#uuuuh ask to tag if i missed anything
Text
20 questions for fic writers
I was tagged by @thelordofgifs and @zealouswerewolfcollector, thank you!
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 163, all since 2018 except one from 2013.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,117,051 (how?)
3. What fandoms do you write for? Whatever I'm hyperfixated on, so currently Dragonlance/The Last Trial, I have not abandoned my Silmarillion fics I swear, the last few fandoms were The Witcher, Shadowhunters, etc.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos? wolves and voices (Witcher) by far, then take me back to the start (Shadowhunters), Didn't the trees tell us their stories? (Witcher), map out a world (Shadowhunters), straight through the smoke (Shadowhunters). They're not necessarily my best either, just a combo of larger fandoms and some of them being fairly old.
5. Do you respond to comments? I try to respond to every comment, though I often lack the energy and I've been known to respond six months late.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I usually only write unhappy ending in ficlets, so probably Lord of Nothing (Silm) or we'd laugh at the ghosts of our fears (Silm)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
if I am to braid my mystic crown (Silm) has a particularly happy ending I guess?
take me back to the start (Shadowhunters) has perhaps not the happiest ending but the one I'm most proud of.
8. Do you get hate on fics? I have gotten hate before, though nothing extreme. Those comments are just people being obvious jerks though, I find them easier to deal with than people who "helpfully" offer concrit and make you doubt everything you've ever written.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've been known to write fusions, not crossovers so much, though Rats And Sand Jars is a crack Encanto/Shadowhunters treated seriously.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I think I've had someone ask before if they could, but I never heard anything more.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I don't ship tbh. But if we're talking about a couple I still think about and miss years later, maybe Thunderblink (The Gifted).
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? SO MANY OMG. The one I regret abandoning the most is perhaps the time we've been given (Shadowhunters).
16. What are your writing strengths? Stream of consciousness-style writing, otherwise dialogue I guess? And writing disabled characters.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? English. It's not my native language and my active vocabulary is restricted no matter how large my passive vocabulary is. Also humor isn't my strongest suit.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? In my own fics I'll try not to write more than a few words. In other people's fic, my opinion depends entirely on whether I can read that language xD
19. First fandom you wrote for? Uuuuh depends what counts as fandom and what counts as writing. First fandom I posted a fic for was Harry Potter, way back when I was a teen writing in French on ffnet. But I wrote roleplays/cooperative fanfic on forums before that and also stuff for school that was totally fanfic.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written? take me back to the start (Shadowhunters) if we're talking longfics. On the shorter side I'm quite proud of your veins are empty of dust (Silm).
Tagging @camille-lachenille @chthonion @thescrapwitch @emyn-arnens if you haven't done it yet!
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 30
I am really trying to be better but it is hard to forget my baby kitty...
Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.
If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Victoria was curious about the brain map in front of her. It was colorful, going from blue to white. Most of her right brain and about a third of her left brain were bright white. From what she remembered from anatomy class, the left brain is logic and the right is about creativity.
The doctor pointed to the right blob. “This explains your voices. Basically your brain is creating them and your left brain is not able to differentiate from reality. The over activity of your brain is unable to shut down and create your sleepless nights. What is your usual treatment ?”
Victoria thought hard to remember. “Uuuuh. A thymo-regulator, two antipsychotics in small doses and a relaxing pill to help induce sleep.”
The doctor pondered hard. “I see… Can you tell me a bit more about the molecules ? It would help me avoid creating a chemical shock.”
The young woman explained the dosage and the name of the molecules to the man in white robe. He nodded multiple times and took notes on his computer.
After what felt like an eternity, he prescribed her a stronger antipsychotic, some sleeping pills and asked her to increase the thymo-regulator. He also gave her a 2 week rest at home notice for Crowley, advising her to do the bare minimum and sleep through it.
She paid what seemed to be an enormous price and left the office.
Once outside, she bought a sandwich to eat while waiting for the bus. The prospect of climbing the mountain that leads to NRC wasn’t enjoyable for her. She clearly wasn’t a part of the mountain lovers club.
When she was done with her sandwich, the bus came and took her back to the academy. In front of it, she sighted. [How am I going to explain this to Yuu ? I should tell the truth, I know it but would they even be able to understand it ? It is a lot for a teenager to handle. “Hello, I am mentally ill but no worries I don’t go to the psych ward this often !”. She face-palmed herself way to go girl… If it is difficult for a child, what will it be when I will explain it to Grim ? The poor guy is going to ask me if he can eat it…].
She opened the door of the rundown dorm and was welcomed by the sight of the duo watching the TV, both with their mouths opened.
She had a small smile “Hey everyone…”.
They turned their heads and both had big smiles plastered on it. “Victoriaaaa !!!! We missed you !”.
Grim added “Yuu is not good at cooking.” while Yuu asked “Where were you ? We were a bit worried.”.
She had a small laugh and shut down the TV. Mustering her courage, she said “We need to talk about something serious.”
She sat on a sofa and inhaled slowly. “Yuu, Grim, I hide it, but I am a bit sick. Like I am constantly sick but by periods. And right now is one of those periods. Like you said Yuu, I am missing a lot of sleep and can’t really focus. And Grim, no I am not faking it to not go to the academy and work. I have 2 weeks off, so normally I should be better in a few days. Just that I will sleep a lot during the day and won’t be able to accompany you to school. Sorry…”.
Right on the dot, Grim asked “Can’t you eat it ?”.
The woman felt her soul leaving her body. [Super…]
Yuu hushed Grim. “You can’t chew off illnesses, Grim ! You need self-care and medications, even if it is just a cold. It can become worse if you don’t do anything.” They faced Victoria. “I understand, I… We will do our best to not hinder you in your recovery ! We will be calm and not mess around.”.
She pinched her nose “It is not a question of hindering of not, it is a question of understanding.” The woman smiled a bit. “I take your word for it, be calm and study hard, the exams are in 2 weeks.”
Yuu mumbled something. Victoria raised an eyebrow. “Yes Yuu ?”
They bite their lips. “Will you give us a group math class ? Ace, Deuce, Grim and I are behind.”.
The brunette frowned. “What ? But you both study it a lot. What happened ? Show me your notes”.
Yuu reappeared in the living room with their notes and showed it. The woman flipped through the pages. [Mhm… They are still studying the integrals but… This is not the level asked for a first year student.].
She looked at the last page where could see an attempt to resolve an equation with variable substitution. She blurted “Is this guy… Incompetent ?”.
Yuu lowered their head. Victoria hurried “Not you, Yuu. The teacher !! I think he is inapt to teach.”
The Child was surprised and Grim gasped. Grim asked “Why ?”.
[The racoon loves drama ?].
The eldest answered frankly. “What you are studying is far too high-level for you. It is outside program. You should be beginning to study about irreal planes and their reasoning. Not integrals with variable substitutions.”.
Grim had a wide smile and threw his paws in the air. “So it is normal that we understand nothing !! Nya ha ha, I knew it !”.
The woman massaged her temples while giving back to Yuu their notes. “Alright, I will teach you. But it doesn’t mean it will be now, I need to rest first. Maybe in a week.”.
Tagged : @hipsterteller @1-randomized @boba-tea-fish
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
WIP Ask Meme
Tagged by @sithrightsactivist (who Tumblr doesn't want to tag properly for some reason)
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs
Uuuuh, my clutter bitch life extends to my WIPs. I have no organization. They're just out there. Unfinished. Amongst everything else. So I'm sure I'll miss some but, let's see...
Edinburgh (GO)
Tension (FFXIV)
Paradise Found (GO)
Tevinter Lucien (DAI)
Knight Enchanter (DAI)
Cole (DAI)
Snow March Stuff (DAI)
Unfinished Lucy (DAI)
Before Dressrosa (OP)
Dressrosa (OP)
Blood (OP)
Most of these are part of published but unfinished fics. Because of that, some WIPs I didn't include because they didn't have anything new, beyond what has been published. I also, tragically, found a few lines I'd written for a finished fic but in a different, forgotten file. So it wasn't included in that fic and I can't list bc it makes me sad lol.
Anyway, gonna tag @zombolouge, @racketghost, @feralkwe, and @icescrabblerjerky. Plus anyone else who wants to but I'm too lazy to tag 11 people.
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
uuuuh, toadfoot and rippletail (the riverclan one) for the hypokits (i have this random au that toad and ripple crushed on each other during their beaver quest adventures; never has it been founded on canon, i just decided they were gay)
so my pen decided to eat shit on me mid drawing hhh. i should have it fixed soon, but in the meantime, i have some wip stuff saved. the designs might be tweaked for the finished product tho. i'll post n tag u when it's done!
i always approve of making random ass cats gay, totally on board for this ship now. i ended up getting rly attached to this gal, her name is Dusklight! I have a whole backstory for her now, which is part of why i wanted to share the art while it's still a wip. anyway, story under the cut cause it's p long lmao
Toadfoot and Rippletail have a fling/budding relationship during the journey. i think they would have eventually broken up on good terms, and be awkward cross clan co-parents, but with everything cut short by Rippletail's death, Toadfoot was left with a lot of what-ifs and became very depressed and wistful about it
when he comes home and eventually has Dusklight, he's secretive and defensive about her parentage. especially after the whole Hollyleaf fiasco before. he only tells Tallpoppy and Applefur. they help him raise Dusklight.
