vespiquen ♀️ [Returned to wild amicably]

#pokemon #pokemon art #Pokemon oc #Pokemon trainer #shilo #world building #in character

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natalieironside · 3 years

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Tag: Word Find CCXXXV

Aw yeah I got tagged in a tag game. Thanks, @zmlorenz I love participating

My words were night, near, new, and neighbour

NIGHT (found in Voidsong: The Witchling, chapter 3: The Night Market [i suppose i am not surprised])

The city of Ny Myrkhimmin took in drifters and outcasts like the eager embrace of a lover. The streets were bathed in perpetual midnight, the only illumination coming from intermittent and unreliable streetlights and lamps in front of ramshackle buildings. The air was ever frigid, the dome’s life support systems unable to quite keep up with the gnawing, biting cold of the frozen rock under their feet or the void over their heads. The air was thick with the reek of smoke and oil and food and garbage and life, and the narrow, tangled streets were ever loud with the racket of the comings, goings, and dealings of travelers from all parts of the galaxy. The two witches glided through the confusion like ghosts, though Saoirse wanted badly to stop and take in the spectacle.

Helga led her through the maze following the smell of smoke and, soon, of food. After a while, the impenetrable mire of crumbling buildings stacked dubiously atop each other broke away to a wide open forum cluttered with market stalls. The buildings along one side all had open patios and bars and flickering neon signs, filling the air with a toothsome smell. Saoirse gawked at the spectacle like a little girl watching tumblers at a carnival and muttered, “Oh, this is great.”

“Welcome to the night market,” Helga replied with an approving smile. “Now, what would you like to eat? We can find anything.”

NEAR (found in Voidsong: The Witchling, chapter 5: Ikayaki. Three times in succession, golly)

More storm-bolts struck the Black Wolf as it drew nearer to the eye. The ship shook, the lights flickered, and Nirtovi shouted, “Helga, you have to tell them to fall back! This thing’s storms are too much!”

“The shields will hold,” the voidwitch replied.

“Loki’s ropes! Between the shields and the siegebreaker, how much strain can your reactor take? It must be near to overheating!”

“The shields will hold for long enough. It is almost over now.”

The Black Wolf stayed fixed upon the injured eye as the wounded beast slowed in its turning. Soon they were close enough that the eye filled the whole of their vision as storm-bolts rocked the ship from stem to stern, and Nirtovi was sure they were about to ram into it, but as the siegebreaker fired one last time, the Black Wolf banked hard upwards, knocking them all—even Helga—onto their asses as their minds were nearly sundered by a deafening psychic death-rattle. Recovering themselves, they looked back out the viewports and saw that the light had now died in the kraken’s damaged eye, and that the beast was no longer maneuvering its ponderous mass to present them its arms and beak, but drifted in the void without spark or intelligence.

“Victory,” Helga whispered, a grin spreading across her face.

NEW (showed up in Voidsong: The Witchling’s epilogue, Two Homecomings, so I guess call this a sneak preview)

The dark elves cheered their approval, and Helga concluded: “But, before that, I would like to augment our skeleton crew a bit. I would like to make my own little homecoming.”

The dark elves’ cheers of approval turned into gasps of disbelief, and Nirtovi put a hand to her forehead and muttered, “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I have never kid anyone before in my life.”

“Helga, other than the many new and fascinating varieties of ice, what the fuck is on Isa?”

NEIGHBOR (I had to hunt far and wide for an instance of the word “Neighbor.” Out of all my active WiPs, I’ve used it exactly one time, in chapter 3: In the Family Way of my as-yet-untitled sequel to The Big Job so I guess you can consider this yet another sneak preview lmao)

Katya was too nervous to ask questions on the drive north, and Ash didn’t volunteer any information, but a painfully long drive through afternoon traffic on I-75 eventually brought them to a decaying residential suburb adjacent to a sprawl of housing projects. The house at the end of the lane where Ash parked the car didn’t look any different from its neighbors, save for a sign in the front yard. It was an obnoxious shade of pink and bore a black Venus symbol ending in a clenched fist.

“Oh,” Katya said, nodding, “this is one of those whatchacallit type places.”

Ash laughed. “Yes, Kat, it’s one of those whatchacallit type places. Now, this crew is pretty old-fashioned, and a lot of the signage and stuff is gonna be pretty . . . uh . . .” She snapped her fingers, searching for the right word.

“Cisnormative?” Nix offered.

“Yeah, that’s what it’s called. But I promise they’re good people, in a couple of relevant ways. This is where Jackie gets his testosterone.”

They piled out of the car and headed for the front door, which bore only a simple plaque reading “A Place For Women.” Ash opened the door and strode in like she owned the place, surprising the receptionist who sat behind a mahogany desk in the foyer. Without giving her time to react, Ash said, “Yeah, hi, we spoke on the phone a little bit ago. I need to see Dr. Farkas.”

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Oh heck yeah. Now it’s my turn uhhhhhh I tag @renniequeer @borinquenaqueer @red-the-dragon-writes and anybody else who wants to participate and the words are uhhhhhhhh fight, love, queer, confusion, and sword

#long post #writeblr #tag games #word find #voidsong

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zigtheeortega · 4 years

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out of time

✿ pairing: sienna x danny

✿ word count: 3354

✿ warnings: death, loss

✿ author’s note: well, i thought i’d just flesh out what we didn’t get to see, since i highly doubt they’ll expand on it since it’s off screen. it’s not my best work, but it was written out of spite so hopefully that makes up for the lack of quality LMAO. anyways, i tagged everybody who liked this post and added it to the end since there were quite a few! [sidenote: i wrote this post after i’d started this fic so if you see similarities, that’s why] i really hope you like it and that i did both sienna and danny justice!

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She sprinted down the hallway, pager still beeping erratically on her hip, the weight of the numbers enough to make her feel like she was slugging through wet concrete.

No, no, not him, please, not him, she chanted to herself, vision blurring with tears before she had the chance to let the negative possibilities set in.

He’s gonna be okay. It’s okay. We’re okay.

Thankfully she was only one floor away, taking the steps two at a time, shoes squeaking against the waxy floor. Sweat formed on her brow as she shoved through the stair’s exit door, pushing past every intern in her way.

Normally she’d stop to apologize, but not today. She didn’t know how much time she had. It could be minutes, and she wasn’t going to waste even a second apologizing when someone’s life was on the line.

She saw the small crowd forming outside of the room and barrelled towards them without a second thought, tearing her way to the front.

When she saw Spencer’s terrorized gaze, her chest tightened involuntarily. Her body covered the entrance to the room, so she could barely see into the room, but she did catch a glimpse of something that made her blood run cold.

A purple pant leg strewn across the floor, ankle relaxed, unmoving, peeking out behind Spencer’s side.

“Sienna, stop. You can’t go any further,” Ethan murmured, gently holding her in place with his arm.

“But I have to – Danny – he’s –” she struggled against his grip, lip wobbling.

“Please,” he said, more of a statement than a question, like he was holding back, too, the strain in his voice enough to stop her in her tracks.

She watched, helpless, as Spencer and Rafael scrambled to seal the room, Bobby convulsing on the ground, Travis passed out, and Danny getting weaker and weaker by the second.

It was like turning on the news and seeing tragedy after tragedy – she always felt absolutely helpless. Her empathy always felt like a curse in those moments. She couldn’t stop herself from feeling everything, whether she wanted to or not.

She wrapped her arms around herself, digging her fingernails into her side, rocking from foot to foot. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Danny’s frail form on the ground.

“Hey, I came here as fast as I could,” a voice huffed at her side. She turned, met with Jackie’s concerned gaze, hands on her hips as she panted, tiny sweat stains dotting her teal scrubs.

“It’s… All of them, Jackie, –” she couldn’t find the words to quite describe the soul crushing weight of the situation.

Bobby, Rafael, Spencer, and Danny… people that had been her emotional rocks through the lowest points of her life.

Bobby was her unsung hero. He’d keep guard while she cried in the supply closet so she wasn’t disturbed, in return for a dozen of her chocolate chip cookies. After the first few times, she brought him baked goods weekly regardless of whether she had a breakdown or not.

Rafael was her empath twin, as weird as it sounded. She’d branded them that as a joke, between giggles, on her late night break at the cafeteria. Despite it being stated jokingly, it was true – they found themselves confiding in each other each time they faced a difficult situation, bonding over the fact that their jobs took a lot more out of them than the normal person.

Spencer was her late night confidante, the person who she’d crawl into bed with at 3 a.m. after having another detailed nightmare where she was cursed with endless terminal patients. There weren’t that many people she’d platonically cuddle and sob until she was a snotting mess next to.

And Danny… he was the future. He was a vision of what she’d always wanted.

It took her too long to break away from Wayne’s hold. She knew he was toxic, but she didn’t want to admit it – how was she supposed to admit that she’d been wrong for that long?

With Danny, she was comfortable. He got her in a way no one else did. He had the potential to be every single role that her friends played simultaneously.

God, and she’d told him she needed time. She hadn’t properly healed from Wayne so she needed some time before she moved on and –

Now it’s too late, she thought to herself as she watched them wheel out Travis and Danny in glass cases.

And Bobby in a body bag.

“Holy shit,” Jackie breathed, eyes widening. “Fuck – Oh my god, Sienna –”

The tears were already flowing as she slammed her face into Jackie’s chest, body wracked with inconsolable sobs.

She’d never hugged Jackie like this before, as she hated physical affection unless it was… PG-13.

Jackie stiffened, but wrapped her arms around Sienna’s shoulders, patting her back, slowly melting into the embrace.

“We’ll visit him as soon as we can,” she said in her ear, holding Sienna up as she nearly crumbled.

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Danny’s body was still, the only movement his heaving chest as he took shallow, labored breaths, his normally warm skin tone muted, drained of color.

“Hey, it’s me,” she called as she closed the door behind her, voice shaky, tote bag at her side. “I hope you can hear me.”

No response.

“Uh… I brought some of our favs. Secret of Ninradell and some music to play so hopefully it makes your dreams a little sweeter – ” she forced a laugh, trying to keep her brave face. “I brought some cookies that I baked last night – uh, I’m sorry they’re not fresh – I –”

Her voice cracked, and she rolled her lips together to keep her chin from trembling. She dragged a nearby chair closer to the glass box, sliding into it, never taking her eyes from his face.

God, why did it have to be you? She thought to herself, covering her mouth with her hands as she cried, her soft sobs muted by the loud machines monitoring his vitals.

