Welcome To The Black Lion(A Black Paladin Keith playlist) - By Seabreezy
Welcome To The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance || Battle Scars - Paradise || Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons || Protectors Of The Earth - Two Steps From Hell || Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons || Things We Lost In The Fire - Bastille || Immortals - Fall Out Boy || Coming Home - Skylar Grey || Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots || The Promise - Emma Blackery || Warriors - Imagine Dragons || This Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco || I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons || Take On The World - You Me At Six || I May Fall(ft. Casey Lee Williams) - Jeff Williams || High Hopes - Kodaline || A Little Too Much - Shawn Mendes || Counting Stars - OneRepublic || Hall Of Fame - The Script || Echo - Jason Walker || Rescue My Heart - Liz Longley || Run To You - Pentatonix || Waves (Acoustic) - Dean Lewis || Wild Things - Alessia Cara || Don’t Forget About Me - CLOVES || Afraid - The Neighborhood || Guillotine - Jon Bellion || Haunting - Halsey || It Has Begun - Starset || My Demons - Starset || Remember The Name (ft. Styles Of Beyond) - Fort Minor || Peace Sign - NateWantsToBattle || Unaligned - NateWantsToBattle || Glassy Sky - AmaLee || Here Comes A Thought - Estelle & AJ Michalka
So far this tour has been amazing. It sucks it’s been two years since we played at Warped Tour been wanting to go back, but shit has been getting crazy. We’ll be heading to Germany soon then we’ll be opening up for Sleeping with Sirens and Pierce the Veil. I wish we were able to hit the rest of the US and it’s up in the air if we are hitting England. It’s so bizarre to not be home so often as I want, but that’s the fun of it. I’m Patty Walters and I’m that typical average pop punk guy. Love me and I’ll give you cookies if I can find any
Hi my name is Elza F’ortissimo Tone-Deaf Hummingbird Forte and I have long red hair (that’s how I got my name) with pink streaks and pink tips
that reaches my ankles and sexy gold eyes like honey tears and a lot
of people tell me I look like Mizuki Kanzaki (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). [[I’m not related to Hime Shirayuki but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a idol
but my uniform is straight and white. I have slightly darker than white skin. I’m also a headmistress, and I run a idol school called Venus Ark in Japan where I’m
in the fourth year (I’m fourteen). I’m a sexy-type (in case you couldn’t
tell) and I wear mostly red. I love Perfect Queen and I design all my clothes
from there. For example today I was wearing a red and white top with
black lines around it and a black miniskirt with a red cape on it, black socks that go up to my knees and red high heels. I was wearing pink lip gloss, white (but not that white) foundation,
black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Venus Ark. It
was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy
about. A lot of Yotsuboshi students stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
engine-red and I recently found out that we both share the headcanon of Fort Max burying his face in his hands when getting called cute. I actually have two pages filled with robots reacting in different ways, maybe I’ll post them here one day, too.
I ship Rung with pretty much everybody (Skids, Rodimus, Megs, you name it), but Fort Max has to be my favorite for him. Also, the size kink is strong with this one.
Edit: I’m an idiot and don’t even know the eye color of my favorite character. They’re not blue, they’re the same color as the glasses. I apologize, I guess I shouldn’t color things at midnight for weeks.
Scout Trouble - Elvis Presley Uptown Funk - Mark Ronson Intoxicated - Martin Solveig Baby I Need Your Lovin - The Four Tops Glitter & Gold - Cheap Time Mamma Said - The Shirelles Mmm Yeah - Austin Mahone Hey Micky! - Toni Basil Jailhouse Rock - Elvis Presley Hound Dog - Elvis Presley You’re the One that I Want - from Grease
For Scout I wanted to get that Greaser feel, yet one that hit home. A loudmouth, no good, fast running mama’s boy like Scout deserves only the best sort of music; upbeat with a splash of that New York feel, this one I think captures his personality best out of all of these.
Engie Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle Technologic - Daft Punk Honey I’m Good - Andy Grammar Chicken Fried - Zachary Brown Band All My Ex’s Live in Texas - George Strait Geekin’ - will.i.am Without Thinking - The Streets Friends In Low Places - Garth Brooks 9 to 5 - Dolly Parton Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy - Big & Rich Good Time - Alan Jackson
I wanted to stray away from country as much as I could for Engie, but I couldn’t resist, as some of these are so cute and I thought they would be songs he would listen to.
