#sample app

[fenrirswoodhq]

**this is a sample app.

Welcome to Fenrir’s Wood NICO, you’ve been accepted for the role of CHRISTOPHER “TOPHER” ROMIJN, please refer to the member checklist and send your account to the main in 24 hours. 

[ Quintessa Swindell, non-binary he/they ] Hey, isn’t that CHRISTOPHER “TOPHER” ROMIJN. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a HUMAN? What I do know for certain is that they’re 24, and they’re RIGHTEOUS and IMPULSIVE. They’re originally from LUIK, BELGIUM, and have been in FENRIRSWOOD for 2 YEARS living in FORK’S ROAD. I wonder if they still work at THE FENWAY POOL as a POOL BUDDY. Best if they stay safe for now. ( Nico, UST, they/them, 29, triggers removed for discretion )

Death tw. 

Topher is originally from Luik, Belgium, where they lived with their mother. Their mother did whatever she could to make sure there was bread on the table, and while she never showed her child, she made a lot of enemies. Topher witnessed her murder, and knowing they were an orphan now, set the house ablaze and left the city, but not before picking up their long-term girlfriend and making a run for it. 

They made it as far as Paris before the girlfriend’s family tracked them down and took her back, leaving Topher hurt by the road. 

After they regained strength, Topher spend the next four years couch-surfing, travelling from country to country and never giving a fuck. Chance let them to Fenrir’s Wood, where several acts of kindness got them a place to stay and a job. They’re grateful to the community that saved them, unaware that they are Werewolves. 

Now one of their friends has been murdered, and they want to find out what happened.

He’s very impulsive, a little shy and held back, doesn’t trust people quickly, but will ALWAYS do what feels right, always stand up for the weak, kick people in the shins for saying shitty stuff, and fight for you if you’ve ever shown him kindness. 

#sample app

[tokyojapanhq]

Sample Application

𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 Tanaka, Kagura Age: 28 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Occupation: Crime Scene Cleaner Faceclaim, and Fandom: Satoru Gojo, Jujutsu Kaisen

Character Theme:(5 songs max)

Tate McRae - Exes

The Weeknd - Often ( Kygo Remix )

Selena Gomez - Souvenir feat. The Weeknd

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu (きゃり) - CANDY CANDY

Born with a diamond spoon; Kagura should have been ready to become the next successor to a wealthy business, as his father's only son. The Tanaka family built their wealth on pharmaceuticals by old recipes passed down by generations and new recipes that evolved with the times. It truly should have been a blessed life.

Instead Kagura fell in love with a decoy who took all she could from him. He gave her money, gifts, trips and even swore to marry her within the year. Kagura's father can see right through her tricks and gave Kagura an ultimatum: he leaves the woman or he won't obtain the life he was promised. The dumbass chose love.

His life falls apart fast before he can do anything about it. His choice made his father's business vulnerable to the data leak that eventually happened. Forcing his father to disown Kagura for his stupidity.

Today, Kagura lives in the lower class of Shibuya. Earning his money buy commissions to clean crime scenes for families who can't afford the higher end cleaners. Then finishing his day drinking in the red light district to help the time pass faster. His money seems to drain faster than he saves and the cycle repeats itself.

𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 Alias , Pronouns: Duke, he/him Age: 32 Activity Level (-/10), Timezone: (8/10), Central Triggers: Animal Cruelty Questions, comments, concerns: Put your questions, comments, and concerns here.

#sample app

[ao3-shenanigans]

Hello! @theeternalinferno made a survey to get folks’ thoughts on a hypothetical ao3 app

Rb for bigger sample size!

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #ao3 app #survey #rb for bigger sample size!! #Google forms #fanfiction.net #wattpad #ao3 shenanigans

[leafdoodles]

I know y’all come here for art but today I tried teaching myself music production and this was the outcome

Going for western?? movie soundtrack?? (I don’t know what I’m doing??)

