It’s time for another Hiveswap development team interview!
Hey there, Hiveswap and Homestuck fans! Ash here once again, and as promised, it’s time for another interview with the talented folks on Hiveswap’s development team! And don’t worry – if you missed the first interview, with our environment art director Rah, you can find it right here!
Who’s in the hot seat today? Why, it’s Adrienne, our lead animator! She can tell you far more about her work on the project than I ever could, so without further ado, I’m going to hand things off to her – after reminding you all to take good, long looks at the wonderful examples of her work peppered throughout this interview. Take it away, Adrienne!
Introduce yourself to the fans! What is your specific role on the Hiveswap team?
Hiya! My name’s Adrienne and I’m the lead animator for Hiveswap. I work together with Angela, the animation director, on roughs, cleanup, background and cutscene animation – anything that moves!
When and how did you get your start on the Hiveswap project?
I was hired full-time in January 2016, but I started doing some sprite conceptualization in late 2015 in tandem with [S]:Collide work (I animated sprites for the main big bads and did thumbnails for some of the sequences).
Tell us a little bit about your career background! How did you get your start in animation? Do you have any advice for others looking to enter this field?
Homestuck is basically my career background, ahaha.
I drew a lot of fan art for Homestuck after I finished catching up in late 2012. I got some attention from my work and I was asked to do comic pages for Paradox Space. Then I did work for the Homestuck calendar. Then I just became more involved in the comic after that by doing thumbnails, sprite animation, comic pages, snapchats… and now I’m working on the game… it’s been a wild ride from fan to full-time fan.
But as for how I got started in animation, a lot of it was influenced by anime and then DeviantArt while I was growing up. I grew up with Naruto and loved Norio Matsumoto’s work in it (he did the key animation for the best episodes!). And on DeviantArt, I liked following OCTs (Original Character Tournaments) and was particularly inspired by Unknown-Person’s work.
My general advice would be to value learning and exploration, and have less expectations of what life should hand you – it makes a lot of circumstances feel like a pleasant surprise and a good opportunity to learn something new. That’s how I felt when I stumbled into this field anyway, haha.
We’re making a video game, so of course the question must be asked: what’s your favorite game of all time, and what games are you playing currently (if any)?
Agh, what a difficult question. My most-played genre is colorful multiplayer shooters like Team Fortress 2, Overwatch, and Splatoon.
I finished Nier: Automata recently and now I’m working through Persona 5. But when I’m not working through that game, I play Breath of the Wild (most of my time is spent riding my horse around Hyrule – it’s very calming).
Are there any games that you currently use or have used as inspiration for your own animation work here on Hiveswap, or just in general?
I generally use Homestuck flash animations as an inspiration for Hiveswap sprite animations.
When I’m working on cutscenes, I look to Professor Layton stuff. I love how they integrated cutscenes with gameplay in that series.
As an animator, you must have some favorite cartoons and/or anime – tell us about them!
My recent favorite is Mob Psycho 100. The raw and rough quality of the animation for that one is my jam and the main cast is really inspiring. Avatar: The Last Airbender is still my top favorite for its epic storytelling and world-building. Naruto always has a special place in my heart since it’s one of the earliest things that inspired me to study animation.
Other big influential works for me were Princess Mononoke and How to Train Your Dragon.
What’s your workstation like? Do you like to listen to any particular kinds of music while you work? If so, tell us about it!
Here’s a picture of my workstation! If you squint at the bottom screen closely, you can see me taking the picture. But anyway… yeah. I am a little embarrassed for people to know how saturated my workstation is with inspirational quotes (there are papers of handwritten motivation on the walls behind me), but that’s just how I deal when the anxiety gets a little rough.
When I want to focus (usually for rough animation and concept art), I pull up an electronic or classical playlist on YouTube (and recently Spotify) or have no music playing at all. But for everything else (cleanup, in-betweens, etc.), I dig into different genres once in awhile but Imagine Dragons and Americana/folk stuff are my go-to. Acoustics sound really nice in these speakers.
Favorite Homestuck character?
Egh, this is impossible… I’m gonna say it’s between Rose, Jade, Roxy, Kanaya, Terezi, and Vriska… um…
Favorite Homestuck ship?
Rose/Kanaya has never once failed me! c: (I think John/Terezi is really funny too.)
Favorite Homestuck flash?
Urgh… I don’t know, there’s so many that I love. In terms of like… cool and creative setup, [S] Cascade probably? [S] GAME OVER is cool too, because everyone died and the stakes just got so much higher. Oh! I just remembered [S] Make her pay as well!
This question is impossible.
(In the above animation timeline, the first frame is held for 4/24 of a second, the second frame for 2/24 of a second, the third for 2/24, and so on.)
Do you have a personal message you’d like to relay to all the Homestuck and Hiveswap fans out there?
Thank you for all your support, and for your patience in making it through the Giga/Mega/Omegapauses intact!
Where can people find more of your work? Link us to your own little corner(s) of the Internet!
If you want to see more of my stuff, my Tumblr is the place to be!
Thank you, Adrienne! Well, folks, I hope you’ve enjoyed this second Hiveswap development team interview – and don’t worry, there are still plenty more to come!
Now that we’ve gotten things rolling, from here on out we’ll be bringing you a new interview every Wednesday, so be sure to check back every week for a new behind-the-scenes look at the development of Hiveswap and the talented people behind it!