Spy I’m An Albatroaz - AronChupa Happy - Pharrell Heartbreak Hotel - Elvis Presley That’s Amore - Dean Martin You Make Me Feel So Young - Frank Sinatra Death Of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco Stand By Me - Ben E. King This Magic Moment - The Drifters La Mer - Charles Trenet J'attendrai - Tino Rossi I Just Called To Say I Love You - Stevie Wonder
Being a lovebird (y’know, French and all) I wanted to get that slow dance sort of emotion to this playlist, but still keep that edge because we all know Spy will stab a bitch if needed and not even ruin his manicure.
Sniper Angel - Aerosmith Ghost - Halsey Here I Go Again - Whitesnake Me, Myself, and I - G-Eazy Wanted Dead Or Alive - Bon Jovi Turn The Page - Bob Seger Everytime - Britney Spears Roads - Portishead Brick - Ben Folds Five Fade Into Darkness - Avicii Alone Together - Fall Out Boy
This elusive Aussie was surprisingly easier to make a playlist for than I was worried about. Then again, I had a friend who is a total Sniper nerd there to help me. This one captures his loneliness a lot and really gives me feels.
Soldier Little Soldier Boy (Leaves From The Vine) - Mako Iwamatsu God Bless The USA - Lee Greenwood Hero - Enrique Iglesias Cat’s In The Cradle - Harry Chapin Till I Collapse - Eminem Remember The Name - Fort Minor Everybody Loves My Baby - Boswell Sisters Rock The House - Gorillaz No One Likes Super Man Anymore - I Fight Dragons Let’s Dance - David Bowie Rub Some Bacon On It - Rhett And Link
Soldier doesn’t know when to stop. Nor does he know anything outside of serving for his country, or at least thinking he is. Keeping a somewhat silly yet rough/serious edge to this was the challenge, but in the end I had a lot of fun making this one. Especially the last song.
Pyro White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane Puff The Magic Dragon - Peter Paul & Mary Wouldn’t It Be Nice - The Beach Boys Under Pressure - Queen As The World Falls Down - David Bowie Three Little Birds - Bob Marley What’s A Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong Skyfall - Adele Training Wheels - Melanie Martinez Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Israel “IZ” On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz
I wanted to get two sides to this one: Pyro’s wonderland, and the destruction happening outside of their view. I like to imagine them skipping merrily then with maybe a flower crown and unknowingly crunching skulls under their boots as they go along. That’s kinda dark, huh?
Medic Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics Flying High Again - Ozzy Osbourne Welcome To The Jungle - Guns N’ Roses Blood - My Chemical Romance Born To Die - Lana Del Ray Take My Breath Away - Berlin Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) - Jay Z The Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang 99 Luftballoons - Nena All Shook Up - Elvis Presley Another One Bites The Dust - Queen
Another playlist for another sadistic maniac *sigh*. I’m not too fond of the serious no bullshit scary German man that most of the fandom seems to portray Medic as, as in the comics and SFM’s, he has his intelligent side then his fun loving (maniacal) side.
Heavy Counting Bodies Like Sheep - A Perfect Circle Cochise - Audioslave Mosh - Eminem I’m Comin’ Home - P. Diddy Spaz Out - Army Of The Pharaohs Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria Work - Kanye West Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana Bad Case Of Lovin You - Robert Palmer Paint It Black - The Rolling Stones Viva La Vida - Coldplay
Oh man, this one was intense. I wanted to get that serious big tough guy feel on this one. I added a couple more subdued songs, as he does have his soft side, but this one is definitely for the battlefield.
Demoman Red Solo Cup - Toby Kieth Tubthumping - Chumbawamba Shots - LMFAO Wobble - V.I.C. The Maid Gaed To The Mill - A Scottish Drinking Song Escape - Rupert Holmes Hooked On A Feeling - Blue Swede Fooled Around And Fell In Love - Elvin Bishop I Want You Back - Jackson 5 O-O-H Child - The Five Stairsteps September - Earth, Wind, & Fire
I’m not gonna lie, like a lot of these are from the Guardians Of the Galaxy soundtrack oops. I just really like that laid back no worries sort of feeling those songs have. I think Demoman would be the kind to not dwell on those icky thoughts, and would much rather have a drink and a few laughs.
