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sphinxsmuses-archived · 3 years

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ooc: Alternate Verses/AUs for some of the Muses:

Fire Emblem Three Houses Diana: Diana’s mother is a noble knight of Faerghus, retired now after having a child, her father a Monk who used to be an adventurer. Diana would hear stories from both about serving the kingdom and seeing the world. Though adventuring around the world seemed fun, she decided to strive towards a path of being like her mother. At first she trained under her when young, then when old enough was accepted into the Academy under the Blue Lions house.

Knowing Dimitri is the heir to the throne, Diana tends to sway to training her hardest to impress him since she is aiming to be a knight of his someday once she graduates. Her hardworking and studious nature has some students frowning upon her, thinking her an overachiever, while others admire her.

Tsareena Gijinka Iyumi: (A Pokemon Gijinka version of Iyumi where she is a Tsareena. Prissy and can seem stuck up but is actually willing to help others. If you’re charming and caring, her personality flips and she becomes a lot more friendly and adoring.)

Genshin Impact Iyumi: Iyumi is a Electro Fatui mage on the prowl for someone cute she can call hers. To most she acts vicious and snobby, ready to electrocute them should they get on her nerves. But should she find the someone she wants, she becomes more adoring and flirty, chasing after them until she can have them. Which can turn into an aggressive chase should the other not want her.

Iyumi is a talented Fatui mage from Snezhnaya, obeying the Tsaritsa though sometimes goes off on her own in search of someone to play with and be her lover should they catch her interest. However her aggressive behavior and the fact that she is a Fatui has scared multiple people off, making her a bit hot tempered and grumpy towards others.

Pokemon Sword/Shield Diana: Diana is a trainer from the Galar region, aiming to become champion and quite strong already. Because of her knight themed team, she’s been called Lady Paladin by random trainers. Her team consists of Aegislash, Sirfetch’d, Escavalier, Bisharp, Gallade, and Ninetails.

She is friendly but serious in battle and can seem stuck up. But she loves her Pokemon and is loyal to them and her friends, willing to throw herself in a fight to protect someone.

One Piece Xia: Xia started off on an island of rich folk and snobs. She was given everything she could have asked for except one thing. Freedom. Her parents were terrified of the outside world, even of some of their own neighbors thinking they would try something drastic to get their fortune. She was kept inside for the most part, couldn’t make friends, could barely even set foot outside. It drove her crazy. She could take care of herself! Nothing would harm her. She tried every way she could to break free of the cage she was in. And then, she finally saw her chance when a pirate crew came to her shores.

The crew fell for her charms and looks and made her captain, blinded by their lust for her. Though she had never been a pirate or captain, she led them on one mission, to simply go place to place and have the fun she could never have when she was held like a captive bird back home. Knowing how easily her small crew succumbed to her wishes made her decide to branch out and use it more against others. Obtained the Inu Inu no Mii: Fox Model fruit on her travels.

Demon Iyumi: A demon AU for Iyumi where she is a demon princess wanting to find her king and become a queen! Though her stuck up, snobbish attitude tends to scare away others. However, if she has interest in you, her personality switches and she’ll be nice and adoring towards you, possibly even flirty. Though watch out, when she sets her eyes on someone she wants, she’ll do anything to get them. Also has a Disgaea verse where she is a wannabe Overlord!

Goddess of Darkness Iyumi and Goddess of Light Miyuki: Twin goddesses with not only polar powers but polar personalities. Iyumi is a snob and a bit of a brat, seeing herself as above all others (especially mortals) though secretly wants to find someone to love (and dominate over) and has a secret soft side as well. Miyuki is sweet and kind and has a very sympathetic heart, willing to help any mortals she comes across that are in trouble. Though she is also quite gullible and naive. The two bicker at times but try to work with each other.

Angel Miyuki: Miyuki or Miyu is a young angel of heaven. She watches over humans with great curiosity but also a sense of duty to protect them. She is quite interested in the mortal world and wishes to visit it one day. Though she is no warrior, she wishes to use her healing abilities to help anyone in need. Miyu cares a lot for all living things and sympathizes easily with others’ struggles, even demons and fallen angels. The innocent angel only wishes to help whoever in need in whatever way she can. Face claim: Nasse from Platinum End

Fairy Miyuki/Miyu: Miyu is a friendly fairy that lives in the forest. Since people who come there sometimes get lost, if she finds anyone with such a case, she tries to help them in any way she can to find their way out and be happy. She feels sorry for them and also as someone who was born in the forest, finds it her duty to help those who don’t know the area well. Miyu is however naive and desires to help everyone even if they might have hidden intentions, and is rather innocent in nature. She could never hurt anyone even if they were to try and hurt her.

Fate Series Emilia: Emilia is from a family that has some mages, but none of them have participated in the Holy Grail Wars. When she was born, they decided she would be the first to participate once she was sixteen. It sent her family into a feud, some saying that she was much too young to join the Holy Wars, others saying she would be old enough to handle it.

Her family is counting on her to summon a strong Servant like Saber and carry their wish on her shoulders, a wish to make their family famous with a name that will go down in history. But Emilia decided on another wish. Realizing how deadly the Holy War was, she decided on the wish to never have it happen again so no one else would be forced to participate like herself.

Final Fantasy 15 Diana: Diana grew up wanting to become a knight like her mother, her father a black mage she met on her travels. She was granted her wish when she showed great prowess in sword fighting and magic and was determined to do anything to protect her country. When trouble was heard brewing from the kingdom of Insomnia, Diana decided to start her journey as a knight early despite not being officially recognized as one and is traveling with her family friend turned her guardian, a moogle named Vico. Now she helps whoever is suffering under the empire and hopes to meet the prince one day to help him as well.

Club Singer/Information Broker Xia: Set in a time of gangsters like Al Capone, Xia is a infamous club singer, beautiful and willing to sell information she gathers from the patrons there for good amounts of money. She may be willing to pull other favors as well if there is something interesting for her to gain.

Villain Kyana: Kyana is a villain, her parents both villains but are rather comical about it. She is as well, coming up with catch phrases, monologues, and nicknames for the heroes who go against her. She never murders or kidnaps anyone, rather steals jewels or other cliche villain things.

#ooc #alt verses #aus for my muses #sorry for the huge pics #couldn't seem to shrink them without ruining quality

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ofsgraham · 4 years

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hello, lovelies! I’m poppy and cannot wait to get this party started. here’s a bit about graham and feel free to hmu or like this and I’ll come at ya!

♪ harry styles. cis man. twenty-four. he/him. ♪ is GRAHAM JENSON here again? gosh, they really love it here. they have been coming to reckless records for THREE MONTHS. they’re always requesting DISORDER BY JOY DIVISION to be played. everyone says they’re +TENACIOUS and +CHARMING but can also be -OVERLY-ANALYTICAL and -STUBBORN. oh look, they’re in aisle 10! ( ooc: poppy, 23, est, she/her)

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Full Name: Graham Brian Jenson Age: 24 Birthday: Nov. 7th Hometown: Upper East Side, NY Religion: Agnostic Occupation: Unemployed Tattoos: Too many to name but here’s a few: -hydra on his right side -sister’s name on his left wrist -koi fish (black and white) on his right calf Drug use: Yes, mostly pot Alcohol use: Yes (probably more than he should) Positive Traits: Tenacious, Charming, Intelligent, Protective Negative Traits: Overly-Analytical, Stubborn, Lazy, Self-Sabotaging

Bio/Background:

Born and raised in Upper East Side, NY by parents who both came from Old Money, Graham wished for nothing as a kid. He had the best schools, the most opportunities, and everything he asked for. Of course, there was a darker side to his family. His father was an abusive alcoholic, and raged terror upon him and his mother and little sister.

Graham took it on himself to defend his mother and little sister from the worst of it. Accepting his place as the true ‘man’ of the house. He would purposefully rile his father up so that he wouldn’t take his anger out on Graham’s other family. It resulted in far too many hospital visits, but given his family’s connections, they were able to cover everything up with ease.

Perhaps due to his family situation, Graham has always been a disappointment to his family. While his sister excelled in school and is on her way to becoming a success that their parents always dreamed of, Graham has fallen short in every category. He barely graduated from high school, and it was hardly the type of impressiveness that was usually associated with his family.

Graham dismisses any type of ambition, preferring to enjoy the moment and indulge himself in everything and anything he finds amusing. This created a rift between him and his mother, and made their relationship irreparable. His relationship with his father was always broken, but it became even worse when Graham got kicked out of college.

From then on, it was a constant party. He chased women, got written about in the New York Post, and was aimless. He created more than just one scandal, and was seen as an embarrassment and failure amongst his family and the other elite.

His parents decided they had enough of his antics eventually, and forced him to leave New York City. He traveled around the globe for a year or so, finding ways to entertain himself while keeping out of the eyes of tabloids as his parents instructed.

Then, his dad died in car wreck, and he was drawn home. For months, he cared for his mother, who could barely function given the loss. Despite his treatment, his mother still loved him, and Graham took it on himself to make sure his sister could continue school while he made sure their mother stayed alive.

It was only recently that Graham left New York, deciding that he needed a change of pace. He needed to find something to do with his life. For a while, he just drove around the country, looking for anything that would spark his attention. Eventually, he stumbled upon the town of Willows Peak. He never thought he’d end up in a place like this, but he doesn’t regret it.

Though he’s only been here three months, he already feels much more connected to it than he did with anywhere else he’s ever been. Still, old habits are hard to break. As much as he wants to find himself and do something important with his life, he isn’t sure he’s ready for it, or even what it could be.

Extras:

He has always loved music and books more than anything else. They’re the only ‘hobbies’ he really has. His collection of vinyl and paperbacks has accumulated greatly since he’s arrived in Willows Peak. It’s the only thing he’s ever really been passionate about, hence hanging out at Reckless Records.

His sister is really the only person he’s ever fully opened up to about struggles with depression and anxiety. He knows he should’ve talked to someone about it long ago, but his sister is the only one he trusts. Besides, he figures he can just brush it off and ignore it, like he does with all his other problems.

He doesn’t use drugs often, but he does probably drink a bit too much. Most of it is social, but he knows he can always turn to some whiskey if he’s having a particularly rough mental health day.

His father’s death impacted him in ways he still is figuring out, but he is afraid to face that, and chooses to push it in a corner of his mind where he doesn’t have to look at it.

Can be quite lazy as he’s never had to work for anything in his life and doesn’t have a plan to do so in the immediate future.

He’s a privileged boi pls come at him and tell him to get a job

Probably will fight for you

Momma’s boy we hate it here he just wants someone to take care of him

Probably a little too obsessed with tattoos and will go on and on about them or ask you a million questions about your own.

A disaster child lbr needs to grow up but also can’t really blame him entirely given what he’s been through

Wanted Connections (these are super super general as I like to come with specific plots depending on your muse(s) but just some vague ideas to throw out there):

Hook-up

Enemy/Person he fights with constantly (he’s annoying wbk someone needs to fight him)

Love/Hate relationship

Best Bro

Drinking/Smoking buddies

Dealer

Musical Soulmate

Person who reminds him of his sister (aka v v protective over them and only wants good things for them)

#recklessintro #abuse tw #alcoholism tw #depression tw #anxiety tw #background: 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 #it's been a hot sec since I've rp'd rip so have this mess I'm sorry

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icariahq · 3 years

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Thanks for applying Lauren! We look forward to seeing Jolene around the island. Make sure to send your blog in within the next 24 hours or reach out to us if you need an extension. Jessica Parker Kennedy is now taken!

( JESSICA PARKER KENNEDY, FEMALE, SHE/HER) ⌇ have you seen JOLENE JOHNSON around icaria? they are the 30 year old child of DEMETER. they remind me of FRESH COOKED MEALS, WARM LINGERING HUGS, A FILLED PASSPORT, and THE KINDEST EYES. They’ve been on the island for 1 week.

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OOC info:

NAME / PRONOUNS | AGE | TIMEZONE

Its'a me Lauren! | she/her | 30 | EST

ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE

to freaking long

IC info:

WHO ARE YOU BRINGING TO THE ISLE?

FACECLAIM: Jessica Parker Kennedy

NAME: Jolene Johnson

AGE: 30

BIRTHDAY: June 12, 1990

OCCUPATION: Chef, shes hoping to open her own restaurant soon.

HOMETOWN: None. She’s a military brat. There’s no one place she remembers as most of her childhood.

PETS: N/A yet! She wants a dog

POWERS:

She can manipulate food. She either can make it super healthy or super not no matter what it is. This ability has led to her being able to change what any one item of food is. Hand her an apple and she wants cake? Well now its cake. This allows her to make cool meals that you wouldn’t expect and to make things absolutely delicious.

BIOGRAPHY:

Jolene Rose Johnson was born to Demeter on a warm spring evening and exactly one week later she was delivered to her father, Charlton Johnson and his wife Rosanna. Rosanna had been rendered infertile four years before due to a bout with ovarian cancer. The two had been distraught, upset that they never got the chance to have a little girl. Something that Rosanna had desperately wanted. Their youngest, Victor, was now 5 and asking for a little sister; while the oldest, Chandler, 17 didn’t truly care other than knowing his mom was upset about it. They had just moved to Pordenone, Italy and Chandler had met a girl who worshiped the greek gods. She particularly was very drawn to Demeter and taught him about it. One night he left an offering for the goddess asking to bring a baby sister to his family.