Apparently I can’t stop drawing these two. Have a MariChat sketch inspired by @baneismydragon‘s ridiculously hilarious and adorable fic Cut From The Same Cloth (found here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9783911) wherein Adrien collects scraps of fabric from his father’s office to gift to Marinette for her project and shenanigans ensue. Go read it, it’s amazing.
Also, since I didn’t bother to sketch a background, because backgrounds are my ultimate weakness, pretend they’re on Marinette’s rooftop balcony and Chat interrupted her as she was about to go to bed. (Yes, it was just an excuse to draw her in cute ladybug pj’s, and also maybe torture Adrien a little, okay. I have no regrets.)
So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.
To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.
First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.
And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD. Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.
First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.
Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse
victim.There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were
threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the
right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent
him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is
very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her
insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of
taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him
lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how
he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister,
written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed
suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his
sister and actually cared about her.
Connor’s mom, Cynthia
Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with
reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than
anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental
illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was
there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She
pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it
because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went,
“welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom
might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s
ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s
mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s
forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s
what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal
Connor’s dad, Larry
Connor’s dad might be one of the main
sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad
believed him to be a disappointment.He didn’t grieve for his dead
son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the
whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was
fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t
friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need
to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went
to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy
family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had
some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this,
though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I
think that sums it up.
Connor was a complicated person. He had
many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he
probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it
already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not
have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him,
the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly
unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably
hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that
could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling
himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is
something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot
of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his
family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The
problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the
potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say
sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted
to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.
This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.
Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.
Oh my god your canon vs fanon Kuroo post was perfection can you do one for Bokuto please!!! I will never inderstand where people got the "pary animal sex god Kuroo" thing I mean the dude makes poetic speeches and insults people using chemestry he is probably full nerd
oh man this is so much harder because bokuto is actually really complex
helpless baby bird who cannot tie his own shoes without akaashi there
fluctuates between fragile, crushed soul and raging egomaniac
collapses at everything for childish reasons
also a party animal
measures up tsukishima’s entire character and primary struggles after 2-3 meetings, after even kuroo failed to understand him. you know, because he’s a bristly asshole who is hard to understand. gives him pinpoint accurate advice. still punctuates it with “well hey i might be wrong though”
does this for hinata as well
able to strategize in midair, something that is notoriously hard to do. has an outrageous skillset to go with it. practices nonstop to achieve this
for the most part extremely reliable. akaashi keiji’s words, and i get the feeling that akaashi keiji does not embellish
scatterbrained and easily distracted but also able to get into moments of crazy focus during a game
his mood swings are clearly involuntary and pass quickly when he’s given a success to focus on which btw is not easy to do in a fast paced sport. i mean i know akaashi kind of leads him to the success but it’s bokuto who manages to get back on track after 1-2 good points which… holy shit that takes some killer determination when your brain is on fire in a mood swing
brags some. asks for verbal validation more. is super happy but also kind of sheepish when hinata is amazed by him, and subsequently dedicates himself to teaching hinata tricks
overjoyed to talk or work with anyone
takes a lot of teasing. seriously, everyone he hangs out with pokes fun at him, and he handles it with very minimal sulking
actually spends a lot of time kinda sizing things up silently? seriously, though, he’s actually… not that much of a chatterbox, unless he’s pestering akaashi for praise.
i would literally fight anyone for bokuto koutarou but i don’t have to because if someone has hurt him then akaashi keiji has already murdered them in a back alley
I play an Eladrin Rogue named Phukar in our Keep on Shadowfell campaign. All of us are fairly new players, including the DM. We’ve got Sylvia (Elven Warlock), Elf (Elven Warden), Nyx (DM’s Gnome Sorcerer and Phukar’s adopted daughter), and Swaggitha (DM’s Shifter Shaman). We’ve finally reached the final boss, Kalarel, and have to stop him from opening the rift. Unfortunately, he’s got ridiculously high AC.
DM: Heads up, if you guys wanna do something to try to like, remove robes and stuff like that, that can lower his AC.
Phukar (OOC): … Can I pants Kalarel?
DM: (Over everyone’s laughter) Yes! That is precisely what I’m saying! Pants Kalarel, show his dick to the world!
[A few moments later]
DM: (As everyone decides what they’re wanting to do) Nyx is going to use Mage Hand to try to pants Kalarel.
Sylvia (OOC): She technically had advantage!
DM: Yes, she does!
Elf (OOC): He’s marked, by the way!
DM: (Rolls and counts up) That’s a 17, plus her strength… (DM grins) So basically, she takes Mage Hand and just kind of swipes and pantses Kalarel.
Phukar (OOC): (As everyone starts to laugh) So how big is it?
DM: Rolling for dick size! (Rolls a d8) It’s about 6 inches.
Phukar (OOC): Alright, so pretty average.
Sylvia (OOC): I love that you rolled a d8 for that!
DM: Well, yeah, because averages - here, let’s roll- (Rolls a d20) 19! It’s taller than he is! You don’t know HOW it was contained in there. It was wrapped up in a small little corner.
Phukar (OOC): (As everyone dies of laughter once more) Let’s go with the 6!
[A few more moments later]
DM: Humans - killed. Portal - opened. Dick - OUT!
Phukar (OOC): I am forcibly removed from the Keep on Shadowfell.
[There’s a short moment while I’m thinking]
Phukar: So I waltz right up to this guy and what I’m gonna do is Setup Strike. (Fails my roll) Okay, dang it. Well, for my minor action, I’m gonna take my dagger and cut his pants in half. (Rolls) Uh… 19?