Toadfoot does very much care about Dusklight, and shows it, but there's always an odd distance between them. i mean, what do you do when your daughter looks so much like your dead forbidden summer romance? Tallpoppy and Applefur are close to Dusk, but they're secretive about her other parent too. and can also be akward at times
Dusklight grows up always feeling like she never quite belongs. no one speaks about whoever her other parent is, but there's always whispers. Dusk assumes they must've been evil or something, and that's why no one ever says anything. Dovewing is eventually the one to tell her the truth (they end up pretty close too). Dusklight doesn't tell her dad she knows at first.
she starts fishing and swimming alone, to see if that's what she feels like she's missing. maybe she'll feel like she belongs in riverclan. she likes fish, and swimming is fun enough, but it's just not what she's looking for.
she tells her dad after that, and they have a heart to heart. they have a much better bond from then on out, and understand each other more. (although Toad is pretty pissed Dove told her.) Toad asks if she wants to find her living relatives i riverclan, but Dusk isn't ready for that yet. (Rippletail doesn't have any cannon ones, so uh, just vague relatives ig)
Toadfoot dies during the great battle, which i decided to keep. before that happens tho, Dusklight is able to meet Rippletail, and fight alongside both of her dads. she's devastated when Toad dies, but is able to say goodbye to him before he leaves (probably off to finish his doomed fling in starclan lmao)
after the battle, Dusk does find her riverclan relatives, and tries to connect with them when she can. she decides to stay in shadowclan, but she tries to do things for her half clan heritage in small personal ways. she still swims and fishes on her own, speaks to her relatives (who agree to keep Toadfoot and Rippletail's secret), and decorates her nest with feathers and stones. she's also still very close to her aunt and grandma, even more so after Toad died.
but ye!! Hope u like her!! i love her sm now honestly lmao
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Rating Hermits based on whether or not I'd call them to help me hide a body
Because it's 1:00 am again and you know what that means, it's time for me to make another unhinged list and immediately pass out afterwards! (Mandatory disclaimers: personas only obviously, also I promise I did not actually kill a guy)
Mumbo: I'm not sure how he'd deal with a body but I get the feeling that if I asked him to help me hide one he'd probably have a panic attack. 0/10 not because he'd be a snitch but just because I don't want to put the poor guy through that
Grian: If I could prove it was for a good cause, this guy would 100% help me hide a body. He seems like he has experience, which might be useful. 9/10 because there is the small chance that he'll report it if he gets bored with keeping a secret
Iskall: He would absolutely help me hide a body, no questions asked, but I'd owe him big time afterwards. 8/10 because debt to the tree man scary
Tango: Realistically, he'd probably be about the same as Grian in terms of helping me if he knew I was in the right. However, this man also can't lie for shit so 6/10 not willing to get my cover blown
Impulse: Shovel shuffle. 10/10
Zedaph: There are two options here: either Zed freaks out and I'd end up wishing I hadn't put this burden on him, or he is Weirdly Calm about the whole body hiding thing. Option one I'd feel horrible about, option 2 would be terrifying. 0/10
Doc: Would take the body and tell me to "stop worrying about it". I am not at all confident that he won't use it for some form of less-than-advisible science. 4/10 might go to him in a pinch but it would make me nervous
Ren: He would check to make sure I was okay, but really I don't think he would want to implicate himself in the crime. He would probably tell me to go find someone else to help. 5/10 wouldn't rat me out but also wouldn't give much more than emotional support
False: Queen of heads, hearts, and body parts. 'Nuff said. 11/10
Stress: She would be unexpectedly, scarily calm about it. She would probably teach me how to dissolve the body in acid or something, all while reassuring me that everything was going to be fine. 9/10 great help but I'd be a little worried about how many times she's done this before
Cleo: Is this even a question? "Dealing with a dead body" is just Cleo's day-to-day life (Death? Undeath? Un-life?). Wouldn't be phased at all. 100/10
Xisuma: By the end of this interaction, I will have had at least one cup of tea, I will probably be crying, and X will have throughly convinced me to turn myself in to the authorities. -99/10 the tea and talk would be good but this is kind of the opposite of "hiding"
Bdubs: Way, way too comfortable with this. Offers to help me fake my death and change my identity along with hiding the body. 2/10 he'd be very thorough but I'd probably end up with a forged birth certificate and an unnecessary plane ticket to Russia or something
Joe: Absolute wild card. He probably doesn't trust the justice system enough to turn me in to the police, but he certainly wouldn't just help me hide a body without a good long talk about exactly what I was thinking first. Still, no clue what he would do after that. ???/10
Keralis: Ruthless capitalist with unsettling eyes? -10/10 wouldn't ask him for anything but 100/10 would pin the murder on him, seems like an easy scapegoat
Etho: Like Iskall, except instead of an unspoken agreement that I owe him something undefined, Etho would make me sign away something or other in a rather fluidly-worded contract that I am in no way comfortable with signing. He would then disappear into the night without a trace until the time came to collect his payment. -100/10 he is absolutely smarter than me and seems like a very bad person to be in debt to, no matter how good Shade-E-E's impromptu burial service might be.
#Hermitcraft#tw death#tw implied violence#uuuuh ask to tag if i missed anything#shade rambles#listen i promise i don't purposely stay up to make these they just happen#i know i missed a few Hermits but it's now 1:36 am and i gotta shreep#also i actually had a more in-depth analysis for Impulse; but just saying shovel shuffle was 100% funnier so#shovel shuffle my dudes :)#time to go pass out#(queued for a more reasonable time in case i reread it in the morning and it's full of typos)
722 notes
·
View notes
Note
i haven't been paying much attention to the au chat can you maybe make a quick summary of the stuff i missed on the celesdial au so i don't have to back read <3 ?
no clue where you left off so time to backread
okay huge tldr cuz idk what youve missed but whats been doing down lately is me combing vods to try and solidify the timeline (send help) gen posted about the au on twitter uuuuh we talked about lmanburg in hermitcraft and how itd change in eclipse, also i think we’re unofficially calling the combined au eclipse? idk i suggested it at 2 am and gen called me smart and i think they tagged with it once idk
weve memed a lot about interactions iirc, gen assigned me phil kin
a lots been going down via tumblr asks
you asked the worst person, i dont remember shit about anything
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
Some kind of tag game idk whats going on either
(Thanks @diezentrale for tagging me though)
Last song? Dvorak Cello concerto no.2 if that counts. The last actual song would have been “comfort of strangers” by bastille (cause anything by bastille just gives me free serotonin)
Last movie: The Imitation Game (give my anything about smart people doing smart things and I am hooked)
Currently watching: Uuuuh I just finished queen’s gambit yesterday. I might give barbarians a try because I heard they actually speak latin and i need that in my life right now
Currently reading: There’s three, actually:
- “Ulysses” by James Joyce (i have a very old copy and i wanted to read it because it’s so nice but now i’ve started it and it’s not a short or easy book to get through but I also want to finish it at some point)
- “Biochemistry” by Stryer (because annoying people with my ammassed knowledge of very specific things makes me feel alive)
-”Il figlio di nettuno” (The son of neptune in italian because language learning)
- other than that... Physical Chemistry by Atkins, Chemie by Mortimer and other books I will not finish anytime soon
Currently craving: I miss a lot of things that arent possible right now or anytime soon for pandemic reasons, most of all doing theatre, and doing music stuff. I also miss things i never even used to do very often, like i suddenly get the urge to ask some friends if they want to come see an art exhibition with me?? Idk if anyone can relate
This was fun (and also the first time i’ve done something like this). Unfortunately, i’m not sure i know anyone who hasn’t been nominated yet? I’m only here for the microfandoms tbh.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Love Isn’t Always On Time Part Nineteen
Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist
Notes: These next few chapters are gonna be kinda Steve-heavy due to the nature of the MCU
Not beta-read
Warnings: Uuuuh none
Summary: I had been back in my time for nearly a month. I had yet to see the outside of S.H.I.E.L.D’s New York headquarters or to hear or see anything else about Steve.
”The hell did you do?”
I glanced over at Hill as she watched the doctor removed the stitches from my side.
“My job,” I answered. I’d never spent so much time with Hill before. The fact that she had essentially become my security detail was a testament to how little Fury trusted me, and how badly I had fucked up.
The doctor stepped away, and I looked down to inspect my side. The skin was still pink and tender, a little scared; most of the damage had been inflicted when Rumlow had caught me by the middle to pull me back. If I had just run a little faster--
The thought was cut by the click of the door closing, the doctor, gone. I slid off of the table, making to grab my shirt. I had been back in my time for nearly a month. I had yet to see the outside of S.H.I.E.L.D’s New York headquarters or to hear or see anything else about Steve.
“What happened?” Hill asked. I glanced back at her.
“Recon on a Hydra facility.”
“You?” I scowled at Hill’s shock.