Ms. Pauling You Don’t Know - Eminem ft. 50 Cent Work, Hustle, Kill - Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard Skinny Love - Bon Iver Lose Yourself - Eminem Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen Sweet Child O’ Mine - Guns N’ Roses Boss Ass Bitch - PTAF Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani You Make Me Feel Like Dancing - Leo Sayer Ain’t It Fun - Paramore
Ah, yes, my queen. Honestly, Miss Pauling is one of my favourite Tf2 characters. She has this badass outline with that sweet awkward creme filling that gives me cavities whenever she appears!
What if Claire went back through the stones a few years (between 2 and 5) after Culloden?
(Ah ah! figured out what I did wrong on my last post! I accidentally deleted the question form in my inbox, so sorry. I could blame it on tiredness or just lack of know-how. Anyway this one should be posted in answer to the anonymous request. Also if anyone else has any requests please send them! I’ll stop my silly AN and allow you to enjoy the newest prompt!)
Twice I have been whisked away to a far off place that I did not want to go to, and only once have I felt like I do not belong. I have a hatred for Boston. The bustling streets, crammed sidewalks, and the awful nasal local accent that could be the equivalent of nails on a chalk board surrounded me. I crave the peaceful lochs, rowdy villages, and playful farms of the Scottish Highlands. If Frank has his way I’ll never set foot in Scotland or near Inverness again. My heart and soul are two-hundred years in the past, floating somewhere in the Highlands with the man I truly love, yet I’m anchored to the present— New England America thanks to a beautiful red headed almost two year old child who is already so much like her father. Living with Frank these last two years has shown me what a marriage of obligation is and what a marriage of love is; I do not share the love for this wonderful man the way I once did. He’s taken care of us, accepted, even loved Brianna as his own, despite his previous musings of never being able to love a child if it were not of his own blood. Our love, the love I had fought so hard to return to during my first few months in the past, is not what it was and will never be the same ever again. He deserves someone who will love him the way a woman should love him. Not with him out of obligation and fondness for what once was. Unbeknownst to him, last night at dinner he gave me the perfect opportunity to consider going back to Scotland, back through the standing stones at Craig na Dun to my home. My mind is rushing from the conversation of the previous night. Frank had said he’s going to a conference in London for the week of Halloween not returning until November 2nd. My main concerns with finally having the chance to fulfill my desires were: Can I survive a trip through the stones again? Can Brianna travel through with me? If we did make it, could we make it back to the right time? What if Jamie wasn’t alive? What if he had moved on? Would I really risk her that way all for the selfishness of wanting to get back to her father? I have the opportunity and I must try something to get back to where I belong with the family I long to be reunited with and introduce father to daughter. Halloween was only a month away, happiness flooded me as I watched Frank play with Brianna imagining Jamie in his place, instead of the woven rug on the hardwood floors of our Boston home, the homely wood and stone of the hearth at Lallybroch flooded my mind. We can go back. We will go back.
A month may seem like a long time, but for me it went by in a blur of unfinished resolve. Six days ago Frank left for London, tomorrow Brianna and I will be on our way to Inverness and to Mrs. Graham’s house on the outskirts of town. Already, I had found money from the time, I only hoped it would be enough to secure a horse or carriage from inverness to Lallybroch. Cloaks and gowns waiting at Mrs. Graham’s, a small package of mementos for Jamie, and hope for a better life all prepared. One last night in Boston, one more day in the twentieth century, and then forever in the time and place where we belong.
The stone circle at Craig na Dun looked the same; the split large center stone, the towering outer circle and the buzzing. The menacing buzz of pain and freedom. Brianna started to cry with her hands clapped over her ears as we approached the center stone. She can hear it too. Thank God, she can hear it too. Stepping forward I readjusted my grip on Brianna’s solid form and checked that the leather bags containing our clothes and mementoes were still buckled.
“Brianna, sweetie. When mommy says put your hand on the big stone in front of us do it ok?” Tears still streaming down her chubby face she nodded. “Ok! One…. Two… Three! Put your hand on the stone!” Fearful she might not touch at the same time as me I grabbed her tiny hand and our combined hands touched the center stone at the same time. The jerking and sudden falling feeling was excruciating this time around and I prayed Brianna did not feel it as strongly as I did. Landing beside the same stone I hoped we were two-hundred and two years in the past from the stone we touch only a moment ago. Brianna was crying even harder, as I stood us up and looked around to see if it was the same wilderness I knew from 1950 or the wilderness slightly altered wilderness of 1748. Attempting to calm the inconsolable child in my arms I began walking in the direction of Inverness hoping to find food and a horse I could buy.