She popped open the cover of the hardback, highlighter in hand. “I’m gonna read this to you, if that’s okay? I’m highlighting passages that remind me of you,” she smiled sadly, watching his eyes roll underneath their lids. He was dreaming.

“I know you hate when I mark up books. That’s the librarian speaking, huh?” She giggled, remembering the time he told her about his job in the campus library, and his deep hatred for the Dewey decimal system.

She began reading, trying her best at different accents, failing miserably, but it distracted her from reality if just momentarily.

Her year had been full of blow after crushing blow, both professionally and personally. Losing Wayne, breaking the news to terminal patients, dealing with the toll it took on her mental health, as well as dealing with an intern that was using her – she wasn’t stupid. She just would rather suck it up than have someone upset with her that was supposed to look up to her. Stupid, but she couldn’t handle the thought of disappointing another person.

Hours later, voice hoarse, pages and pages marked up, her hands stained with neon yellow ink, she was drifting off to sleep where she sat – but a groan startled her awake.

“Uhhhhhh,” he moaned, visibly in pain, writhing uncomfortably.

“Danny? Hey, I’m here,” she rushed forward to the box, pressing her hand up against the side, hoping he could feel the warmth of her hand through the glass.

“Sienna…?” He asked, eyes fluttering open and closed. He couldn’t focus on her face.

“I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

“Good,” he croaked, weakly flopping his hand to touch the glass.

He didn’t know it, but those two words were enough to strengthen her withering resolve. She fell asleep cradling the glass, arm slung over the top.

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She was ripped from her sleep by intense beeping from the machines surrounding Danny, and she glanced down, peering through the glass at Danny’s quivering form, switching between violent shakes and gentle shivers.

She slammed the emergency button and quickly went to work trying to find the source of the issue, waiting for the nurses to come as back up.

“Danny. Danny, stay with me. Listen to my voice. Hold on, alright? Nurses are heading here now, and we’re going to take care of you,” she said calmly, betraying her shaking hands.

They set to work immediately, trying to keep him from slipping into unconsciousness, all four nurses working swiftly, nimble fingers and precise movements, never getting into each others’ way.

Sienna watched from outside as they worked, glass box open, desperately wishing she had a hazmat suit. Ethan and Jackie observed, giving calm commands.

“Sienna!”

She turned, eyes red rimmed from crying and lack of sleep, startling Elijah as he rolled to a stop next to her.

“Jackie asked me to send an intern up to bring you a hazmat suit… but I thought I’d bring it myself, to check on you,” he said, eyebrows furrowed, handing the folded hazmat suit from his lap to her arms.

“Don’t feel like you need to talk to me right now, alright? I’ll wait out here, if you need me.” He gave her a sympathetic smile as he patted her arm.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, hastily throwing on the hazmat suit and ripping at the zipper, growing more and more frustrated as it caught on her clothes. “Come on. Come on, come on –”

“Here, let me help,” Elijah offered. “Bend down and I’ll zip it up.”

She followed his instruction and squatted as Elijah glided the zipper upwards, patting her back softly when he was done.

And like before, she had no time to thank him. She didn’t want to miss one second with Danny.

She burst into the room, not disturbing the hive-like efficiency of the nurses.

She watched as they poked and prodded and worked tirelessly to keep him conscious. There was an undeniable tension in the air, stretched so thin it could snap at any moment.

The strained atmosphere of the room didn’t come from the doctors – it came from the nurses. Sienna knew how much Danny meant to his coworkers. He was always the first to resolve conflict and make people feel at ease.

They were tight knit; losing Danny would be a crushing blow.

“Please, Jackie, tell me what’s happening,” she said between panicky breaths, unable to contain her anxiety. “I need to know.”

“We’re trying to stabilize him… but we’re not sure what’s causing him to go into shock in the first place,” Jackie said, brows furrowed.

Three long, painful minutes later, his heart rate returned to normal, his whole body in a feverish sweat.

“That took a lot out of him,” Sienna whispered, watching a nurse press a damp, cool cloth to his forehead and neck.

“You know we have to get rid of your bag, right? It’s contaminated,” Jackie grimaced, motioning to the nurse that was zipping it into a sealed bag, about to throw it away.

“No, you can’t – I didn’t even get to finish reading Ninradell to him last night,” Sienna pleaded, rushing forward to the nurse.

“You can’t take it out of this room,” Ethan shook his head, his statement dismissive, but his tone of voice sympathetic.

“Can I at least finish reading it to him? I promise I’ll dispose of it properly. I just… I need some more time with him.”

“I don’t think –” “I’ll stay with her,” Jackie nodded, holding Ethan’s gaze. “Don’t worry, I’ll page you if anything happens.”

With one firm tilt of his chin, he left the room, presumably towards Spencer and Rafael.

“We think he can hear what’s going on around him, so it’s actually a great idea to read to him,” Jackie said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “It might help pull him through this.”

Jackie grabbed the bag from the nurse wordlessly, handing it back to Sienna. “You can take a break,” she said to the group of nurses anxiously huddled next to Danny. “We’ll watch over him.”

One of them started sealing the box, but Sienna stopped them with a frantic “Wait.”

“Keep it open. I’ll seal it later,” Jackie ordered gently.

She slipped into the seat next to him, holding firmly onto the edge of the glass.

Jackie must’ve noticed she was debating whether or not she should touch him, so she confirmed it for her. “You can touch him. Don’t be afraid.”

“But I am,” she said, voice cracking, tears threatening to spill. It was tiresome how much she’d cried over the past twelve hours.

She was thankful he’d held on for that long, but she had no idea when it was coming. From his steadily declining health as well as appearance, it was inevitable.

“I’m so scared,” Sienna whispered, refusing to look at her, eyes trained on the rise and fall of his chest.

“You have every right to be, babe. I’m so sorry,” Jackie said, striding over to rest an arm around her shoulders.

“I… told him I needed more time to be me, you know? I needed to figure out more about me because with Wayne and with surviving last year and the stuff with Spencer and Mrs. Martinez and – and –” she cut herself off, trying to regain her composure.

“You lost sight of who you were.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it. Everything I thought I knew was thrown out the window and it’s like I haven’t even had time to recover,” she said, her voice still wavering.

“I did the same thing last year. But you can’t beat yourself up about it. You never in a million years would’ve guessed that this could happen.”

Sienna took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to unravel the tight coil in her chest. “But he was the only thing making coming to work worth it. I like him a lot and I just… told him to wait.”

“If he had a problem with that, he would’ve moved on.”

She glanced up, met with Jackie’s soft expression, sympathetic and kind – so much different than the tough exterior she was used to. “Don’t blame yourself, Sienna. It’ll break you.”

She knew she was right, but the nagging voice at the back of her mind wouldn’t allow her to let it go.

She cracked the book open, flipping to the last page she’d read from, about two-thirds into it. But before she could start reading, Danny stirred.

His hand twitched, his fingers flexing like he was grabbing for something. Without a second thought she grasped his hand between her glove-clad palms, the book clamoring onto the ground.

“Sienna…” he whispered, trying to open his eyes, but they fluttered shut, like a weight pulling at his lashes.

She wanted desperately to see his bright eyes again, to hear him to reassure her that it’d all work out. That she’d be okay. That he’d be okay.

“Hey, I’m here,” she said, lightly squeezing her hand.

He moaned, presumably in pain, wiggling like he couldn’t stay still.

“How bad is your pain on a scale 1-10? I’m gonna count up and you squeeze my hand to stop me, alright?”

He gave a weak tilt of his chin, a single nod the only thing he could muster.

She began counting. “One… two… three…”

Nothing.

She kept counting, feeling a weak squeeze when she said “Nine.”

“I’ve never felt this bad before,” he whispered, Sienna having to lean in to hear him.

“Danny, if it’s a ten, you need to tell me,” she chewed the inside of her lip, already racking her brain for the best pain medicine that wouldn’t react with the mystery poison.

“It’s not at a ten…” He stirred, wincing, managing a weak smile. “Because you’re here with me.”

He sighed, like it took a lot out of him to say two sentences.

“That was so sweet,” she said, glancing up at Jackie, knowing her haunted expression would ruin the moment if she let him see it.

Jackie looked equally as upset, her jaw set, fists clenched at her side.

“Stop it, Dr. Varma… you’ve done –” he took another deep, shuddering breath. “You’ve done so much for me already.”

“So have you. You’re a trooper,” Jackie nodded, looking up at the ceiling. Sienna couldn’t tell if she was trying to hold back tears or keep herself from thinking about it. “Thanks for holding out for us, Danny.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can, though,” he said, gripping Sienna’s hand, opening his eyes unexpectedly.

She shook her head, holding his hand to her chest. “No, don’t think like that. You can hold on for a while longer. I believe in you.”

“Sienna… You’re my favorite person,” he breathed, looking up at her with a spark of life in his eyes, a contrast from the gaunt look of his face. His dark circles gave the allusion that his eyes were sunken in, a skeleton of who he was less than 24 hours ago.

It scared the hell out of her how quickly he changed – and how content he looked with slipping away.

“You have to let them test on me,” he squeezed her hand. “It’ll help.”

“No, you’re gonna be fine –”

“It’s okay,” he reassured her, a soft smile adorning his lips, pale and cracked. “You’ll be okay.”

He craned his neck, trying to hold his head up. Sienna slipped her hand underneath the nape of his neck, supporting him. He tilted his head forward, lightly pressing his damp forehead against her hazmat suit.

She leaned forward, pressing hers against the loose protective fabric, feeling the warmth of his skin through it.

“You can’t go, I – your family hasn’t even gotten to visit you –” She choked, the warm tears dotting the thick plastic screen, streaking down to fall farther into her suit.

“They couldn’t get here in time,” he said, matter-of-factly.

They sat there like that for a while. Her concept of time was thrown out the window as soon as she got the initial page, so it could’ve been ten seconds or ten minutes.

“Thank you for reading to me.”

She laughed, sniffling. “We spent all night talking about Ninradell, so it was only fitting I stayed up all night to read it to you.”

Another little while passed. Talking took so much out of him, that he had to take a few breaks between his speech so he wouldn’t pass out from exhaustion. “Don’t blame yourself,” he said, cutting through the silence. “You couldn’t have stopped this.”

She stared at her hands, clasped around his own, drained of color. He’d closed his eyes, so thankfully he couldn’t see her pained expression.

