“it was pretty,” namjoon protests, trying to defend himself. “and it was a gift from a fan. wouldn’t she have been troubled to have to take it home?”
“and you brought it back to let it die?” yoongi interjects, dry as sand. he rises to his feet, dusting off his jeans. “you gonna take care of it, namjoonie?”
“how hard can it be,” namjoon says, but he sounds hesitant, like he knows his own annihilatory powers will trump his determination. “it’s a small plant. it needs water, sunlight, and air. we can provide all of those. piece of cake.”
(yoongi and jungkook take care of a plant together.)
“i was asking jungkookie about how yoongi hyung and he could read each other’s minds, and yoongi hyung was completely out of earshot, but when i said, ‘is it dark in there?’ hyung told me to shut up from the other side of the room. he wasn’t even looking up from his phone” - park jimin
alt. title: hey girl do you want to make a fragile human connection in the vast and unfeeling infinity of a chaotic universe
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Are you still doing the writers ask? If sooooooo: 1, 37, 39, 40 :)
1. Favorite place to write.
I do most of my writing in bed after I escape the demon goat, but my favorite place to write is probably the couch. I can either chill with Io or put something on the TV that I don’t need to pay attention to. (unless I’m writing a skating scene which involves me listening to the song over and over… there are a couple types of scenes that I specifically write to music.)
37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.
I don’t have a quote per se. At least not the way that the question asks. I do have a note on the fridge that Io put up years ago and reminds of every so often because sometimes life is hard.
“Be nicer to yourself”.
39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.
Sort of. There isn’t any character that is just someone I know with a different name slapped on, but I do use traits or idiosyncrasies or phrases from people I know or myself. Yuuri, for example, has most of my anxiety ticks – down to wearing holes in his sweatshirts from anxious fidgeting. He has also stolen a line from Io (that realistic physics engines are boring). A lot of Viktor’s failures with dealing with Yuuri’s anxiety I will pull from Io having to learn to deal with mine. There have been garage scene like moments in our life…
If I was going to create a character based off someone, it’d have to be a doctor friend of mine who’s personality is just… better than fiction. Though he’d end up being the sort of character that rubs everyone the wrong way because that’s the sort of argumentative jackass (and I mean that in almost the most caring of ways) he is. So if I ever write a character like that who is scarily intelligent, wears those dorky running shoes with the toes, argues semantics just for the sake of arguing and refuses to admit they are ever wrong, but is an honestly caring individual know that it’s based on a real life person. :P
40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why?
Both. Though only the Fanfic is likely to see the light of day. And only because of Io.
Fanfic because there are stories that I want to tell based on the source material and there is a built in audience of other people who are already fans who are interested in reading stories based off it. In that way fanfic is easy (knowing there are people interested in the same source material). When I wrote a 64k word story for Skip Beat, I wasn’t going to put it up on ao3, but Io talked me into it with the argument that other people would probably be interested and that Skip Beat fandom is smaaaaaaaaall and doesn’t get that much new fan created content often.
Original fiction because there are just stories I want to tell that take place in a world of my choosing with characters of my creation. Whether that is a Regency romance or a fantasy world with magic based tech. But those stories don’t have a built in audience, and I am bad at marketing myself and it takes a lot of work to market yourself even if you are self publishing (Io and his writing partner/artist work so very hard on their comic and it just amazes me, but I don’t have that sort of drive). I also don’t have the desire to publish my original stuff on the internet for free, I’d want to sell ebooks or physical books. Writing is one of the few things that I’ve felt proud of being able to do, so I’d want to be legit published.
Probably not complete, but enough to get started. If something is wrong or needs more explaining, let me know. Potential spoilers if you haven’t watch both seasons.
Units of time (presumably not equal to earth time)
Quintent = 1 day
Decathebe = decade
Dobash = minute
Varga = hour
Tick = second
Spicolian movement = week
@saiikavon has pointed out that in S2E8, the Blades of Marmora base would be closed for 2 quintents. When they mention that 10 Vargas have passed, Lance correctly estimates another 30 Vargas until the base is open again. From this it can be assumed that 2 Quintents = 40 Vargas or 1 Quintent = 20 Vargas.
Stick out like a shoferiaks nose
blown straight to Wazblay
faster than an angry clanmurel
Jump like a spritely clovenheifer
mad as a wet chuuper
linked at the ears like a pack of yellmore
kragasquizzle on the balmera
Nunvil - a purple beverage that purportedly tastes like hotdog water and feet. Other commentary includes “the nectar of the gods”, “makes a wonderful hair tonic”, and “settles the stomach and brightens your smile”
Quiznack - a swear word, similar in use to Fuck, crap, or hell (ie: “Oh quiznack” or “What the quiznack”)
Quintessence - a type of energy. Context from the world indicates that it is likely some form of Life/spirit energy [EDIT] It’s a real word! According to dictionary.com :
noun1.the pure and concentrated essence of a substance.2.the most perfect embodiment of something.3.(in ancient and medieval philosophy) the fifth essence or element,ether, supposed to be the constituent matter of the heavenly bodies,the others being air, fire, earth, and water. Thanks @nickelpenn for the info!