“Someone needed to, and I was the only one that was unrecognizable out of the Howlies.”
“You really made a life for yourself back there,” She said. I shrugged a shoulder, straightening my shirt.
“I thought it would be the last chance at one I’d get.” Hill nodded. I made for the door, but she shook her head once. I frowned.
“What?” I asked, “Can’t we go yet?”
“Not yet.” I lowered myself back onto the examination table, eyeing the door as Hill pulled out her tablet to work.
“…Can you tell me how he is?” I asked. Hill glanced up from the screen.
“Adjusting.”
“Press get wind of it yet?”
“No. Fury is being judicious about how and when they find out. They’ll probably hold some kind of conference, bring him home in style.” I shook my head.
“Steve’s not a pomp and circumstance kind of guy.”
Hill tucked the tablet under her arm, glancing at her watch again before she motioned for me to stand up. I stood, waiting as she opened the door. I stepped into the hall, waiting for Hill to join. She gripped my upper arm lightly, something that had become customary since these little doctor’s trips had started.
“Right this way, Captain Rogers.” I turned on instinct, yanking my arm out of Hill’s grip. I was expecting a yell, or an arm to catch me, but nothing stopped me from saying, “Steve?”
He was there.
Solid and wary and still tall. I saw recognition flash over his face for a moment.
“I’m sorry, do I know you, miss?” He asked. I stepped forward cautiously as if I was approaching a wounded animal.
“Stevie, it’s me. It’s me,” I said firmly. I reached up, undoing the clasp on my necklace. I reached out, taking hold of his hand and pressing the locket into his palm. He blinked down at it, opening it and looking down at the pictures of himself and Bucky.
“If this is another test,” He said grimly, shooting Hill a look.
“It’s not,” I insisted, “Stevie, it’s— The first time I met you, we were in an alley. You were getting your ass handed to you—“
“Stop it,” Steve hissed, making to turn away from me.
“The first time I came over for dinner with you and Bucky, he made me his mom’s sauce!” Steve stilled, meeting my eyes. I swallowed thickly, going on,
“You told me later that he never made that for anyone but you. That was how you knew it was different with me. That—That Bucky thought I was special.” Steve’s hand tightened around the locket before he reached out, cupping my chin.
“…How?” He breathed out before he tugged me closer, folding me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, as if he’d disappear again if I didn’t.
“Steve,” I sighed, shaking my head, “I have so much to tell you.”
Tag List: @gloryevans @redryderdesigns @winter-scolder @aactuaaltraash @secretagentben @staplerrrr @moli1497 @adayinmymeadow @allonszassbutt @mannls @witch-of-letters @niallssweetheart22 @uneniffler @rinthehufflepuff @panic-angel3314 @firstangeldragonranch @kaetastic @mcuwillbethedeathofme @skeletoresinthebasement @i-dont-know-what-im-doing-yay @kkaos15 @iiamnotoverlyfondofwhatfollows @bassclarinety @tomshelbystits
#Love Isn't Always on Time#Steve Rogers#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x bucky barnes#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes#Bucky Barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#stucky x reader#stucky x you
136 notes
·
View notes
Text
Drift Away
Pairing(s): Romantic Royality
First chapter - Previous chapter - Next chapter
Warnings: Gaslighting, Remus centric stuff
Characters: Roman Sanders, Patton Sanders, Character Thomas
Summary: Roman comes back to an unexpected surprise, but can it distract him from his missing brother?
Word Count: 5023
People who were asked to be tagged: @avocados26, @fandoms-will-collide @nottoonormalme, @bihighandgivinghighfives
If you want to be removed or added to the taglist, just ask!
Read on AO3
The second the castle came into view, Roman spurred his horse on into a fast gallop. He ignored the yelled protests from the general behind him. Within record time he arrived in the castle’s courtyard, where he jumped off his horse and sprinted inside. Navigating through the halls he kept running even when he bumped over several of the castle’s staff, causing them to drop whatever they had in their hands. Usually he would immediately assist them up, but now Roman only yelled “Sorry!!” over his shoulder and kept running. He had to get to his parents, and fast.
He could almost weep in relief when he rounded a corridor and saw his father walking towards the parlour.
“FATHER!!” He yelled. King Augusto turned, confused, but smiled when he saw his son.
“Roman! You’re back early. How did the monster slaying go?”
“Fine, fine!” Roman reached his father and leaned on his knees to catch his breath. “But there’s- something- something I need- need to-!”
“That’s great to hear.” His father interrupted. “You must tell all your stories at dinner later.”
“I need to talk to you!” Roman wheezed, trying to get his breath under control.
“It’s a good thing you’re back so soon, actually,” His father took him by the shoulder and started walking them both to the parlour doors. “It would be preferable if you freshened up first of course, but I’ll let it slide this time.”
“Please father, it’s important!!”
“Yes, yes, you can tell me everything later, but now there’s a surprise waiting for you.”
“A surprise?” Roman asked puzzled as his father pushed him through the door of the parlour. “What do you mean a-?”
Arms threw themselves around Roman’s neck before he could finish his sentence. Roman let out a startled shout. Dizzily he registered soft blond curls, a face snuggled in his neck, which was only slightly uncomfortable because of glasses on the person’s nose, and the scent of warm cookies that clung to their hair-
“Patton?!” Roman squawked out.
The person pulled back a little, proving Roman’s deduction correct as a radiant smile beamed up at him from a round freckled face, baby blue eyes shining from behind circular glasses.
“Hiya sweetie! Surprise!” Patton chirped.
Roman gaped at the chubby man for a few seconds, before he laughed and lifted the other into his arms.
“Love of mine!” Roman twirled Patton around, earning those sweet little giggles he loved so much. “My soft little puffball, my beloved fiancé that owns my whole heart! How are you here?? I thought you were at university!”
“How can I stay away from the most handsome prince in the world?” Patton peppered his face with small kisses. “I just-” Kiss. “Had-” Kiss. “To see you!” Kiss.
“Patton, you’re smothering the poor man.” An amused voice said. Roman halted in his twirls to see his mother and Patton’s father king Thomas drinking tea together near the window. “Let him catch his breath, son!” Their neighbouring monarch laughed. Patton blushed and mumbled a ‘sorry’, but Patton’s smile and one final kiss pressed to Roman’s nose proved that the shorter man was maybe not so sorry.
To this day Roman was elated that his parents hadn’t disapproved of his choice of love, as they had done with his previous paramours in the past. In fact, when Roman had fumbled through a confession of his feelings to his parents, they had encouraged him to court Patton. Which he had done with… Varying degrees of success.
Okay, this was it. Roman had it all planned out. It was a beautiful summer night, the moon was full, he had decorated the garden with candles, and he had composed the most wonderful ballad on his lute highlighting everything he adored about Patton.
Roman couldn’t help but letting out a soft love-struck sigh when he thought about the sweet crown prince from their neighbouring kingdom. How had it taken him years of just being friends with him before Roman realized just how lovely and pretty Patton was? From his sweet laugh, his gentle demeanour, to those dumb jokes that would be infuriating from anyone else but coming from Patton were just adorable. And his freckles, oh goodness… Roman had an entire verse in his song just dedicated to those freckles.
Now if he only found the courage to throw the pebble in his hand to his love’s window, so he could serenade him in the full moonlight. Roman swallowed nervously as he turned over the little stone in his hand, staring up at the balcony of the guest suite where his love resided. What if Patton didn’t like him back? What if he just ruined his friendship with him like this? What if-
“No! Be brave!” Roman whispered to himself. And before he could change his mind, he threw the pebble up against the window.
Roman waited with bated breath. Just when he considered throwing another one, he saw movement. The balcony door swung open. Roman’s breath hitched, but he quickly took the flower he brought out from his breast pocket (A blue dahlia, Patton’s favourite).
“There you are, my love!” He sung out, thrusting the hand with the flower upwards to the balcony, his other hand resting fanned open on his heart and giving his most dazzling, princely smile.
A smile directed at someone who was decidedly not Patton. Instead, king Thomas was staring down at him with quite possibly the most perplexed look seen on this side of the kingdom.
“Uuuuh…” Roman said, eloquently. Quickly he straightened up, bringing the flower to his chest like it could shield him from the blush he felt rising in his neck.
“This isn’t what it looks like! Well, actually it is, but this wasn’t meant for you-” Roman started babbling. “Not that you’re not a handsome man, sir! That sounded weird- I mean, you are, but you’re not exactly my age- I MEAN I DON’T MEAN TO IMPLY THAT YOU’RE OLD, BUT- Oh my god stop talking Roman…”
King Thomas took in the scene before him, the candles, the lute at Roman’s feet, the stammering prince, and a grin broke out on his face.
“Ah… I’m afraid you have the wrong window.” The king sounded far too amused for Roman’s liking. “My son is one balcony over.”
Roman’s face felt like it was burning as he turned his attention to the balcony the king pointed at.