Needless to say… Chandler was VERY surprised when Demeter herself showed up at their doorstep saying she was summoned. After a long conversation with Chalrlton and Rosanna a deal was struck, and a baby was promised, so long as they continued to make offerings to Demeter and teach the child about her. So that’s exactly what they did. Little Jolene was a sweet, easy baby. She barely cried, mostly cooed and was always watching. Rosanna started cooking with the baby on her hip, and that is the first real memory Jolene has. Memories of her mother teaching her how to cook. How to make delicious food that made people’s mouth water. She was taught from infancy that Demeter was her mother, that she would have special abilities and that she must hide them. So, Jolene did her best, but one of her skills? Well it was in cooking. She could make anything be utterly nutritious or horrible for you, she could make things taste delicious even if they were gross. But that was hard to prove… so she used these skills as a young kid to bake cookies for new friends every time her family moved.

You see, her father is an air-force pilot and her mother an air-force nurse, the two of them have made it so that each move is easy, so that the kids feel comfortable and most importantly; excited! They loved visiting new countries, learning new things, making new friends. For Jolene it was easy, her delicious food drew people to her, and she loved cooking for them. She loved making new friends and taking care of others. When she was 10 years old her family moved them to Icaria, Greece, they had a small air force base on another isle but many of the military family members lived on the other isles around the base – Jolene’s family just happened to choose Icaria… based on the recommendation from demeter. When they arrived they realized there were tons of other demi-gods here… specifically half siblings of Jolene. While she was older than them she loved them all deeply. (Over the years she bakes each of them three dozen cookies for their birthdays or if they tell her something awesome happened in their lives. She also made a point to always visit them – once a year for a week or two.)

This care and love, extended to all children too – so what was a demi-god to do when she was 15 years old sitting on the beach and sees a toddler suddenly manipulating the water around her? Well, knowing that humans were always off put and scared of demi-gods (She had showed a friend her ability to transform any food into other food and the friend called her a demon and thought she had been drugged), she rushed over to the little one and started to try to distract her from the water. Instead she made silly faces, she tickled the little one’s feet and started to build a sandcastle with her.

When the girl’s father turned around he was startled, Jolene was having fun, and 100% not phased by the bit of water that was supernaturally wrapped around her foot. No instead she leaned down quietly and whispered to the child “You have to be careful little one, people don’t always like seeing powers. You don’t want to scare them do you?” and with that the water seemed normal and Jolene gave a big smile to her – and her father. She ended up talking to the child’s father and offered her babysitting services and help any time he needed it. And for the next year and eight months, Jolene babysat little Maristela helping her in whatever ways she could, and watching her grow. She was heartbroken when her mom came home one day and told them that they would be moving to the Philippines. She had come to really love her charge and wanted to see her grow into a fine young lady and help her through things – but she knew this day was coming. She knew they’d move and be somewhere else… but that didn’t stop her from crying and hugging Mari and promising her that she’d do her best to keep in contact and make sure she was good.

She was 4 months from her 17th birthday when they touched down in Manila, Philippines. It was different, interesting but very different. With both her siblings long gone and off in college Jolene was adjusting to the first move without one of them with her. So she turned outward, looked for more friends, became even more of a social butterfly than she had already been. Jolene went to the gala’s her parents were invited to, she talked to anyone who would listen to a 17 year old… which is how she met Ulani. They stood on a balcony and joked about the bad outfits some wore, they talked about life and what they hoped to do with their lives, they talked about their ideals and then – protests. Lots of protests. They fell along the same lines and from that moment on the two had become friends. Jolene attended protests with Ulani, always bringing snacks and water to make sure they were well fed and not tired.

And just like with Mari, she was a bit heartbroken when just before her 18th birthday her father got a promotion and they had to move to Los Vegas, Nevada. She couldn’t just stay in the Philipines even if she wanted to; she was still a minor and well – college was coming up. She had to figure that out. So she moved once more. When she arrived in Vegas she met Max, the two hit it off instantly. They were friends first, but friends slipped into something more rather quickly. He threw her a big party at his parent’s Casino for her 18th birthday, she lost her virginity to him that night. She had really come to love him – so imagine her heartbreak when she decided to bring him lunch one day in their sophmore year of college and was told “Oh he’s downstairs”, she wonders down the stairwell only to hear a rather familiar sound – oh and then there was his ass – bare bottomed – fucking someone else. It was a sex club she realized quickly.

Jolene was heartbroken, shattered, and totally unsure of herself. She bolted back up the stairs, grabbed a notepad and scribbled out a quick note to him before shoving the food and note at the receptionist and vanishing. Within ten hours she had packed up all of her things and moved in with another friend across town. She avoided places where Max was at all costs while she worked on transferring her credits to another college. She ended up in NYC

New York was a dream. She hadn’t ever been and the second she stepped foot in it – she felt at home. She enrolled at the International Culinary Center and NYU. NYU specifically for business management while also going to ICC to learn how to cook anything and everything. She dated, cooked and enjoyed her time in NYC. She had her own apartment, her own friends and didn’t feel the need to up and leave after two years.Jolene was 25 when she met Wolfgang. The two bumped into one another and it was from that moment on they had a sort of – whirlwind romance. Things moved quick but – they hit a wall. After a year Jolene was ready to say those three little words…. Hell she had said them but Wolf…. He refused, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to do so. And as much as it broke her heart… Jolene ended things, telling him that she hoped to one day get married and if he couldn’t even say those words… well there was no hope. She still cares deeply for Wolf and hopes he’s well, hell she still sends him his favorite treats on his birthday even 5 years later.

Not long after the breakup with Wolf, and graduation from college, she was offered a job as a personal chef for some hot-shot mogul. So she traveled the world with her for three years, secretly lusting over the other woman and occasionally – very rarely the two would spend a night together and act like nothing happened. No Jolene kept a smile on her face and cooked food happy to travel the world, try new foods and make new friends. It was on one of these trips that they ended up in Australia and she took a day off to go to a renaissance fair. Something she had always wanted to do but never managed to get time to do. So donned in elf ears, fae wings and a pretty dress she wondered the fair just enjoying herself. She was hanging out with some drunk new friends when Cordelia walked up to her, asked for a kiss – and well. She had never been kissed like that. The two spent the rest of the afternoon together; walking the fair, talking, eating food and kisses. Lots of kisses.

Sadly – the next day Jolene had to leave and was on a plane to Japan. Since that day Jolene has been looking for her again. But life hadn’t been kind for the past two years in that department. Until, just last week Cordelia did a live stream telling the story of how they met, of course Jolene had no idea. She never watched live streams. But her friend did. Her friend remembered hearing the other side of the story and within minutes of it starting she had forwarded the link to Jolene telling her to watch and say something. But she was too nervous to do so. No, instead she just rewatched it when she was down and needed a smile. But, life has been kind in many other ways. She worked, saved up money and was finally ready to open up her own restaurant. But she didn’t know where she wanted to do that… until her mother appeared again, telling her to go to Icaria. She was already looking at going back to Greece, a place she had lived as a 10-13 year old and loved it. Her siblings on her mother’s side, had already been pestering her to come live on the isle with them, but her mother asking her to do the same? Well it was the straw that broke the camel’s back… so she packed her bags and decided to move there – at least for a little bit.

ANYTHING ELSE:

sorry another long bioooooo. WHOOPS

#icaria: accepted #submission

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kc-rp · 4 years

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Congratulations, you’ve been accepted!

Please send in your account and look over the checklist to make sure you’re following everyone and the tags for the rp.

Please welcome the following character:

HOLD! WHO GOES THERE? WHY, IS THAT [ISEUL BAODAI] THE [CROWN PRINCESS] OF [LOQOALA]? THEY DO LOOK [ETHEREAL] FOR A [WOMAN] OF [33] YEARS. DON’T THEY CALL [HER] THE [ELOQUENT AND PERSPICASIOUS RED LIONESS]? I’VE HEARD THEY’RE ALSO [SIBYLLINE AND CUNNING] THOUGH. DON’T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT BUT THEY DO LOOK AN AWFUL LOT LIKE [JAMIE CHUNG].

Plots they’re interested in:

Additional Info

The nightingales that sing across the seas, through icy storms and unfavorable seasons to spill secrets // informants & spies: a lesson is taught to every loqoalan child to listen and observe, think before acting for the misdeeds of foolish ones come back to haunt them while the wise are aware most living creatures have teeth in which to bite and how to avoid being bitten. it should come as no surprise as the emperor ages the more that is taught to his child to keep in mind that belief and act wisely in every step. this person or people are a steady hand in the dark, an ear open to hear the chattering of souls blind the fangs sinking into the flesh of lesser men. they are bits and pieces of a network of informants and spies who report to the crown princess to help keep her abreast of the situation at any given time. After all you can’t have the heir to the imperial throne traipsing around the countryside listening into many conversations from the shadows or unexpected places make sure Loqola’s interests are maintained. Separated from her father’s network of informants and spy masers this is a group she is directly involved in to have an idea of the state of things and beneficial information to her eventual rule. her ‘agents’ are generally marked by a pin of a small bird. They mean a tremendous amount to woman who wishes to establish her foothold further in the political game. Additionally, they allow her as the loqoala phrase sands to be wise and know which teeth will be bitten and how to ‘defang’ most potentially damaging situations. There is plenty of room to further define what this person or persons do and add whole other levels of depth to character development.

Bathed in kata’s light, beloved of moruk, friend of varis the curious lioness inquires about the world from a non-believer // teacher of sorts : undoubtedly Iseul knows of other lands from brief visits, books and secondhand accounts of the many places beyond imperial borders. still, there are questions to be had by one who wishes to fully understand cultures, customs, and the ways of life belonging to other peoples. it’s especially important to know more about the customs of her betrothed knowing its him who would leave his family to be the imperial consort. this person is someone unlikely that Iseul wishes to see the world through their eyes and touch on their understanding. teach her their ways for she is not heartless wanting to make any transition easier not just for a future husband but to even shed some of the grand mystique of Loqoala. It would likely be a friendly exchange of information teaching one about your culture and vice versa.

a debit is owed for a deed done: in their culture secrets, information and favors are more valuable than the gold other nations clamor over. be it a foreigner or a fellow countryman the red lioness owes a debt. perhaps not by her own doing but it is something she has taken upon her to repay and make the matter even. A future Empress is only as good as her word and it is a matter of honor and pride. It is no small matter and the things a debt from a royal could do for a life?

Optional Info

She is the eldest child of the current emperor and his first wife. She was born when they were quite young and have had two additional children. Their genders aren’t of importance but it is clear that they won’t inherit as she is firstborn unless something foul happens. ( two younger siblings, two cousins of an imagined cadet branch of the baodai. )

Iseul presents herself well and knows how to work a room but as a perspicacious creature. will observe and study. People often mistake this as an aloofness that fits with what little people know about Loqoala but Iseul like many people from her country is more that what they appear to be at face value.

She was promised from the age of 12 to Theodore Stoneward, Prince of Elysi as such a match was dubbed the most advantageous of choices. Politically it is an incredibly sound match but pressure has been mounting for them to finally marry to enhance peace between two massive nations. Personally, the couple still doesn’t know a tremendous amount about one another to speak entirely of love when the number of times you’ve met one another is far outweighed by a volume of letters written and travel across the world is not easy to Hazzard every other day. Iseul is not fully aware of Theo’s involvement with the rebellion but has suspicions. ( OOC: I did speak to C about this connection and C is okay with it! )

#kc.accepted #medieval rp #fantasy rp #oc rp #semi appless rp

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thebattlesheep · 4 years

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OOC Questions

So, what have I done?

Driven 100 mph - I never have, but I’ve been with people who have gotten pretty close. And it has always terrified me.

Ridden in a helicopter - No, and I would probably be terrified of that as well.

Gone zip lining - No absolutely not I will never.

Been to an NFL game - I’ve never cared much for sports.

Been to Canada - No but I really really really want to go to Canada.

Visited Florida - I mean, I’ve always lived in Florida. Sooooooo, yes.

Visited Mexico - I’ve never been out of the country before.

Visited Las Vegas - I’m not a well traveled sheep. I’ve been to Connecticut and New York and Georgia and that’s about it so far. But I really want to travel more.

Eaten alone at a restaurant - I have, yes. And it’s actually refreshing sometimes. Even though the restaurant was a college chick-fil-a so that only kinda counts I guess.

Ability to read music - Kiiiiiiiinda. I was in chorus in high school and I also was in the IB program, and the only option out of the electives that really interested me was music theory. I wasn’t the best at it, but it was neat. I would have likely absorbed more were I not an anxious wreck at the time. Though sometimes I do want to learn more music things and learn a couple instruments.

Ridden a motorcycle - No absolutely not I will never.

Ridden a horse - Yes! My aunt boards quite a few horses and when I was younger I went over and rode them all the time.

Stayed in a hospital - Aside from being born, obviously, I was there once when I broke my leg, and then another time when my tonsils were taken out, and then another time soon after that when I was actually vomiting blood after said tonsil removal in the middle of the night and had to be rushed to the hospital.

Donated blood - Nope, never have.

Been snow skiing - Also no. I’ve never even seen snow before.

Been to Disney World - Living in Florida, absolutely. I’ve been many times. We have a family friend who we always got tickets from for free, so we were actually able to go a lot.

Disney Land - Nope.

Slept outside - I don’t think so?

Driven a stick shift - Never have.