“I know. I can’t help but feel responsible for everything, even when it’s out of my control… I’m so sorry,” she said, voice breaking for the millionth time. She could barely form words without choking on them.

She cursed herself for not being stronger. Overwhelming emotion was enough to render her speechless, meanwhile Danny was pushing through searing pain in order to leave her with words she’d carry with her forever.

He’d mustered his last bit of energy to tell her to be kind to herself.

The machine behind him beeped. His heart rate had slowed to a crawl, and he was gone before Jackie could spring to action.

And when his hand went limp in between her palms, she let out an inhuman wail that no one, not even Spencer, had heard before.

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tags: @saintniceguy ; @part-of-the-circus ; @vandalasal ; @dudebro-lahela ; @averysheart-raleighsdick ; @cptnvers ; @bringing-back-socks-with-sandals ; @la-huerta ; @ironysyndrome ; @anotordinarygoldfish ; @pumpkinbutt ; @browneyedmissy ; @soo-empty ; @anonymous2094 ; @lumpyspaceprincessismybitch ; @lady-stirling ; @papinaveensbitch ; @writinghereandthere ; @unusualvisionsblog ; @beccadavenport ; @messofakind ; @violinet ; @serafinedupont ; @raleiighcarrera ; @pixeljazzy ; @pixelsandkink ; @altairadtaz

#open heart #sienna trinh #danny cardinal #sienna x danny #danny x sienna #my fic #jade writes choices fics #sorry if i normally tag u and forgot !!!#prob need to make a taglist but i am SO inconsistent im sorry #also im sorry if this isn't great LMAO again i wrote this out of rage and pure spite so #like i said hopefully that makes up for it !!!#very nervous ab this one !!!!#tw death #tw loss

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mckinlily · 3 years

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tagged by @void-tiger (thanks for the tag <3)

roses or daisies:

uh...both? Idk, I’m kind of a wildflower or at least variety kind of girl. Mixing big flowers with little flowers and other florist type stuff? Go for it. My team at work got me flowers when I had surgery last year, and they were really cool and sort of autumn-y but I know nothing about flowers so I have no idea what they were.

classical or lofi:

uhhhhhh...so I had no idea that lofi was a thing until just now. I know enough about classical music to appreciate it as an art form, but honestly my taste in music is super basic and just...bad. Music for me is mostly just background stimulation so I can focus on something else, so super predictable, all sounds the same pop music? Exactly what I’m here for. Won’t distract me.

sunrises or sunsets:

Sunsets. Does anyone really like sunrises better who isn’t trying to hard? (don’t answer that, I think I have members of my own family who do). But I love the spontaneity of a good sunset. Being able to just glance out the window and see a wonder of nature while you’re cooking dinner or whatever is great. Also sunsets are warmer.

honey or lemon:

Honey. It’s just so pretty and a unique color and watching it drip down all viscus and smooth...

coffee or tea:

I actually don’t drink coffee, so this is a pretty obvious tea. But I especially like herbal teas in the winter because they’re hot and just holding the mug is comforting and warms your up, but they don’t have all the sugar and richness of hot chocolate so they feel refreshing too.

enemies to lovers or friends to lovers:

Seeing as my favorite ship dynamic is “1000% committed to each other forever and no matter what + Mutual Awe/Respect” and THEN a dose of “Wait, what, you like me back????” I am definitely a friends to lovers girl. Honestly, stories that skip of the establishing deep friendship part often just feel off to me.

I don’t really like enemies to lovers if they’re actual enemies. But like, mutual irritants to lovers? “I started out annoyed with you but now we’ve gotten to know each other and oh crap, I think I have a crush”? THAT I can get behind.

rainy days or sunny days:

Sunny for sure. I don’t like when the sky feels too close and confining when it’s raining. And I just need the sunlight to feel like...awake and like a human haha. But I do like a big, powerful thunderstorm with warm rain. Unfortunately, we don’t get those where I live now. Just cold rain storms that feel like spikes of ice.

jupiter or mars:

SATURN. This answer is informed entirely by 3 year old me who read a “our solar system” book and immediately started making up fanfic about it got really into the solar system and cemented Saturn as my favorite planet. I was really angry as a 3 year old that Jupiter beat out Saturn as the biggest planet, so Jupiter is forever on my “bad” list. And Mars is just dry and boring. No, I have not updated my opinions since I was 3 years old.

aphrodite or athena:

Athena, obvs. Most my life, my goal has been 1) be the smartest person in the room and 2) know EVERYTHING. I’ve only recently learned the value of say...be kind. Which is actually FAR more important, but I still really like knowledge and learning everything I can.

Also, I love pretty and beautiful things, but sex and romantic love aren’t really my thing haha

rome or greece:

I’ve always gravitated a bit more towards Greece. Rome feels just too bureaucratic and “rigorous engineering” to me. I like the more open ended science-y and artsy vibe of Greece. But then, I’m a woman so I’d probably hate actually being in either ancient society. Instead I’ll just study it from a nice, safe, several centuries distance.

sun or moon:

Oooo, both are good but probably the sun. It has so much COLOR to it and so many interesting properties and mysteries (How is the corona so hot? What exactly cause sun spots? What’s up with the magnetic field). And like again...COLOR. Did you know that the element helium is named about helios because it was first discovered as mysterious lines in the spectrum of the sun. We didn’t find helium on earth until much later. Spectroscopy is awesome.

1920s or 1990s:

well I existed in the 1990s, so clearly that makes the 90s much better. Also, I never quite got what was the appeal and glamour of the 1920s. I will say the 20s fashion is better than the 90s fashion so there is that.

blizzard or thunderstorm:

Oh boy. So blizzards SOUND cool, but then it’s cold and I think about having to DRIVE in the blizzard because this is Colorado and what, you think we’re going to close for a silly little thing like snow? The after effects of the blizzard, when it gets all quite like it only can when there’s lots of snow, and the streets have cleared off enough but most the snow is still untouched? That is much better. And sorta magical. Although still cold.

I...think I like thunderstorms. I did as a kid, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen a good one. Also high winds freak me out now, which is new. Idk why.

midnight memories or made in the am:

[googles] Ooooooh, so these are One Direction albums? Uh....I’m trying to think of what One Direction songs I like, but I’m only thinking of That’s What Makes You Beautiful which kinda annoys me these days so idk

sage green or vanilla white:

...are these more albums? Screw it, sage green. Although not my favorite shade of green, it is my second favorite color so there.

folklore or lover:

Like the Taylor Swift albums, right? Honestly, for a while I couldn’t get into lover, but I listened to folklore for like a month straight. betty made me literally stop the car to listen because “wait. is this about what I think it is??? is it?????” I also really like cardigan, and I listened to seven on repeat for weeks.

But I recently--like just two weeks ago--started to listen to lover, and I like it too. The Man is just on POINT. I like the miss americana song and nice to have a friend.

Really, it just depends on the mood. Lover is more peppy and bubbly, and folklore is more low key, almost melancholy, and little waves lapping at the beach.

told you my taste is basic

croissant or macaroon:

Croissant. I like the idea of macaroons, but I haven’t really loved them in practice. On the other hand, flaky conduit for butter and carbs?? Sign me up!

ballgowns or pantsuits:

I would LOVE a ballgown if I had a place to wear it to. Why do we have fancy things to dress up for anymore? I want swishy and curvy and soft fabric and jewels....

I can not honestly see myself ever wearing a pantsuit.

hades or zeus:

I’m pretty hooked on Lore of Olympus right now, so Hades. But then, even in the source material, all the gods are jerks but Zeus makes them look like model citizens, so definitely Hades.

platonic love or sensual love:

[squints] “sensual love...” is this an allo thing??

Ahem. Platonic love. Emotional connection. That’s what I’m all about. I want it SO BAD and to see it portrayed in deep, loving detail in movies and books ALL THE TIME. Also, theoretically I like the idea of like cuddling and hugs, but some of my family really HATE it, so I find it hard to be touching someone and not worry they’re hating it or that I’m invading their space.

light academy or cottagecore:

I....what? I have no idea what this is. Is this a home aesthetic?

Fun fact: despite considering myself a fairly artistic person, I SUCK at interior design. I try and I don’t know what it is, but I am SO BAD at it. If someone could decorate my room/house to look better than if a 9 year old went at it, I would so grateful and it would a VAST improvement.

please help me

#personal #ask things #kinda?#at this point i'm just writing in the tags out of habit

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theraddestcowboy · 5 years

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OC Meme Compilation (part 1) (part 2)

Here’s part 2 of this whole thing, for Nikolai this time

I love this trash man and i want to give him more attention because he’s always been one of my favorite OC’s

COMPANION MEME

Name: Nikolai Tartakovsky

I think we should travel together: “Thought you'd never ask."

Use Melee: "This ought to be fun."

Use Ranged: “Oh good, I love showing off!”

Open Inventory: “Sure, just don't be surprised if they get lost. I don't exactly have a filing system."

Stay Close: (teasing) “Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."

Keep Distance: “I'm not exactly a sniper, but alright.”

Stealth: "I'll uh....I'll do my best."

Back Up: “Ouch, that's my foot!”

Be Passive: “If you say so.”

Be Aggressive: (confidently) “Can do."

Use Stimpack: “I need to get some more of those things.”

Wait Here: “Just don't leave me out of anything fun.”

Follow Me: “Ready to head out? I just got comfortable.”

Send him to the Lucky 38: “I'm not a fan of that place, but I guess I'll find something to do there.”