#I know how to play 4 songs on guitar and that’s the extent of my music knowledge #the initial base guitar I wrote but the second bit was sampled #because the app wouldn’t let me add a second instrument #leaf chatter #I’ve been trying to hype myself into sharing music for months lmao

[vampiremotif]

if you use more than one just choose the one you use most often

#reblog for sample size #polls #dating apps #wrong crowd on the celibacy app lol but im curious #my polls

[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

(PREVIEW) ONEW unreleased photocards for Fromm's Early Bird Event

#240404 #shinee #onew #lee jinki #jinki #fromm app #daily update #hard era #samples #fromm early bird event

[coquelicoq]

i just saw someone say that "the vast majority of the userbase is complaining" about tumblr's recent layout change. i see this a lot after a change: people complaining about it (sometimes without saying what about it is bad, making it sound like either it's self-evident (it usually is not) or just that it's bad because it's change and change is always bad) and saying that everyone else is complaining about it too. i don't know how to tell you this but a) you don't follow every user on tumblr so how can you possibly know what "everyone" or "the majority of users" thinks about anything and b) ONLY THE PEOPLE WHO FEEL VERY STRONGLY ARE TALKING ABOUT IT!! people who are not bothered are not spending time posting about how unbothered they are! please look up "selection bias" and stop making me read this nonsense with my own eyeballs.

#i don't get what's so bad abt this change bc it doesn't bother me & no one is explaining it! the most i've seen is it's 'like twitter' #which people don't like i guess bc this might imply that tumblr could be taking more cues from twitter than just the layout? #which is also fallacious reasoning #some changes i do hate. like for instance the change that made it so i can no longer click to the version that someone rbed from #which breaks the prev tag culture :( #but some changes are whatever! and some changes are good even!! #it's fine if it takes time to get used to something being different of course but it seems like the reaction on here can be so extreme #so fast. 'bombard the app with 1-star reviews!!!!' how about you give it a couple weeks and maybe you'll calm down. #i think there's a sense of 'if it ain't broke don't fix it' but it is broke though! tumblr is unsustainable and they gotta do stuff to make #the site more attractive and easier to use for new users. they can do that without losing what makes tumblr tumblr #the layout is not what makes tumblr tumblr! the functionality is. and sometimes that does change for the worse #and i get having complaints about that. but not really about moving the location of some buttons #anyway i haven't said anything before because i don't have strong feelings about this UX change but i DO have strong feelings about #the vague yet very forceful complaints about the UX change that i keep seeing lol #tumblr #fallacies #anyway don't get distracted by my tags. this post is not really about me not understanding what's so bad about this specific change #it's about people who hate a change assuming that everyone agrees with them because they're only seeing the reactions from #a biased subset of the userbase #(by biased i don't mean the users are biased. i mean the sample is biased...it's highly likely to include people who feel strongly #and unlikely to include people who are neutral or feel less strongly)

[coochiequeens]

Monday 30 October 2023

British police testing women for abortion drugs

Reporter Phoebe Davis

Forensic reports seen by Tortoise show police requesting tests for mifepristone and misoprostol.

British police are testing women for abortion drugs and requesting data from menstrual tracking apps after unexplained pregnancy losses.

Tortoise has seen forensic reports in which police have requested a mass spectrometry test, which can detect the presence of the abortion drugs mifepristone and misoprostol in the urine, blood and placenta of women under investigation.

Other reports include requests for “data related to menstruation tracking applications” as part of the police’s investigations.

It’s understood these requests have been taking place for at least the past three years. Dr Jonathan Lord, co-chair of the British Society of Abortion Care Providers and an NHS consultant gynaecologist, called searching women’s phones for menstrual data “chilling and deeply intrusive”.

“We already know that police routinely remove phones and computers from women suspected of having an [illegal] abortion and it’s even happening following miscarriage and pregnancy loss,” Lord said. “This is damaging enough as it leaves women frightened and isolated immediately after suffering a substantial trauma.” 

Lord told Tortoise he was aware of cases of blood tests being taken with the woman’s consent by NHS staff at the request of police, including, he said, “when women knew they were innocent after suffering an unexpected premature delivery”.

Even when the test finds no trace of abortion medication women can continue to remain under suspicion “as a negative test does not exclude earlier use of drugs”, he said. In that event, he argued, “the only motivation for testing is entrapment”. 

Although abortion was legalised in England and Wales in 1967, the procedure is still criminal in specific circumstances. 

Under Section 58 of the Offence Against the Person Act 1861, which carries a maximum life sentence, it is illegal for a woman to administer “poison” (abortion pills) with the intent to cause her own miscarriage after the 24-week legal limit. 

Last month, the fifth woman this year appeared in an English court charged under Section 58, compared with only three previous prosecutions in the past 160 years. 

In 2021, a teenage girl with an unexplained early stillbirth faced a year-long criminal investigation that examined her text messages and search history before police dropped the case. A coroner concluded the pregnancy ended because of natural causes. 