Weblem - a giant space worm that eats dead planets, repurposing the material into “the building blocks of new solar systems”. They produce the scultrite mineral, used for Altean teledove lenses.
Slavendehoe - literally the altean word for “gone”
Duflax - an altean creature with a beak and webbed feet.
Other useful info
The paladins left earth on a monday (S1E2)
Cryopod, cryo replenishers, and sleep pods have all been used to describe the same unit
The black lion is largest, the yellow/blue lions next largest, and the red/green ones the smallest. So Lance and Hunks lions would be described as about the same size
The swords the blades of Mamora use are made of Luxite, which is rare
Coran accompanied his Grandfather while the castle of lions was being built, potentially putting his age in the 600s (not counting the 10k year cryo-sleep)
In S2E5, Coran refers to Pidge as “gentlelady”, meaning the usage of she/her pronouns by fans is canonically correct
the pain of jeremiah’s actions stings almost as much as the fact that kara knows this feeling well. she wants the betrayal to burn its way down her spine, but it doesn’t, not when she’s been hurt so many times before.
if anything, this is a different kind of pain than true betrayal. it is dull, a constant ache, not a seeking one. it’s a pain that says i’m here, i’m always here, i’m always here
sometimes when the anger is too much, when it presses down too hard, she flies. sometimes she screams. sometimes—she cries
these times, the moments where she curls up on her couch and just lets go–they are rare, born only from the most desperate of dashed hopes
there is a knock at the door, and kara mutters something about unlocked– come in. she does not spare much thought to the figure at the other side, too exhausted to lift her head, x-ray the door. whatever she is expecting, it is certainly not lena, carrying a small paper bag
“you had to miss lunch today, and well, when i miss lunch, that means i’m too busy to eat, so i wanted to stop by with some d—”
in any other moment, lena’s rambling would be endearing. in any other moment, kara would be blushing furiously by now, stumbling, falling
in this moment, her breath catches in her throat, comes out as half a sob. she wipes her eyes, a futile gesture, and tries to smile like lena hasn’t just walked in on her sitting and crying, alone on her couch
(of all the people, of all the times. kara almost wants to laugh at the universe for being so against her)
“i, uh– well, you’re right, i didn’t eat. thank you,” kara says. lena wavers for a moment before shaking her head, stepping forward once, giving kara a chance to rebuke her
it would be as easy as sorry, i kind of want to be alone right now. lena is expecting it–who would want a luthor as a source of comfort?–but the words never come
so she sits next to kara, tense and unsure, but then kara is sniffling and leaning into her, and lena wraps her arm around kara’s shoulder and pulls her close
it is, after all, what kara would do for her
they sit like that for some time, silent save for the occasional trembling breath
eventually, kara breaks the silence: “my father back on–” she swallows, hard, shakes her head a bit. “my father made the medusa virus. he created it, and when i found out, i was… i was so angry. i had loved him, believed in him. and he had created that? and my adoptive father here he… he betrayed us too. today. he came back, but he–”
lena knows kara is supergirl, has known since the moment kara danvers walked into her office for the first time, hot on the heels of clark kent. but the confirmation, uttered with so much trust, so little fanfare, makes her heart clench painfully
“it still hurts,” kara says. “even– even though it’s happened before. it still hurts”
“it’s because you care,” lena says softly. “you care so much about everyone, and you trust, and you love. that’s not a bad thing. that’s an incredible thing, kara”
she wants to say more. she wants to say i never believed i was a good person until you came into my office and sat on my couch and now– now you are doubting yourself, and oh, i wish i could show you the same thing you showed me
she wants to say i love you but she’s not sure about that yet, though she is becoming increasingly confident by the day
kara leans back so she can look at lena, bites her lip at the way lena is looking down at her with so much righteous affection, like she would take on the world to prove the truth of her words. it is the same look she gives lena. “do you mean that?”
lena does not answer. instead, she reaches for the paper bag she had placed on the table earlier. she holds it up for a moment, waits for kara to understand
kara brought donuts when lena needed trust, needed love. it is her turn to return the favor
“i figured you could use a donut. you do eat donuts, right?” lena says. kara stares at the bag for a beat, then she looks up