“Of course! Haha, sorry, it’s dark- How silly of me! I’m such a simpleton sometimes, wouldn’t be able find my sword if it weren’t always next to me! Not like I sleep with my sword in bed or anything, it’s just always by the bedside table! See, I could your protect your son even when we’re married! NOT THAT I EXPECT HIM TO MARRY ME!!” Roman laughed in the strangled way of a man who was caught with his hand stuck in a cookie jar. “That is obviously his choice, but I would like it if he did- If he doesn’t that’s fine too, obviously, I would never want to impose-!”
“What’s all that noise?” A sleepy voice asked. Roman immediately (and thankfully) swallowed whatever dribble had wanted to come out of his mouth. During his little tirade the right balcony door had opened, and he was graced with the view of his love’s messy bedhead and soft blue pyjamas. Patton squinted down, confused. But when he pressed his glasses on his nose and saw just what lay before him, his eyes widened and his mouth opened in a gentle “Oh.”
“M-My dear heart,” Roman started, and he was rewarded with Patton giving a soft squeak. “I am here before you, humbled by your beauty and with the hope that you’ll listen to this ballad I have written… for you.”
“For… Me?!” Patton yelped. He buried his face into his hands. Roman’s heart soared.
“Always for you!” He belted out. He pushed the flower behind his ear and grabbed his lute off the ground. He opened his mouth to start, but stopped when he remembered his other audience member. He glanced at king Thomas, who was still looking like he was struggling not to laugh.
“Oh right, of course, I’ll just go,” King Thomas grinned at the two love-struck boys and moved back into his room. “You two have fun!” And with that he closed his balcony door.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Roman turned back to Patton, who was peeking at him through his fingers. Roman beamed, and played the first chords.
Gently Roman set Patton back on his feet.
“So sorry dear heart,” Roman said with a shy smile. “I’m probably a bit smelly.”
“Little bit,” Patton admitted with a small grin. “But I won’t give you the stink-eye for it!”
Both of them chuckled, and Roman pressed his forehead against Patton’s, who took that opportunity to nuzzle their noses together. Roman sighed happily.
“Well, our plan appears to be successful!” His mother laughed.
“Plan?” Roman tore his eyes reluctantly away from Patton. “What plan?”
“To cheer you up.” King Thomas smiled kindly. “Your parents wrote us saying you were a bit down in the dumps lately, and they thought a surprise visit might just be the thing to get you back on your feet!”
“It would help get your mind off things!” His father added cheerfully.
Instantly Roman’s good mood plummeted.
“My mind off things…?” Roman said incredulously. “My mind off things?? A bit down in the dumps? Are you two-? Are you actually serious right now??”
“Roman?” Patton asked, a soft tinge of confusion and worry in his voice. Roman pulled himself away from Patton’s embrace. The smiles of his parents vanished.
“Sweetie, what’s the matter?” His mother asked. “Aren’t you glad our guests are here? They journeyed a long time specially to see you!”
“This is how you handle this?” Roman bit out, his voice shaking. His chest felt tight. “Hoping you’ll pacify me with shiny distractions??” He pointedly ignored how his parents were giving him warning glares and how their eyes darted between him, King Thomas and Patton, both of which were looking more and more confused by the second. Just like he pointedly ignored the scared little voice in his head that told him to stop right now what the hell was he doing??
“Roman, please!” His mother chided him. “You’re upsetting our guests!”
“Oh right, my brother goes missing, but the worst part is that I put a damper on the mood!” Roman laughed bitterly.
“Missing?” King Thomas frowned. “What happened?”
His mother smiled reassuringly to the other king, and she laughed a bit.
“Nothing, old friend! Remus is just on another one of his travels-”
“No, he’s not!” Roman interrupted. “Remus went to the Desolate Mountains!”
“The mountains? Are you sure?” King Thomas rose from his seat. Patton let out a shocked gasp.
“Yes I’m sure!”
“Now now, son,” His father laughed a bit strained as he grasped Roman’s shoulder tightly. “Didn’t we already discuss this? Of course Remus hasn’t gone to the mountains, we warned you both-”
“BUT HE STILL WENT!!” Roman exploded. He ripped his shoulder from his father’s grip. “REMUS WENT TO THE DESOLATE MOUNTAINS, AND YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW I KNOW THAT?? BECAUSE PEOPLE HAVE SEEN HIM GO!! MY BROTHER HAS BEEN IN DANGER FOR TWO MONTHS, AND WE HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T LISTEN TO ME!! YOU DON’T EVEN SEEM TO CARE!!”
You could hear a pin drop in the silence that fell. Everyone went stock still, including Roman. He breathed heavily, his heart beating painfully fast. Ice seized his veins as Roman realized what he had just done. He had just yelled at his parents. In front of guests no less. A whirlpool of fear opened in his chest and drowned out every bit of anger still burning in his veins. Dizzily he fell down on one of the couches and propped his head in his hands.
“I’m sorry…” He brokenly whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
He didn’t see how his mother got up from her chair. He didn’t see how she and his father had a silent conversation over his head, but he did notice when the couch dipped at both of his sides when they sat down. Roman tensed, preparing for the worst when-
“Roman,” His mother asked in a trembling voice. “Are you certain that he…?”
Roman didn’t look up, instead kept his eyes firmly on his knees. But he nodded.
“The town where I was, they… They saw Remus go into the mountains.” He muttered. His mother gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
“Oh by the gods…” She whispered. “Augusto, our son, he-! We sent the knights the wrong way!”
Roman frowned in confusion. “Knights…?”
“We would never let our son endanger himself, Roman. So we sent knights to look for him.” His father said as he placed a hand that was meant to be comforting on Roman’s knee, but it did nothing than make Roman more nervous. “We sent them out to the sea, because that is where Remus… Where he always goes… He loves the sea, so we thought-” His father’s voice stammered. “Obviously we thought wrong.”
Roman said nothing. His mind whirled as he digested the new information. A part of him desperately wanted to shout, yell or scream again just to let the hurricane of emotions out. But that would be bad behaviour for a prince, so instead he focused on his breathing and the hand on his knee. Dully he inspected the large hand, marked with spots of age and wrinkles. His father always wore a small golden ring, a family heirloom shaped like a snake biting its own tail. Two tiny emeralds served as the snake’s eyes, and shone up to him indifferently. Roman had felt the sting of that ring on his cheek often enough that he forced himself to breath in deeply before he dared to open his mouth again.
“Why didn’t you tell me…?” He finally asked.
“You already have so much on your mind, Roman. We didn’t want you to worry over this as well.” His father shook his head. “That was our mistake. We’re so sorry, son...”
“Oh my goodness my son! My poor boy, my sweet Remus!” His mother suddenly wailed loudly. “How could we have let this happen?!” With another cry of anguish queen Nadia buried her face into her hands. The most heart wrenching sobs tore themself from her chest. Roman startled up in shock.
“Mom? Oh gosh mom I’m so sorry, please don’t- I’m sorry.” Hesitantly he embraced his mother, unsure if his comfort would be appreciated. His mother however immediately pulled him in a crushing hug.
“Please sweetheart, believe us… If we had known that Remus had thrown years of warnings into the wind, we would have marched our army straight after him.” His mother said wobbly as she gently rubbed Roman’s back.
“Of course, of course…” Roman mumbled. “It’s not your fault, mom. I’m sorry for yelling…”
“We’ll search for him, Roman.” His father said, as he squeezed Roman’s knee reassuringly. “We’ll bring him home.”
“And I will help!” King Thomas said. Roman sat up alarmed. He had nearly forgotten king Thomas and Patton were in the room as well. Their neighbouring king looked sympathetically at the grieving family.
“I will assist you in every way to look for your son. I can have my best knights assist you in the mountains! With our strengths combined and enough man force I’m sure we can defeat the warlock-”
“That’s not necessary.” King Augusto said quickly. Both Roman and king Thomas frowned in confusion.
“What I mean is,” King Augusto clarified. “We simply cannot accept your generous offer, old friend. That would leave your kingdom without it’s best defence.”
“Are you certain?” King Thomas asked uncertainly. “It would be no trouble at all, really!”
“Please Thomas,” King Augusto rose and grasped the other king’s shoulder. “You are a good man, but this is about our son. He is our responsibility, and this is our mistake to fix. We won’t ever ask of you to amend our problems.”
The other still looked hesitant, but he nodded. “I understand.” King Thomas said. Roman bit his lip. He wished they would take the offer, but his father was right. That would be unfair to ask. Roman stood up.
“Then I will join the party to look for Remus!” He said.
“NO!” Both his parents yelled in unison, spooking the other three men in the room.
“I can help!” Roman tried.
“We forbid you!” King Augusto said.
“But-!”
“Roman, please,” His mother’s voice was strained. “One of our sons is already lost in the mountains. My heart would not be able to bear the sorrow if you would… Would disappear as well…”
“She’s right, Roman.” King Thomas said gently. “Trust in them; they will solve this.”
“You are too kind, Thomas,” His mother said with a shaky smile. “Your support means so much to us, especially in such-” She swallowed thickly. “Such horrible times…” With that his mother buried her face into her hands and once more started weeping grievously.