Ridden in an 18 wheeler - Once. My dad used to be a truck driver and he brought one of the trucks home once and he let me ride in it around the neighborhood. Though it might have been a smaller truck, I don’t really know.

Ridden in a police car? - One time our car broke down and we were stranded in a really bad spot so the police came and took us to the nearest gas station. I just remember that I almost lost my shoe in the mud and it was horrible.

Driven a boat - No, but I’ve ridden in a few before.

Eaten Escargot - No that sounds gross.

Been on a cruise - No but I think it would be pretty neat.

Run out of gas - I’m too paranoid to run out of gas. I don’t even let it get lower than a quarter tank.

Been on TV - Nope, that’s scary.

Eaten Sushi - No, and I really don’t want to. It just looks gross to me and I’m not interested at all in putting that in my mouth. There are plenty of other things I’d rather stuff my face with.

Seen a UFO - I mean maybe? Who knows.

Been Bungie jumping - No absolutely not I will never.

Been stuck in the house for days - I mean I voluntarily keep myself inside all the time. But actually stuck in the house? Only really during Irma, but that was only bad because we lost power and thus air conditioning, and it was the middle of summer and SO DAMN HOT.

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☆ GRETA CATCHLOVE —

BASICS

★ BIRTH DATE / 8 March, 1960 ★ BLOOD STATUS / Muggleborn ★ PRONOUNS & IDENTITY / she/her; cis female ★ FACECLAIM / Sydney Sweeney

ACADEMICS & ROOMING

★ PRIMARY SCHOOL / Ilvermorny, Pukwudgie House, class of 1978 ★ ACADEMIC PURSUITS / Social Sciences degree, Muggle Studies cohort ★ HOUSE & YEAR / Hufflepuff, first year

POINTS OF INTEREST

★ Though Greta had been born in Manchester, her parents were divorced before her third birthday, and by her fifth, her mother was jumping at a job opportunity in the States. By now her father had already remarried and her parents decided Greta going with her mother was the best decision. From there on out Greta lived with her mother in a one bedroom apartment in Los Angeles, California. When the bar-lights her mother had bought to decorate their place began flickering whenever Greta was in their presence, you could have expected the nasty shock to come from figuring out she was a witch. At eleven, she entered school at Ilvermorny as a Pukwudgie and graduated in 1978.

★ Greta’s mother had a new boyfriend almost bi-monthly, but when one finally stuck, she soon saw the best being brought out of her mother. It’s as though all of the pieces of the puzzle had fallen simultaneously, suddenly, and satisfyingly into place. Greta would be graduated by summer and her mother and boyfriend could jet off and travel the world like they’d been planning. She adored the idea of her mother being swept off her feet like she’d always deserved, but that left her with a question – what now? Not living near her mother so soon hadn’t been a thought in Greta’s mind, and there was no possibility of asking her mother to stay behind. She just didn’t want to be alone. She traveled back to her home country, now to London where her father lived with his wife and younger daughter to stay with them. They’d visited each other here and there over the years, but Greta couldn’t remember a time where she lived with her father for longer than three months. It was new, watching him balance Greta and his new family, which she knew was silly to refer to them as, but she couldn’t help it. In fact, she was uncomfortable enough to enroll into Hogwarts to get away – for yet another year. She chose a somewhat easy course to take as a Muggleborn with Muggle Studies, but she held the hopefulness that she’d learn more about Great Britain in the meantime and meet others in the country she could possibly be staying in for years and years to come.

★ They’d never been close, Greta and her father, but his job was something she’d always admired with a full heart, wide eyes, and lots of curious questions. Mr. Catchlove owned a toy shop in Muggle London called Catch the Wonder, granting wishes of young children all throughout the city. She’d worked there a couple of summers, watching in amazement and even feeling inspired to do something herself. Of course if there was anything she and dad would connect on, it was the child-like spark that still burned bright in both of their adult lives. Soon she began turning the drawings of children into stuffed toys, bringing all of their creations to life. It’s been a work of trial and error, but she hopes to start up her own business while attending Hogwarts. It will definitely keep her busy between lessons.

TRAITS

✓ optimistic; warmhearted; innovative ✗ gullible; easily flustered; sensitive

☆ OOC — WRITTEN BY KATY, SHE/HER

#greta catchlove #greta catchlove*#archived*

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ladyloving · 5 years

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@bloodycard replied to your post: I’ve been really tired the past few days (was...

ooc: Curious if you’re in some special teaching program down there? I was looking into doing that sort of thing before but was unsure how to go about it.

out. All you need is a regular old Bachelor’s Degree for the Visa requirements, to be able to fluently speak English (shocking, I know) and a genuine interest in teaching kids and the country itself/cultural exchange. You’ll need to do a criminal background check and some Visa paperwork if you’re accepted.

Japanese language skill isn’t needed BUT it clearly does help. I’m studying the language and I get by just fine on a daily basis with the bits that I know, but I need to get help from a friend or visit the local International center for translation help if I get some complicated paperwork to deal with.

The most popular way to do it is through the JET (Japan Exchange and Teaching) Program, but it’s quite a hard and a lengthy process. You need to write an essay and travel to a nearby Japanese embassy to interview and it’s pretty intense, and there’s so many who apply. I applied while I was still studying, did the interview, but didn’t pass haha.

There are also private companies that hire instructors such as Interac, Gaba, Heart, Peppy Kids Club, and a whole bunch more. They still need an essay and interview but the process tends to be much quicker.

I’m with Interac, myself. They have branches all over the country, and most people end up further out than me so you could be placed anywhere from big cities to rural villages. I’ve met English teachers here with Japanese wives and families who are going on like a decade or so with the company, teachers who are also studying alongside work to get full teachers licenses, and people who are just here for a year or two and just want to travel and enjoy their time here. People come from lots of different countries for lots of different reasons.

I say do your research and give it a shot if you’re serious about it. The names I threw out in this post should be a good start.

You also need a good chunk of money to start with, since you’ll be moving to another country and getting an apartment, furnishing it etc... And boy are apartment moving costs expensive here in Japan sdjfkjdsf. (It doesn’t help that my city is technically in Tokyo so if you’re further out then it’ll get cheaper lmao.) I had to work a full Summer whilst sleeping on my sister’s couch to afford it, but some people are super lucky and wind up with dirt cheap living situations.

There’s also similar programs in South Korea and China, but I don’t know very much about those. I think the Korean equivalent of JET is EPIK or something??? But I can’t fully remember jskdhfsd. They’re definitely out there though if those countries interest you too!

Good luck! I have a University friend who is coming to Japan soon after she graduates. She was inspired by what I did, had a lot of questions for me and she got an offer, so feel free to question and harass me whenever. uwu I’m happy to help where I can.

#bloodycard #( out of character. )#this is lengthy sorry #hfdskdsfdhfs #hope it's useful info anyway uwu

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dramaqueeenamby · 6 years

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Family Counseling (8)

Family Counseling (8) - Drabble

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A/N: It’s literally 3am here, and I’m so exhausted, but I said Wednesday and damnit you guys are gonna get a chapter on Wednesday!

So, this one is strictly backstory because I figured it’s time to partially answer the question as to why T was out here being a F Boi for all those years. I say partially because it is my belief that people can make their own decisions and take control of their own lives. But that’s all I’ll say on that. (:

This one skips around a bit, but it’s all in the past, goes in chronological order and ends with the events that occur in CACW. Also, if T seems too OOC, remember, my interpretation of him is a hypid of Comics and MCU.

No lines from the comics in this one ( I don’t think. Again, it’s mad late. Literally typing with droopy eyes). However, I like aesthetics and visuals so here are some pictures to words for this chapter. I.e. how I imagine ‘her’ looking and her outfit for this chapter.

Hope I didn’t miss anyone in the tagging! If I did, I apologize! Let me know! I’ll be sure to get you next time!!

Seeing all the love really makes my day! <3

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They didn’t fight that often, but when they did, things got ugly.

Partially because both of them were so strong-minded and neither were willing to back down.

Especially when it came to the Sokovia Accords.

“How could you agree to this? It is wrong! It is a violation of basic, human rights, T’Challa, and you know it!”

“You are missing the point, Y/N. How many more innocent lives must be lost before these people are finally reigned in?”

“These people? You mean people like myself?”

“You know that that is not what I mean. The Avengers-“

“The Avengers save lives, but I suppose they only need to be reigned in when it is Wakandan lives that are lost, hmmm?”

Up until that volatile exchange, they’d had an interesting relationship, one not even she could explain. They were friends, but they were also lovers. She would visit him in England while he finished getting his Ph.D at Oxford during her breaks throughout her own graduate school experience at NYU. Sometimes he would come visit her, it all just depended on who could make it work.

She knew when he and Nakia were on because boundaries were kept with the war dog sometimes being there when she arrived, T’Challa sometimes not even bothering to inform her prior to her arrival.

Then there were the times that the prince of Wakanda and the spy were off; those were her favorite and the easiest to decipher. They’d barely make it halfway into his loft before he had her up against the door, thrusting so forcefully into her, the pictures up on the wall often falling and shattering.

And she hated that. She hated that uncertainty that accompanied their arrangement, that “alternative” that always floated above her head because no matter how much she tried to convince herself that T’Challa lover her the way she loved him, she knew that wasn’t the case.

He would have permanently ended things with Nakia and made her his girlfriend, but he didn’t, she was simply kept on the back burner, called for when he needed council and a set of legs to go in between.

At least, that’s what it felt like for her.

Nevertheless, she accepted it because she loved him, and love is truly blind.

+++++++++

“What troubles you, my son?”

T’Challa looked over at his father.

“Nothing, Baba.”

King T’Chaka laughed and looked out the limo’s bulletproof window. “Surely, you do not expect to engage in diplomatic relations with a troubled spirit?”

T’Challa revealed a small smile, almost embarrassed to think that he could hide anything from his father. “It is…It is y/n.”

The older man stilled. “I figured it was.” He took a deep breath. “I gather she is not in agreement with your acquiescence to the Accords.”

T’Challa exhaled deeply and ran his hands over the pants leg of his suit. “She believes them to be invasive.”

“And what of you? What do you think?”

He paused and took a moment to gather his thoughts.

“I have a duty to my country, to my people, to always put their safety first,” T’Challa spoke with the utmost conviction, but he was unsure as to who he was trying to convince.

T’Chaka nodded slowly. “Being King…it requires difficult decisions, sacrifices, and certain situations arise that not everyone who is not of our culture will understand.”

“Y/N is Wakandan, Baba.”

“Hodari is of Wakanda, but her mother was not. My son, you must understand that the trace and influence of the mother can never nor should ever be erased from a child.” T’Chaka advised. “Y/n cannot help who or what she is; however, it is vital that we, that you, also take heed to these moments to remember why she can never be your queen.” A beat. “Wakanda must never allow an outsider to sit on the throne.”

The words cut deep, a reminder of his father’s closeted view on their ways of life. A reminder as to why he could never give the woman he loved more than what he currently did because, in the long run, he would end up hurting her.

But he already was, toying with her emotions, with her heart. It wasn’t fair, not to her. But he couldn’t give her up, and he knew that was selfish of him, one of the few times in his entire life that he was selfish, but he wasn’t ready to accept the fact that he could never be with Y/n in the way that he truly wanted.

If only he could find the strength to tell her that.

+++++++++

She’d just finished up Maladaptive Behavior & Psychopathology when she noticed the other students whispering among themselves, sharing their cell phone screens with one another. She’d learn that could only mean one thing.

Something had happened whether in the terms of actual importance domestic, foreign, or in the entertainment field.

Knowing the students in her class, she tended to believe it was some superficial news revolving around a family who was famous for Bast knew what considering they had absolutely no talent.

However, as she passed the lounge, she happened to glance up at the television where she overheard the last bit of the correspondent’s statement.

“…..and among the dead, King T’Chaka of Wakanda.”

“What?” She whispered.

Or so she thought.

“Yeah.” A student came up behind her and shook his head, a sad look in her eyes. “Terrorist attack. Bombing in Sokovia. Representatives for 117 nations were there for the signing of the-“

“Accords.“ She breathed, eyes still glued to the television as she clutched her phone.

The brunette nodded. “They’re still conducting a search for possible survivors, but the king is the latest to be confirmed dead.”

“What of the others?” Y/n snapped her head to turn to look at the young woman. “The other Wakandans. Prince T’Challa and the other representatives?”

He mouth opened, but nothing came out but stutters. “I didn’t realize that there were others. Like I said, this literally just came out within the past hour or so.”

“Thank you.” She spoke abruptly and practically sprinted to the nearest restroom, locking herself in the largest handicap stall. She grabbed her phone and hit the third favorite in her contact list. “Come on, Baba.” She started to pray to Bast, as each ring made it harder for her to breathe.

“Y/n!” Her father finally appeared as the call switched over to FaceTime, a few cuts and such on his face but other than that he appeared to be fine.

“Glory to Bast.” She released a shaky breath and shut her eyes. “Baba, I just heard….King T’Chaka…”

“I know…” His head dropped, and her heart sank. The nation had just lost its leader, but her father had just lost one his dearest friends.

“I am so sorry.” She whispered, and when he said nothing, she finally garnered the courage to ask. “Baba…where is T’Challa?”

“He is safe.” He confirmed, and she leaned her head back against the wall. “But he is not holding up well.”