DM: (Rolls) The pants are not that strong! You’re just like, ‘I’ve learned to cut clothes off very quickly before. I’ve done this many times!’
Phukar: Oh, more than you’d guess.
DM: (Starts to go to the next person)
Phukar (OOC): Wait! I just want to point out that to properly cut those pants, he probably had to get on his knees. Meaning, Phukar is on his knees in front of Kalarel. (Everyone collectively dies of laughter) He’s on his knees in front of Kalarel. And, can I use the free action for speaking?
Phukar: I look up and say “Nice one, Arlen” to his face.
DM: FUCK. Okay, it’s his turn now. He looks down at you-
Sylvia (OOC): He looks past his dick at Phukar.
DM: I mean… It’s not hard, so he’s not- (Everyone collectively dies) Okay! He kicks off what’s left of his pants and then um… Fucker, he goes to hit you… (Rolls low) And. So, basically, you’re down there, and you just lift up your new cloak and block the attack like… duh duh duh (waving arms above head like holding a cloak).
Phukar (OOC): And now the cloak is just- all you see if a bent form, a cloak that hides everything, and Kalarel!
Sylvia (OOC): I think EVERYONE’S wondering what Phukar’s doing under there!
Phukar (OOC): Can Phukar poke it?
DM: …. SURE. I’LL ALLOW IT. You hear Nyx shout “Get some, Dad!”
Elf: With great accuracy and precision, I take my hand and place my palm directly on my forehead, with an audible sound, clear to everybody in the room.
DM: He’s going to use an action surge because his dick was just touched, like, what the fuck!”
Elf: Wait! If he attacks Phukar, then I use my Immediate Interrupt! (Rolls) That’s a Nat 20! I look angrily at him. “Wait! You don’t hit your sex partner without consent!”
[This causes everyone to die laughing for a solid minute. This is a moment to go down in history. And it’s not over yet.]
Phukar (OOC): (As the DM accidently knocks Kalarel’s figurine over) I SUCKED HIM INTO SUBMISSION.
DM: STOP IT! You’re breaking your DM!
[Cue another pause for a full minute of laughter and then a few rounds of initiative. Phukar is still kneeling in front of Kalarel]
DM: Fucker, it’s your turn.
Phukar: So. I kind of look back up at him, flicking back my cloak, and say “You know, I think I would like you in a better position” - I’m gonna use Positioning Strike.
Phukar: I’m going to use Positioning Strike - but I’m gonna hit his… Y’know… with it. I’m going to stab at it while pushing him back.
DM: OH MY GOD.
Phukar (OOC): I got… Let’s see… 12, plus 11, so 23 against his will.
DM: That hits.
Phukar: Alright! I hit for 20 and push him over the table so he slams against the wall. And uh… Well, originally he was gonna go up there and suck it, but now it’s bloody and uh… He’s not really into that.
And that is how to break your DM during the final boss encounter.
aka, what could have happened if Chase’s minions had been so kind as to hold off on their kidnapping spree an extra 24 hours
for my friends on twitter who told me I should write this and know I can’t say no to them :)
psa: this is unbeta-ed and it’s past my bedtime, so read at your own risk of grammatical errors lol
Felicity opened her refrigerator in search of the leftover
takeout she could’ve sworn was still in there somewhere. To her dismay, all she
was greeted with was mostly empty shelves. She was not a big grocery shopping
person to begin with, and with everything they had been dealing with over the
past couple of weeks, she couldn’t remember the last time she pushed a cart
through those fluorescent lit aisles.
“How did Oliver manage to be the Green Arrow and keep our
refrigerator stocked,” she muttered to herself as she checked a container of
yogurt to discover it had expired months ago.
Her eyes caught the box from Oliver’s party the night before
and she slid it out, remembering that there had been a few leftover slices of
cake. They were on summer break after all, so cake was an acceptable dinner…
She was debating eating it straight from the box versus
preserving some of her dignity and getting a plate when she remembered that she
didn’t have to spend her evening sitting at her counter eating cake alone.
Setting the box down and reaching for her phone, she hit her
first number on speed dial and waited while it rang. Which wasn’t a long wait
since he picked up before the first ring had finished.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes… Am I only allowed to call when I’m in danger?” she
There was a pause. “Well, no I just—“
“Do you want to come over tonight?” She needed to get the
words out before he gave her enough time to talk herself out of it. She could
practically see his eyebrow rise in that way it did when she said something
that could have multiple interpretations and she hastily added, “There’s just
leftover birthday cake and I was about to eat it but I realized that you should
probably get dibs on it since it was for your birthday.” And also, I just really want to see you. “I promise this isn’t a
ruse. But if you’re busy I understand and—”
“No,” he interrupted her. “No I’m not busy. I’m just
finishing up at City Hall and then I can be right over.”
The corners of her mouth flicked up in a small smile at the eagerness
he was trying so hard and yet failing to hide in his voice.
Summery: Adrien agrees to practice kissing with a certain one of his classmates and it’s all 100% platonic…. ish…
“Let me get this straight,” Adrien said, fervently trying to wrap his mind around the words that had just left his study partner’s mouth. “You want me- the guy who has never dated anyone -to teach you how to kiss?”
He tried not to sound incredulous, but the request had came out of nowhere- just an off-handed “by the way” tossed out in the middle of their weekly couch study session. As if an offer like that was something Adrien could answer with a shrug and a simple yes/no!
A/N: This is my first Riverdale imagine!! I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback or a request of your own!
Requested by anoymous:
I wanted to request a riverdale imagine. Could it be something like your Betty’s sibling and jughead has liked you for a while so Betty and Archie set you two up?