In Poland, where there has been a near-total ban on legal abortion since 2020, there were concerns raised earlier this year in response to a state-funded study which reported forensic tests could be used to detect abortion pills in foetal and maternal samples. 

A recent Human Rights Watch report found there were “sweeping and speculative” investigations of women in Poland – including those who had a legal medical abortion. The practice, it said, “can only be described as a witch hunt”. 

Last month, the New York Times claimed tests to detect abortion drugs were being used in Poland “in rare cases” to investigate the outcomes of pregnancies, but that “these tests are not yet known to be in use anywhere else in the world”, including the US. 

A spokesperson for AidAccess, which provides abortion pills by post to all 50 US states, said they were “not aware of toxicological tests for mifepristone and misoprostol being used in the US by police in any way yet” but they had heard of similar tests being used in Poland. 

There has been a rise in cases of UK police investigating the procurement of illegal abortions in recent years, according to Home Office data. Campaigners say this constitutes grounds for repealing the 1861 law and replacing it with medical regulation. 

“It can never be in the public interest to subject a woman to criminal investigation following a pregnancy loss. They ought to expect compassion and sympathy. Not only are these investigations desperately cruel but they’re also an enormous waste of police resources,” Lord said. 

Two weeks ago, the UK’s Court of Appeal ruled that jail was “unlikely to be just” in the case of Carla Foster. The 45 year-old was initially sentenced earlier this year to 28 months in prison for illegally procuring abortion drugs while she was over 32 weeks pregnant. 

Since 2020, women in England who are less than 10 weeks pregnant have been able to have a medical abortion – taking mifepristone and then misoprostol – in their home after a phone or face-to-face appointment with a doctor. 

The College of Policing says current guidance to police is not to routinely take samples when women are being investigated after the unexpected death of an infant immediately after birth, and that it is for lead investigating officers to decide which lines of enquiry to follow, including whether to seek biological samples.  

It is unlawful for health professionals to take samples of bodily fluids without the informed consent of the patient, according to Dr Sally Sheldon, a law professor at Bristol University. “For that consent to be valid, patients need to understand the nature and purpose of the procedure to which they are consenting.”

In the investigation of women after an unexplained pregnancy loss, she said “the woman would need to understand that blood or urine or placenta samples are to be used not for diagnostic purposes but in pursuit of a criminal investigation”. 

Even if this is explained to the woman and they agree to a forensic analysis of samples, “given the nature of these cases, there are grounds for concern regarding whether her consent was truly valid and informed,” Dr Sheldon said. 

After Roe v Wade was overturned in the US last summer, removing the constitutional right to an abortion, women were urged by activists and data privacy experts to delete period trackers over fears law enforcement could use the data to identify those seeking abortions. 

One of the most popular period tracking apps, Clue, responded to these concerns by stating it “would not respond to any disclosure request or attempted subpoena” of their users’ health data by US authorities, or any authorities. 

Other apps launched “anonymous mode” which removed identifiable user information, or implemented end-to-end encryption of users’ data. 

Dr Allison Holmes, Lecturer in Law at the University of Kent told Tortoise she was not surprised to hear menstrual app data was being requested by UK police when investigating suspected illegal abortions, based on her research into the treatment of victims’ phones in sexual offence investigations. 

The UK Home Office was approached but did not comment. 

The National Police Chiefs’ Council was approached for comment but had not responded at the time of publication.

#UK #Policing women’s bodies #Police searching through menstrual cycle tracking apps #Harassing women who suffered a miscarriage #Don't consent to the pigs taking samples

[agentplutonium]

thinking about revamping my blog, what theme do you think i should consider

#if you couldn’t tell this is the MOST unserious poll i’ve ever put on this app #but idk i like having ppls opinions (is a people pleaser) #plutonium_rambles #rb for sample size maybaps #idk is that what you’re supposed to say to these thing

[praisethelamps]

#pls rb to increase sample size!! #this app is becoming so unusable and I'm so tired #I don't see posts from my friends and artists and other cool ppl I follow

[andromedaexists]

my application for graduation was just approved i'm going to cry

#thank god my appeal to not be kicked out went through #i'm almost done #4 classes away #and my grad school apps are due this winter but honestly? i might put them off another year bc of how much stress this has put me under #i'll see if i get my written sample done #if i do i'll apply this year #if i don't that's okay i'll apply next year #andi talks

[lyriumlullaby-ao3]

philpapers and jstor, my beloveds 💖💖

#iykyk 😌💖 #im working on my writing sample for grad apps today lmao it’s written but needs heavy restructuring and editing #so to the online databases we go for citable material 💖✨ #antares speaks #not dragon age

[endlessevenings]

TIMING: July 2023. LOCATION: Bearcliff Motel PARTIES: Mahuika & Tanya, the hiring manager SUMMARY: Mahuika gets a job. CONTENT WARNING: Mind control, brief mention of smoking at the end.