“He just lost his father, Baba.” She reminded with a grimace. “This is not something-“

“You do not understand, daughter.” He interrupted with a newfound sense of urgency to his voice. “The pr-the king has made a vow to kill the man responsible for T’Chaka’s death.”

“What?”

“He was….he was right there when the blast occurred…I fear that seeing it happen has had opposite effect on him.”

Y/n grew quiet. Her mother’s murder struck absolute grief into her….

“He is blinded by rage….” She spoke lowly before shaking her head. “You must speak with him.”

“I have tried. He is beyond reason. At least, with me….”

She diverted her eyes. “We…we are not on good terms right now, Baba.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek.

“He listens to you.” She sighed. “Please. If he kills this man-“

“Wait, he already knows who it is?”

He paused. “I will start the preparations for your travel arrangements. It is not safe for me to share such sensitive information over the airway.”

“Baba-“

With that, he disconnected the call.

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Along the ridiculously long flight to Sokovia, Y/n learned that not only had T’Challa gone after the culprit, an alleged Bucky Barnes in Romania, but had been apprehended for interfering with an international case and was being detained in Berlin along with Captain America and Falcon.

Being redirected twice allotted her a lot of time to get caught up on everything.

She felt the eyes on her, most judgmental, as her father argued away with a certain Agent Ross who continued to grill her father on “what the hell she was doing there.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Wait in there, please.” Agent Ross instructed as he lazily motioned to a room that contained Steve Rogers and an African American man.

She was momentarily starstruck by Captain America but soon recalled that not too long ago a certain lover of hers was involved in a battle with America’s favorite superhero not too long ago.

She turned to look at her father.

“Baba?”

“I will handle this. Do not worry.” He spoke in Xhosa as the two disappeared down the hall.

She took a deep breath and entered the room.

“Well hello,” The black man with a charming smile and suave voice was the first to talk. “How you doing? Perhaps detainment ain’t so bad, after all?”

Y/n squinted her eyes in recognition. “You must be the Falcon?”

His smile faltered as Steve chuckled. “Okay. What happened to secret identities? Break a couple international laws and all of a sudden due process is thrown out of the damn window.”

She smiled. “Relax. No one told me anything. It just makes sense. You being in here with…” She turned around to face Steve who was sitting down at the edge of the table. “Captain.”

“Please.” He gave a slow nod. “Call me Steve.”

“And I’m Sam.”

“It is an honor.” She extended her arm and shook their hands. “I wish the circumstances were a little different.” A beat. “I am Y/n.”

“So, Y/n,” Sam took on a flirtatious tone when he said her name. “What they got you in for?”

“I am here of my own volition.” She said vaguely, not wanting to reveal that she was specifically there for T’Challa.

She was enjoying the conversation and had a feeling that letting them know her true intentions would ruin that.

Steve gave her a strange look. “Your accent…”

She withheld a frown. So much for reminding incognito.

“I am Wakandan-American.”

“Ah,” Sam muttered, a disappointed expression on his face. “You’re here for the cat.”

“Sam.” Steve scolded, before turning his gaze back to Y/n. “Are you his…

“I am here to try and reason with him. T’Challa is….the man you see now is only a shadow of who he truly is.” Again, she was careful with her words, unsure of how much she should reveal. At the end of the day, they were still on opposite sides of the battle.

“Sounds like you two are pretty close,” Sam noted.

A small smile crept on her face. “He-“

“Y/n?”

She looked over at the door to see him standing there, a surprised look on his face. She didn’t know what came over her, but she suddenly forgot where she was, forgot about their last shouting match, forgot everything.

She pushed herself out of her seat, moved across the room, and threw herself at him. He immediately latched his arms around hers. She mumbled into his chest I’m so sorry in Xhosa, hating how she felt him tense from her words of consolation.

They stayed as they were for a few more seconds before pushing her back and cupping her face.

“What are you doing here?” His eyes kept darting from her eyes to her lips and she could tell that he was fighting the urge to kiss her.

She placed her hands on his wrists and looked at him. “What are you doing, T’Challa?”

He sighed and kissed her forehead, lightly trailing his hands down her sides. “Come with me.”

She took his hand as he led her out the room. She didn’t realize until they were halfway toward his private room that she didn’t say goodbye to Sam and Steve but that seemed trivial in the grand scheme of things.

“You should not have come here,” T’Challa warned as he closed the door to his private room. “It is not safe.”

“My father is worried about you.” She slid her bag off her back. “I am worried about you.”

He avoided her eyes. “All will be well soon enough.”

“No.” She shook her head and marched up to him, forcing his face into her hands as she made him look at her. “You do not get to do that with me. Fool these Americans with this aloofness, but do not think for a second that your charades work on me.” A beat. “He would not want this, T’Challa.”

She saw it for a moment. A spark of the old T that she knew return at the mention of his father, but it was gone just as quickly as it came.

“The dead have no wants.”

He gently pulled her hands from his face and walked past her.

She pushed her lips together and looked down. “Killing Barnes will not alleviate your pain, T’Challa. It will only plant a seed of rage that will eventually consume you.”

“Do not pretend for a second that you understand-“

“Of course I understand!” She spun around and matched his loud tone of voice. “You know that if anyone should know that it’s me!” They stared at each other before she asked him a question. “Why do I feel like you’re pushing me away?”

He furrowed his brows. “What?”

“There once was a time where I could get through to you, where you would at least contemplate my advice, but it seems as though as of lately you continue to put up this wall between us.” A beat. “I suppose I am only of use when you need your sexual appetite appeased.”

“Y/n-“

“No-“ She put up her hand and grabbed her backpack. “I love you, T’Challa, and it is because I love you that I cannot stand here and watch you do this.” She turned to walk out the door, hand on the knob. “I will not stand by and watch you lose yourself to hate.” She shut her eyes. “Bast be with you.”

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Y/n didn’t like tears. She just didn’t. She thought them healthy, but a waste of time. She much preferred to talk about the cause of tears rather than actual crying.

That’s why she tended to hop in the shower when she felt a good cry coming on.

So after her not so pleasant exchange with T’Challa and after asking her dad to book her a ticket back home, she headed straight to her hotel and went straight to the shower.

She was currently on her third shower. At that point, her skin was so red and warm, she hadn’t bothered to put clothes on, just settling on a towel.

Each shower was accompanied by a good sob.

She cried for the loss of her king, she cried for T’Challa, and she cried for herself.

She hated that she wasn’t more patient with T��Challa, knowing how stubborn he was. Then she hated how she always seemed to give him chance after chance. It was as if nothing he did was terrible enough for her to cut him off, for her to finally let him go, and move on with her life.

Would this be enough?

Would killing a man be enough?

She had a sick feeling in her stomach that the answer was no?

That made her cry even harder.

She had exited the bathroom and was tightening the towel and looked up to find him sitting on the edge of her bed. “What the-“ She grabbed her heaving chest. “For Bast sake, how did you-“

“How did you do it?”

She sighed. “Do what, T’Challa?”

“He was…there…alive….and then he was just…gone..”

She licked her lips and slowly approached him. “The first thing is you cannot blame yourself.”

“I was right there.” He said more to himself than her. “I should have noticed sooner. I should have-“

“And I should have killed my mother’s murderer’s with just the thought,” she interrupted and placed a hand on his chance. “The only thing that contemplating hypothetical scenarios do are create cognitive dissonance. You will destroy yourself if you do not forgive yourself.”

He looked down at her, a vulnerability and passion that she’d never seen before burning in his brown eyes. “I can only do that in the event of his demise.”

“His death will not fill that void, T’Challa. Nothing will because it never goes away. It just gradually gets better over time, and with the love and support of family, friends, and the people that you love.” She spoke with honesty while tugging on the sides of his shirt.

He gave her a questioning gaze but pulled the shirt over his head and allowed her to lead them to the bed. “What are you-“

“You need an outlet.” Was all she said.

He grabbed her wrists as she started to unbuckle his jeans.

“No.” He shook his head. “I won’t take advantage of you. Not after you have made your feelings clear-“

“T’Challa-“ She sighed and shut her eyes. “It is not taking advantage of me if we both want it. You need an outlet, and I need…I don’t know. I just know you well enough to know when your mind is made up, and you have already decided that you’re going to kill that man, and I don’t know where that will leave us.” She allowed the words to flow freely and without a filter. “So tonight is just about….release.”

And release he did, he’d always been an attentive and adaptive lover, giving her whatever she wanted.

But that night was different, he was aggressive, forceful, not so much as to cause her pain, but as to where she could feel his pain.

It was almost lovemaking on an empathetic nature, and it scared the shit out of her.

But when she woke up that morning and saw that he was gone, empathetic mattered not, she realized that something had to change, she had to change.

She couldn’t do it anymore.

She had some decisions to make.

She just hoped that he could live with them.

She just hoped that she could live with them.

#Black Panther Imagine #t'challa x reader #t'challa udaku #T'challa imagine #t'challa #captain america #steve rogers #sam wilson #oneshot #drabble #black panther fic #tchalla #tchalla udaku

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sphinxsmuses-archived · 3 years

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ooc: Alt. Verses/AUs!

Fire Emblem Three Houses Ai: Ai Malificia is a Golden Deer student. A little shy but friendly and kind to all, Ai mainly focuses on magic, studying Reason and Faith. She can be seen in the library or the courtyard but especially the greenhouse with all the flowers. Ai loves flowers, especially pink roses. She also has a twin sister who has run away from home that she hasn’t heard from in a long time. The two were dotted on by their overprotective parents as both had Crests.

They feared what could happen to the two and though Ai didn’t mind, her sister had enough and decided to run away. Ai was sad for days until she heard about the Monastery. It took some convincing for her parents to let her attend as a student but finally they let her go. Now on her own, Ai strives to do her best and learn to be a healer in order to help others.

Goddess Ai: Ai is kind-hearted, gentle, soft-spoken, nature goddess who loves flowers as well as relaxing activities like painting or reading with tea. She is quite naive about the world though, only knowing little from books and hasn’t been outside much due to worrying that there is danger out there. Ai is sweet and could possibly never harm anyone no matter the danger she may end up in.

Fire Emblem Three Houses Diana:

Diana’s mother is a noble knight of Faerghus, retired now after having a child, her father a Monk who used to be an adventurer. Diana would hear stories from both about serving the kingdom and seeing the world. Though adventuring around the world seemed fun, she decided to strive towards a path of being like her mother. At first she trained under her when young, then when old enough was accepted into the Academy under the Blue Lions house.

Tsareena Gijinka Iyumi (A Pokemon Gijinka version of Iyumi where she is a Tsareena. Prissy and can seem stuck up but is actually willing to help others. If you’re charming and caring, her personality flips and she becomes a lot more friendly and adoring.)

One Piece Kyana: Kyatana or Kyana as she prefers to be called lived in a humble town. Days were peaceful, all thanks to the Marines. Or so she was told by her parents. She listened to stories of famous Marines and saw them as heroes, desiring strongly to be one. She read as many books about them as she could, trained herself to at least wield a sword, and anxiously waited for herself to be old enough to join. Along the way to getting recruited however, she had some hiccups. As a child, she found a strange fruit that bullies were hiding and she decided to take it for herself, thinking they didn’t deserve it. She ended up being chased and in the middle of it all, swallowed the fruit as fast as possible. At first nothing happened. Then a burst of flame came from her. Her parents weren’t the type to give up though and made things work out, even if they weren’t sure what to think about their daughter’s new abilities. But they knew everything had been an accident. They encouraged her to train her new abilities and keep aiming to join the Marines. That was nine years ago and now much older, Kyana was ready to be recruited, feeling like she had control over her flames. Has the fire fruit.

She is friendly but serious in battle and can seem stuck up. But she loves her Pokemon and is loyal to them and her friends, willing to throw herself in a fight to protect someone.

#ooc #alt verses #aus for my muses

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hrhxainsley · 6 years

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Trident Task # 5:

Basic Character Questions

First name?: Ainsley

Surname?: Dùghlas

Middle names?: Freya

Nicknames?: Ains, engeltje

Date of birth?: October 12th, 1997

Age?: Twenty

Physical / Appearance

Height?: 5′3″

Weight?: 120

Build?: Small, slender

Hair color?: Chestnut

Hair style?: On an average basis, it’s a ponytail or in loose waves

Eye color?: Blue/hazel (more blue)

Eye Shape?: Hooded

Glasses or contact lenses?: Neither

Distinguishing facial features?: A small spatter of freckles on her face that she always covers with makeup.

Which facial feature is most prominent?: Her eyes

Which bodily feature is most prominent?: All in all, it depends on the person. She’d consider it her chest, some would consider her ass.

Other distinguishing features?: None

Skin?: Fair

Hands?: Small, delicate-looking

Make up?: Always. She’s always wearing at least foundation, eyeliner, and mascara

Scars?: Above her right eyebrow from when she was playing and fell through a glass table when she was six.

Birthmarks?: A freckle on her right wrist..

Tattoos?: None, but she wants one badly.

Physical handicaps?: None

Type of clothes?: She generally wears comfortable, casual clothes in the form of jeans and nice shirts on a day to day basis. If she’s going somewhere nice, she’ll dress up accordingly. Back in Scotland, she generally wore some form of heels with her outfits.

How do they wear their clothes?: She wears her clothes fitted.

What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc): Pristine, mostly. Her shoes were very well-taken care of.