Sat in a booth at Pop’s you sighed in frustration as the
chemistry stared back at you, unanswered. Looking up to the ceiling for
inspiration, you failed to notice the raven haired boy sliding into the booth
“I’m not sure if praying for the answers is really your best
bet” Jughead said with a small smirk
“Its chemistry” You told him rolling your eyes at the
thought of the work in front of you
“Well in that case praying probably is your best bet” He
replied his smirk growing even bigger as you smiled
“So” You began “Is there a particular reason that the
Jughead Jones has decided to grace me with his presence?” You asked whilst
taking a sip from your milkshake
“Oh I dunno I just thought maybe you could use some
distraction from your chemistry” He mused whilst opening his laptop
“Trying to make me fail I see” You smirked with a raised
I decided to start my job as ambassador with answering question, that look quite obvious — where exacly is Poland? Common answer would be “in Europe”, “next to Germany, I think” or sometimes “isn’t that in Russia?” and mostly they are correct (not including Russia one, of course), but I usually like to be more specific.
Poland is located, of course, in Europe — Central Europe. It’s one of countries with access to Baltic Sea, it’s coast located on the territory of Poland is spread from the Bay of Pomerania to the Bay of Gdańsk. Both of this places are attracive for tourists, because of their historical and cultural meaning to country. Poland borders with: Germany (from the east), Czechia, Slovakia (from the south), Belarus, Ukraine, Lithuania and Russia, due to Kalingrad Oblast (from the west and north).
Apparently my computer is againts me, so I can’t paste any map, although I would like to. Have some fun facts instead:
– You could notice a lot of cultural differences between specific regions of Poland. It is caused by partitions, when part of Poland was Russian, other part Prussian and yet another was Austrian for 123 years. In this time, a lot of traditions and behaviors taken root in Polish people.
– Poland is one of three countries commonly associated with vodka, along with Russia and Finland, but the most popular alcohol in Poland is actually beer. Vodka is served mostly during “big” events, such as weddings, name-days or 18th birthdays.
– If we are talking about 18th birthdays, they are the most important one. In Poland, if you are 18 years old, you are officially and “adult”, you can drink alcohol, have a decend job or life on your own. With the attainment of 18 years old, you can also have a driving licence and go to the university. The age of consent in Poland is 15 years old.
– Name-days in Poland can be compared to birthdays, because they are usually celebrated similiarly. The difference is name-days are more “domestic”, with drinking, eating and talking at the table with family members, while birthdays are events celebrated with friends,
usually with a really loud party and often by going outside the house, to public places (who’s having birthday is paying, that’s kind of a rule).
– Polish people are everywhere. There is even a joke, “when there is nobody from Poland in country, this country does not exist”.
I’m hyped. Let’s look at the intro and see what we can guess together. But first
Look at these two dorks! Marco actually seems happy!
But in all seriousness, these two characters are actually having adventures together, which means either A) The two are going to somehow find a way to get back with each other within the first two episodes or B) This is all one big fat lie.
We’ve seen the background picture before in the very first episode, but the fact that they’re bringing it up again tells me there’s something significant about it. It’s already been foreshadowed elsewhere, but the connection between Star and Eclipsa. really show’s when you compare the above image with the Tapestry from Into the Wand.
Also, more dorky idiots being dorks.
Okay, so this this is the Kingdom of Uni. I haven’t actually read the journal yet, but I know of the ponyhead that just wants to live life as a horse. Some people are taking that as a take that at the Powerpuff Girls reboot (which tries and fails to use a horse/ unicorn metaphor for trans people and wound up being super offensive instead), but I think I need to see more evidence before I bye into that one.
Kelly’s back! Oh, and Mina too, I guess.
Queen Eclipsa is still frozen, which means she probably won’t appear in the hour song season premiere thing.
Toffee/ Ludo apparently got a hold of the eagle and the spider again. And Glassaryck looks surprisingly creepy. (Well, he was always a creepy, but here especially.)
And now it seems we have an actual team forming here, consisting of Janna, Tom, Ponyhead, Star, Marco, and Kelly. From this, we can assume
Tom is permanently on the side of good
Janna and Kelly are going to play a bigger role
Marco is going to get a cape at some point. Personally, I believe that’s the outfit he’ll wear on his inevitable search for star.
Just for the heck of it, let’s try to guess which role the characters are going to play in this team.
Star and Marco both play the role of both the hero and the lancer in the group, depending on what the story happens to call for.
Janna is the smart one. She’s well read and knows a few things about the occult. It’ll be nice seeing her in action.
Based on her huge freakin sword, I’d say Kelly is going to be the muscle of the group.
Tom is the sixth ranger, at odds with both Star and Marco but still pursuing the same end goal.
This leaves Ponyhead as the chick. I’m not sure if she’s of any practical use to the team, but she’s funny at the very least.
I think that’s about it… except…
That’s actually not the first time we see this little gremlin. He’s at the table with Moon and River.
And he’s not even just sitting still… he only comes up when Star lands on the Table. It’s almost as if he’s watching her.
Contains: Edward Elric short rants read off by Yuri Plisetsky, what more can you ask for tbh
Yuri, basically, is short. If he was as extra as Edward Elric, then he would probably say a few things along these lines.
A/N: This was funnier in my head I swear. Basically I had the idea at three in the morning and it left me giggling and I wanted to see how it’d turn out, and I’d say not too bad. I hope you guys enjoy it and that it makes you chuckle at least, thank you for listening!
(Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now?
Word count: 2593
(A/N) I wanted to finish and post this way sooner, but school was literally killing me, so I had no time what so ever. Hope you enjoy this xxx
The drive home was quiet. My mom barely spoke and I just stared in front of me. This was another thing about being blind: you don’t have a phone. Because, how would you use it, if you’re not able to see the screen. That also meant that I had zero contact with any of my friends…not that I had many to start with.
“So,” my mom finally spoke up after five minutes, “who was that girl I saw you talking to?”
“Her name is Kira. I have some classes with her,” I explained. “So you made some friends today?”
“Yeah. I guess so,” I sighed. Mom didn’t say anything after that. She was always like that. Trying to make a conversation, but at the end of the day, we both knew she was only doing it because she feels bad for me. She thinks that if she forces herself to talk to me everyday, we would maybe someday start to bond. Like a normal mother and daughter. But I don’t think so.
I do not like my parents.
We arrived at our house and I stepped out and started walking to the door with my cane stretched out in front. Tick Tick Tick, on the stone path. I could finally stop with the ticking a few feet away from the door. My mom got her keys out and started searching for the right one. It took her some time until she got it, but when she finally did, she fortunately opened the door very quickly.
“Your father will be coming home a bit later.” she said before she sat down.
“Where is he? I thought he wouldn’t start working until his knee got better.” I asked.
Before we moved to Beacon Hills, my dad got into a small accidence and injured his knee. So he had to take some time off for rehabilitation. In that time, the police station of the city we previously lived in, had some problems and had to cut some people off and xhose my father will be one of those people. Fortunately, they realised it was cruel to do that to an injured man, so they gave him a job in a different city. In the end, it turned out for the better, because the paychecks are better here (as I heard from my parents) and it will finally be permanent. Before this he was kind of someone police stations send around to each other if they needed more officers.
“That is right. But he already went to the station today to meet the sheriff.”
“Oh, that is..nice.” I said and walked to my room. I lay face down on my bed when my mom suddenly walked in.
“I forgot to mention,” she smiled fakely, “the sheriff invited us for dinner. I understand if-”
“No, I’ll go.”
“Great. I actually bought you a new dress this morning. We wanna make a good impression now, don’t we?”
“Yes we do, mom.” My mom put the dress on the chair next to the door and walked away without another word. I walked to the door and closed it. The dress was nice. It was black with some lace on the skirt. Once I would put it on, it would probably reach my knee or something.
I put the dress on and not soon after I heard the front door open. My dad came home. I walked to the living room to say hello.
“How was your first day at school,” he asked after I said hi. “It was okay,” I shrugged, “I met some people. They seem nice.”
“Well, that is great.”
“Yeah, and they are all very helpful,” I smiled, thinking about Stiles. There he was again, in my head. What is it about him that I liked so much?
My dad tried to keep the conversation going, but just like my mom in the car, he failed miserably.
“Oh look at the time, I think it will be better if we go.” My dad handed me my jacket and my cane that was on the table. I thanked him and we were off. Just like before, this car ride was uncomfortable too. I don’t know how my parents to it, but they can make every situation awkward. I absolutely hate it.
It would probably be less if I wasn’t blind. I am very well known with the fact that my parents hate it that I am… different. It is a torture for them to see me struggle with my disability every day. That was why I doubted a bit about telling them that I had gotten my sight back. Ut how could I possibly explain that?
“Here we are,” my father said as he pulled into the sheriff’s driveway. There already stood two cars. A normal grey car (I could see the attachable siren in the backseat) and a blue jeep next to it. Especially the jeep looked familiar. I must have seen it somewhere before.
“(Y/N), don’t just stand there, c’mon.” my mom tugged on my sleeve and pulled my to walk on. We got to the door and she rang the doorbell. Not even a few seconds later, we heard a loud bang inside and someone mumbling that “they were fine.” I had to giggle slightly, until the door opened and I saw him: Stiles.
“Welcome to our humble home,” he welcomed us and motioned us to walk inside. Only when I stepped inside he realised who I was.
“(Y/N)! I didn’t know you were coming!”
“I didn’t know I was coming to you either.” I smiled. He took my and my parents’ jackets and jung them up on the rack. Then he showed my parents the way to the kitchen so they could talk to Stiles’ dad, who was apparently busy with the dinner.
“So,” Stiles said, he had his hands in his pockets and he looked a bit nervous. “How are you doing.”
‘Great. Just not really looking forward to the dinner… Not that I don’t want you to be here, just my dad and-”
“It’s okay, to be honest I also didn’t want to come.” He showed me the way to the couch and our conversation was immediately much more easy once we were comfortably sitting there.
“How is it,” I asked, “being the sheriff’s son?”
“It’s great. I always get the information about the big cases. Just don’t tell anyone I told you.” he winked. I could see in his impression later that he realised it was pointless to wink to a blind girl. I wanted to laugh, but held it in. Then I felt my eyes sting a bit. Was I crying?
Well, was I trying to cry? I haven’t cried since the accident. The animal not only damaged my face and eyes, but also everything connected closely to my eyes. So I can not cry. Instead, it just stings.
But why was it stinging?
“Dinner is ready,” Stiles’ dad called out. Getting me out of my trance. I stood up and Stiles took my hand. I was a bit shocked, then quickly realised he was only helping me got to the table. Nothing more.