Send him Home: “If you need me, come find me anytime.” (can be found in whatever workshop in freeside Kerrian would be in)

Aggression: aggressive/not aggressive/very aggressive/frenzied

Confidence: cowardly/cautious/average/brave/foolhardy

Assistance: helps nobody/helps allies/helps friends and allies

Companion perk: The Devil Down Below (bonus damage against lakelurks)

Weapons: Gnife (pipe revolver with a bunch of bonuses to shooting from the hip and a knife stuck on it)

Karma: Good

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» AGE: Older than he should be (technically like 200 something)

» SPECIES: Human » GENDER: Male » SEX: Male » ORIENTATION: Bisexual » TITLE: the Silver Shroud

PHYSICAL ASPECTS » HAIR: Very very very dark brown » EYES: Blue

» SKIN: A bit tan » HEIGHT: 6'6" » WEIGHT: uhhhhhh idk

FAMILY » SIBLINGS: Fievel- younger half brother » PARENTS: Dmitri and i dont know if we ever named his mother

» GRANDPARENTS: God we wrote this down somewhere, the only one of his family members names i remember right now though is his uncle Vladimir » OTHER RELATIVES: Abagail- his wife, Kerrian- his son, Fenna- Not actually his daughter but he basically raised her so he's her dad now » ANY PETS?: Dogmeat Dogmeat Dogmeat (best boy) he also likes cats a lot SKILLS » PHYSICAL BUILD: listen im a thirsty bitch and cannot think of a way to describe his build that doesnt sound like im writing a bad romance novel » ABILITIES: Can Breathe Underwater (thanks todd), ages very slowly, can kick ass with the shittiest weapons possible, and does that all the time, my roommate keeps yelling at me for not using anything other than a pipe pistol like more than halfway through the game. Also will make friends with the edgiest loners he can find, and forcibly adopts any child who looks like they need a parent in a 50 mile radius

» SPECIAL : S7, P5, E6, C7, I5, A5, L10

» HOBBIES: Loves old naval shit, telling and hearing stories, music, and fixing up old junk

TRAITS

—— POSITIVE —— Aggressively friendly, like you cannot stop him from befriending you Good dad Compassionate Tactical Good at improvising Learns quickly

——- NEGATIVE ——-

Shortsighted A little too optimistic Terrible attention span Either forgets people too easily or refuses to let shit go Stubborn about weirdly specific shit

LIKES

» COLORS: Red and gold » SMELLS: Soap, flowers, clean bedding, oil and turpentine and stuff like that, sea air » FOOD: Soups and stews, anything his wife makes, any kind of pie » DRINKS: Nuka-cola cherry, tea » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: dark beer, bourbon, gin

This is the one worthlesssix tagged me in and i dont know what to title it

NICKNAME: Niko (the only person who really calls him that is his brother though)

personal

MORALITY: Chaotic Good

RELIGION: Jewish, but not really religious

SINS: greed/gluttony/sloth/lust/pride/envy/wrath

VIRTUES: chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Ukrainian, Russian, very bad at Hebrew, knows the word for “idiot” in a lot of languages

physical

BUILD: scrawny/bony/slender/fit/athletic/curvy/herculean/pudgy/plus size/average

HEIGHT: 6'6"

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Missing 2/3rd's of one of his fingers, a scar on his left eyebrow and later on one where his knee got messed up

favourites

PIZZA TOPPING: Tomatoes, spinach, anchovies, meatballs actually you know what he just likes 99% of pizza tbh i havent thought about it till just now but i feel like he would

MUSIC GENRE: Old old old swing, especially obscure stuff, 60's and 70's pop and motown, Dad Rock

MOVIE GENRE: Sci-fi, westerns, action movies

CURSE WORD: He's a sailor

fun stuff

BOTTOM OR TOP: Top

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Absolutely

LIKES PUNS: Loves them but gets angry when people say them anyway

#hes younger here because at the time new vegas takes place he's too fuckin tired to be even remotely useful as a companion

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chimochai · 5 years

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Five Little Things

Share 5 little things about yourself that people might not be able to tell without seeing you in person, and tag a few people you want to get to know! 💞

I was tagged by the beautiful @namstokyo, the life of the group chat🥳

Hmm🤔 I’m quite a boring human so... here I go

1. I’m v shy in real life, like SUPER quiet when you first meet me. When I’m with my family tho, I get yelled at for being to loud. What a toss up.

2. I have really good posture. My back? A board. My shoulders? Stiff. Hotel? Trivago. Tonight I ate dinner with my friend and she asked why I was sitting weird. Its called good posture, maybe u should get it:’)

3. I have a good amune system,,,, (that may be random but I’m only on fact three and struggling so...) I haven’t puked or got the flu in like 3 years ;-;

4. I’m the ‘nerdy’ one of the group. I have glasses, play the piano, and read. Where I live that’s an automatic +1 nerd card.

5. Oh goodness the last one.... the left side of my mouth goes up a slight bit because I smirk all the time. It’s really annoying because the right side is pouty :~\

Uhhhhhh sorry if we don’t really talk to each other but I don’t have a ton mutuals so,,,,, I shall tag: @shookethkookvin @gukgalore (I’m sorry, I know you’re busy) @sweetheartjeongguk @livelaughlife @hoe9for9kpop (hope ur doin all right) y’all don’t have to do this,, you can just ignore it. I don’t mind:’)

#twas fun #tag game #i tried #about me #not bts related

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scouring · 5 years

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writing i only did at like 3 am and didnt edit. possible title: sutter caswell is a gay, gay disaster. ill probably go back later and add way more stuff (like the actual hunt for cryptids) this is just a really short and rough thing?

love how i was gonna have sutter JUST think of jones as a close friend but now they have a massive unrequited crush on him u_u its ok though its not Sad (mostly. there is the uhhhhhh disappearance thing) its just cute nd one sided

Way back, or rather, only eight years ago, Cryptoville had been called Sunnyside. It was a typical name for your typical idyllic small town— so typical, in fact, that I could name nine other Sunnysides off the top of my head.

Though, to be fair, I wasn't sure if they were small towns or simply just towns. Or even idyllic.

It had been decided, with little consideration, that our supposed cryptid population was much more notable than the sun, which took more time to come out than I did, and that took fourteen years. Just the day after the name change was suggested, it became official. That's the terrible system of Cryptoville for ya!

...In short, my hometown has been a tourist trap since I was ten.

Of course, in a strange little town, you need to have strange little people, and one of those strange little people is me: Sutter Caswell himself, in all of her glory. If you could ever think I have some kind of glory, that is.

For proof of my having no glory, here's how I think it went when God made me. (If such a thing exists.)

"O-ho! Let's add in a dash of paranoia, a cup of clinginess, and just for shits and giggles, my special mixture: A pinch of everything bad, ever!" And then, He accidentally poured half the bottle in. Then, instead of redoing everything, He shrugged, and said "Fuck it, I want to see how this disaster goes."

So now I'm the extra strange one here, I guess. Even my friends seem to think so, to some degree.

And that's why, right now, I'm in one of those big concrete storm drain pipe things, looking for some kind of cryptid to draw in more tourists. Riveting.

It might be worth mentioning I'm not alone. The crew, consisting of Ed, Penny, Cassini, and of course, Jones, had decided to tag along—ohmygodholyshitwhatthefuckisonmyshoulder?

I shriek. I whip my head around to see... nothing, save for my friends holding back laughs

"...Eh?"

It's Jones that steps up first, taking careful steps to keep his camera steady. He picks up the something on my shoulder.

"It's all fine, little sun," he says, holding it out to me. "It's just a frog, see? Look, he wants to say hi." The frog croaks.

Little sun, huh? That one's new. Like all of his nicknames for me, it makes me feel... something. Something I really don't want to be feeling.

Jones gives me a concerned look. "You okay? You're staring like a dead fish."

I clear my throat and fake a laugh. "Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine! Just, ah, got lost in thought. You know me. I do that. Frogs! That's a frog. Yeah. Love those guys. They're so... froggy." I take the frog from him. It's... awfully cute, actually. Very round. Kinda lumpy. A little squishy. Like a rotten tomato!

He doesn't seem convinced. He looks me over a bit. Honestly? I swear I can hear the question marks in his head. But then, he covers his mouth and snorts. "You're so cute."

My face feels hotter than it should be. Is it hot out here? No, it's 45 degrees. Am I really sure it's 45 degrees? Are the effects of global warming happening now? Good lord, I'm too young to die. I'm eighteen! I'm barely an adult!

I bury my face in my elbow, trying to ignore the sounds of my friends giggling incessantly at me. What are they, a gaggle of immature teenagers? (They are.)

Oh, I'm a disaster.

#OC HOURS BABEY #.docx #.txt #hazel's ocs #sutter #jones #PLEASE DONT LOOK INTO THIS TOO HARD ITS VERY VERY VERY ROUGH AND NOT AT ALL FINISHED...#im forcing myself not to delete this

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taz-writes · 6 years

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25 Writing Questions

@whycanthisnotbeeasier tagged me in this pretty massive tag game, which is pretty cool! Thanks for the attention! Here goes nothing...

1. Is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

A few of them, for a few reasons! The most obvious is Book 3 in my Feilan series, under the working title Storm and Shadow (it’s edgy I know). Reason being, it just got too damn messy. The end of book 3 is the low point of the whole series in every available subplot--so many things go wrong, a few MASSIVE things happen that are game-changers for book 4, and it’s hands down the most difficult scene I’m going to have to write for this series. When it came down to it, I couldn’t do that. The real end of the story at book 4 wasn’t that clear to me either, which is a major problem. So what I’m doing now is working backwards, a little bit. I’ll return to the Purple Sands once and for all after I’ve tackled book 4 and I know where I’m actually going with this.

Also, I’ve been delaying work on a few other baby WIPs because they’re just not developed enough to see the light of day yet. But that’s pretty minor.

2. What work of yours, if any, are you embarrassed about existing?

Uhhhhhh... literally the entirety of the original drafts of books 1 and 2. They’re beautifully-written bullshit. Also there’s some really bad Homestuck fanfiction from six years ago still floating around the Internet somewhere under an old pseudonym of mine. I like to pretend it doesn’t exist.

3. What order do you write in? Front of book to back? Chronological? Favorite scenes first? Something else?

I like to write front-to-back, which in my case is the same as chronological. I’m a bit of a pants-er, and my outlines often don’t make any sense once I’m actually a few chapters in and I realize that the planned plot point coming next is painfully out of character (or just impossible in general). I tend to use the exciting parts as motivators to get me through when I get writer’s block.

4. Favorite character you’ve written?

Violet. Hands down, indubitably, Violet Ravenhart. She’s probably the best fictional character I’ve ever created--she has so many layers to her, and she’s so nuanced, and genuine and close to my heart in ways I never expected. I think I’ve done a really great job creating her, and I only hope I can write her as well as she deserves.

5. Character you were most surprised to end up writing?

Kyrina, I think... she was originally supposed to be something COMPLETELY different than what she’s become. All of my villains used to be really two-dimensional and flat, but Ky’s come the furthest away from there. She used to be an Azula expy? Now she’s just a dumbass.