Both of the kings sat with the queen to console her, and Roman was left standing feeling like the biggest jerk ever. Guiltily he watched how his mother cried and how his father tried his best to comfort her. How could he ever say that they didn’t care? What kind of horrible son was he?
Turning his head, he caught Patton’s gaze and guilt barrelled even down more on him when he saw that Patton was teary eyed as well. He knew he needed to step up, comfort his love, but the storm in his head made it impossible to do anything. Wow, he was a horrible fiancé too huh?
“Sorry, I need to go.” Roman mumbled before he rushed out of the parlour.
“Roman, wait-!” He heard Patton say before the door closed behind him. He didn’t stop and turn back. He had to get away.
--
There were a couple places Roman truly felt like he could calm down. The palace gardens were one of those places. With his head storming as it was, he had made a dash for his favourite bench underneath a big oak. He sat down; worrying his red sash over and over in his hands while his mind kept racing.
They were going to search for him. They would find his brother. Remus would be okay.
Maybe if he repeated that mantra in his head, his urge to disobey his parents and go look for Remus himself would die away.
Gentle footsteps approached him. Roman was so lost in his own anxiety he didn’t notice them until the owner’s shoes came into view.
“Hello there brave knight,” Patton’s voice was gentle, like he was trying not to spook a frightened animal. “Can this damsel join you?”
“You and I both know I would be the damsel, sweetheart.” Roman answered with half a smile. Patton ducked his head with a giggle, and sat down next to Roman. Tenderly he entwined their hands between them and laid his head on Roman’s shoulder. Roman pressed a kiss on his love’s head, inhaling the scent of Patton’s hair before he leaned his cheek against the soft locks.
One of the great things about Patton was that he always seemed to know exactly when Roman needed to talk about what he was feeling, and when he needed some more time to think. So time passed in silence, only occasionally broken by Patton as he would bring up their tangled hands to press a kiss on Roman’s knuckles.
“So,” Patton said after quite a few minutes. “Your brother is missing.”
“Yes…” Roman felt the dread of the past weeks curling in his stomach.
“Do you know why he would go to the Desolate Mountains?”
“He-” Roman took a deep breath. “He wanted to kill the warlock.”
“…Why?”
“I don’t know!” Roman stood up, pacing before the bench in the hope of loosening the tight knot in his chest. “Why does Remus do anything? I just don’t know!” He ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. “He’s done crazy things in the past, but never something like this!”
“Hey hey hey…” Patton grabbed his hands, stopping him in his tracks. “Take a breather, honey.”
“How can you tell me to take a breather right now?!” Roman yelled.
“Easy! With my mouth, kiddo!” Patton smiled.
Despite himself Roman snorted. It was a lame joke, even by Patton standards, but it eased the tension in his shoulders immediately. Under Patton’s loving gaze, he took a deep breath through his nose and focused his attention on their hands. Roman smiled at the contrast of his long brown fingers entwined with Patton’s pale freckled ones.
“I’m sorry Patton…” Roman said quietly. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
“That’s quite alright, I understand,” Patton rubbed his thumbs over Roman’s knuckles. “This is a scary situation for you and your family! It’s no wonder you’re under a lot of stress!”
“Oh Pat…” Roman marvelled. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“By just being your wonderful self, you brave and beautiful sweetie-pie!” Patton gushed. Now it was Roman’s turn to blush and chuckle.
“Oh, you… You need to chill!” Roman laughed.
“Why? Because I’m such a…” Patton wiggled his eyebrows. “Cool guy?”
Roman let out a good-natured groan.
“Wow, there was snow way I saw that one coming!”
“Really? I thaw it coming from a mile away!”
“Well, I’ll be going now.” Roman released Patton’s hands and dramatically sauntered away a bit. “It was ice knowing you.”
“Oh, don’t act so cold!”
They only needed to make a second of eye contact before both of them burst out laughing. With every giggle leaving his mouth, Roman felt the tight knot in his chest unwind bit by bit. He felt lighter than he had in weeks!
…Now he felt even more of a jerk that he yelled at his parents for inviting Patton over. They had just wanted to cheer him up, even if it had been a bit misguided.
Pushing that thought away for now, Roman sat back down next to Patton. Their mirth slowly died down, but there were still smiles on their faces.
“Feeling a bit better, honey?” Patton asked.
“Quite a bit, yes…” Roman couldn’t help but press a kiss on that freckled nose. “I’m just so glad you’re here.”
“Anytime!” Patton grinned. “Maybe you would like it if I come over more often?”
“What? But what about your studies?” Roman asked, a little shocked. Patton shrugged.
“I have the very lucky privilege that I can go back to university any time I want. And you’re going through a tough time right now! I want to be there for my lovely husband to be!”
“Aaaw, Pat…” Roman melted a little bit. “I couldn’t ask that of you!”
“Well, you’re in luck that I’m offering then!” Patton threw his arms around Roman’s waist and snuggled in. Roman happily answered his affection with another kiss to his blond curls.
“You’re my literal beam of sunshine, my love.” Roman muttered adoringly.
“Oh?” Patton asked mischievously. “Is it because I…”
“Oh no.”
“Light up your life?”
“That’s it, the wedding is cancelled.”
Another bout of laughter later the two lovers sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the setting sun and the disarray of colours that painted the sky. For a few minutes, everything was perfect. The cooling air, the few stars that dotted the quickly darkening sky, the beautiful man in his arms…
“I hope Remus is okay…” Patton murmured beside him, and with that the reality came crashing down once more.
“And here I thought you disliked him.” Roman half joked. Patton sputtered a bit.
“Well, dislike is a strong word-! Don’t look at me like that!” Patton pushed a hand against Roman’s sceptical face. “But you know what, even if I do, no one deserves something like this to happen to them! And besides, he’s your brother… Of course I want him to be okay.”
“Wow,” Roman was slightly impressed. “Even after what he did at our engagement party?”
Patton groaned and buried his face in Roman’s chest. “Don’t remind me…”
The whole room exploded into applause when Roman made the happy announcement that he was now an engaged man. Everyone wanted to congratulate the happy couple, but Roman and Patton barely had eyes for anyone else. Roman kissed his love’s hand and never wanted to kiss another one again.
The dining room was filled with wished of good health and cheer, all the court’s nobility toasting for a happy marriage. His parents were smiling proudly, and king Thomas discretely wiped a tear away. However there was one who didn’t seem happy.
Remus sat in his usual spot across Roman. That in itself already was quite unusual, since their parents had banned Remus from attending formal dinners with the court after he had asked the count if he was aware that he had birthed a literal pile of shit instead of a son. Roman however had wanted his brother to be there when the happy announcement was made. So Remus was dining with them, and he was… Glaring. Yeah, there was no other word for it. Remus was glaring, not at him, but at Patton for some reason. He saw Patton getting more and more uncomfortable with every passing minute, and still Remus didn’t stifle his glower.
Just as he was about to ask if Remus could just knock it off, his brother rose from his chair and smashed his wine glass into little pieces on the table. Shocked gasps and screams echoed across the table as bits of glass flew and landed on plates filled with food. Remus didn’t seem bothered as he leaned forward over the table, with a wide manic grin directed at Patton.
“Dare to make my brother unhappy,” Remus jeered. “And I’ll chop both of your legs off, slather them with honey and feed them to a local ant farm!”
Appalled everyone stared stock still at the younger prince. Patton looked on the verge of tears. Outraged Roman stood up.
“WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?!” He yelled. His brother looked taken aback.
“What is my deal?” Remus asked. “Uuuh, bitch, what is your deal? He has to know, hasn’t he? No one is allowed to hurt my bro-bro, or I’ll-!”
Their father grabbing him by the neck and forcefully dragging him out of the room cut Remus off. Remus made a choked sound of half-hearted protest, but Roman didn’t care. He sat down and whispered comforting words to his fiancé.
“Look, I know it was just his way of supporting me, but it was WAY out of line and-” Roman tapered off.
“…And?”
“…And I think that is the last time me and Remus actually talked.” Roman made a small hum of surprise. “Has it… Has it really been two years since we got engaged?”
Two whole years of not talking to his own brother. Two years were he was dismissive of every little thing Remus did, ignored him and made fun of him behind his back. And now his brother was missing, and he couldn’t be more terrified.
“…Did I overreact? That day at the dinner?” Roman asked.
“Absolutely not!” Patton immediately said. “What he did was horrible, and completely out of line, like you said! You have every right to be angry!”
“Right, right…”
“But I think a more important question is… Did you two ever make up?”
That shut him up. Roman quietly played with his sash again, before he shook his head.
“No… No we didn’t. We used to be so close! And now I might never get another chance to tell him he was stupid knucklehead for doing that.”
And didn’t that scare him to death?
Patton intertwined their fingers again and gave them a gentle squeeze of support. Roman squeezed back and smiled lightly, before he sighed.
“It’s just… I thought I knew him, Pat… But lately I’m not so sure anymore.”
“He’ll be okay, Roman.”
“How do you know that?”
“I can feel it! In my belly! And if the belly says it, it must be true!” Patton joked. Roman snorted.
“Not sure if that’s how it works, love.”