After the dinner Stiles and I got back to the couch while our parents stayed at the table. Nothing had really happened while we were eating. Except for that my dad kept on asking about the job and how big of a criminal city Beacon Hills is. I realised that that question made Stiles a bit nervous. but , why would it? He didn’t look like a criminal to me.
Mr. Stilinski had answered that there aren’t so many criminals around, but that the city did have a problem with animal attacks some time ago. I had almost choked on my food when I heard that. Animal attacks? Quick snippets of that night flashed before me. But more of the sounds. The crackling of the twigs. The hard wind rushing through the trees and the… howling. There was definitely something howling in the far background.
“(Y/N)? Are you okay,” Stiles whispered to me. I just told him that I was fine, but I already felt my eyes stinging again.
“Will you tell me what that was about?”
“What do you mean?” I asked in return.
“Well, you told me it was fine, but I could see it wasn’t.”
“PTSD, I guess.” Stiles looked at me in shock. Then, he looked in the direction of where our parents were and he stood up. A few second later, he threw me my jacket. I gave out a little scream.
“Oh, sorry. Put your coat on. We’re going for a walk.”
“Because I feel like you need to talk to someone,” he said and he couldn’t be more right. I hadn’t realised it, but once he mentioned it, I felt like I had to tell him everything… and with that I meant everything.
I was not sure what it was, but something about Stiles told me that he was different. He was normal, but still in a different way than others are. If that even makes sense.
I put my coat on and picked up my cane. Stiles stopped me: “You won’t need it.” I smiled and told him that I was just taking it, because otherwise I would lose it and folded it up so I could put in my pocket. I wasn’t sure, but from the corner of my eye, I thought I saw him give me a weird look. I decided to just ignore it.
We walked out of the house, holding eachothers hands. To be honest, I had really gotten used to this. Every time Stiles held my hand, or even touched it for a second, a spark shot through my body.
It was already dark outside. The street lamps were on, but didn’t do much. From time to time I glanced at the houses we passed. Most families were watching tv or still eating dinner. They all seemed so happy. It made me sick.
“Here we are.” Stiles stopped. I slightly bumped into his side. Not even because I was “blind”, but simply because I wasn’t paying attention. We were standing in front of a flat piece of grass which was surrounded by tall and big trees. “Well,” he continued, “not exactly. Just a minute or two.”
“Alright.” I gave him a nervous smile. We walked to one side where the trees were the biggest. Once we couldn’t see the grass field anymore he stopped again. This time, in front of the biggest trees I have (n)ever seen. At the top of it, there was a big tree house.
“Where are we?”
“The most private place in whole Beacon Hills,” Stiles told me. When he said it, I could feel him squeeze my hand very lightly.
“It’s my old tree house. I build it with my parents when I was younger.”
“And how am I supposed to get up there?” I laughed.
“Ha ha. Do not worry. I have a great solution.” he pulled my with him to the other side of the tree where there was a ladder and next to it a swing.
“Sit right there,” he helped me get to the swing, “and hold on tight. I’ll see you in a minute.” after that he started to climb up the ladder. I wanted to yell at him for leaving my here all alone, but instead I screamed because suddenly my feet left the ground. I was being pulled up.
“What the hell, Stiles!” I said once I was up in the tree house.
“Oh c’mon. Do not say that wasn’t fun.” I didn’t say anything. Stiles just smiled and pulled me into a giant bean bag chair with him. I fell straight onto him. Our faces were only a few inches apart. I rolled to the side and looked up. I was nicely greeted with the night sky. It was beautiful.
“So, let’s talk,” he finally spoke up.
“I don’t know. Anything you want to get out. Just say it.” I had to think for some time about what to say. I wanted to tell him about my secret so badly. But I can not just blurt it out at the beginning. The best thing was to slowly get to it.
“I hate my parents,” I sighed. It felt so good to finally say it out loud. “Like, don’t get me wrong. They are great parents. Just not for…”
“You?” he ended ym sentence.
“Exactly. You don’t want to know how often I overheard them talking about how they wished I wasn’t blind and how this,” I pointed at my face, “has ruined their chance at being the perfect family and stuff like that. It messes you up.” Stiles didn’t say anything. I wasn’t angry. What could he say?
“Then there is the fact that I don’t have any friends.”
“Do not say that.” Stiles almost seemed angry when he heard me say it.
“Or at least, not until now. Everyone always avoided me. And the fact that I don’t have a phone or any other form of contact possibilities doesn’t help either.” After that we stayed quiet for some time. I didn’t feel like talking anymore and Stiles probably had no idea what to say. After what felt like forever, he was the first one to break the silence.
“I was always wondering. How do you imagine the world?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you cannot see it, but you must have ideas, right? Like, for example, how do you think bacon looks like?”
“I never thought about it. But probably pink, whatever pink is”
“So what about the rest.”
“I always imagine that school is this gigantic fancy building, with golden walls and doors made from diamonds and other kinds of stones and that every popular girl just walks around in a trash bag or some other shitty outfit, just to make myself feel better.”
We both laughed at my imagination.
“What about you?”
“How do you think I look? You never really asked or like, you know…”
“Do that whole“I’m blind and the only way to know how you look like if to feel your face” thing. Not really my style.” I smiled. “Back to your question. I think you look just like a ken doll.”
“Excuse me? How do you even know how it looks like?” he laughed.
“I heard that it is the perfect definition of a guy, so…”
“STILES? (Y/N)? Are you up there?” suddenly the voice of mr. Stilinski disturbed our lovely silence. Stiles got up and poked his head out of the small window.
“Hi dad.” he waved downstairs.