6. Something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late / complicated to change now

Part of me wants to say that I’m proud of everything I’ve made, and I do plan to stick to my guns, but there are a lot of aspects of Feilan’s worldbuilding that are incredibly messy. The magic system is the most obvious... if I could go back and change that, and make it significantly less complicated and hard to understand, then I probably would. But the whole thing is built into the structure of the world, and I’m emotionally attached, and besides, it’s unique! It’s definitely got plus sides.

When it comes to things like that, I’m more likely to retcon or explain the weird thing than erase it altogether. Any dumb trope can work if you write it the right way.

7. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

Oh god, I love telling people about my stories. I talk about Being A Writer all the time! I don’t share my work very often, though.

8. Favorite genre to write

Fantasy!

9. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

I like to take walks, or just go sit alone in places. I draw my spirit and energy in writing from the natural world... when I feel drained and creatively empty, I go to the creek behind my house, or I take a walk around Schenley if I’m at school. It even helps to just sit outside for a while. Nature inspires me.

10. Write in silence or with background music? Alone or with others?

Depends on the scene! Always alone, though. Other people tend to distract me. I write with background music most of the time, but if I’m working on poetry or the scene is particularly intense then I turn it off. My writing style, especially in emotional moments, is very reliant on the rhythm of the words. Having music in the background interrupts the natural flow.

11. What aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

DIALOGUE. Dear lord, I used to be so bad at dialogue. I’ve also improved at plotting, but that improvement is... nebulous.

12. Your weaknesses as an author?

I like tropes, and I also like doing weird stuff. I often like both of these too much, resulting in plots that jump from point to point with little clarity. I’m also a consistent retconner, so my characters’ motivations and goals can change with little to no warning. I’m working on that.

13. Your strengths as an author?

I’ve been told that my prose has a very strong flow to it, especially in descriptive passages. So for all my faults with the construction of my stories, my actual mechanical writing is consistently excellent. And I’m also a fan of my character concepts, even when I don’t write them out as well as they maybe deserve.

14. Do you make playlists for your work?

Absolutely! I have spotify playlists for most of my stories and all my main characters. I don’t actually listen to those while I’m writing, I prefer listening to video game music, but making playlists for my writing is a lot of fun.

15. Why did you start writing?

Because I couldn’t find any books that told stories I wanted to read, so I decided I’d make them myself. I wanted to read stories with characters who dressed like me and thought like me and did amazing things without people questioning it all the time. Also, I wanted stories with fairies who weren’t vapid useless girly-girls.

16. Are there any characters who haunt you?

Most of them, at some point or another. All of my main characters in Feilan are manifestations of some part of me. I wrote Violet to cope with depression in high school, Dusk came directly from how trapped I felt when my parents wouldn’t listen to anything I said, Sayara is the physical manifestation of righteous fury against the world. So their muses lean pretty hard into me when I start running into those problems again.

17. If you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

Please use an outline. I know they “cramp your style,” but please, for the love of God, use a freaking outline. And figure out the ending FIRST.

18. Were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? What were they?

Yes!! Some of those were things I watched more than things I read, but it still counts. I was really into the Redwall books as a kid, and they’re a direct cause of the weird tropiness inherent in my early writing. I think I still favor a lot of cheesy tropes that I learned there--I like to think I write them with more nuance, though. The TV show Avatar was also a MASSIVE influence in how I create stories and characters. I mentioned earlier that Kyrina used to be an Azula expy, but on a larger scale ATLA introduced me to grey morality that works. Zuko’s redemption arc is on a level I strive for to this day. Rick Riordan’s books inspired my character voices, I’ve always liked his humor and his writing showed me that you don’t have to cling so closely to traditional grammar rules to write well. Fullmetal Alchemist was another big influence on my stories’ morality,

There are probably more, but I don’t remember any right now.

19. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, etc.?

See: Taz’s greatest flaws as a writer.

Jokes aside, I like to keep one single print paper outline for each story that I’m working on. I’ll write out notes to myself there, create a chapter-by-chapter outline, and edit things in the outline as I go. They’re a great time capsule of all the things I’ve retconned over the course of my series. Recently I’ve also started using Evernote to track things digitally, but I’m still figuring out how it works.

20. Do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

Both! Depends on the day. I write when I have the spark and the attention span, and I write for however long it lasts.

21. What do you think when you read over your older work?

Some of my old work is actually quite good! So I’ll appreciate that for what it is. The parts that are less good I laugh at, and I’ll send excerpts to my friends going “hey look at this ridiculous bullshit I created three years ago isn’t it funny??”

22. Are there subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

Yeah. There are a lot of uncomfortable things lurking on the periphery of Feilan that I’m super awkward with. Violet’s trans-ness is the main one that comes to mind, because I want to confirm it in canon but there’s really no way she would ever bring it up of her own volition. Sayara’s too stupid to notice anything and definitely wouldn’t be rude enough to ask about it if she did. There’s also, well, the fa Viandre situation. I’ve avoided going into too much detail about the abuse there, but every situation with Dusk and fa Viandre gives me the willies. I write it because I think it’s important, and it’s a powerful arc, but it’s fucked up.

More generally? Sex scenes are uncomfortable to write in general for me, I don’t mind reading them but writing them is super awkward. Romance in general can be that way sometimes. I just don’t know how to handle it.

23. Any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

I don’t know if there’s anything obscure, necessarily. I think being a musician helped my writing improve, because I’m very sensitive to what Sounds Good, and with poetry especially it’s become more of an instinct than conscious knowledge.

24. Have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

I wouldn’t say I’ve ever become an expert on anything in the interest of research, but I’ve become moderately proficient with a few things. I’m in the process of learning everything I can about conlangs so that I can finally give all my made-up words some internal consistency, so that’s cool. I took a couple group fencing lessons. I’m pretty lazy about my research, honestly, and when I don’t already know something I lean towards just making it up from wholecloth.

25. Copy / paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of.

I knelt by the crack, peering into it, hoping, even as the desperate stillness grew stronger and the silence did not change and time almost seemed to stop.

Cool starlight slid like molten silver through the shimmering gaps in the trees, sinking into the world around me. This cool starlight illuminated everything: the pocks and picks in ancient stone, and the knife-point edges of blades of growing grass, and the dust that had settled upon the little hiding place and the child’s bones it hid.

This is an old excerpt, from my newer draft of book 2. I think I wrote this almost exactly two years ago. I’m rather fond of it, though. This is Feilan’s aesthetic in a nutshell.

This was an essay at the end, but also a tag game, so... @jade-island-lives @firewritten @thewingwriter @lady-redshield-writes, if yall wanna do this, go for it! No obligation of course. :) Anyone else who sees this and thinks it’s cool, feel free to do it and say I tagged you, too!

#taz shut up #tag game #this was fun! thanks!

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alhaitham-shrine · 6 years

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@aperfectexampleofsarcasm had to go and tag me in a gtkm thing SO i guess I’ll do that instead of sleeping. I like doing shit like this :’’)

and I’ll tag @ratfuxk @relativelyjilly and @dyerink and that’s. all I’ve got

how tall are you: I tell everyone I’m 5′11″ but honestly? I think I’m 5′9″?? I’ve got absurdly long legs (at a lil over 3 feet) so it gives me the illusion of being taller

what color are your eyes: uhhhhh, blue? but also a bit green in the right light? once they were very gray and i had a five minute identity crisis

do you wear contacts and/or glasses: according to the optometrist, yes? but one, they’re just reading glasses and two, I forget that I own them so I won’t wear them until the migraines get too bad cause I’m stupid

do you wear braces: not anymore, thank fuck!! I have a permanent retainer along the back of my bottom teeth, though.

what’s your fashion style: occasionally feminine, mostly fuckboy? I dress in a manner that makes it hard to determine my gender/sexuality/age?? most of my shirts used to belong to my dad and I’ll wear skinny jeans in 110+ degree Fahrenheit weather. also i only own one pair of tennis shoes that i rarely wear because 90% of the time it’s black combat boots. and one pair of cowboy boots

when were you born: september 22, 1999! on that day in history the US spy Nathan Hale was hanged by the British in 1776 :D

how old are you: 18 but i feel like a 1950s housewife high on drugs. that’s not an age but like. yknoww

do you have any siblings: I have one half-sister that I know, then two other half-siblings that I’ve never met

what school/college do you go to: no school or college for this idiot, I’m disappointing everyone I know and avoiding school for as long as I possibly can

what kind of student are you: I was the sort that never did any work until the last minute and half the time I found ways to convince other people to do a lot of it for me. I was never dumb, and I excelled fairly well in history/english/theatre, but like math and science shit? I was really bad at it, so I’d work my way around that by befriending the nerds. I also refused to read a lot of books for english throughout high school simply because they were all shit but i also never read the cliff’s notes so to be honest? i have no idea how i passed. i’m a fast typer so in some classes when the teacher was asking questions i’d already have answers and shit queue’d up? all the teachers liked me but the asshole teachers? I was their Favorite because I, too, am a sarcastic little shit like them. (specifically my government teacher, advanced english teacher, and that final theatre teacher i had)

what are your favorite subjects: psychology, government and economics, theatre, english, almost any home econ class, and i already said theatre but like. ESPECIALLY theatre.

what are your favorite movies: The Labyrinth, Jumanji, Stardust, Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas, Hercules, Deadpool, Burlesque, Silent Hill, Grease, and I don’t know if I’d consider it a favorite but I watched Leap! today, twice, and cried both times so.

what are your pastimes: reading, writing (fiction and poetry), listening to an absurd number of podcasts, daydreaming, cleaning, drawing eyes on everything, drinking coffee, uhhhhhh. spinning really fast until the circles until the world is still a blur even when i’m standing still.

do you have many regrets: if there’s any one person out there that has no regrets, they’re probably a shitty 2D excuse of a person.

what is your dream job: I want to be a NYT bestselling author, that’s the job I want more than anything in the world, but there are a few other things that all equally come a close second so.

I want to get my doctorate in psychology, and I wanna work with either criminals or teenagers.

I want to make either short films or podcasts? I haven’t decided yet, but I’m too visual of a person to not take advantage of at least one of those.