The horse we were able to procure was small but reliable. Our combined weight would not cause too much of a strain on the horse and hopefully would make it the entire way to Lallybroch without me having to walk too far carrying Brianna. Our second full day on the road was surprisingly pleasant for early November in the Scottish Highlands. A pale yellow sun peaking over the trees and mountains, a light and chilly breeze, and thankfully none of the signature Scottish drizzle had dampened our journey. “Pardon me madam, are you lost?” A deep British voice said from behind me causing me to nearly fall off the horse. Turning my head to look at the person who was now beside me— my stomach dropped. An English soldier. I knew they were frequently roaming the highlands, even more so after the rebellion, but I had hoped I would not run into them. “Hello officer. I’m happy to say I am not lost but thank-you for your concern.” Giving him a smile I dearly hoped came across as pleasant and confident instead of the anxious turmoil that was racking my insides. “Oh? Well pray madam where are you headed and would you like an escort? These are dangerous lands and a woman, especially an English woman with a child as small as yours, should not be traveling alone.” “I’m headed to the home of some long beloved family friends. It’s only half a days journey left and while I am most grateful for your offer of an escort I believe I can manage just fine until we are safely in their lands.” My hands tightened, one around the reigns and the other on the now squirming Brianna. Please, please let it alone and let me be on my way. Please! “Friends? In the Scottish Highlands? Madam you must be joking!” “I am not jesting or any of the sort. My family has known these people for many years. Long before the uprising and I want to keep them as friends. They’ve always been kind to us before.” “What is the family name you seek? I know all the former clan names in the area and have patrolled the villages multiple times. I can assure you of their kindness if you please.” “Murray. The family name is Murray. They lived on the Clan Fraser lands just through the pass in about three miles time. Last I saw them they were the utmost of loyalist and perfectly kind people. I do hope you are not to contradict that.” “Murray you say madam? I’m afraid I do not know the Murray’s, but the Fraser’s I do have acquaintance with. I shall warn you against seeking out or going near the man they call ‘Red’ Jamie Fraser. He was a wanted criminal before becoming one of the bloodiest Jacobite of them all. If it’s the Fraser lands you seek I do hope you do not come across the man.” A chill went down my spine and also a shudder of relief; Jamie was wanted but he was alive. A life on the run was not what I had in mind; however, if that’s the only way to be with Jamie then so be it. We would make do. “Thank-you for the warning and I’ll be sure to avoid this ‘Red’ Jamie. I am sorry to cut our conversation short but I must be on my way. I would like to make it to the Murray’s before dinner time. Good day.” “Good day madam. Know that if you need any assistance please send word for me, my name is Corporal Jackson Morgan. My company and I are stationed at Fort William. Good luck on your travels.” Watching the soldier, and the ten other men on horses that I had not noticed until now, ride away in the opposite direction caused me to release a breath I had not realized I was holding. Now to get through the rest of this journey without meeting any more soldiers or someone worse.