“Get down here.” he simply ordered. Stiles walked back to me and guided me to the swing. I sat down and just before he started to pull me back down, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and said: “thank you.”
“For what?” Stiles seemed to be extremely confused by my actions.
“Everything.” and with that I started to get closer to the ground. There, I was welcomed by mr. Stilinski and my parents. None of them really seemed to be too happy with my actions.
My mom didn’t say anything, she just dragged me towards, I assumed, the car. I turned around and looked up to the treehouse where Stiles was still looking at me. I waved and he waved back, confusion still spread across his face.
I started playing Pillars of Eternity and I’m already in love with
everybody, even though I probably found like… half of all the
companions? I have no idea how I’m going to decide between them,
everybody is so interesting and well written ;__;
But at the
moment Aloth wins. He’s just… so nice, adorable and really, really
likable (okay, everybody is. Oh, and there is also Durance xD) But I
think it’s his insecurity and nervousness which make me like him so
much, especially when he is also so smart and observant. I totally have a
soft spot for this kind of characters.
Also, it’s hilarious how
much he fails at staying alive and how much he needs somebody to watch
over his fragile ass. And I’ll never forget the fact, that when you meet
him for the first time he looks like a garbage elf, wearing a tattered
rag as a cloak.music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyxBWaO-ItM
“Could you write a Henry fic where the reader is floating on a piece of driftwood and they pick her up but when she wakes up she’s a real badass and like accidently hits Henry and cute anf full of fluff and stuff”
It’s been a week since you left Amity, a week since you were caught
snuggling with the jackass leader, Eric. The two of you hadn’t spoken since the
incident, you had simply made uncomfortable eye contact every time you ran into
each other. Your friends, especially Zeke, on the other hand refused to let you
live it down, not only had he told half the faction about what he had seen, but
every time you walked past him, he would make snarky remarks or teasingly call
Eric had been an even bigger ass to everyone in attempts to keep up his
reputation. Though you hadn’t spoken to him, every time he snapped at someone
you had the urge to punch him in the face. For some unknown reason, you had
been even more irritable around him ever since that unfortunate night,
something inside you had changed, but you couldn’t tell what it was.
You shake your head to clear your mind and continue walking down the
hallways, making your way to your apartment after a long day of work. Just
before you turn a corner you hear the quivering voice of a boy, “P-please
sir, I didn’t mean to, the knife slipped and-and I-I’m sorry sir.”
You peak your head around the corner and see the familiar blonde haired
man with tattoos trailing down his neck. Eric was burning holes into the
scrawny black-haired boy’s face with his piercing stare; the venomous smirk on
his face was enough to send chills even down your own spine. He had the boy,
who you assumed was from this year’s batch of initiates, shaking in his boots
and he was clearly enjoying it, “You didn’t mean to huh? If you were on
the streets in a fight and you dropped the fucking knife you’d be killed!
You’re a weak-ass, boneless initiate who is better off factionless!”
“Eric!” You yell revealing yourself, both of them turn their
attention towards you and you storm over, “Initiation just started,
it’s your job to teach them how to throw a fucking knife, not discourage
"How do you except me to do shit when they have no courage in
the first place?” He hisses, the poor initiate looks like he’s about to
burst into tears.
“Kid, get back to the dorms, don’t worry about any of this,”
You say gently but assertively, the kid looks up at Eric for permission so you
simply say, “Go.”
He scampers away and Eric instantly grabs your arms pushing hard against
the wall, you let out an unintentional gasp, “What the fuck are you
"You’re being a fucking ass!”
“They’re my initiates Y/N, I’m a fucking leader, you are
a petty patrol, how dare you butt into my business?!” His face is now meer
centimetres from yours, and you can smell his minty breath.
“Just because you’re a leader doesn’t mean you can make everyone’s
life a living hell Eric, ever since you’ve become a leader, nobody even wants
to be in Dauntless!” For a split second, you think you
see a look of hurt on his face, but it goes back to its menacing-self so fast
that you think you probably just imagined it.
“You’ve gained a lot of guts after sleeping with me Y/N, weren’t
you absolutely horrified of that little spider? Now you’re talking back to a
Dauntless leader?” He smirks.
“Oh dear Eric, the only difference is that spiders are actually scary, you,
on the other hand, are not,” You smirk back; you have
a fucking death wish don’t you Y/N?
He raises his eyebrows, tightening his grip on your arms, there’ll
definitely be bruises there in the morning, “You’re not scared of me huh
"Definitely not,” your voice falters at the end, he’s a lot
“You sure are something special Y/N, you have been since that first
day of your training when you told me to, ‘Do my job and actually teach you
something,’” You blush.
“Y-you still remember that?” You had transferred a year after
Eric and he had been one of your instructors, him being the ass he was, you had
decided to stand up for yourself and your fellow initiates, it’s been five
years since that encounter and you had almost forgotten about it, you were surprised
that he hadn’t. He got closer.
“I haven’t forgotten, I also remember that in order to punish you I
made you stand in front of a target in the gun range and I shot at you. You
didn’t even flinch a millimetre,” He moved closer and closer with every word
that followed, “I remember everything muffin.”
You couldn’t help but lean up in attempts to close the gap between you
two, Eric leans back, chuckling, his eyes had softened considerably, “You
just can’t wait can you muffin?”
He releases one of your arms, moving his hand to your cheek, running the
pad of his thumb across your lower lip, you involuntarily whisper his name and
he smirks, finally he closes the gap between your desperate lips, he gently
bites your lip and you gasp, giving him entrance, your tongues fight for
dominance. He finally pulls away and without thinking you lean into him,
surprisingly he puts him arms around you for a second before you steady
yourself on your feet.