I want to do more with theatre. I don’t think acting is something I could do, at least not anytime soon, but. I have so many stories to tell and, like with the films/podcasts, I’d love to just do one thing onstage. I love set building and the idea of choreographing every move to mean something it just. i love theatre

and, lastly, I want to just travel. I think I’d do this with any of these jobs, but I wanna go everywhere I can possibly go

would you like to get married: I mean in theory, yes? but I’ve never been provided with very good examples of healthy marriages so I don’t think that’s something I’ll be comfortable with for. a long time. BUT THAT BEING SAID, weddings? I love the idea. If I could just have a wedding without the actual marriage that’d be fantastic. I’ve been planning it out for so long I just. ignored the part where I needed a partner (basically I just wanna wear a fancy ass dress and be adored and eat cake??)

do you want kids? if so how many: I adamantly refuse to give birth to any living, sentient thing. My family doesn’t seem to grasp this but I hhhhhate the idea of giving birth. It absolutely horrifies me, and also? I just don’t like small children. I’ve got the patience of a hand grenade when it comes to small kids cause like. they can’t read?? I literally do not remember how the fuck i learned how to read one day i was illiterate and then suddenly i had a college reading level in third grade???? i can’t handle kids they’re just so. egh. BUT I’m okay with older kids? and also they’re the ones less likely to be adopted from the foster system so like. I wouldn’t mind, one day when I’m older, fostering older kids?

how many countries have you visited: I have not left Texas/Oklahoma since I was seven years old. someone please save me

what was your scariest dream: oh where do I start?

the dream where the rocking horse flies from Alice in Wonderland ripped the skin from my face? (I was five)

the one where I watched three witches perform an autopsy on my mom? (I was five)

the one where I continued to dig a bloody gouge into the side of my face and no one bothered to question it? (recent dream!)

I have been visited infrequently by a very large ant since I was about six?? but these were less dreams and more vivid hallucinations? the first time it happened i woke up in the middle of the night and watched this ant crawl across my body? and then another time in broad daylight i watched it crawl through a large dollhouse like it lived there? but it left when my friend returned??

do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other: i don’t know? i mean i guess not, not really? it’s weird and complicated, but it’s all good!! complicated is my middle name :’’)

put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping the first 15 songs: i have like a million playlists so I’ll just put the first song of each!

"When You Loved Me Least” by Michl

“Fine!” by Mal Blum

“Never Wanted to Dance” by Mindless Self Indulgence

“More Than Survive” from Be More Chill

“Girls” by Marina and the Diamonds

“All I Want” by Kodaline

“Traveling Song” by Ryn Weaver

“The End of All Things” by PATD

“Neptune” by Sleeping At Last

“Maps” by Keaton Henson

“Smother” by Daughter

“Fear of the Water” by SYML

“warm glow” by Hippo Campus

“Sleepover” by Hayley Kiyoko

“Whoa Whoa Whoa” by Watsky

#word vomit

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skittidyne · 6 years

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tagged by the amazing @h-lovely!

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on.

This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets!

uhhhhhh look i think we all know what i’m capable of so i’m not apologizing for what this list contains. but hey, some short snippets!

1. bbac 27:

“Guess you can’t do anything worse to him with all of that flopping about,” Taichi reasons, and Kenjirou shoots him a dirty look. “Where’s Tendou?”

Wakatoshi lets out a particularly pained sound, and Kenjirou hastily helps him from listing to the side so much.

“Is this something your healer friend can fix?”

Wakatoshi shakes his head, just once, then his head lolls so steeply that Kenjirou is horribly worried it might just fall off his neck. He feels sick at the thought.

Instead, Wakatoshi dies, still propped upright.

Athena lets out a warbling screech.

2. political intrigue 36:

“You’re staring,” Koushi says, gaze still out the window of the carriage, chin in hand, lips quirked just the tiniest bit to reveal his affections.

Daichi likes being one of Koushi’s affections.

“Perhaps I’m still in awe that I’m wedded to such a beautiful man,” Daichi says, half a lie, and relishing the lack of silver on his wrists.

Keiji snorts unattractively.

Daichi ignores him.

3: the will to protect 5:

“How much of this did Shirabu make you rehearse to say to me?”

“That’s not what you said next in the script,” Terushima replies, then dares to crack a smile.

And Futakuchi smiles right back.

Everything is still raw between them, but at least they can share the couch (at opposite ends) and talk. At least Futakuchi can kind of feel human with caffeine in his system and… when was the last time he ate? He can’t taste the bagel but his stomach welcomes it.

“You have a ring?” Futakuchi asks around the lip of his cup. “Like… a magic one? I thought there weren’t any more.”

4. snowed in sinja fic:

Ja’far accepts a horn of something strong-smelling with a benign smile.

He tries not to drink at public functions. As much as he loathes it, he and Sinbad have worked out a seamless system of passing drinks back and forth to make it seem as if Ja’far has finished whatever spirits have been given to him. Sinbad can hold his alcohol far better, and he is infuriatingly satisfied at Ja’far being the one to hand him more.

But at least a satisfied Sinbad means he is less likely to misbehave in other ways.

As the story lulls—a necklace is not as impressive to show off as a sword had been, after all—the inevitable comes up.

5. fake dating 6:

Mai wasn’t picking up her phone.

Kenji, all things considered, thought it a little fair to show up at her house. He wasn’t thinking, sue him. Or maybe he was thinking too much. Either way, he needed someone to talk him down from homicide. Or maybe just screaming himself hoarse in the rain like a cliche movie.

Or, more likely and worse: ruining his friendship with Aone—or making things with Kamasaki impossibly worse.

6. kaga’s bnha au:

“You said you saw Oikawa-san,” Kageyama says, awkward as all hell. Hajime looks up at him, and Kageyama automatically studies the far wall, trying too hard to seem casual. “I didn’t see him in any of the files, sir.”

“I can see that.” Oikawa Tooru is nowhere to be found in any of this. None of the photos of the hostages or the few villains captured match up. Several more got away, but no one had heard anything about any hostages taken with them. It’s possible there is more to this, things the police or heroes aren’t aware of, but a human being doesn’t simply disappear into thin air.

Twice.

But Tooru isn’t here. Hajime sees not a hair from him, including statements from other hostages. True, it’d been chaotic, and he doesn’t expect strangers to pay much attention to each other while they’re scared. (More training he’d undergone: learning to forgive civilians for being scared, for being inattentive, for being imperfect.)

Hajime sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and tells himself he’s too old to go through the stages of grief for a cold case six years old.

7. daisuga oneshot:

“It’s a contrast thing,” Suga adds, smoothing both hands along Daichi’s thighs until they reach his briefs, “so maybe something like schoolgirls, except without that weird power dynamic. I really prefer thinking that I’m going to fuck my very handsome, very wholesome husband than some young girl I’d be in charge of teaching. Teaching is very unsexy, anyway, I don’t know why people are into it.”

“You’ve never seen yourself in glasses,” Daichi can’t help but reply.

“I look in mirrors. We can’t all have the burning desire to come on glasses like you do.”

“I have never once shamed you for your weird fetishes, and now you come into my house, and tell me I can’t come on my husband’s glasses—ow!” Daichi glares down at Suga again, and Suga grins against him, teeth bright against Daichi’s leg where he’s biting him. And not at all in the sexy way.

8. tequila might make kurama’s clothes fall off but yusuke and hiei sure don’t:

“Please elaborate on that,” Kurama says, flatly.

Yusuke doesn’t give much thought to backpedaling or trying to figure out what sort of delicate demonic sensibility he might’ve offended, because well, his comment had been worded to evoke a reaction. He puts up both hands in surrender, because no one needs to get fed to flowers today.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot, I didn’t mean it like that,” Yusuke says, and Kurama’s expression doesn’t waver, though somehow it warms, just a few degrees. Yusuke wonders when he’s gotten so good at parsing out Kurama’s subtleties, but he supposes he’s always kinda been good with people. Demons, too, apparently.

(Maybe it’s just because he spends so much goddamned time staring at Kurama’s face. Probably not.)

9. kozume kenma’s guide to... something:

“You’re moping!” Shouyou exclaims like he’s delighted by the fact that Kenma suffers from normal human emotions.

Except he doesn’t. At least not the pining, sulking, moping kind. Pining is for a far-away release date. Sulking is for when Tora calls him short. And Kenma just doesn’t mope at all.

“That one,” Kenma says, nodding down the bar to a young man with a ponytail and a lot of freckles.

“No bet,” Shouyou declares. Kenma turns to glare at him. “That’s Tadashi! He’s in my class, and he’s half-tanuki. You won’t be able to get close without him smelling all the dog on you.”

“I don’t smell like dog.”

“Do too.”

10. sugawara koushi’s guide to wearing your new girlfriend’s clothes (results may vary):

But with two attractive people in close proximity (nevermind the way they’re both dressed; while off-duty, Akaashi prefers to dress like he’s just come from the world’s most fashionable funeral), the other patrons aren’t quite so skittish, and Akaashi is soon accosted again.

This time, it’s by a man with the ears and tails (two, both very happy) of a dog, and Suga bursts into giggles at how fast his tails are wagging. She can’t quite hear what he’s saying because of the music, but she can guess: Oh, you are the most beautiful dog person I’ve ever seen, I don’t care if you’re a werewolf, please do me the honor of stepping on me tonight and let’s howl at the moon together.

Judging on Akaashi’s tightening grip, Suga may have been narrating that aloud.

The stranger doggy man steps closer, and Suga’s best friend wolfy man steps back. Suga steps back twice to give them space, then decides it’s for her best interest to stop teasing Akaashi and maybe find another attractive stranger as company for the evening.

She gets two more steps before Akaashi tugs her back, this time sending her stumbling. It’s a good excuse for Akaashi to turn away from the man hitting on him. Unfortunately, even in flats, Suga is far from stable, and she not only manages to stumble into someone else, but she pulls Akaashi along with her.

The resulting domino chain catches nearly half a dozen people.

#tagged meme #god i have so many wips #i highly doubt all of these will be finished ever #i mean the multichaps yeah bc i'm working harder on finishing those #but we'll see #also my first foray into actual boku no hero academia fic isn't on here bc i'm a butt who hasn't actually started it yet #but it's a hilarious premise y'all will like it

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joyfuldamnation · 7 years

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my friend @sikenswinter made this literary questionaire and tagged me in it like a week or so ago and i finally did it!

i’m going to tag @neveronceintoit (you might do it) @glitterghost (i know you won’t do it :P) @irishforjane (unless you still hate me? if yes I DON’T TAG YOU) aaaaaaaaaaand… does anyone else wanna do this? its fun i promise

i • which character are you most similar to?

uhhhhhh harry potter? my mum read the books to me when i was a baby (and i eventually read them myself when i learnt how) so it makes sense that i’d absorb him into my personality

 ii • which character are you most dissimilar to?

like, every other character ever??? they always have to save the world and my biggest problem right now is the answers to some of these questions. paris, this is hard!!!

 iii • if you were in a zombie apocalypse, which character would you bring with you?