“Why do you want to work here?” The lady behind the desk was chewing on some sort of toothpick, or maybe it was the stick of a lollipop. If it was a Tootsie Roll, maybe Mahuika could get her to give away whatever she had left.

Mahuika wanted to respond with a, ‘because I need a stupid job so I can live on my own,’ but that wasn’t appropriate. That wouldn’t win her any favors. She supposed that she had to at least try before resorting to bribery. Or just getting what she rightfully deserved. It wasn’t like this was some sought-after job. She could’ve easily gotten her way into working in some high paying super important job, but she hadn’t.

She was being altruistic in that way, wasn’t she? The thought made her lips curve into something resembling a smile.

“I like to help people.” Her smile grew, nearly entirely fake, but the lady behind the desk didn’t know that. “And this job would let me do that, and I grew up outside of town, so I like, totally know the area.” She absolutely didn’t. 

It seemed to be the right thing to say, though, because the lady smiled and clicked her pen and chewed on the inside of her cheek in thought. Though, Mahuika had to wonder, what sort of thought was necessary for hiring somebody to work at a beaten up motel? 

Just because things seemed right, didn’t mean that she couldn’t help work things in her favor, and so she concentrated on the lady – whose name she couldn’t quite remember, though a quick glance to the nametag on her breast would’ve said that it was Tanya.

Which was pretty enough, as far as names went.

A pretty name wasn’t going to get in her way. She focused, concentrating on the woman – whose name Mahuika still didn’t actually know, since she’d never actually looked at her nametag – trying to get a sense of her mind, of all her thoughts, and with a flick of her wrist (which was for dramatic effect more than anything else) she focused her thoughts on getting the woman to agree to what she wanted. A job, the permission to stay over if she ever needed to, and a five-dollar addition to that advertised base pay. 

She was going to be working, and she deserved to be compensated for it.

Suddenly, motel-lady was saying how grateful they’d be to have her, and that Mahuika should expect to hear back within a couple of days, but that she had a feeling that Mahuika was going to be very pleased (cue popping bubble gum) with what she heard. 

Fat chance, she thought, but grinned brightly, eyes finally making it to the woman’s nameplate. “Tanya, that’s so exciting!” Her false excitement even caught her off guard, but the woman seemed to eat it right up. Another flick of her wrist, because she didn’t want to wait.

“Actually, you know what…”

Mahuika leaned forward, as if entirely enchanted by the woman. “Yeah-uh?” Perfectly pink lips perfectly puckered, wide eyes.

“I think I can just go ahead and give you this now. I mean, you’re the most qualified of anybody we’ve had come by, and so what the hell, right?”

“You s-uuuuure?” Mahuika made every effort to draw out her words. Though the deal was sealed, and she knew it.

“I am.” Tanya reached out to take Mahuika’s hands in her own. “Welcome to the team! We’re bear-y happy to have you.”

The pun could’ve made her sick to her stomach.

Instead, “I’m beary happy to be joining you.”

God, she needed a cigarette. Or something.

#solo #writing #rough & rotten #// just app sample <3 #and yes tanya's name comes from mamma mia #gotta keep up my brand :P

[vanishingreyes]

don't be a stranger || solo

TIMING: March, 2023. PARTIES: Xóchitl Reyes. SUMMARY: Xóchitl tries to make herself at home in her new office. Sentimental feelings can't get in the way. CONTENT WARNINGS: Implications of grief.

The wooden office panels practically seemed to reflect the late-afternoon spring light off of them as Xóchitl set her boxes around the room. Her office, her space, which wasn’t so very much, given that she’d had her own space all throughout growing up, but there was something about having her own professional space that gave her a certain sort of sense of success that she could really remember ever feeling before.

I’ve made it, Mac. She smiled, barely, as she adjusted the photo of the two of them on her desk. There had never been a reason for her to get rid of the photos, even if they had been boxed up for years after she and her parents had moved to Boston. It felt wrong to return to Maine without some part of Mackenzie with her, though, even if all that could reasonably be at this point was a photograph. She had a plastic ring, still, hers in a bright blue to Mackenzie’s perfect pink. It didn’t fit her now, but it was stuffed in the back of her sock drawer back at home. Pieces of her friend everywhere, which might have not been the best, but it had to be better than letting Mackenzie be forgotten for good.