Race / Ethnicity?: Caucasian

Mannerisms?: Fidgety. She likes to keep busy in some form or else she grows irritated. She often drums her fingers or cracks her knuckles

Are they in good health?: Ainsley does her best to stay in good health by eating right and does yoga every morning

Do they have any disabilities?: None

Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse?: Her most overused word is ‘like’ or ‘bitchin’

Do they have a catchphrase?: “Oh, fuck me” is what she says when she’s inconvenienced

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?: As of late, she’s become quite the pessimist

Are they introverted or extroverted?: Before the island, she was rather extroverted, but lately, she’s become more introverted as a defense mechanism

Do they ever put on airs?: Oh, absolutely. Especially at the beginning of her arrival to the island.

What bad habits do they have?: She often cracks her knuckles and her neck, argues with someone even if she agrees with them, and can be quite selfish

What makes them laugh out loud?: A dry sense of humor

How do they display affection?: She generally doesn’t believe in PDA, but in private, it’s often with small, absent touches or with happy looks and smiles

Mental handicaps?: None, really.

How do they want to be seen by others?: Tough and untouchable

How do they see themselves?: She views herself as such. Tough and untouchable. She’s really not.

How are they seen by others?: Probably a gigantic pain in the ass.

Strongest character trait?: The lengths she’d go for the people she genuinely loves and cares about. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for the people she loves.

Weakest character trait?: How apathetic and selfish she can be towards the people who aren’t people she loves. Generally, if something doesn’t directly affect her, she won’t show any interest.

How competitive are they?: Extremely for no discernible reason. Someone could tell her she couldn’t beat someone in something and she would say a great big ‘fuck you’ and attempt to beat them, even if there’s literally zero chance of her winning.

Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider?: Snap judgments. She’s impulsive af.

How do they react to praise?: Outwardly, she takes it with grace, but inwardly, she does Amy Santiago’s victory dance.

How do they react to criticism?: One of two ways. She’ll either say ‘fuck you’ or she’ll play it cool, then agonize later.

What is their greatest fear?: Emotionally, it’s that she’ll never get home or that something happens to the people she loves and she can’t do anything to stop it. Otherwise, it’s spiders, snakes, and clowns. And needles.

What are their biggest secrets?: That she deep down wants someone to get her to knock off her shit and see her for who she is and love her. Despite the fact she’s terrified of intimacy and commitment.

What is their philosophy of life?: “It’s only illegal if you get caught.”

When was the last time they cried?: When she saw Fia and realized in happiness that she has her sister and in sadness when she realized she’d been taken as well.

What haunts them?: Her brother’s death. She’s never fully gotten over it and he was her hero and her best friend.

What are their political views?: She’d be considered a Libertarian, in OOC society.

What will they stand up for?: Without a doubt, she stands up for whoever can’t stand up for themselves. Children, animals, she’ll knock someone out over it.

Who do they quote?: She likes to quote TV shows such as Friends, Rules of Engagement, and such.

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?: INDOORSY AF.

What is their sinful little habit?: If she’s fooling around with someone and has a rare moment of spending the night with them, she takes it upon herself to wake them up with oral.

What sense do they most rely on?: Out of her five senses, it’s her sight. Otherwise, she relies solely on instinct.

How do they treat people better than them?: She treats everyone with equal annoyance and disdain.

How do they treat people worse than them?: See above.

What quality do they most value in a friend?: Someone with her same values and would go an equal distance she would. Honesty, sarcasm.

What do they consider an overrated virtue?: Integrity. If no one’s looking, do whatever the fuck you want.

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?: Her fear of commitment.

What is their obsession?: Hummus and pita chips. That’s her one vice.

What are their pet peeves?: Obnoxious people, mostly

What are their idiosyncrasies?: Knee bouncing, clicking her tongue when focusing on something or in tune with some sort of song she knows

Friends and Family

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of?: Ainsley’s family is BIG. She has her parents and six siblings. Even though her brother is dead, she still counts him.

What is their perception of family?: No one comes before family. Ever.

Do they have siblings? Older or younger?: She’s the youngest girl but has a younger brother.

Describe their best friend: She has her sister and Aria. To her, her best friends are her family.

Ideal best friend?: Someone who doesn’t put up with her shit and kicks her ass into doing what she needs to do.

Describe their other friends: She doesn’t really have many friends.

Describe their acquaintances: People she parties with

Do they have any pets?: She has a Westie named Finn and a cat named Sebastian

Who are their natural allies?: None

Who are their surprising allies?: None.

Past and Future

What was your character like as a baby? As a child?: Got into everything out of curiosity to know how they work. Had snarky one-liners that had her mother gasping and her father laughing.

Did they grow up rich or poor?: Rich. She’s a Scottish princess, after all.

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected?: Nurtured as best as they could and did their best to bring her everywhere.

What is the most offensive thing they ever said?: It’s hard to pinpoint exactly which one.

What is their greatest achievement?: She once successfully calmed down tensions between one of her brothers and another royal.

What was their first kiss like?: Messy. Awkward. Gross. She tries not to think about it.

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved?: Pushing them away when she was in love with someone.

What are their ambitions?: She aspires to be a liaison for the crown, to help with more charities.

What advice would they give their younger self?: To stop pushing people away and that she’ll be okay.

What smells remind them of their childhood?: Coffee and popcorn.

What was their childhood ambition?: To marry another royal and be a queen.

What is their best childhood memory?: Visiting Italy with her parents and going on a gondola.

What is their worst childhood memory?: Her brother’s death.

Did they have an imaginary childhood friend?: Actually, no. Her pets were her friends.

When was the last time they were crushed with disappointment?: When she realized her sister had been taken as well.

What past act are they most ashamed of?: Disappointing her father when he caught her in bed with a prince from another country. Nothing had actually happened, but the disappointment in his eyes told her everything.

What past act are they most proud of?: She helped train service dogs and it gave her a sense of accomplishment.

Has anyone ever saved their life?: She nearly drowned when she was four and the gardener pulled her out of the pool.

Strongest childhood memory?: Traveling with her parents on holiday and seeing a sunrise following a thunderstorm with them.

Love

Do they believe in love at first sight?: No, but she absolutely believes in lust at first sight.

Are they in a relationship?: No, but she’s fine with being single.

How do they behave in a relationship?: She doesn’t know how to. The second it gets too serious, she bolts out of fear.

When did you character last have sex?: Almost two weeks ago

What sort of sex do they have?: She normally has sex for instant gratification, but she wants to experiment.

Has your character ever been in love?: Once and it terrified her, so she bolted and has regretted it ever since.

Have they ever had their heart broken?: She tries to not put herself in that position, but when she’s genuinely interested in someone and they’re interested in someone else, it hurts.

Conflict

How do they respond to a threat?: Normally with a threat of her own.

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?: She’ll never strike first, but she’ll give a verbal beat down first.

What is your character’s kryptonite?: Animals. Kittens, puppies.

If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be?: Her photo album.

How do they perceive strangers?: She doesn’t do well around strangers until they have something in common.

What do they love to hate?: Romantic comedies and love songs

What are their phobias?: Trypanophobia (fear of needles), pediophobia (fear of dolls), arachnophobia (fear of spiders), acrophobia (fear of heights)

What is their choice of weapon?: She used to have a pocket knife she kept on her person at all times as a form of self-defense, along with her taser.

What living person do they most despise?: Her former bodyguard.

Have they ever been bullied or teased?: Not particularly. Growing up, she was always semi-liked

Where do they go when they’re angry?: Waterfalls. They’re her escape.

Who are their enemies and why?: Too many to count.

Work, Education and Hobbies

What is their current job?: Princess

What do they think about their current job?: She hates responsibility at the moment

What are some of their past jobs?: None

What are their hobbies?: Yoga, horseback riding, swimming, reading, listening to music, word searches, trivia

Educational background?: Scottish equivalent of high school, has an undergraduate degree in history

Intelligence level?: She would be considered intelligent

Do they have any specialist training?: Nope.

Do they have a natural talent for something?: She’s naturally talented with animals. She loves them and they love her.

Do they play a sport? Are they any good?: She did dance growing up and she can hold her own but isn’t spectacular

What is their socioeconomic status?: Upper

Favorites

What is their favorite animal?: A horse

Which animal to they dislike the most?: Snakes

What place would they most like to visit?: Bahamas

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?: A sunset following a massive thunderstorm

What is their favorite song?: Samson by Regina Spektor

Music, art, reading preferred?: Music. Absolutely.

What is their favorite color?: Rich purple

What is their password?: Her PIN is 1717 (17 is her lucky number) and her password is usually F1NN1717

Favorite food: Chocolate/caramel gelato

What is their favorite work of art?: Cafe Terrace at Night by Van Gogh

Who is their favorite artist?: Monet

What is their favorite day of the week?: Sunday, the day of rest.

Possessions

What is in their fridge: She tries to not go into the fridge

What is on their bedside table?: Her daily vitamins, her hairbrush, and a water bottle. Back home, her phone charger, her headphones, and a book would be added to that.

What is in their car?: Phone charger, backup headphones, a spare change of clothes, her gym bag, an emergency fund of bills and coins, and a travel makeup bag with mini versions of the makeup in her bathroom

What is in their bin?: In her bathroom, it’s her makeup. Foundation, primer (both face and eye shadow), eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, and many different shades of lipstick, plus finishing spray. She keeps her hair products in another bin.

What is in their purse or wallet?: Her wallet has her cash, cards, and pictures of her pets, plus her gym membership card. Her purse has a pack of gum, a package of Wisps, her wallet, and a hairbrush.

What is in their pockets?: Nothing at the moment.

What is their most treasured possession?: Her necklace her brother gave her for her birthday one year. It’s in her jewelry box in Scotland.

Spirituality

Who or what is your character’s guardian angel?: She believes it’s her brother.

Do they believe in the afterlife?: Absolutely.

What are their religious views?: She was raised Catholic and she believes she’s more spiritual than religious

What do they think heaven is?: Where her dead family members are, the ones who did good and helped others, along with dead pets.

What do they think hell is?: She believes it’s for people who did their best to hurt others, those who hurt children.

Are they superstitious?: Absolutely.

What would they like to be reincarnated as?: A parrot

How would they like to die?: When she’s old.

What is your character’s spirit animal?: Lana Del Rey

What is their zodiac sign?: Scorpio

Values

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person?: Violating their trust.

What is their view of ‘freedom’?: Being able to say what they want, think how they like, and not have to answer to anyone.

When did they last lie?: She’s often brutally honest.

What’s their view of lying?: She doesn’t do it and hates when others do.

When did they last make a promise?: To keep her sisters safe when she found Fia.

Did they keep or break their last promise?: So far, she’s kept it.

Daily life

What are their eating habits?: She eats fruits and veggies, mostly. And white meat.

Do they have any allergies?: None, but she’s considered a picky eater.

Describe their home: Her home in Scotland is small, one bedroom and one bathroom with a decent-sized kitchen. Her decor is grey and purple, with comfortable furniture.

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder?: A sort of in between. She has things she likes and uses, but knows how to throw things away.

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning?: Shower, then breakfast, then her makeup/hair routine before heading to her duties.

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon?: Read, catch up on shows, honestly doesn’t leave her place on a Sunday, so there’s no need to fix her hair or wear makeup.

What do they do on a Friday night?: Depending on who she’s not tired of, she’ll go to a club or a party with them or out to dinner. Possibly a trip.

What is the soft drink of choice?: Pepsi.

What is their alcoholic drink of choice?: Coke and bourbon.

Miscellaneous

What is their character archetype?: The Vixen

Who is their hero?: Chloe McGuff on “Don’t Trust the B in Apartment 23″

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween?: Rosie the Riveter

Are they comfortable with technology?: Absolutely. She has all forms of social media in Scotland

If they could save one person, who would it be?: Her brother

If they could call one person for help, who would it be?: Her father

What is their favorite proverb?: “Flowers may bloom again, but a person never has the chance to be young again. So don’t waste your time.”

What is their greatest extravagance?: A hydromassage table.

What is their greatest regret?: Not listening to her parents and going out the night she’d been kidnapped.

What is their perception of redemption?: Someone who says they’ve changed their ways and actually follows through.

What would they do if they won the lottery?: Find someone who desperately needs money and give it to them anonymously.

What is their favorite fairytale?: Stories of the Fox

What fairytale do they hate?: The Little Mermaid

Do they believe in happy endings?: Yes, she does.

What is their idea of perfect happiness?: Being surrounded by family and the people she loves.

What would they ask a fortune teller?: She does not believe in fortune tellers.

If your character could travel through time, where would they go?: To the past and save her brother.

What sport do they excel at?: Dance

What sport do they suck at?: Volleyball

If they could have a superpower, what would they choose?: The ability to manipulate probability.

#trident;task #trident005 #clowns cw #needles cw #spiders cw #dolls cw #heights cw

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voicenxtes · 6 years

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( charlie puth )? no that’s ( shawn mercier ) the ( twenty-six ) year old ( travel blogger ). who has been in town ( all his life ) and reminds everyone of ( neck pillows, polaroid pictures with lights and colourful backstreets in cute cities ). maybe it has something to do with the fact the ( cismale ) is always ( withdrawn & rebellious ) or ( chivalrous & adaptable ). either way ( he ) is apart of the town. ( ooc ; l-l-l-l-lizaaaaa )

ight so like HERES his pinterest HERE are some like wanted connections (scroll to bottom)

b a c k g r o u n d

he’s carlin n james’ older brother!

born n raised in tallow and he like very obviously hates it here like he always knew his heart has been somewhere else but he never knew where??

still loves his family though like 10/10 will fight anyone who thinks badly about them

he was one of those popular boys in high school and was like star child of the lacrosse team ((I REALLY HAD TO MAKE HIM PLAY LAX IM SORRY)) but this led to him being introduced to some pretty bad shit?

like started drinking and overall being a lil douchey boy at like 15 bc he’s a follower and does anything to fit in??