ANDREW MINYARD OBVIOUSLY. all his planning has got to come in handy. that and his ruthlessness would be great for…you know, the killing. and if he had to kill me i wouldn’t even mind tbh

 iv • what is your favourite au?

i don’t have a favourite au because i love aus in general. i love seeing people coming together in different ways and learning about the worlds people have dropped them in and the world building and UGH I JUST LOVE AUS

 v • what trope did you suspect a character would fall into but proved you wrong?  

i thought neil would fall into the trope of DYING and i’m very glad that didn’t happen

vi • what is your favourite genre?  

i don’t have a favourite but i have a least favourite? i don’t like contemporary. if i want to get out of my mind for a bit, i don’t want to get into another person who’s having problems with school or their love lives or trivial stuff like that. let me compare my “problems” to a man stranded on mars’ actual problems and see that things could be a lot worse lmao

vii • if you could write a book, how would you describe it in five words?  

what the fuck is research (because i’d make shit up as i went. probably have some sort of magic system)

viii • describe your favourite book in five words

exy idiots falling in love? stickball fanatic in horrible danger? small fox finds a family?

 ix • do you prefer guarded or open characters?

i prefer reading from the perspective of guarded characters bc i like knowing 100% of the information

 x • which three songs suit your favourite character(s)?

anyone else -pvris

keys - with confidence

damaged kids - broadside

i guess???? the last one is more the title of the song but whatever. i listen to the same songs over and over i can’t be trusted with making playlists

 xi • what fics do you wish there were more of?

just more andreil fics. nothing in particular, i just like reading about them and will probably reread tfc sometime soon

 xii • what’s your favourite line?  

….every single line i’ve ever read has left my brain

xiii • what line made you laugh?  

fuckweasel - the raven cycle

xiv • if you were paired up in a group project, who would you want to be with?  

adam parrish. i don’t need to explain myself

xv • if you could turn your favourite book(s) into a different genre, what would it be and why?  

…..i have no idea. tfc as a period drama? actually, now i think about it a tfc period drama sounds amazing. i want andrew practising what to say to neil the same way mr darcy did in pride and prejudice (2005). IMAGINE HIM (WITH ALL HIS CANON MOMENTS OF GENTLY TOUCHING NEIL) DOING THE HAND FLEX THING DARCY DID WITH ELIZABETH AFTER HE HELPED HER INTO THE CARRIAGE. oh damn, my joke got away from me. someone write it pls

xvi • which character would you be best friends with?

matthew donovan boyd

which character would you:

 i • go on a road trip with?

any one. someone who can drive

 ii • venture into the woods with?

not gansey, he’d probably die again

 iii • go on late-night escapades with?

magnus bane? I’M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS AND KEEP USING THE SAME BOOKS SO HAVE A TMI CHARACTER

 iv • cause trouble and get away with it with?  

ronan lynch

v • share a mixtape under the stars with?

noah czerny. we can both be pop punk trash

 vi • FIGHT TO THE DEATH

NATHAN WESNINSKI. the death would be mine but i’d do it

 vii • give up your entire mortal existence for?

neIL JOSTEN

 viii • go on a heist with and succeed?

six of crows is about a heist yes? can i choose them even though i haven’t read it yet?

 ix • be in a gang with?

just… all my favourite characters who’d look good in a leather jacket. ronan, andrew, draco…

 x • have a dorky handshake with?

matt boyd (yeah, i’m using matt again, leave me alone)

 xi • bring home to the family?

dimitri belikov

 xii • bake with?

who can bake? ronan in my pynch fic? i choose ronan

 xiii • fall in love with? (platonic/romantic/sexual, depending on your sexuality)

i’m already in love with everyone

 xiv • sit on a roof at 2am in peaceful company with?

andrew. joseph. minyard. i know he’d be thinking of throwing me off the whole time but if i were quiet he (probably) wouldn’t act on it

 xv • bring into a different book and explore with?

every character i mentioned (wait, not nathan wesninski) and we’re going to explore the star wars universe (there’s star wars books, it counts!!!!!)

#tag game #some questions i put a lot of thught into #and some are shitposts and you can tell #really proud of the tfc period drama idea tho #it's very long and I am sorry #long post

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ashesofeternity · 7 years

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tagged by @heartoverblade, ay thanks for the tag koji

1. Real name :

2. Nickname(s) : Teb

3. Fav. color: This oscillates a lot, but I guess the most constant one would be indigo

4. Male or female : Male

5. Nursery/Kindergarten : Shit, I don’t remember, but it was like, half here half in Japan.

6. Primary School : Here in Brazil it was in a place called Third Millenium College (college doesn’t mean that in here), that had a crazy director and I think it’s closed down by now lmao, but there one or two years were in Japan too, brazilian schools though.

7. Secondary : Saint Germain College (saying school sounds wrong but just take it to mean school alkçsdfjlksdf). Good name because if you go google that you’ll find like 7 just here in São Paulo lmao.

8. College : São Paulo Technology (Word that’s not university or college help what do I do how do I translate this) - Eastern Zone

9. Hair Color : Black

10. Tall or Short : Tall in here, but average around the world.

11. Sweats or Jeans : it’s too hot for sweatpants but jeans are evil so uh these comfy things that I don’t know how to call sjdkfgk

12. Phone or Camera : Phone

13. Health freak : I’m probably dying but I’ll only go to the doctor once I’m dead

14. Orange or Apple : Uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this is... hard... ... ... apple

15. Do you have a crush on someone : not specifically lmao

16. Eat or Drink : CRONCH

17. Piercings : no

18. Pepsi or Coke: coca

19. Been in an airplane : ay

20. Been in a relationship : nope

21. Been in a car accident : nope

22. Been in a fist fight : ...technically I guess

23. First piercing : none

24. Best friend(s): Raf OH I WAS WONDERING WHO I’D TAG IN THIS

25. First award : some best student shit when I was like 8 or something whatever

26. First crush : Grape juice. that tasteless vegetable, “why” are the keywords here for that situation which I barely remember lmao, but it was not cool and I was like uh 7 or 8

27. First word : how the hell would I know

28. Zodiac Sign: leo

29. Last person you texted : mom probably, I only ever text her lmao no one still texts here everyone just uses whatsapp instead

30. Last person you talked to: uhhhhh mom? IDK

31. Last person you watched a movie with : Lily

32. Last food you ate : yakisoba

33. Last movie you watched : Chicago

34. Last song you listened to : Cruachan ~ The Children of Lir

35. Last thing you bought : shit... I’m not... I have... no idea...

37. Fav Food : T U N A (well not really I don’t really have a favourite I love too many types of food for this but)

38. Fav Drink : C O F F E E

39. Fav Bottoms : underwear socks and crocs, my daily outfit

40. Fav Flower : uhhhhhh orchids?

41. Fav Animal : sto t

42. Color/s : HEY

43. Fav Movie : gh I DK I don’t have one that’s a hard fucking question

44. Fav Subject : uh idk the semester’s just started i don’t even remember them all lmao

HAVE YOU EVER:

(Put an X in the brackets if yes) (? when probably but not that I FUCKING REMEMBER)

45. [x] fallen in love with someone.

46. [x]celebrated Halloween.

47. [x] had your heart broken.

48. [x] went over the data on your cell phone.

49. [x] had someone like you

51. [ ¥(人 ᴥ◉‿ ʖs งo ᴥ ==ᴥ◉%人‿ ◉ʖ₩ ͜ ◉ 人‿ ᴥ ◉ᴥʖ) ¥ ] got pregnant.

52. [ ] had an abortion.

53. [x] did something I regret.

54. [?] broke a promise.

55. [x] hid a secret.

56. [?] pretended to be happy.

57. [x] met someone who changed your life.

58. [ ] pretended to be sick.

59. [x] left the country.

60. [?] tried something you normally wouldn’t try and liked it.

61. [ ] cried over the silliest thing.

62. [ ] ran a mile.

63. [ ] went to the beach with your best friend.

64. [x] got into an argument with your friends.

65. [x] disliked someone.

66. [ ] stayed single for 2 years since the first time you had a boyfriend/girlfriend.

CURRENTLY:

67. Eating : paçoca cake

68. Drinking : coffee

69. Listening : Sabaton ~ Resist and Bite

70. Sitting/Laying : Ehhhh laying

71. Plans for today: do the thing with the thing that you breathe, go to bed

72. Waiting for : gacha to be all four again so I can sepnd these 60 quartz aND DEFINITELY ROLL CASTER NERO

YOUR FUTURE:

73. Want kids : yes

74. Want to get married : yes

75. Career : Sell my soul to the system, make a shitton of money, spend it all on the gacha

76. Lips or eyes : eyes

77. Shorter or Taller : uh shor-ter?

78. Romantic or spontaneous : uhhhhhh both?

81. Hook-up or relationship : relationship I guess

82. Looks or personality: uhhhhhh bot h?

HAVE YOU EVER:

83. Lost glasses/contacts : just a part of my glasses, this little pin thing that keeps the right side together so I just fucking taped it because fuck this

84. Snuck out of a house : nope

85. Held a gun/knife for self defense : nope

86. Killed somebody : I hope not

87. Broken someone’s heart : not reaaaaaaaaaally

88. Been in love : wasn’t this already in the

89. Cried when someone died : ...fictional characters

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

90. Yourself : the only thing I believe in

91. Miracles : nope

92. Love at first sight : nope

93. Heaven : idk probably not

94. Santa Claus: saber alter

95. Aliens: they’re here

96. Ghosts : mm not really

TRUTHFULLY:

97. Is there one person you really want to be with right now : eh nah

98. Do you know who your real friends are : sure

100. Post as 100 truths : I mean, technically not, I redacted that first one, but otherwise

tagging @rafswildridethroughtheinternet @kyuubi-hime @justanothersaberface @kitragnell @sil-heart @blazingpride @unbenchthekench @a-swiss-panda @hazzoitalianfast

#guess why I'm tagging that many people #YES IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE ANOTHER MEME TO ANSWER AND I DAMN RIGHT AIN'T TAGGING ANYONE IN THAT

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frenchibi · 7 years

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Tagged

I was tagged twice, answeres under the cut!