Lallybroch was just as I remembered it. The sweeping hills and farm lands, the slightly off kilter tower, and the beautiful three storied home I couldn’t wait to set foot in again. Brianna sensing my excitement started to bounce and babble, her words going from the comprehendible to some the last of her baby nonsense babble. “We’re almost home my love.” I whispered into the wind both for Brianna and Jamie— wherever he might be. The closer the horse brought us towards the estate the harder my heart began to pound. Every step like an added heart beat forming an irregular and overwhelming rhythm. Closing my eyes I sent up a silent prayer for the acceptance of my daughter and I back into the Fraser household and for the safety of my husband. Howls met my ears signaling that the Fraser/Murray household would know we were approaching. Not knowing whether we were friend or foe, I doubted we’d get a greeting in the archway or dooryard. “DOGGIE!!! Doggie doggie doggie doggie doggie doggie! Mamma look DOGGIES!!!” Brianna’s excited squeal somehow overpowered the racket the hounds were causing. Pulling her closer to me, I dismounted the horse and began to walk into a home I once knew and wanted to call home again. Gathering up my courage, I slowly approached the front door of the house, pushing the door open brought back memories of my first time here: Jamie barging in without a care “It’s my house Sassenach,” he had told me and since I was his wife, the Lady of this land, it was my house as well. The creak of the door startled the housekeeper who was headed for the door. Mrs. Crook caught sight of me and blanched quickly turning on her heels bellowing “Milady!! Milady!! You need to get down here!” I caught a brief smile as she took in the red headed, bright blue cat eyed child in my arms. Before I had a chance to thick any further on what I might want to say to Jenny or Ian, Jenny Fraser Murray was standing before me looking as though not a day had gone by since we last saw each other three years ago— Black hair elegantly knotted, blue eyes bright and homespun gown stained from dirty baby hands. Almost in tears I smiled at my sister in law. “Hello Jenny, it’s been a while.” Like with Mrs. Crook, Jenny’s pallor paled and her eyes widened. She approached me slowly as if not fully believing I was there, a hand extending ever so cautiously to touch my arm. “Ye’re here. Claire Fraser ye’re here! Why are ye here? Ye’re supposed to be dead! Jamie thinks ye’re dead!” “It’s a long story I would love to tell you, Ian, and if he’s around Jamie. For now though could I trouble you for some food and a glass of water or some milk? I’m afraid my daughter and I haven’t had much since yesterday.” At the word daughter Jenny’s eyes darted down to Brianna who had hidden her face in my neck. “Darling, it’s ok. Please stop hiding your face I want you to meet your Aunt Jenny.” Ever so slowly Brianna turned her head in the direction of Jenny. Shy Fraser eyes meeting shocked similar eyes. “Jamie’s. She’s Jamie’s.” “Of course she is. She’s so much like him too, already stubborn to the core with a fiery passion that could rival his.” With a faint laugh and a nod Jenny asked, “How old are ye mo chridhe?” “She’s almost two.” “Does Jamie know? Did he know before… before Culloden?” “He did know,” I snorted, “He’s the one who told me I was pregnant— on the eve of Culloden of all times.” “Is that why ye left? To protect the bairn?” I nodded somberly looking down as to not show the tears pricking my eyes, “I thought Jamie died on that battlefield. I had a part of him with me and I had to protect it, if not for me then for him. To keep him alive in any way that I could.” Before Jenny had a chance to respond to what I had just revealed I was nearly knocked off my feet as a gangly dark haired boy attached himself to my legs. “Milady!! God has restored you!! Milord will be so happy to see you!” “What the,” startled at first from the impact and recognition taking it’s time. The dark haired boy looked up at me, tears streaming from his dark eyes, “Fergus? Oh! Fergus get up! Let me look at you!” The young Frenchman scrambled to his feet eager to oblige. “Milady l’enfant you carry looks just like Milord!” Touching his cheek, I smile at his assessment of Brianna, she definitely has the Fraser and Mackenzie looks. “Does Milord know?” Fergus’s eyes had grown wide and in a haste of French mixed with Gaelic and bits of English I caught what sounded like “I must go fetch Milord, he will come home for this! He…” the rest was lost to me as was Fergus as he raced out the front door in search of Jamie. “Weel guess we won’t be needin’ to call for Jamie then. Why don’t we go to the kitchen and get you and this precious one something to eat?” “Thank-you Jenny, truly.” “Think nothin’ of it lass, I’m just glad ye’re home.” Smiling at each other Jenny looped her arm through mine as we set off towards the kitchens.