“You must trust the belly Roman…” Patton said seriously as he drummed out a little tune on his stomach. “Trust iiiiit.”
Roman laughed again, the weight on his shoulders lifting a bit. Gently he caressed his love’s chubby stomach.
“Alright, I’ll trust the belly.”
“Good. You better BELLI-eve it!” Patton nodded, satisfied. Roman looked up at the sky, as if to implore a merciful god to strike him down. The grin on his face ruined the effect though.
“That was awful.” He said, lovingly.
“Hush I’m hilarious. SO, on to a lighter subject! I’m here for two weeks! What would you like to do tomorrow? You can pick! Anything you wish!”
Roman thought for a moment. What could they do together? He would have no lessons or hangouts with his friends when Patton was a guest, so they had all the time in the world. His parents always said that he needed to woo his fiancé, make sure to do things he wanted to do. But he wasn’t sure if he could properly focus on giving his love all the attention he deserved. So what to do…
Suddenly an idea came to him. He turned to Patton, smile on his lips.
“Have I ever shown you the library, dear heart?”
--
From a window above the garden, the queen watched as her son talked to his fair-haired fiancé. Her tears had long since dried up. Her fingers tapped out a soft rhythm on the windowsill she rested her hands on.
“So,” Her husband moved next to her, gazing down at the pair as well. “Remus truly went to the Desolate Mountains.”
“It appears so.” The queen answered him.
“Should we be worried about this…?” The king asked hesitantly. The queen rolled her eyes with a short laugh.
“Please. That boy could drive a monk to first-degree murder. What makes you think the warlock spared his life?”
#sanders sides#sanders sides fic#royality#romantic royality#roman sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#tw: gaslighting
27 notes
·
View notes
Text
about me
@griffinshoodie tagged me to answer these questions and i love talking about myself so yeehaw gays strap in
nickname: sol/socks
zodiac: i’m a scorpio™ what a surprise
height: honestly i haven’t measured myself since like my first year of highschool from the shame of being only like 5′0″ but a couple years back i stood next to someone who proclaimed i’m roughly 160 cm which is uhhh 5′3″-ish and i choose to live this truth
hogwarts house: hufflepuff but every now and again i black out from rage and wake up accused of breaking ur kneecaps
the last thing you googled: “cheap thrills fake shark lyrics” it’s a banger of a song yeehaw
favorite musician/s: uhhh neon trees (tyler glenn’s solo album goes hard too), hozier (unsurprising lmao i know), fleetwood mac, the unlikely candidates, young guns, dorothy (flashes back violently 2 being 12 and emo... better times), gin wigmore, the exponents, toto.... i could go on
song stuck in my head: towers (on my way) by young guns & tongue by MNEK
following now: 270 but tbh a lot of those r probably inactive,
Followers: 257 on main, 81 on this blog i think?
do i get asks: not as much as i would like!!! i love interaction god PLEASE interact. other than the occasional message for ask games or prompts my flatmate sometimes sends me hate mail for shits & gigs
amount of sleep: sgshjslkshskshs who is she i don’t know her. the bags under my eyes are NOT designer they’re like knockoff prada that you yanked from a dumpster behind a maccas on a highway just outside a small town with only Ye Olde Fields stretching around u
lucky number: 7 & 30
what i’m wearing: paint stained puma sweater i stole from my mum that she got in the fuckin 90′s or smth, jeans, pink socks with daschunds in blue & teal sweaters (+ bonus hairtie around my wrist) made couture by gold sleeper hoops & a gold ring with an inset emerald [winks but actually i’m crying]
dream trip: i really want to go to pompeii i’ve been obsessed since i was a kid, or otherwise i’d probably like to go to canada/alaska because they’re uhh pretty different from where i grew up and i wanna see. bear.
favorite food: anything hazelnut flavoured i have an obsession it’s bad but aside from that i also fuckin love whitebait fritters & date scones w/ strawberry jam and whipped cream (can u tell i miss my little stereotypical kiwi nana)
instruments: uuuuh i used to play piano & guitar (composed the smash hit single ‘i’m sorry that i hurt you with my ghun’ on the latter) but i fell out of practice So. i’m trying to get back into the guitar tho!
languages: fluent english, basic conversational spanish & i know the alphabet & how to say hello/goodbye in NZSL + very very VERY basic maori
favorite songs: man they change every 6 days but right now it’s hummingbird - wildling, probably, but timeless classics include: your love could start a war - tuc, letterman - gay nineties, why does love do this to me - the exponents & cavalry - midnight youth
random fact: my favourite colour is green! (followed very closely by yellow & peach!)
aesthetic:
i knew that pinterest board would come in handy someday (:
as for who i’m tagging.... i’ll spare justin the double tag & @dumbbrowngirl, @i-beg-your-parsons, @jensespinoza, @alanakusumaswife to do it if u feel like it and bastard if ur snooping on this blog again you can do this as well since u made fun of me (:
6 notes
·
View notes
Note
diary, pulitzer, characterization, carnegie, faulkner, record, trope ~
diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day?its really hard to pinpoint a number with this but i know for sure that theres a few of them. both one shots and bit longer stuff that ive just written for my own personal happiness that im probably not planning on sharing cause im afraid of them not receiving the attention i feel like they deserve, so they are just for my eyes only ~
pulitzer: tell about/link a piece where you fielt your writing was the best.i know theres probably a bunch of these tbh, but if we go by recent things ive done, uuuuh. i did one thing with asagao!nate. this one. not too long ago and im honestly still very proud of that one? like, even if it was a rather quick one to write in the end, theres just. so many little sentences and things in there that i really like? the beginning for example. then theres the part that the first word natemare tells him and the last word nate himself says is the same. im just gonna leave few quotes here cause i just. really liKE THIS ONE OKAY ;;“And yet all he could think about was the amnesia light show that was eventually going to be playing in his head when the darkness was back to consume his soul once again.““It was obvious that something wanted him to stop breathing, stop living, to give up and melt into the sweet embrace of chaos and hell.”“The darkness caught him off guard, grabbing him by the hand and lead him down the path that he knew there was no return from until the damage was already done.”
characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.i wanna say. literally any of my antagonist tbh lol. cause like. i love dark themes and angst and shit, and when you have the immoral bad guys that let you play around with that and then some murder and you get to. dig into their minds for what makes them so fucked up its just. aaaaaaaa i am wEAK. ..and that probably a really bad thing to say but i dont care lol. good examples of this i feel like are especially amber and sebastian? probably alex tho hes. a whole different ridiculous thing but yeah. i mean i love writing so many different kind of characters i just. love everyone lol. but murder children are my absolute weakness
carnegie: what authors and/or books/stories have inspired you to write or influenced your work?so. my answer to this isnt going to actually have any authors in it lol. cause i look up to different people in different mediums that include storytelling tho. like. okay the big one is probably the game alan wake? cause its like. basically what inspired the trilogy in the very beginning (and honestly still continues to do so, i love that game so much aaaAAA). and alongside with that eventually came poets of the fall, that i frequently use as a background music and their lyrics are ever so inspiring with things and fitting for characters tho?i love hideo kojima and metal gear is my favorite game series of all time, hence why i like fucked up too complex plots with way too many twists lolim also a sucker for sweet angst/drama relationship stuff with plot twists which i got into when i was younger through the works of arina tanemuraanddddd idk how this exactly counts here but im gonna include him anyways, cause my main man dan avidan was the person that inspired me to finish the first draft of silence kills when i was ready to give up on it, so like uuuuh. i think thats a pretty big thing here lol
faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?im a slut for literally any type of aus and thats not a secret to anyone lol. ‘childhood friends with secret feelings for each other’ is one i absolutely love. anything with soulmates. ZOMBIE AU cause i hate happiness lmao. uuuuuuuh. shit im sure theres like a shit ton more but my brain is so blank now that i have to answer to this hahhaaaa but yeah theres a few ~
record: have you written things based off of songs? do you like to?i have a few times. i dont know if any of them are any good anymore, but i have done some stuff that was based on songs. at one point i did a few inspired by nate’s stuff like way back when at least, that much i can remember for sure lol
trope: what’s a pet peeve you have about writing?im going to assume this mean about my own writing? tho just in general i hate it how much time it takes and yet people insist that ‘lol writing is easy’ and its just. its really not um fuck you?but as far as my peeves about my own things go, i. hate it that i dont trust my readers enough to read between the lines hngg. i have a mighty need to figure out something excessively impressive and then i go out on my way to explain it to the readers in authors notes or tags or whatever cause i dont want them to miss it and thats such a shitty thing to do cause you should never underestimate your readers catching on to things hngggg. im trying to better myself i swearalso honestly? i made. way too ridiculous and complex storylines. like holy shit dude chill the fuck out, not everything needs to be that hard to understand??and just in general im an asshole. ..to my characters, for the most part, cause i love angst, but yeah ;;
writing asks!