The first one’s by @cheetahleopard to list my top 10 songs about love! (thank you friend, I love talking about music!!)

(in no particular order)

1. The Queen and the Soldier by Suzanne Vega (if you want something tragic)

2. La La by The Cab (for a more fun take on love)

3. Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab (for sacrifice & action)

4. May I by Trading Yesterday (for when you’re feeling soft and sappy)

5. Hey Brother by Avicii (for family love)

6. Hold back the River by James Bay (for devotion)

7. Wait For It from Hamilton (…it takes and it takes and it takes…)

8. Drive by Oh Wonder (for useless love)

9. Lost on You by LP (for melancholy love)

10. On my own from Les Misérables (for wishful thinking)

…I realize that most of the songs I listen to are like… Hopeful Songs™ and not so much songs strictly love-related so this was kinda hard xD

…and I was also tagged by @josai for the 92 truths game; ty ty friend :D

LAST… [1] drink: black tea [2] phone call: my brother [3] text message: my friend Alina [4] song you listened to: Go get what you want by Raphael Lake [5] time you cried: uhh… out of frustration most likely, I think in the week before Christmas? Tough Times™

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: nope [7] been cheated on: nope [8] kissed someone and regretted it: nope [9] lost someone special: yeah [10] been depressed: yeah [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: nope xD Don’t see the point in pushing things that far.

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] Phtalo blue [13] Magenta [14] Prussian blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: yeah :D [16] fallen out of love: nope [17] laughed until you cried: Heck yeah [18] found out someone was talking about you: doubt it [19] met someone who changed you: yeah :D [20] found out who your true friends are: nah, I’ve been pretty sure of my friends for years now [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: yup (my mom lol)

GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: I’d like to think everyone [23] do you have any pets: allergies mate [24] do you want to change your name: Nah, it’s good [25] what did you do for your last birthday: My friends prepared a surprise party for me, it was great :D I also had a singing lesson and went training, and encountered a gigantic spider in the shower. Fun times™ [26] what time did you wake up: 4am, 6am, 8:30am, 9:45am (etc., until I got tired of Not Sleeping™ and got up) [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: checking my emails probably? Trying and failing to write? Not Sleeping™. [28] name something you cannot wait for: I’m… actually not anticipating anything right now? ^^ My next choir concert maybe. [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: On Thursday, I visit my family a lot~ [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Less self-doubt. [31] what are you listening to right now: A playlist of relaxing songs and soundtracks, trying to maybe write something still [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yeah there was one in my class once, I’m sure I said hi to him at some point xD [33] something that is getting on your nerves: My health ^^ [34] most visited website: youtube, ao3, tumblr, netflix? Hm. Also a couple of sites with resources for work I guess [35] elementary: a tiny local one :’) [36] high school: a slightly less tiny local one xD [37] college: An institute for languages and interpreting [38] hair colour: brown w/ tips dyed red [39] long or short hair: Getting longer, not quite to my elbows rn? [40] do you have a crush on someone: nope [41] what do you like about yourself? I’m bubbly and energetic at most times, and I’m relatively good at making my way in life (I hope) [42] piercings: I’ve got three in each ear, planning to get a couple more maybe? Eh. [43]blood type: I… don’t know, actually? I think I must be A+ though? Hm. [44] nickname: French, Frenchie, Chi [45] relationship status: single [46] zodiac sign: pisces [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav tv show: Uhhhhhh right now I’m rly into Brooklyn Nine-Nine? And if we’re talking anime, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood!! [49] tattoos: None (yet?) [50] right or left handed: Right

FIRST… [51] surgery: I was like… 6, I think I had my tonsils removed? And later on I had a couple other surgeries lol [52] piercing: Ears, I was… 10? [53] best friend: @phea-chan; can you believe we’ve been friends for 17 years good lord how do you deal with this mess [54] sport: gymnastics, I think? Oh, no, skiing actually! :D [55] vacation: Ireland when I was one year old… I don’t remember it but the photos look cool lol [56] pair of trainers: I have no idea man

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: nothing [58] drinking: nothing (I should get some water) [59] i’m about to: Write, hopefully [60] listening to: See above? [61] waiting for: my mood to improve (aka my self-manipulation to be effective? Idk) [62] want: a better immune system man [63] get married: maybe, eventually? Idk. [64] career: I’m a legal translator and interpreter

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: both man [66] lips or eyes: hnnngh both [67] shorter or taller: it’s pretty hard to be shorter than me fam (idc) [68] older or younger: Idc honestly; nothing too drastic in either direction? [70] nice arms or nice stomach: idk man?? [71] sensitive or loud: are those mutually exclusive? I’m pretty sure I’m both lol, I don’t know [72] hook up or relationship: relationship [73] troublemaker or hesitant: I dunno, it depends on the person xD I like both, dON’T MAKE ME DECIDE THINGS

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? nope [75] drank hard liquor? yes [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? I don’t wear glasses :D [77] turned someone down: sort of? elementary school was brutal lol [78] sex on first date? nope [79] broken someone’s heart? I don’t think so [80] had your own heart broken? Happens [81] been arrested? nope [82] cried when someone died? yes [83] fallen for a friend: that depends on your definition of “fall for” and your definition of “friend” ahaha

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? I should. [85] miracles? Not really [86] love at first sight? Don’t think that’s how “love” works. You can find someone attractive at first sight, but to me love is more complicated than that. [87] santa claus? Nah [88] kiss on the first date? Depends on the date xD [89] angels? Not really

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: Chantal ( @notinvidia ) [91] eye colour: greyish-blue [92] favourite movie: currently Moana!!

I tag @lalikaa, @chxngsey, @marleeb, @paintbrushyy, @fairylights101, @snowflakers, @noodle-bird, @heirxx and @anyadisee - and obviously the people mentioned above :D You can pick one, or do both, or neither :’D

(also if anyone else wants me to tag them in these, cause they do seem to come up now and again, just shoot me a message? :D)

#French speaks #tagged #I love these dumb games #seriously though hmu if you want in #I never know who to tag anyway #and I don't wanna seem annoying D:

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Alphabet Tag

Tagged by: @jam-knife

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you’d like to get to know better.

Age: ?? I don’t know, probably 5.

Birthplace: St. Albert, Alberta, Canada.

Current Time: 5:45 p.m.

Drink You Last Had: Diet Pepsi. I’m practically addicted to the stuff. You can’t go wrong with it.

Easiest Person To Talk To: @ghosty-flavoured, the only person who tolerates my deadass shitposts. Thanks for letting me slowly kill you, Nat. :):)):):))

Favorite Song: It always changes. I could answer what it is right now (Angels by Vicetone), and tomorrow it could be some death metal song, then the next some overly-country Taylor Swift ripoff.

Grossest Memory: In 8th grade we were doing the whole dissecting frogs lab and when I cut open my frog I got a nasty spray of dead frog in my eye and mouth. I almost passed out, and i wasn’t able to finish the lab because my head was spinning (hey. this was warranted. dead frog tastes awful and it definitely doesn’t help your eyesight).

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw (I always thought it would be Hufflepuff... but I took the quiz and apparently I’m an Intellectual™).

In love: No? I intend on dying alone.

Jealous Of People: Boyyyy you know it. Though, when I am jealous I either suppress it enough for it to go away, or act on it and become better. Gain knowledge. Acquire power. Rule the world. You know the drill.

Killed Anyone: ?? I don’t know, probably 5.

Love At First Sight or Should I Walk By Again: This is under the assumption that I have eyes, and I would use said eyes to look at other people and not at more interesting stuff, like pawn shops. Pawn shops have some of the coolest stuff. Everyone reading this has to go to a nearby pawn shop and look at all the cool stuff. Trust me, that’s way better than love of any form.

Middle Name: Cheryce.

Number Of Siblings: Biological: 1. Otherise: 5.

One wish: That when I fake a suicide, it goes well. Namelessness means I can do whatever the hell I want as long as I’m careful.

Person You Last Called: Uhhhhhh the only number on my call history is from a couple days ago when I lent my phone to an Asian woman on the bus who was calling her husband. She told him that she wouldn’t be there on time to pick up their daughter from school and that he needed to. Also to bring her the pre-packaged cheese in the fridge. I remember this conversation well.

Question You Are Always Asked: “Really?” In any context. It’s always really. I could say 2 + 2 = 4 and there would be some guy who goes “Really?”

Reasons To Smile: You ever seen that one image of the guy with shades on, holding a gun sniper mode over a wall of anime figurines with a sign in the background that says “no girls allowed’? That’s the only thing that keeps me going.

Song You Last Sang: This one.

Time You Woke Up: 7:10 a.m.

Underwear Color: Black.

Vacation Destination: Mannnnn I’ve never been on a proper vacation. There’s this long ass process you gotta go through to legally take foster children across provincial borders, let alone to another country, or god forbid, a new continent. Canada’s fostering laws are insanely strict compared to the USA, and hiring someone to watch 4 foster kids for a week or so (never mind all the paperwork and background checks the babysitters have to go through) is just one big chore. It’s honestly just easier to stay at home and do nothing.

Worst Habit: I bite my nails. Not as bad as my brother, who when he’s out of nails he bites his knuckles clean off, but still dull enough to rid them of the white part and occasionally make them bleed. Still hasn’t stopped me, though.

X-Rays: I’ve never been through an X-ray recently, and the closest thing I’ve been through was an MRI back when I had orbital cellulitis (that’s basically because I didn’t blow my nose when I had a cold and some of the bacteria slipped out of my nose and into my eye, making it swell up all nasty).

Your Favorite Food: Duuude I could eat a tub of icing all day. Cream cheese, strawberry, buttercream, anything except that disgusting “””vanilla””” icing they use at Walmart when they ice cakes. You know the one. It’s a gamble whenever you buy cakes; are you gonna get the good icing? Or that plastic-y, I-was-mass-produced-in-a-factory icing? I’ve taken to icing my own cakes because I always get the ass-icing.

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio. You can’t even confuse November 13th with any other month. Plus, when that astrology geeks ask what sign I am, they always respond “Oh, a Scorpio, I knew it.” Honestly fight me.

I tag: @ghosty-flavoured @princess-of-anons @opalcat2004 @mimillion @masterstachegfx @emergency-broadcast-system and uhhhh any other people.. I don’t have enough friends.

#rehkefgjkerng #its a rare occurrence boys #a cryptid #i used proper grammar #like someone who actually knows something #(i dont. i know nothing)

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