Even the thought of that dropped a bit in her stomach, and she quickly shoved a few more books onto one of her shelves before she jumped at a knock on her door. Just the head of the Psych department at the hospital. 

“I trust you are settling in well, Dr. Reyes?”

Xóchitl plastered on a well-rehearsed smile and turned to face him. “You bet I am. Even got a few referrals already.” He didn’t have to know that the reason she was so well-prepared was so that she would have more time to focus on more important things. Things she hadn’t brought up when she applied for the job, even though she couldn’t entirely lie about being a Wicked’s Rest native. There was too much documentation otherwise to prove it. Birth records, photos of Xóchitl winning some sort of award that she couldn’t recall in Kindergarten, her mothers’ names on the house on World’s End Isle. The deed, or whatever it was that kept a record of past residents. 

She knew that someone else lived there now.

Still, nobody had to know that she hadn’t just felt a calling to come back and teach in her hometown. That she’d come here with a much higher purpose (not religious, no matter what that phrasing made it sound like), but no matter how much she’d technically never have to work another day in her life (or at least not hard), shuttering herself away wasn’t going to give her answers.  

“I’ll let you get back to your work.” Xóchitl startled, only for a moment, having entirely forgotten that the man was there. 

“I’ll come and reach out in case I need anything at all!” The cheeriness of her voice practically made her sick to her stomach, but one glance back at her desk steadied her once again.

There was a reason behind everything, and there was logic behind everything, and she knew that she’d find it. She had all the time in the world, and the same stubbornness that her moms had commented on more often than not throughout her childhood. Thankfully, the head of the department left right after that, leaving Xóchitl all by herself again. She adjusted her ponytail, and reapplied a coat of lip balm in the mirror.

“I’ll do this. Whatever it takes,” and with a curt nod, she turned back to her bookshelves.

#don't be a stranger #solo #// basically my app sample with a little bit changed

[deus-ex-mona]

why can’t this week just end alreadyyyyyyy

#rant about the week incomin’ in the tags bc ‘complaining’ is my unofficial middle name #this week has *not* been my week so far and it’s only wednesday morning #my horrible week commenced on sunday night when i was unable to sleep bc my pillow was oriented wrong #thus i had a grand total of 1 hour of sleep which was not very poggers tbh. so i tried to sleep on the train but… #the guy next to me??? kept swaying to lean on my shoulder??? so i hunched over to avoid physical contact but he just landed on my back?? #so that sucked balls. i kept having to wake up to push him away with my bag and then trying to go back to sleep. #but then!!! just as i fell asleep after one such instance!!! the guy’s phone alarm went off????? like?? why???? why would you set an alarm?? #we’re on a friggin train mannnnn!!!!! why did you have to set an alarm????????????? #and ofc when the dude finally alighted (and i was asleep) he just *had* to jab me in the side with his elbow when he got up. ಠ_ಠ #so that’s how i knew the rest of the week was gonna be just ✨peachy✨ #anyways manning 2 workstations (+ 1 bonus ‘mini’ workstation) on 1h of sleep isn’t very fun. esp if you’re incompetent af like me #and ofc there just had to be problems too. like the printers couldn’t print (and the systems crashed everytime i tried to print something) #and this sample running software kept closing itself in the middle of running samples so that was a pain to deal with #and tuesday (yesterday) wasn’t much better. in fact it was ✨worse✨. none of the 2 workstations could get started till like 10am and aaaaaa— #to make matters worse i had stubbed my toe so badly in the morning that my skin tore. so walking was ✨much pain✨ as well :( #and ofc yesterday had to be the one day where i had to walk back and forth an unnecessarily high number of times >:( sadded #and ofc they *had* to have an hour-long meeting about something or other towards the end of the workday when i had yet to eat my lunch >:( #(fell asleep during the meeting though bc it was boring as balls whoops) #and i could only take a half-hour break after that >:((( i wanted my full hour dammitttttttt #and ofc it was raining when i left and ofc it took like 25 mins for me to hail a taxi on this booking app bc i didn’t want to take the train #and ofccccc i misheard the taxi driver when he arrived and he roasted my chinese speaking skills. and ofcccc we were caught in a traffic jam #(i had a really nice hour long nap in the cab though so thanks traffic jam) #and thus ended my terrible 2 past weekdays. i’m drained af and it’s *only* wednesday morning????!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i’m mentally looping anzu no uta (imascg) to cope. ‘nu-uh i don’t wanna work’ so true anzu #i just wanna sleeeeeeep and wake up this weekend or sth idk it’s too early in the year for this #it is suiyoubi my dudes #may spam self-rb my monster-length character image/gif posts later to cope. you have been warned