He started a little blog about like hiking and general outdoorsy things when he was sixteen because he really loves writing

He got a small income from it and amongst that and a few other jobs he had enough money to pretty much drop everything and start travelling the world when he was 19

His main motivation for this was he hated tallow n kinda hated the person he was so he wanted to get away from everything to see if it would help him find himself a little bit?

spoiler alert: it didn’t really

BUT HE’S BACK ANYWAY!

p e r s o n a l i t y

he's super outgoing and sociable like is really good at meeting friends? Mostly bc he traveled alone

Really loves hearing about you and like doesn’t really talk much about himself?

Mostly humble but can get a little big headed about his blog n shit

Before he left tallow he used to let people walk all over him and after being overseas and stuff he got over that real fast and now can turn really cold if people try to take advantage of him

an actual gentleman

if you tell him what to do he’s gonna do the opposite???? i’m sorry

he’s an adhd child like will chat yo ear off about 5 different topics in the span of 2 minutes.

e x t r a s h i t

gryffindor!

plays piano n guitar bc why not but it’s not often and he’s not great at it but pretty average

he’s super into street art and like leaves a painting whether its big or small in every town he visited over the last seven years

he has a few fines in different countries for it but he lowkey ignores them

#tallowintro #shawn → intro #I ADDED SHIT FOR THOSE WHO ALREADY READ IT

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svtask · 6 years

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THE FIRST ARC: DREAM — happy lunar new year

Korean New Year -- or Seollal -- is arguably the biggest holiday in the country. The holiday is celebrated for three to four days and people often spend the time with relatives, eating food and playing games. Crystal Academy always cancels classes for the entire week of Seollal to allow students to go back home and spend time with their families. While the majority of people travel across the country or even across the world to visit with family, there are some who are left alone. Either they do not celebrate the holiday or they simply cannot celebrate. But, this year, loneliness will be a concept long forgotten.

Posters have been hung up all over Seoul a week prior to the event, advertising a party on the 15th for those who have no family to go to. Although reservations are encouraged, the restaurant in Hongdae will open its doors to all who are able to fit inside; traditional food and drink will be served, along with rentable games to play. As a condolence, makgeoli and shikhye will be served unlimited & free for the entire night.

It all seems too good to be true. But that’s because it is.

What people do not know (and will not know until it’s too late) is that the free makgeoli and shikhye are not just made of rice. The Dead Moon Circus, and specifically the Amazon Trio, has made their own special version of these drinks with an ingredient that forces people to tell the truth, no matter what. Albeit the plan is not as professional as they pitched it to Obsidian, going around the restaurant making conversation with others, asking if they’ve ever dreamed of a white horse with wings is a plan nonetheless.

This event will last from FEB 15 00:00 KST to FEB 18 00:00 KST. Participation is optional of course; however, one will receive 20 karma points for participating. In order to receive points, one can either craft threads based around going to the restaurant or participate in "honesty hour”. "Honesty hour” will last for the entire duration of the event and will consist of muses asking other muses questions. Send in-character questions (on or off anon) to others in the roleplay that your muse has been curious about; if the question is received within the period of the event, it should be answered honestly! Please refrain from asking and answering OOC questions. If you decide to participate, please tag posts with “sva1; event 1″.

#sv; event #sva1; event 1 #This event starts in 24 hours from now ^^ :) Get your questions ready~

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mechaspirit · 7 years

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Light Up the Sky

Author’s note: This is for Choices Creates Round 30, hosted by @holly-park and @captainsugarcakes. Of course, it takes place after the gang survives the chaos Rourke had created for them and in my headcannon, regardless of whether or not MC is The Endless, I have a feeling that she might have to sacrifice herself or erase her existence as we speak so that she can reverse the dystopia the world is in and revived all her friends. Sorry if the characters are OOC in this drabble. I don’t know why, but for some reason, it was hard for me to write Aleister in this one. Hope you guys enjoy it, though.

Pairings: MCxJake, DiegoxVaryyn (Variego💗), & GracexAleister.

Summary: The gangs have reunited and decided to head back to La Huerta. Only this time, it’s to celebrate with the Vaanti villagers the time they survived the unfaithful events and the peace that has finally brought forward to the mysterious island.

“I can’t believe that it’s already been two years. Two years after all the craziness we had on this island.”

“I know,” Yurika agreed as she sidles up with her best friend, watching their other friends and the Vaanti doing the last minute touch on the festivities at the beach. Furball, who had become a full grown snow fox, stood beside them, nuzzling at Yurika’s legs, “At least you didn’t spend the last two years rolling in your grave and then trying to catch up with college works to finally graduate and get a degree. Speaking of that, I’m sorry that we didn’t get to graduate on the same year like we promised, Diego.”

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s not like you choose not to,” the Latino man reassured her, “Besides, I’m so glad you’re here and alive now, Yurika. To me, it’s never the same without you. Sure, I have Sean, Craig, Raj, and all the other people to lean on in my senior year. But…but with you gone, I feel like I’m missing someone really important in my life. You’re definitely like an older sister to me.”

“And you’re definitely like a younger brother to me. The one I never had,” the blonde woman replied with a smile, “I really miss you and the others, Diego. I feel like all of you guys are my family now. Being in La Huerta made me realized that.”

To be honest, the festival that is being built up right now is actually a reunion with the Vaanti villagers and the Catalysts, celebrating the day where they managed to restore the chaos Rourke had created and Yurika’s revival. Apparently two years ago, Yurika had chosen to sacrifice herself so that she can revive all her friends and restore the whole world, including their homes near Hartfeld University, from destruction which is basically restoring their times from the Hadean Eon. Her sacrifice had actually brought a lot of heartaches to the other eleven catalysts because they knew that Yurika is actually a glue that brought them all together. Or rather a chain that provides the bond that can almost never be broken.

While the Catalysts are going through a year of adjusting their lives back in the states and trying getting over the loss of their friends, two Vaantis, elyyshar Varyyn and the wise shaman Uqzhaal have come up with a plan by performing a ritual that can revive the Andromeda Catalyst. Reason for that was because the Vaanti owe Yurika their lives of restoring their homes. Especially Varyyn, since he knew how important she is to Diego and that the former wouldn’t be here taking care of his village if it weren’t for her. However, it was a big risk and neither he or Uqzhaal were a hundred percent sure if the ritual would work. Plus, they have to wait for a year for that ritual to be in full process, and Varyyn didn’t want to place false hope onto Diego.

Of course, the ritual appears to be successful seeing that Yurika are finally back at the mysterious island with her friends and celebrating their times with the Vaanti. Everyone is thrilled to finally have the chain back in their lives and made sure that Yurika gets back onto her feet. Zahra and Grace decided to help the blonde woman catch up with her studies. Quinn and Michelle offered Yurika to go shopping with them or visit at their favorite brunch spots. Raj often make frequent visits to her apartment, make sure Yurika is in good health, and teach her how to cook. Sean and Craig invited her to go to their games and the former offered her a drive to a nearby psychologist since Yurika was still having nightmares of the tragic events. Estela is somewhere in another country with her uncle, trying to find out what to do with her life since she already got revenge for her mother, but she still kept in touch with the blonde woman just to make sure that she’s in good health. And of course, Diego stay beside Yurika like any good friends would do, catching up with late night movies and or making sure the latter is in good health like what Raj and Estela is doing. There were still adjustments that are still needed to be done, but Yurika’s revival definitely brought back joy to everyone who survived hardships from the island.

Yurika had to make sure to thank Varyyn and Uqzhaal for bringing her back and reuniting with her friends. As she thought of that, she noticed the former helping Seraxa and the other Vaanti with the preparations. Varyyn managed to sense Yurika in his mind and turned to her direction, nodding at her presence. The latter smiled back in a thankful manner and turned back to her friend.

“So is your family okay with you starting your life here, or rather “traveling over the seas” as we speak?” Yurika asked Diego, motioning him towards the elyyshar. The latter sighed.

“It wasn’t an easy decision, but whenever I’m with Varyyn at Elyys’tel, I feel like I belong here,” he answered before staring at his friend sadly, “I know it’s sudden, but-“

“Hey, don’t worry. I understand,” Yurika reassured him, “This is your choice, and no one can change that. As long as you and Varyyn are happy, I’m happy. It’s just…I’m really going to miss you, Diego.”

“Same here. But no matter what, I promise to keep in touch with you guys,” Diego replied. Then, a smirk slowly appeared on his face as he glanced down on two particular accessories his close friend is wearing now. The dog tags around her neck. And a rusted diamond ring on her finger, “Now that you mentioned my love life, Rika, are you going to say something about yours since your Top Gun is finally a free man now?”

The blonde woman blushed as red as a tomato and then pushed her best friend into water, causing the blue fox to barked (laughed) at him, “Diego!”

The dark hair man got up from the shore and spat some salty water out, “Pfffft! What? I’m serious! His name is finally cleared, you guys are finally back together again and get to start a new chapter back in the U.S.”

“Yeah but…C’mon Diego, you know it’s not like Jake and I are gonna get married anytime soon!” The girl retorted.

Actually, that’s only partially true. Ever since Jake is finally off the criminal record in which his former commander, Rex Lundgren, is responsible for, Yurika managed to reform her relationship with her favorite pilot. They did talk about what they want to do now that they got back together and marriage has happened to be one of those topics. That thought brought smile to Yurika’s face as she gently touched the engagement ring, the same one she and Jake found at the temple, on her finger. However, the engagement ring happened to be more of a promise ring than anything else, along with the chained dog tags with Jake’s name engraved on it. And although she knows in her heart that she want to be with him for the rest of her life, she also knew that neither of them are ready for that kind of thing, yet.

For one thing, Yurika needed to readjust her life back in the States. She might’ve finally finished college, reconnect with her relatives, and found a job that’s close to the universities. However, she still dealing with her traumatic experiences from this island and her psychologist implied the possibility that she could be suffering PTSD that might take some time to heal. Hell, she almost decided not to go back to La Huerta for a reunion if it weren’t for Diego reminding her that Jake is still waiting for her. It might not be as worse as it was before, but Yurika knew it’s not going away that easily. Another thing is that once they go back to the U.S. Jake still has to reconnect with his family and have to face Mike’s parents, explain to them how their son died and that he, along with Jake, is not a traitor to their country. The ex-military pilot was more afraid of how would they react once he explained to them the truth. Not to mention, Jake has to live with the guilt that he thought he joined the army to help people, only to find out he and Mike ended up in the wrong group…the one that made many people in different countries suffered.

So basically, both of them still have unfinished businesses to take of. However, the couple agreed that no matter what happens, they will always stick with each other and love each other until the end.

Before the conversation could go any further, Yurika saw a sudden frown on Diego’s face. Before she can ask what’s wrong, she heard a voice with a British accent behind her.

“Grace, let go! I can’t do this!”

“Yes you can, Aleister. I know it’s scary, but you have to make amends with Yurika right now!”

Yurika turned around and, much to her shock, found Grace dragging Aleister by an arm towards to where Yurika and Diego are standing right now. Out of all the people who survived the chaos, Aleister was the only one who the blonde tried to avoid the most.

“There’s no way that woman wants to speak to me after all that-“

“This is not up for the debate!” Grace scolded the white hair man. As he remained silent, the bespectacled woman sighed, “Look Aleister, you and Yurika been avoiding each other for two years now. And it’s definitely not just because you’re just trying to get your father’s company on a right track. You’re just afraid to face her yourself after what happened here. I’m not going to lie and say that Yurika will forgive after talking to her because I’m not sure if that’s going to happen. But I know for sure if you don’t at least try, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. So…at least try to make amends with her. Not just for me. Not just for her, either. But also, for yourself.”

After a few moments of silence, Aleister finally nodded in agreement. As Grace left her fiancee alone, Diego turned to his friend with a worried look on his face.

“So…you sure you’re going to be okay with this?” The blonde woman silently nodded, “Alright, I’ll just go ahead and leave you two alone. I’ll be with Varyyn if you need anything.”

As soon as Diego left with Furball running after him, Yurika found herself face-to-face with the son of the horrific man whom she wished to forget in uncomfortable silence. It was seconds later that she found her voice again.

“Umm…Aleister?”

“Yurika.” The white hair man replied in an uncharacteristic nervousness, acknowledging the blonde’s appearances.

“It’s…been a while.”

“Certainly has.”

“…”

…Silence continued to ensue.

I’ve forgotten how awkward it is trying to make a small talk with him! Yurika thought.

“Listen,” Aleister finally broke the silence, “There’s something I need to tell in regards to two years ago.” He paused for a moment, looking for right words to say, “I…I’ve done some things I regret.”

“Yes. Yes, you did,” the woman replied in an impulse.