#..really tho go read that nate piece i love it lmao#it needs. more notes. cause im proud of it so mmmMMMMM#anyways yep heeeere you go woo ~#ss-trashboat#thank you for asking! <3
1 note
·
View note
Text
Alphabet Tag Game
I was tagged to do this ages ago but oh well here I go! thank you @star-stuff-in-the-cosmos for tagging me
rules: answer the questions in a new post
a- age: 19
b- birthplace: Bologna, Italy
c- current time: 11:48 pm
d- drink you last had: tea because I’m addicted to tea
e- easiest person to talk to: all my best friends who I love very much
f- favorite song: too hard to pick one, but I’d say Life on Mars by David Bowie or Let it Be by The Beatles
h- horror yes or horror no: horror yessssssss
i- in love?: not right now
j- jealous of other people: not really, if I do get jealous it means the other person is not being loyal to me and I shouldn’t be around them
l- love at first sight or should I walk by again: infatuation at first sight, love takes time
m- middle name: Veronica, I go by Ronnie sometimes
n- number of siblings: 0
o- one wish: happiness
p- person you last called: my dad
q- question you’re always asked?: how are you?
r- reading anything right now?: just a lot of textbooks
s- song you last sang: Bohemian Rhapsody probably lol
t- time you woke up?: like 11 am, it’s Sunday
u- underwear color: pink :)
v- vacation destination: Australia or Canada
w- when was the last time you really laughed?: today hanging out with a friend
x- x-rays: I have had them done once or twice I think
y- your favorite food: uuuuh pasta I’m Italian
z- zodiac sign: cancer
I’m aware that the letter g is missing but it was missing in the post of the person who tagged me so idk what to do lol, I tag @rrrogah-tayluhh @rrogertaylorr and @hodgepodge-of-rog
1 note
·
View note
Text
Rules: Tag 10 other blogs you want to learn more about!
Tagged by the dear and lovely Eva @lickkaballs, thank you ♥
(under a cut as usual /coughs)
Name: Morgane!
Nicknames: I don’t really have nicknames askhdk
Starsign: Taurus!
Gender: [Redacted]
Height: 171cm / uuuuh 5′6??
Sexual Orientation: pan/aroace (queer when i’m too lazy to explain lmao)
Fave Color: Green! (... bc my eyes are green)
Current time: 4:21pm
Current Location: France!
Average hours of sleep: Currently averaging like 8 hours I guess
Lucky Number: 4 (... bc I’m born on the 4th)
Last thing I Googled: ... “171cm in feet” woops?
Number of blankets I sleep with: one!
Fave fictional characters: Felix and Dimitri from fe3h, also m!Byleth and Seteth from the same game, Leon from pokemon Swsh, Erik from DQXI, Revali from Zelda BOTW aaaand those are the most relevant I guess
Fave Bands/Artists: I. don’t really have fav bands and all orz
Dream Job: ???? your guess is as good as mine buddy
Random Fact: When asked to talk about myself, I forget all and any thing I’ve ever done or thought (I’ve been thinking about what to say here for 20 minutes and I couldn’t find anything I’m sorry lmao)
Do you have any other blogs? I have too many sideblogs askshjkh (there’s the two snap blogs I’ll never update woops, a side blog for pokemon, another for video game stuff in general, one for zelda and I’ve got a few other sideblogs I either never use or very rarely haha)
When did your blog reach its peak? Definitely when Haikyuu did haha I was a lot more active :’)
What made you decide to get Tumblr: I can’t remember, I just know I made a first blog once for Inazuma Eleven, then deleted it, then remade it later on for the same reason lmao I don’t remember how I found tumblr??
Do you get asks on a daily basis? I’ve never really gotten many asks, so nope, not at all amksljhs
Why did you choose your URL? I just stuck two words together that sounded good askljdh (the missing letters in unexpectedly are missing solely bc twitter didn’t allow the full name :’D)
Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this? I’m too lazy to fight my anxiety over tagging people sorry :’)
0 notes
Text
Character Questions 1: Ivegard
Character Name: Ivegard
Age: 27
Appearance:
Commission by @hazoretspartyfavors.
Tagging @celesazura, @thetalesofthereneverwood and @ask-saheeli-rai because their characters are mentioned.
1. What do you know about this character now that s/he doesn’t know?
When her flame runs out and she becomes a cinder, she’s still the same person, just desperate.
2. What is this character’s greatest flaw?
Whenever she can, she tends to put the blame on others for things that she did herself.
3. What do you know about this character that s/he would never admit?
Related to 1. and 2., she was the one to decide to go see the Source of the Wanderwine, the faeries that were with her at the time only gave her the idea.
4. What is this character’s greatest asset?
Her capacity to link to people quickly often comes up, especially as her first interactions with people can be a bit tense due to what she is.
5. If this character could choose a different identity, who would s/he be?
She’s perfectly fine as she is, on the Path she chose for herself rather than the two she was offered.
6. What music does this character sing to when no one else is around?
She tends to hum more than she sings, celtic-sounding music to get her to move and go with what is around her.
7. In what or whom does this character have the greatest faith?
She has faith in her Path and all the choices it keeps giving her.
8. What is this character’s favorite movie?
I don’t think she would like movies, it would be kind of weird for her to have “flat” characters she can’t feel the emotions of.
9. Does this character have a favorite article of clothing? Favorite shoes?
She both loves and hates the cloak she almost always wear. It allows her to walk openly on most planes, but it’s also constricting and she isn’t happy to have to hide herself at all.
10. Does this character have a vice? Name it.
Mostly dried fruits. She also sometimes confort herself by latching to other people’s positive emotions when she’s feeling particularly down.
11. Name this character’s favorite person (living or dead).
It would probably be Elder Kindling. A retired Soulstoke with a missing arm that inspired her to try to become a soulstoke on the first place, the choice of which put her on the Pilgrim’s Path.
12. What is this character’s secret wish?
She wishes to never have to stop travelling, and given that she knows it’s probably not possible, to settle down as late as possible and in a place that she will fit in more than what she felt up to now.
13. What is this character’s proudest achievement?
Her friends. Well, having made friends over the planes despite how different she was.
14. Describe this character’s most embarrassing moment.
For her, it’s when she was overpowered and doused by the Wanderwine’s Source without being able to at least put up a little resistance, and her cinder state that followed.
15. What is this character’s deepest regret?
She regrets having wasted years training as an Inner-Flame fighter, but recognize the usefulness of the skills she picked up. She isn’t that much focused on her past though.
16. What is this character’s greatest fear?
WATER! And being turned a cinder again.
17. Describe this character’s most devastating moment.
See 14. and the subsequent pilgrimage to Omnath as a cinder.
18. What is this character’s greatest achievement?
Afaik, she hasn’t done very much that could be considered a “great achievement”.
19. What is this character’s greatest hope?
She hopes to one day be able to travel everywhere both because she wants do be able to do so openly and to explore, but she doesn’t think it’s realistic.
20. Does this character have an obsession? Name it.
Well, not an obsession per se, but she loves hearing stories and particularly what they mean to people.
21. What is this character’s greatest disappointment?
When she met two great Elementals, the Source and later Omnath, she was expecting beings of untold wisdom. In both cases, she was disappointed.
22. What is this character’s worst nightmare?
Being stuck as a cinder without any way to turn back.
23. Whom does this character most wish to please? Why?
Herself, she’s the one leading her own Path.
24. Describe this character’s mother.
Her mother was a Brightheart before settling in the village Ivegard grew. She has the same horn-like shapes on the side of her face.
25. Describe this character’s father.
Similarly, the man that sparked her life is a flamekin cook. He gave her her nose and eye form.
26. If s/he had to choose, with whom would this character prefer to live?
A bit moot, but if she had to choose, probably her father for the cooking. She loves them both though.
27. Where does this character fall in birth order? What effect does this have?
She’s the first child of her parents, and as such she always felt she needed to be the best she could and help her brother.
28. Describe this character’s siblings or other close relatives.
Her brother, Keart, followed in the footsteps of her mother and his currently a Brightheart smith, working mainly in some Kithkin village and once in a while for Elves. He also regularly trades with Merrows.
29. Describe this character’s bedroom. Include three cherished items.
She doesn’t stay very long in the same place generally, so she doesn’t have much with her. Her bedroom/guest room back on Lorwyn is a round shell with rock furniture. If she’s here, her cloak will be on the back of a chair, unneeded. On a shelf, there’s the small paintbrush she uses to paint her plane symbols on her arms, and to reapply them once in a while. Never lefting her, her implement of combustion can’t be far.
30. What is this character’s birth date? How does this character manifest traits of his/her astrological sign?
Uuuuh, Lorwyn equivalent of september 17th. I don’t think she manifests characteristics particularly linked to her astrological sign.
31. If this character had to live in seclusion for six months, what items would s/he bring?
An axe, her implement and something to do while she waits, probably her sword and some books.
32. Why is this character angry?
Someone did something very stupid out of fear of her, and/or used “it” to describe her.
33. What calms this character?
Positive emotions or ones towards others (if the people she’s angry towards have them and she senses them, rather) tends to calm her.