[fanfaire]

　ALICE IN TWO PARTS　　— ✧ app.

ahmhmm.

she clears her throat. adjusts her collar.

with a lift of her lashes, the stunning array beneath is revealed — a curtain rising on scintillating blues, on glittering mismatched irises. her smile is emphatic, a swell of confidence buoyed on wide wings. and indeed, the grand flourish of one arm is worthy of a stage.

"now, i understand that you'd be curious as to what would bring me of all citizens knocking on the doors of the adventurer's guild!

after all — though i may be hydro archon no longer — how could one such as myself lack in means, or want for the mundane adventure of ordinary commissions?"

... maybe not. she doesn't want to leave the impression that the kinds of requests they are have no worth or meaning.

"... how would one such as myself lack in means when, should i but extend my hand to take them, no derth of opportunity awaits me! that i was once fontaine's brightest star hasn't changed, though my position in the sky has moved" — oh, yes, that was good! — "and a north star is a north star still."

she clears her throat again. now where to go from here?

hands upon her knees, she drops into the seat behind her and lifts her face. from the mirror, two-toned eyes stare back at her, set in a roundish face five-hundred years young. framed in plush, bouncing ivory. she twirls the end of one alabaster curl idly about a gloved finger, as she'd done countless, innumerable times before.

furina before the interview, printed and pastelled.

furina backstage, spinning through roles like underwater currents.

furina alone in her bedchamber, taking off the smile. furina crying when she can't.

as if it might tell her which she was today, she rises just as suddenly as she'd sat and presses gloved palm to the mirror. white touches black, and for a moment her heart stops, caught between horror and hope; that liminal space. mirror-me? you're—?

white touches white.

... silly me. there was no more mirror-her. sometimes she wonders if there had ever been. had it truly happened, five hundred years ago in what felt more and more like a dream as she remembered and unremembered? or had it always just been her, fooling herself to fool herself into thinking she could do something at all? she has posed this refrain to herself this so many times that she has lost track of the soliloquy and its numbers, and in the end none of it had mattered — the prophecy had been wrong.

the prophecy had been wrong.

"if a north star only hangs on high, what good is it to anyone?"

"the truth is, i'd like to leave this place and see the real stories, and maybe they'll tell me what i'm supposed to do with freedom."

"the truth is, i am supposed to be happier now. will this make me happier now?"

these are all good lines, she thinks. great lines, even; she can hear them easily resonating through generations of playbooks, refashioned and recreated, dusted off for the next century's audience that would get to their feet and clap and clap and clap, cheering under the lights, throwing bouquets under the lights, calling for encores under the lights; she can hear herself saying them; she can hear herself clapping to them too, even though she's heard them so many times, cheering herself too for the next generation of stagecraft.

furina before the interview, furina alone in her bedchamber, furina backstage, and furina lost within the halls of her own house all smile to themselves before the mirror.

the playbook is a lovely thing. it has a wonderful way of being something even when everything else in the world is not.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　/ /

"... and a north star is a north star still!" she declares, drawing the curious glances of a few roaming passersby. "and that being so, i declare that the brightest stars need no high throne to shine. so i am here, not as furina de fontaine, nor the heart and waters of this nation, but as furina herself — an ordinary human, with no great powers. it is my hope that the adventurer's guild will give me the chance to reach not high but far, where the purest of waters can flow. there, i should like to expand my horizons, to see what new sights await me."

the guildmaster puts his hands together to clap as he nods, approval warm and happy on his face. 

so, phew, in the end she has done it again. subtly at her side, fingertips touch the vision at her hip. 

this must be what it is, she thinks — to be free?

furina in pursuit of self, exit stage left.

#「 ✦✧ 𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 / scripted. ♕ 」 #meant to put this up sooner and then forgor #but i'd thought i'd share furina's “ how'd you join the guild ” app sample since i had a great time writing it ! #tfw killing time waiting for the 3.3 patch to download :intense_crying: #have i mentioned i adore my girl? i adore my girl..