“Let me finish,” The white hair man put his hand up, signaling the blonde woman that he needs to continue, “I…I know that I shouldn’t end up choosing to side with my father instead of you all. Especially with the kind of person he is and what he had done, making other human beings suffered,” Yurika could hear venom in Aleister’s voice mentioning his dad, “I really don’t know what really overcame me to do this during that time. Perhaps…perhaps, I wasn’t even ready to cut ties with my father at all. Even after all the times he treated me in the past. Maybe even perhaps I was afraid of a mere thought of being left alone again or not being accepted. Either way, I thought I was doing the group the favor by seeing the light of my father’s plan. But in the end, all of you, especially you and Grace, suffered because of the decisions I made. Because I put my faith and trust in the wrong person.

Aleister sighed, forming a look of remorse on his face. “You have every right to hate me, Yurika. I certainly won’t blame you if you did. I just…want to get my apologies straight towards you. Knowing that what you did for everyone…was noble, selfless, and brave. Of all those qualities that my father lack. My regret is that I never really see that sooner.”

Yurika bit her lips in silence before looking at Aleister straight in the eyes. “I never really hate you.”

The white man seemed to be taken back by her response, but let her continued, “It’s just…Of course I was mad and disappointed for what you did, Aleister. But no, I can never hate you…no matter how hard I tried. It’s clear to both of us of what you’ve been through. And all the pains you have to go through from you father. It’s not the kind of pain that can be taken away easily. You know that better than anyone else here.

She took a deep breath, “In end, Rourke was the one at fault for all the sufferings. We all knew that. I shouldn’t have taken my anger on you. “

“What happened happens, Yurika. We can’t really ignored what we did the past. At least you have a reason for doing that,” Aleister assured her.

“Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t in the wrong as well. It took me two years to realize that,” Yurika replied, “It…it wasn’t easy. And it might still take some more time. But I forgive you, Aleister. I really do. I…I just wish you had put more faith in me. Faith in all of us.”

“Affirmative,” Aleister agreed at the last part before scrunching his eyebrows at her, “Just to be clear, you’re not tricking me into thinking that you forgiven me and then you defiled my face with your saliva, are you?”

Yurika tried to hide her laugh at the last part, “Nope. It’s a hundred percent forgiveness.”

The white hair man sighed in annoyance, but then let out a nod of approval.

“Guys! Guys! Grab your floating lanterns! We have about ten minutes ’til we light up the sky!” They heard Raj called out.

“Care to join us, Aleister? Unless you want to keep Grace waiting alone?” Yurika teased.

“As much as I despise these kinds of festivities, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Aleister retorted at the last part before heading to where his fiancee is standing at. Yurika went to grab her green glowing lanterns decorated in blue and purple radiant flowers and head towards the spot her boyfriend saved for her.

“Was that Malfoy I saw talking to you?” Jake asked, warily.

“Pretty much, Top Gun,” Yurika replied, “You’re not gonna throw Aleister from your plane and straight into the sea, are you?”

“…Nah. Not after all the hell hole he has already been through with Phony Stark. Can’t say the same for Katniss, though,” the pilot answered as he and Yurika looked on towards to where their friends and the Vaanti villagers prepared to set their lanterns to the sky, “Never thought that after all these years, this island hell has turned into an island paradise. And here I am again with you kids, celebrating this peaceful day on this same island with Blue’s Clues and his fella villagers.”

“Not only that, this island changes us,” Yurika added, “We may have gone through a lot of hell in this place, but it really reminds us that each of us play important roles in our part to get through this mess as well as forming our bonds with each other. I still honestly don’t know if all of this is fate or not, but one thing for sure is that this is the kind of adventure I’ll never forget. The one where I now know how important you guys are to me…and where it lead me to meet you.”

Jake smirked at the last statement, “Even after you gone down in blaze of glory.”

“Yeah. Even that.”

This caused the pilot to leaned down and kissed Yurika passionately on the lips, and the latter responded eagerly before they both have to let go for air. “Don’t ever perished on us again, Princess. Believe me, when you were gone, I really thought that becoming a free man again would be really pointless if I don’t have you by my side.”

Yurika smiled and quickly give him another kiss, “I’m definitely not going anywhere, Jake. Not this time ever again.”

By the time someone had released a signal, Yurika let her glowing lantern float straight up to the sky, joining the other lanterns and danced along with the stars shining in the sky. Seeing how everything lights up in the sky reminded everyone the wonderful memories they have in this island, how they come together, and how they can now start their new beginnings in their future. This is something that they’ll never forget.

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tajokorie · 6 years

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OOC REFLECTIONS

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IC REFLECTIONS

Answer the following questions:

What is the single best thing that happened in 2017? Getting control over my finances and becoming fully independent.

What is the most challenging thing that happened to you in 2017? Dealing with different relationships.

What will you do this year of 2018, that’s for you? See more of what’s out there in the world.

Pick three words to describe 2017. Enlightening, Testing, Interesting

What did you do in 2017 that you never did before?

Did you keep 2017′s resolutions? What were they? Just one, which was to be more active.

Did you travel to any interesting places in 2017? Not really. Everywhere i went I had been before, so nothing really interesting/new.

What would you like to have in 2018 that you lacked in 2017? I’m not sure tbh.

In what ways did you grow emotionally and/or spiritually in 2017. Maturity as it relates to my emotions. Not letting them get the best of me.

Do you believe that 2017 had an occurring theme for you? If so, which theme and why? Patience doesn’t come easy.

Do you feel like 2017 went by too fast? Not at all.

List all of your employments in 2017? Express.

What is/are some thing(s) you regret doing this past year? I really don’t have any regrets. Everything happened for a reason.

What was your favorite movie this year? This is hard lmao. I’ll go with Get Out.

Fill in the blank: In 2018 I will be more patient, understanding, and work a thousand times harder than before.

If you could fly anywhere in the world in 2018, where would you go? Nigeria.

Do you feel you need to apologize to anyone before the year ends? No. I’ve done all of that.

What was the biggest surprise of this year? Some of the choices I made in my personal life.

Did you get cake on your birthday? Presents? What you wanted? Yeah, but some stuff popped up. It was good nonetheless.

How much did you change this year? What’s different about you? A lot. My attitude towards different situations, my reaction to people, and how I manage things in my personal life.

CONFESSIONS Bold the statements that are true.

In the year 2017 I confess that I….

Kissed someone I never kissed before.

Did something I regret.

Had sex.

Been drunk.

Started doing drugs.

Quit doing drugs.

Been in a relationship.

Visited a foreign country.

Lied.

Had a secret/kept a secret.

Broke a promise.

Slept under the stars.

Stayed up until sunrise.

Got in a fight.

Hooked up with the same sex.

Fell in love with someone who was “just a friend.”

Attended a party.

Hosted a party.

Got dumped.

Slept with the same sex.

Got a new piercing/tattoo.

Attended a concert.

Broke someone’s heart.

Made someone’s day.

Met new people that I became very close to.

Cheated on a test/homework.

Found love.

Got a new job.

Got fired.

Learned to speak another language.

Had surgery or received serious medical attention.

Lost something very valuable.

Had an allergic reaction to something.

Experienced the death of someone close to you.

Lost a friend.

Painted a picture.

Dyed my hair.

Got a new haircut I thought I’d never get before.

Wrote a poem.

Graduated from High School.

Graduated from College.

Applied for Graduate School.

Ran a mile.

Ate much healthier.

Ended toxic friendships.

Ended toxic relationships.

Gained a new friend.

Gained a new best friend.

Regret losing a friend.

Regret losing a relationship.

Tried something out of my comfort zone.

Got married, engaged or divorced.

Had a child.

Committed a crime.

Had a fight with my parents.

Realized my homosexuality.

Realized my bisexuality.

Realized my pansexuality.

Realized my asexuality.

Broke a promise.

Slept under the stars.

Stayed up until sunrise.

Pushed someone away.

Got in a fight.

Slept with someone other than my significant other.

Finally allowed myself to let go of my first love.

Learned to hate someone I thought I never would.

Learned to be more patient.

RESOLUTIONS Write at least two resolutions for each category below.

Personal Improvement- Dedicate more time to building skills, do more acts of kindness

Family and Friends- Support members of my family financially like they’ve done me, see family more often that i do also

School and the Outside World- Get this degree, get accepted into at least four graduate schools

Romance- love more, keep the good foundation started growing

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she-walked-away · 7 years

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Talk Drunky to Me

Hey guys! So, I suck and the muse has been hiding for almost 4 months. I'm sorry I haven't been writing, but now that the show is over and KLAROLINE IS ENDGAME, my muse is KICKING! Okay, I'm hella rusty and Klaus is probably totes OOC here, but why not come back to life with a little crack drabble?

From Ashleigh: One gets drunk and confesses all over the phone, unaware that said person on the other end was actually outside, ready to confess their love. Fluffy post canon Klaroline?*no babies* ;)

Enjoy!

Coming to New Orleans in the middle of Mardi Gras was a good idea in theory, but in hindsight, Caroline cursed her less than stellar timing. The streets were brimming full with half naked people running around, tossing beads and spraying booze over the crowds while she attempted to navigate her way through the French Quarter. She dragged two heavy, gray suitcases behind her, and sidestepped a hazy college guy who embarrassingly face-planted in front of her as he attempted to flirt. Caroline wrinkled her nose and kept on walking, thankful that her taste in men had improved immensely over the decades.

Thirty years ago, Caroline would have been in the middle of the throng of people, drunk off her ass. But older, wiser, eternally a teenager but creeping into middle-age-Caroline was more interested in spectating the festival with a glass of champagne between her fingers and an Original Hybrid by her side.

She rarely spoke to anybody from Mystic Falls. Elena and the Salvatore brothers took the cure years before, turning human and living out their last lives in the suffocating small town. Matt married a quiet girl from high school Caroline’s math class that she never noticed and was about to become a grandfather for the fifth time. Bonnie traveled with Enzo, the witch using powers and herbs to keep herself from aging. She and Caroline kept in touch, meeting up whenever they were on the same continent.

It wasn't the first time she thought this, but perhaps she seriously considered for the tenth time, turning back and having the airline ship her belongings to Klaus’ door. She blew her sweaty bangs off her forehead as she lugged her suitcases with a huff. Why did she feel the need to bring her whole shoe collection, including her ski boots? But, the dramatic person in Caroline (and to be honest, the dramatic person in Klaus too) eagerly anticipated the sure to be memorable look on his face when she showed up on his doorstep with her stuff.

She stopped by an alley, pulling out her phone to consult the address Rebekah texted her the week prior. Over the past few years, she and the blonde Original had somewhat hit it off through an accidental run-in in Barcelona. Caroline ran into a little drunken trouble with a hunter one night, and Rebekah was luckily in the same place at the same time, swooping in the save her. Surprisingly, the older vampire was a blast to travel and shop with. They had a long standing tradition of hitting all the infamous fashion weeks, and Rebekah not so subtly kept Caroline updated on her family’s hijinks.

Putting the address into Google maps, Caroline made a face when she realized how far out the Mikaelson mansion was from the French Quarter. Leave it to Klaus to find the oldest, largest mansion in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of town. She was just about to open up her Uber app for a ride when her phone vibrated in her hand, the words “Blocked Caller” flashing across her screen.

Rolling her eyes, she swiped to answer. It was a common occurrence for Enzo to lose his phone along with Bonnie’s whenever they went on a drinking binge in Vienna or Venice and they always called her from their newest number to let her know it was them.

“What country are you calling from this time?” she answered with a laugh.

There was silence on the other end, a shuffling noise coming through. Caroline narrowed her brows.

“Enzo? Bon?”

She heard another shuffle and a manly sounding groan came through the receiver. Her pulse jumped, her mind instantly going a hundred miles a minute wondering if Enzo got himself into some trouble.

“Enzo? Is that you?”

“Caroline,” a low, familiar accent sang through the receiver.

Her heart stopped, cheeks instantly flushing at the recognizable tone. Of course he would pick tonight of all nights to call her.

“Klaus?”

“Dearest Caroline,” he murmured, slurring a bit.

And he was as drunk as a skunk.

Caroline bit back a laugh at the cheesy moniker, finding herself wholly amused at his inebriated state. Over the decades, she and Klaus stayed in contact mostly through the phone and letters (she relentlessly made fun of his old-fashioned courting ways, but loved it all the same), so it was rare for him to be anything other than his usual arrogant, confident, murderous self. However, the last time she encountered a drunk Klaus, it was about a month after the incident in the woods and neither of them ever talked about it without blushing.

The first rule of phone sex, is to not talk about phone sex.

“Dearest Klaus,” she threw back at him, grinning stupidly at the brick wall in front of her.

“Love, have I told you how melodic your voice is?” he slurred.

Caroline snorted. “Not lately.”

“It’s like a drop of water in the middle of the desert. I ache and thirst for it,” he continued dramatically. “A taste of it is never enough.”

Caroline covered her mouth as she giggled, trying to muffle her amusement from the hybrid. Clearly he hadn’t toned down on the dramatics over the past couple of years. She heard him stumble through the phone, snarling at whoever was trying to help him.

She rushed to speak, keeping him from shedding any blood on the poor soul that ran into him. Clearing her throat, her fingers fiddled with the lock on one of her suitcases. “Been celebrating Mardi Gras?”

“Commiserating,” he all but groaned through the receiver. “Love, it’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”

“About 37 years, but who’s counting? ” she answered, her cheeks burning. “How drunk are you?

“Drunk enough to know how foolish I’m acting,” he responded dutifully. “But if I can hear your voice for one night, it’s worth it.”