34. Describe a recurring dream or nightmare this character might have.
She’s standing in an open field, on a crossroads. Behind her, two roads and in front of her, one. She knows she must progress, she can’t not walk. As she enters the path, she crosses vegetation and it starts to burn, spreading to the fields around. As she goes forward, the field behind her burns, the fire taking it over. She only notices it (even if she knew before, dreams) when the fire pass her and as the field is burning in front of her and around her, she walks into the earth farther and farther, as her cloak forms around her. In her mind, she knows the field burning is linked to her going into the ground. When the ground is up to her face, dirt slowly fills her body and snuffles her flames. She feels trapped and cold, and as her body stops moving, her flame snuffed and her body buried, she wakes up.
35. List the choices (not circumstances) that led this character to his/her current predicament.
She chose to go after the Wanderwine’s Source instead of finding another elemental.
She chose to walk away from both her ambitions to walk the path of the Pilgrim through the Multiverse.
She chose to help human ‘walkers she found wandering on Lorwyn.
She chose to go check new planes out without any idea of what they were.
36. List the circumstances over which this character has no control.
She accepts all courier jobs she gets from people she knows that meets her fix criterions.
She can’t control where her courier jobs take her.
She can’t control other ‘walkers actions.
37. What wakes this character in the middle of the night?
The aforementioned nightmare. Strong emotions near her.
38. How would a stranger describe this character?
A strange person who never leaves their clothes and have a weird, glowy mask they never take off. Those wizards, you know?
39. What does this character resolve to do differently every morning?
Where she goes, she tries to make every day’s travels as different as possible.
40. Who depends on this character? Why?
Nobody depends on her.
41. If this character knew s/he had exactly one month to live, what would s/he do?
She wouldn’t believe her fate to be that fix and would try everything in her power to avoid her death.
42. How would a dear friend or relative describe this character?
Keart: Always understanding and always on the move. I guess that second part runs in the family.
@thetalesofthereneverwood: “ A lovely flamekin from Lorwyn named Ivegard. a friendly face.“
@celesazura: “Gentle, warm and understanding. A good friend! “
@ask-saheeli-rai: “ A good friend that is truly extraordinary.“
43. What is this character’s most noticeable physical attribute?
For other non-Lorwyn people? The fact she’s walking fire in a rock body is often enough.
For others, the shape of her head is how people easily recognize her.
44. What is this character hiding from him/herself?
The fact she would do nearly anything to avoid becoming and staying a cinder...
45. Write one additional thing about your character.
Ivegard despises rain.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tagged
I was tagged by @thefayzqueen thank you so much!!!
I’m sorry this is late haha I lost the post and couldn’t find iiiit
1. Were you named after anyone?
No
2. When Was the Last time You Cried?
This past summer, I visited my friend for the first time in person and I cried when I had to leave
3. Do You Like Your Handwriting?
NO I even tried that thing where you turn your handwriting into a font and it’s even WORSE than I could of imagined
4. What’s Your Favorite Lunch Meat?
I don’t like lunch meats haha
5. Do you Have Kids?
Nah
6. If You were a Different Person, Would You Be Friends With You?
I don’t,,,,, I don’t know I already can’t stand myself but I really don’t,, don’t kn ow
7. Do You Use Sarcasm?
Not really? Maybe to certain people but I rarely use it
8. Do You Still Have Your Tonsils?
Yas
9. Would You Bungee Jump?
No, I just don’t have any strong feelings whether to or not so not really
10. What’s Your Favorite Cereal?
Aw fuck I love cereal!!!! Probably Cheerios and apple jacks
11. Do You Untie Your Shoes When You take Them Off?
I never liked to as a kid so ever since then I just thought well I just won’t wear shoes with ties so I don’t haha
12. Do you think You are a Strong Person?
No not at all I die when someone doesn’t even like me or raise their voice at me haha. I’m stubborn but not strong
13. What’s your Favorite Ice Cream?
Aw fuuuuuck I love ice cream I love so many ice creams I love peanut butter in my ice cream like either in dark chocolate or creme brûlée
14. What’s the First thing you notice about People?
Hair. God I love how different everyone’s hair is and it tells you a lot about someone
15. What’s Your Least Favorite Physical Thing About Yourself?
My shoulders. Idk I just look t them and hate them. Or maybe the dark circles under my eyes that are really bad
16. What Color Pants and Shoes are you Wearing rn?
I’m in bed so no pants or shoes
17. What are you Listening to Right Now?
Listening to a game grumps playthrough and my cat purring so loudly beside me :3c
18. If You Were a Crayon, What Color Would You Be?
Uuuuh maybe black? Just cause I always wear it head to toe
19. Favorite Smell?
the gasoline smell that comes from cars it’s just so good for some reason?? But I’m not like obsessed with it or anything
20. Who was the Last Person you Talked on the Phone With?
Either my dad, or the same friend that I last cried with. Since we’re always talking on the phone because it’s the only waaaay
21. Favorite Sport to Watch?
Figure skating, mostly because my sister has done it ever since she was little so it’s one of the only sports I actually know all the rules to and can enjoy
22. Hair Color?
Dirty blonde
23. Eye Color?
Like a blue grey?
24. Do You Were Contacts?
Nope. Glasses only
25. Favorite Food?
Pizza oh god
26. Scary Movie or Comedy?
Comedy all the time I don’t like scary
27. Last Movie You Watched?
Alice in wonderland, like the Disney remake from years ago it’s... it’s not good watching it again
28. What color shirt are you wearing?
Gret
29. Summer or Winter?
Winter
30. Hugs or Kisses?
Hugs
31. Book You’re currently reading?
I don’t read, I don’t have time but I wish I could. Or maybe I just don’t like it?
32. Who Do You Miss Right Now?
My dog, I’ve been missing him a lot it’s been exactly a year since he died
33. What’s on Your Mouse Pad?
It’s one of those ones where it’s a cat paw print and the bean paws are squishy and beany to rest your wrist on!! I love it
34. What’s the Last TV Program that You watched?
American Dad, it’s such a good show to play in the background while you’re doing stuff late at night
35. What’s the Best Sound?
‘This reminds me of you’ or when someone use your name aaaaah
36. Rolling Stones or the Beatles?
I cannot be more tired of these people than I will always be
37. What’s the Farthest You’ve Traveled?
California
38. Do I have a special talent?
I mean,,,, I draw,,, kind of... and I’m also really good at distracting people like,,, like really good
39. Where Were you Born?
Michigan
40. What do You like about Fall the Most?
Fucking pumpkin spice milanos
Aaaand I tag @topazluck @carry-on-my-wayward-butt and @ask-dream-eater
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Alphabet Tag!
Omg this one is fun! Tagged by the lovely Miss Elli :3 @jieqs
A: Age - 21! Almost 22 so I can finally play Taylor Swift’s 22 song hah.
B: Birthplace - Odessa, Ukraine.
C. Current Time - 10:05 PM.
D: Drink You Had Last - Cold water.
E: Easiest Person to Talk to - My bestie @gamegirlhorror ! I can tell her anything and she always supports me.
F: Favorite Song - that’s an impossible question. Let’s say the current favorite song is Trauma by Svt’s hip-hop unit.
G: Grossest Memory - uuuuh. It happened this morning and I’d rather not say LOL.
H: Hogwarts House - Hufflepuff
I: In love? - um, yes. Unfortunately lol.
J: Jealous of People - Sometimes but not in a material sense and I’m not the crazy jealous type.
K: Killed Someone - Lol wait what? Why would I kill someone? And even if I did why would I expose myself on the internet like that? 👀 I didn’t kill anyone, geeze.
L: Love at First Sight or Should I Walk by Again - lol well I’d like to believe in first sight but it hasn’t happened to me yet so I guess we should walk by again xD
M: Middle Name - I don’t have one.
N: Number of Siblings - 6 younger ones.
O: One Wish - To be given back the love and kindness that I have put forth over the course of my lifetime.
P: Person You Called Last - “attempted” Skype call with @wonnwoo which sadly failed due to my shitty wifi.
Q: Question You Are Always Asked - “where are you from?” I don’t look traditionally Ukrainian and since I’m a Muslim as well people are always confused about my nationality lol.
R: Reason to Smile - seventeen, cute anon messages, the one I love
S: Song You Sang Last - Genie - SNSD *grabs tissues*
T: Time You Woke Up - 8 am (i’m so tired welp)
U: Underwear Color - uuh, lol okay. It’s navy blue.
V: Vacation Destination - Tbh any Asian country but also Canada, but also Hawaii and NY and Sydney and California and Kentucky *pulls out long list* Okay I just wanna travel the world.
W: Worst Habit - overthinking shit.
Y: Your Favorite Food - PotatoooOOoooooooooOooOoooooES. So versatile, I tell ya.
X: X-rays - I had one to check if I had scoliosis and they told me i didn’t, but guess what? I did, lol.
Z: Zodiac Sign - Capricorn.
I tag: @baekbyun @tookorean @ki-hyunie @hansolmates @wonnwoo @wooziology @vitaminniedk @jeong-hanie @jeongahn @verngyu @baexact @joshpup @hamzzikwon
4 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
sharks-are-friends-not-foes
Advocacy for Sharks
tynkieskk
tynk_skk
trovonia9-blog
Trovonia
99-exch
99 Exch