For hours Jenny and I sat and talked while Brianna and Maggie played together by our feet. I was wary of telling her anything about where I had gone until I could speak to Jamie, together we needed to decide what to tell his family. The journey to Lallybroch, meeting the soldiers on the road— their warning about Jamie, and personality traits of Jamie’s that Brianna boldly displays, were all topics I felt safe enough to discuss. “The fool better wait until dark to get down here especially with the redcoats lurking. Last thing we need is for him to get thrown in prison or worse hanged just as ye’ve made yer way home.” “How long has he been in hiding?” “Ever since they brought him back from Culloden. I’ll let him tell ye more, it’s been difficult, he’s not quite the same. It’s as though all the life in him has been drained away, ye ken?” Looking down and nodding I did know what she was talking about. If it hadn’t been for Brianna I would have lost myself to the grief of losing Jamie long ago. “With ye being back, he might have some life in him again.” Jenny mumbled something else that sounded like, ‘I hope.’ I hope, indeed. I hope I didn’t make the wrong decision in coming back. As dark began to cover the farm lands of Lallybroch, my anxiety went up. Twisting my hands and pacing in front of the front door, I sent up a silent prayer that Jamie may be safe and make it to me. “Claire!” A desperate, hope filled whisper said in the deep Scottish lilt that I had dreamed about for two years was there. Jamie was there. His beautiful red curls covered by the dun bonnet (that would inspire a Highland legend), his face with a full red beard split by a blinding white grin, blue eyes slanted and smiling— my Highlander. Still strong and proud, the posture of a king and a warrior, the gentleness of a dove, finally before me. “Jamie. Oh God, JAMIE!” Smiling as I ran to his embrace, tears freely flowing, and the feeling of home enveloping me like a warm blanket. Holding on to me with all his strength he kept muttering, “Ye’re real.” “I’m here Jamie and I’m not going anywhere.” That seemed to be all that he needed to lean down and catch my lips in dance that was as fervent as the day we parted only euphoric instead of in desperation. Days could have passed while I was in his embrace without me noticing. Breaking off this kiss Jamie leaned his forehead to mine. “The bairn? Claire please tell me nothing happened to the bairn!” “She’s safe and so beautiful.” “She,” looking into his eyes the awe and relief were overwhelming and the faint gleam of tears touched his eyes, “Ye—ye dinna leave her there did you?” “No Jamie I didn’t. Would you like to meet your daughter?” At my question he broke down fully giving in to his emotions. Clinging to me I could feel his shoulders shake as he wept, and the faintest of nods was distinguishable. Grabbing his hand I pulled him into the parlor. “Brianna, sweetheart please come here.” Briefly looking away from Jamie to make sure Brianna toddled over to me, I reached out the hand that wasn’t being held by Jamie and grabbed Brianna’s. “Sweetheart this is your father. Jamie, I would like you to meet your daughter, Brianna Ellen Fraser.” Never letting go of my hand, Jamie crouched down to our daughter’s level, a shaking hand outstretched to her small form and ever so gently touching her face. “Dia duit mo ghile iníon álainn.” A small giggle came from Brianna as Jamie continued to lightly touch her face. If Jamie’s smile before had lit up the room, now it was positively illuminating. “Darling, do you want to give your father a hug?” Brianna’s big blue eyes looked up at me almost asking if it were ok. “Go on.” I nudged with a smile. Cautiously she released my hand and wrapped both arms around Jamie’s neck. Jamie’s free hand clutched her small back, I reluctantly released my grip from him so he could fully embrace her. That’s how Ian, Fergus and Jenny found us, myself kneeling on the floor while Jamie sat clutching his daughter to him for the first time. In this moment I cannot find fault, it’s finally as it was meant to be. We are home.
Introductions are anything but my forte, alas. As far as my aspirations
in the workforce are concerned, however, I’m currently pursuing an
apprenticeship as a bilingual administrative assistant, thence, it goes
without saying my English is, while not entirely equivalent to that of a
native speaker, at a high level of proficiency. That said, my studies
will always take priority over everything else because, to me, there’s
nothing which is more of importance - friends, hobbies and leisure time
included. This is also why it will take a while for me to get back to
you on a consistent basis, but I’ll try my best regardless. When I’m not
studying or working on projects for my apprenticeship, I read. I’m not
exaggerating when I describe myself as a voracious reader with an
unquenchable thirst to spend my days reading, expanding my vocabulary,
and boosting my creativity in the process. Now, out of the explored
genres, I must profess I don’t really have any preferences except for
YA. It’s no longer my cup of tea. I’m likewise interested in video
games. My favorite one would probably have to be The Witcher, seeing as I
fell in love with Yennefer just like Geralt did. Incidentally, I
roleplay on tumblr, meaning I’ve got characters of my own whom I utilize
to write with others - in summary. Other video games include but aren’t
limited to: Persona 5, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, InFamous, Bioshock,
Skyrim, Life is strange. Every now and then I even sit down to enjoy the
occasional anime, my favorite one being Fullmetal Alchemist
Preferences: Naturally, I’d prefer not to correspond
with somebody who’s significantly younger than myself. However, anyone
between the ages of 19 to 28 is would suit my criteria just fine. Also,
I’m not looking for romance, so as long as you don’t have any ulterior
motives, I’d be more than happy to write to you.