Caroline rolled her eyes so hard that she could feel them ache. “A little dramatic are we?”

“Shakespeare was bloody annoying, but his writing had strokes of genius,” Klaus responded with a drunken huff.

Caroline’s eyes widened and a smile crept across her face as she realized the cause of his dramatics. “Been reading today?”

“Kol was visiting today and we had a little spat-”

“I’m sure.”

“And I say one little dagger threat and Elijah banishes me to the library for the rest of the day in exchange of him sending my dear brother off to Dubai. Bloody coward, I wasn’t going to actually dagger him. So, I spent the day catching up on a little light reading.”

“How light?”

“The whole Shakespearean catalogue,” Klaus admitted wryly.

Caroline bit her lip, trying to hold in a smile. “And?”

“I might have taken them down to the wine cellar and polished off a couple dozen bottles. I was only trying to bring a little culture into New Orleans, love.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she teased.

“Ridiculously over my heels for you,” he shot back and Caroline groaned at the cheesy line.

“Oh God, that was terrible,” she countered with a laugh and she could hear him chuckle drunkenly on the line.

“I’m a bit wankered,” he sighed deeply.

“I would say you’re totally ‘wankered’,” she laughed. “Where are you?”

“On a street,” he replied promptly. “Watching the human race make ridiculous drunken spectacles out of themselves.”

She resisted the urge to point out that he was currently doing the same thing on the phone, but it wouldn’t have phased him.

“What street?”

“I’m not sure. Somewhere in the quarter,” he hummed drunkenly under his breath, the crowd noise in the background growing louder.

Caroline pulse increased and she tightened her grip on the phone and took a step outside the alley as she glanced around. He probably was only a few blocks away.

As ready as she was for figuring out what she and Klaus could be, the idea of seeing him again brought back both excitement and panic. She hadn’t seen him in decades, and teenage Caroline’s insecure fears were still there in the back of her mind. What if she wasn’t what he wanted? What if he realizes that “however long it takes” wasn’t worth it in the end?

“Do you ever feel like you’re alone?” he murmured, breaking her thoughts. “Like, you’re in a sea of people but you still feel utterly alone?”

She sucked in a low breath, unable to deny drunk Klaus’ uncanny way to hit the nail on the head of one of the many reasons why she was ready to try with him. Traveling by herself was amazing and it was nice to be able to not have to keep with someone else’s itinerary. But she had to admit that it was lonely at times. There would be a beautiful sunset in Venice over the water and she’d long for someone to share the beauty with, or dance the salsa with someone she knew in Havana. It was wonderful, but could be so incredibly lonely at the same time.

But with Klaus, she never felt like that. All of the other guys she’d dated, she’d be sitting by them at dinner or at dances and knew that their full attention was never on her. Tyler’s was always on revenge, Stefan’s on Damon and Elena’s, Matt always saw her as the back-up Elena. She always was alone.

Until she met Klaus and somehow, without even trying, she became his first choice.

“All the time,” she admitted.

Except with you.

There was a pause and she heard him take an unsteady breath. “Caro-”

She blinked quickly, trying to brush off the heavy moment. As if her body could feel him before she saw him, goose bumps suddenly rose on her arms and the hair on her neck prickled.

He was nearby.

She loosened her grip on her suitcases and put her phone down on top of it. Caroline swallowed, stepping around the corner and almost ran right smack into him. His hands shot out to grab her arms and steady her, his phone dropping to the ground with a clack.

“Hi,” she said quietly.

His eyes were wide, jaw slackened at the sight of her. If she wasn’t so nervous, she probably would have laughed at the comical shock on his face.

She was right, the dramatic person in her reveled at the sight.

“Caroline.”

“Klaus,” she gave him a small smile.

“W-what are you doing here?” he stammered, blinking rapidly as if he was trying to figure out if she was actually real.

Pressing her lips together, she steeled herself and met his unwavering blue-green gaze.

“However long it takes right?” she answered, her heart thumping frantically against her chest.

Klaus stared at her, his gaze unflinching as her fingers fidgeted nervously. The silence between them was profound, the noise of the crowds fading away as she got lost in his face. Her fingers itched to touch him, to curl into the soft gray henley shirt he was wearing. His curls were messy, no doubt a symptom of his all day drinking binge. But his eyes were clear as day, the drunk glassy look disappearing at the sobering moment.

Moments passed and her heart began to sank at his lack of response.

“Right. Maybe this was-”

Klaus cut her off, yanking her into his arms, immediately burying his face into her neck as he hugged her tightly. She exhaled sharply, the scent of him overwhelming as her arms wrapped around his waist and his fingers threaded through her curls.

“I-” she tried to say and Klaus cut her off with a shake of his head.

“Not yet,” he murmured in her hair.

She just closed her eyes and held on tighter. He pressed his lips to the soft skin between her neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. Caroline fought off a shiver, feeling the scrape of his stubble against her neck as he moved his mouth up to her ear and kissed a spot behind her earlobe. He lifted his lips from her skin, moving back to where he could look at her. His hand brushed through the curls on the side of her head before cupping her cheek.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes scanning her face.

He was entirely sober, his hybrid nature and the confrontation doing its job to bring him back down to earth.

Caroline pressed her lips together, meeting his searching gaze. It was such a simple question, but it was overloaded with so much meaning. Was she ready for him? Was she ready for him to be her last? Was she sure?

Once she leapt, she could never fully take a step back.

Caroline lifted her hand, gently pulling his off her face. Instantly his face fell and he took a step back. She reached over into the alley and pulled out her ridiculously heavy suitcases, stumbling a bit when they banged against her shins.

“What do you think?” she asked, arching a brow at him.

His answering smile took her breath away. He strode towards her, cupping her cheeks and pressed his forehead against hers.

“Say it.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Klaus.”

“I’ve waited decades for you to say it, love,” he needled her, ghosting a kiss on the corner of her lips.

She involuntarily moaned at the taste of him, the bite of the wine he had earlier mixed in with something that was totally and uniquely Klaus.

Something she wanted to taste forever.

“I’m ready.”

And then he kissed her.

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projectmedusarp · 7 years

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Here is the second of our admin auditions. Jessica will be playing the role of Thalia Winsor, taking the power of Healing Touch.

NAME: Jessica

AGE: 26

TIMEZONE: GMT

PRONOUNS: She / Her

ACTIVITY LEVEL: My activity time will be limited to weekday evenings and weekends. Given that I’ll also be admining that may also mean that my activity isn’t daily for replies. I will always aim to post something of substance, reply to starters etc. whenever I’m online and will frequent the OOC blog too.

PREVIOUS ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: I’ve been roleplaying for 13 / 14 years on a number of different platforms. I’ve been roleplaying on Tumblr for about 6 years and hosted a multitude of literate roleplays too. In the last year I’ve also gotten into cos-roleplay alongside literate roleplaying.

PERSONAL TUMBLR CONTACT: Link Removed

TRIGGERS: Rape // Self Harm // Abuse etc.

CHARACTER: Thalia Winsor

PRONOUNS: She / Her

AGE: 28

FACE CLAIM: Sarah Gadon

POWER: Healing Touch

QUOTE: “I’m through with accepting limits ‘cause someone else says they’re so. Somethings I cannot change, but until I try I’ll never know.”

PERSONALITY:

Compassionate: Thalia is a gentle soul and greatly cares for people. She is greatly sympathetic and tries her best to help those who need it most. Whether it’s in her day to day work as a nurse or just trying to assist those she’s encountered since going on the run. She is kind and well meaning in most aspects of her life, the thought of putting herself first when there are those who need it more is one often overlooked.

Sincere: She’s honest, sometimes to a fault. If she gives a compliment or opinion it stems from genuine beliefs she holds, equally if she’s critical her words aren’t often softened by sugar coating it. Thalia is a terrible liar and struggles with deception, both attempting it and when it’s done to her. She greatly dislikes those who lie without a guilty conscious.

Well Mannered: Soft spoken and polite, she uses dulcet tones and polite compliments to diffuse an otherwise awkward situation. She was brought up with a silver spoon in her mouth and as such was forced to adhere to a strict set of rules surrounding etiquette. This was only enhanced during her training as a nurse and now her bedside manner is impeccable. She sometimes when meaning those with lesser manners, not quite knowing how to engage or communicate as effectively as she might like.

Insecure: Psychologists would deem her childhood, riddled with moments where she was told she wasn’t good enough, as the main factor in her insecurities. Though in truth Thalia has never helped herself out of the spiral either. She is very self conscious of both her appearance and achievements in life. The way others perceive her is very important because the way she perceives herself is often very negatively. Whilst her insecurity fuels her worse habits, it is also a one of the main reasons she tries her best to be a good person.

Passive: She is non-confrontational to an extreme fault. When flight or fight kicks in she will almost always run away from a situation. This carries over into less extreme moments of her life too; failing to stick up for herself, people pleasing, resenting those more assertive and bottling up feelings in favour of ensuring others aren’t hurt.

Envious: Thalia is often resentful of those who have what she does not; a happy family unit, the attention of someone she is attracted to, the ability to be assertive or fight when the moment calls for it. Whilst she often admires the good traits in others she also finds herself dwelling on them too, wishing she herself could hold them. Her insecurities are fed by her envious nature and the vicious cycle continues to battle on behind her pretty smile.

BIOGRAPHY: Thalia has only lived alone in New York city for 18 months. Prior to that she was rooming in dorms at New York University and went home during the holidays. Her knowledge of the city is limited at best as her years studying for a nursing degree left her with little free time, and her job left her with even less. Her studio apartment, luxurious by most standards, is a far cry away from the white paneled manor back in Suffolk County that she called home for most of her life. In truth she had never felt more right than the moment she took a job in the inner city and the keys to the tiny apartment, much to her parents disapproval.

Her parents were affluent enough to fund both private school and pay her college tuition, though this is were their generosity stopped. Neither her mother or father were the affectionate type and between her overly critical, cold mother and harsh, short tempered father her relationship with them is strained at best. Her aunt, whom she was closest to above all else, was her only anchor at home but coinciding with Thalia’s permanent move to the Big Apple she left to travel. Severing all ties with Suffolk, her parents and the stuffy country club she spent far too many weekends at.

To say she knows little about New York is an understatement. Her years studying left her with little free time and her now full time position leaves her with even less. Wonky working hours makes for an unactive social life. However she’s managed to find a foothold for her most beloved of passions; dancing, in a quant dancing studio a few blocks away from her apartment. The installation of a new vending machine there is actually what lead Thalia to consume the tonic water, regularly. For the first few weeks she wasn’t seen without a bottle in her bag, she even got into the habit of toting around the bottle at the nursing station.

Then the changes happened, nothing overtly flashy at first - no breaking the bathroom sink with super strength or flying in her sleep. In fact for the first two weeks it was hard for Thalia to notice her powers at all. Whilst the patients she visited and helped tend to were recovering, she had no reason to suspect it was anything other than the medicine the doctors had prescribed. One morning she was carrying out her morning rounds, her first stop of the day was with an elderly gentlemen known well by the nurses and doctors alike in the ward. He was a terminal case, or so they thought. One gentle pat on the shoulder from Thalia as she moved to fluff his pillows and ask about his nights sleep and his eyes lit up. He removed the breathing apparatus, much to her horror, and looked around the room as shocked and bewildered as she did. The tests over the next 3 days confirmed the impossible. He was cured and on the mend.

It was following this incident that Thalia started to piece the clues together and began experimenting. It was also in this time that others took notice, a building full of extremely intelligent people wouldn’t have taken long to string together the fact that all the patients recovering in miraculous ways were all tended to by the same person. Thalia had become careless in her attempts to help and explore her new gifts. The disappearances of people deemed ‘crazy’ by local news, one man believed he could fly whilst the other had declared he could change appearances, caught her attention. If others like her were going missing then surely she would be next.

The letter through her mailbox at the end of the week sparked her need to leave. The board was calling on her attendance to an ‘unofficial meeting of standards and practices’ and the red flags shot up. In her paranoia she packed her valuables, changes of clothes and everything else she could reasonably carry, and fled. Her missing persons report went up along the dozens of others, the trend in missing people has risen and she’s smart enough to know it’s not a coincidence.

Strange men in suits always seem to be just a few days behind her, Thalia never was exactly an expert at going on the run, and her safe houses have been all but burnt out. She is staying on the lookout for others now like her who might need her help in running too and trying to figure out the exact mystery behind the events that have completely changed her life.

HEADCANONS:

Dancing Queen - Thalia has always been an avid fan of dancing, whether it be basic ballroom, jazz or something more contemporary. Since moving to the city she’s had the opportunity to sign up to various classes in her free time to expand her passion. On the rare nights she goes out, it’s usually with the intention to find a fun place to go dancing.

Sleeping Beauty - Working at a hospital often leads to a wonky sleep schedule, but Thalia always had a tendency to sleep until noon on her days off long before her time in scrubs. She’s a heavy sleeper naturally and often unhappy to be woken up for anything short of an emergency.

Alcohol Intolerance - She’s just simply never enjoyed the taste of alcohol. Her aversion to drinking has only been bolstered by the fact she’s often drunk one glass in, and no one enjoys embarrassing themselves at the start of an evening. Perhaps if she drunk more wine and less water she wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: I’ve created a Thalia aesthetic here and her blog has a short ‘about me’ page with a few extra face which is linked here.

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