Eric finally takes a step back, “I was definitely right about you
being special Y/N."
"Y-you’re not too bad yourself Eric,” You stutter, attempting
to sound confident but failing.
“Well we should probably get back to our apartments, it’s getting
late,” He turns to leave but he suddenly turns back, “Oh and
“This time let’s be a little more careful about accidentally
getting caught,” He winks and walks away, leaving you to compose
Something had definitely changed that night in Amity, the feelings you
had been repressing for Eric since initiation had finally surfaced.
A/N: I’m baaaaackkkkkkk!!!!!! I missed you all! xoxo
The flames licked at her, curling around her legs. She felt no pain, though; a surprising softness engulfed her. She welcomed it, spreading her arms wide. The flames grew, nuzzling up her body, filling her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire around her.
The flames…moaned? It was the only way she could describe the noise, a low sound coming from deep within the blaze. It sounded almost human, that low roar.
And within that white-hot center emerged a white-hot face. Strong features, sharp bones.Two blue flames stared at her, into her.
And with the sudden realization that only happens in dream, Claire became aware that this wasn’t a fire that surrounded her. It was a man’s long red hair that curled around her. A man’s electric blue eyes that shocked her. A man’s large hands that warmed her…
Not a man. Her man. Her artist.
He smiled at her, a mischievous half-grin. It was infectious; she smiled back, unsure of what they were smiling about, but knowing that she wanted to be a part of it.
Her stomach began to rise toward her throat, a jittery feeling that spread throughout. Sweat was beading on her skin. She was hot, burning, as if in a real fire now…
Claire woke with a start, and found that she was, indeed, hot and sweaty. Not the pleasant warmth, but a sickly heat. She ran to the toilet and thoroughly emptied her stomach.
Jamie’s brain was becoming too big for his skull. At least that’s what it felt like. He peeked an eye open, staring through the curtains. Overcast. Rainy. He rolled over, trying not to vomit in the process, and fell back asleep.
Claire watched the chasing raindrops from her window. Her thoughts flew back to that dream; wanting to remember, wanting to forget. Her mind was being consumed by thoughts of him, waking and dreaming. She could not escape him.
Did she even want to?
The rain began to soften, mere tears from the sky. Claire debated. Should she go to the park? Would he be there?
Did that matter?
It didn’t. Although she wished to see him, her time at the park was her favorite part of the day. When she was surrounded by green. It gave her a peace and focus she hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. And she had many tests to grade.
She sat at a picnic table today, papers strewn about it, held down with a couple rocks.
Well, Josh, you obviously have no idea what a chloroplast is. And you’ve known about this test how long? IT IS ON YOUR SYLLABUS.
Claire taught freshman Biology at the local university. It was a required course, not matter if you were Pre-Med or Computer Science. And some answers she received… She shook her head.
Gargantuan apparatus? Did he mean Golgi apparatus? Jesus H. Roosevelt…
The test fluttered before flying off into the wind.
“Christ!” Claire went after the papers, grabbing futilely with open hands. The test floated through the air, skidded the ground, and ascended again. And if she wasn’t so damn frustrated, she might have likened it to a large butterfly. As it were, she didn’t have the patience for poetry at the moment.
Perhaps by coincidence or fate, the papers landed on a pair of laced brown boots. As if in slow motion, she watched as blue stained fingertips reach down and grab her pages. She knew who those blue fingertips belonged to in her heart and soul. And brain. Only artists and cosmetologists had fingers stained in such a way.
Her gazed travelled slowly up his body, to his grinning face. The same grin he wore in her dream last night…
This close, he could see things about her that he had never noticed before. She had a handful of freckles scattered over her nose and cheeks. Or how her canines were a bit long, giving her a vampirish smile.
“Thank you.” She was English. Also something he never noticed. A sharp, clear accent. A church bell at noon.
“No trouble, lass,” he smiled, trying to calm his racing heart. He was a good actor. He could manage a conversation without making a fool out of himself. At least, he hoped so.
“I could have been in big trouble had I lost this,” she chuckled, a much lower sound than he would have expected.
“Aye. I’m sure,” he squinted at the paper. “Josh would no appreciate ye losing his test.”
“Well, he probably failed anyway, so…” She spoke candidly, before clapping a hand over her mouth. “I should not be speaking about a student like that…”
“Dinna fash. Yer secret’s safe wi’ me.” He put a finger over his mouth is a ‘shh’ gesture. She laughed, showing off her wolfy grin.
“I’m Claire, by the way.” Claire. The click of a tongue, a swallowed ‘r.’ He had met a few Claires before, but none of their names sounded so musical.
“Jamie.” Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “Have I seen ye here before?” Damnit, Fraser.
“Oh, probably,” she answered with a flip of her hand. “I’m here almost everyday. I love nature.”
And I love ye.
“Oh, aye. I’m here often as well.” He looked down. This conversation had taken a dive bomb straight to the concrete.
“You’re an artist, aren’t you?” He was surprised to hear her speak. Surprised she was still in front of him, eyebrow cocked.
“Huh? Oh, aye. Yes. I am.” Did she like artists?
“I thought so. I’ve seen you too. You have a sketchbook with you all the time.”
“Ye never know when inspiration may hit.” He didn’t feel the need to tell her that inspiration always hit when he saw her.
“Of course. Well, I’ve got to finish my work. Perhaps I’ll see you around?”