this is a blog i made specifically for our life: now and forever, because i'm very fixated on the game and i want to try being more involved in the fandom! to... varying degrees of success, probably. consequence of being an introvert.
anyway, i also dabble in writing. i'll be posting up what i work on or maybe sharing ideas when inspiration strikes.
thanks for reading!
(quick note — if i follow you or like your posts, it will likely be from my main page. this is a secondary blog! i also have a higher chance of following if you primarily do our life content.)
my stuff so far:
- catch me if i fall (qiu lin x reader) | intended to be long. multi-chap. soulmates.
- my surly run mc! click for step 1 info | his tag is #mc — angelo costa
So happy to see that people like my headcanons!! I thought I might as well share some more, so they're under the cut! If anyone has any suggestions I'd love to hear them bc I want to write more and maybe even get into fic writing, but the prompts are escaping me. Also!! this is set around Step 2 and that timespan.
Qiu Lin
definitely makes some sort of contact if you’re okay with touch, probably a hand on the shoulder
OR sits by your side along the wall, and lays their head on your shoulder while you vent
Definitely down to give a hug if necessary. For someone so done with everything, it's surprisingly warm and gentle.
Also the type to just let you vent everything out and crack a joke when you’re done yo cheer you up
Will absolutely talk shit if it’s about a specific person, they’re ready
Would suggest going somewhere like the park or the forest for a change of scenery, sometimes that helps them
Feels so so so bad if they see you cry, they're panicking a little bit inside since they're not used to comforting others these days
10/10 for effort, they're trying their best to help you even if they aren't sure what to do
Tamarack Baumann
ready to give you a Whole bear hug about it, if you’re okay with that much contact
You can even smell the floral perfume Dorothea sprays around their house lingering on her clothes, its one of the best hugs you ever get
genuinely tries to pour all of her love (platonic or not) for you into the hug
The type to offer advice unless you make it clear you just need to vent
Holds your hands and plays with your fingers as you explain and/or laces her fingers with yours
Offers an activity to distract you, like scrapbooking or baking
100% makes you a cup of tea or whatever drink you prefer
Won’t talk shit but she WILL glare if she sees the person irl
You can genuinely see the sadness on her face in response to seeing you sad
She really wants to fix whatever is making you upset, and it upsets her even more when there's nothing she can do
10/10 for effort AND results, you'll feel better in no time with her
Step 1 + Step 2. F!reader. X reader rewrite of a rewrite. Halloween Boy, or Joey, is the kid mentioned in the Colorful Class sneak peek on the GB Patch youtube channel.
Since you were younger, you’d been fascinated with a world of fantasy—imagined you’d go on a quest to lands unknown. Your arrival to Golden Grove was one of the practical sort. Mom got a promotion at work and off to Oregon you’d went. An adventure’s an adventure though, no matter the practicality that surrounds it.
This includes slumber parties.
You splay your limbs against the grass of the Baumann family backyard with a happy hum.
It’s only the two of you. Qiu had his own arrangements for after-school fair—a sleepover invite of his own extended by Halloween Boy. Those were the perks of being popular, you suppose. Qiu is in constant demand.
“Girls!” Granny peeks her head through the kitchen window, “you’ve got thirty minutes ‘til dinner!”
“Okay!” You call at the same time Tamarack says, “Okay, Omi!”
Looking back at you, Tamarack beams. Neither of you had been invited to this special slumber party, so it made sense to throw your own. “Maybe Omi will let us stargaze after.”
“If she doesn’t, we can sneak out when she sleeps.” The two of you share matching expressions of mischief at the thought. Is it really a slumber party if there isn’t? Not that you had many in your life before moving to Golden Grove to make the comparison. Movies are really your only insight into the childhood ritual. Moving from apartment to apartment, it left little time to connect with kids enough to be invited to one. You’d never been a fan favorite enough in any of your previous classes for it in the first place.
That much hadn’t changed in Golden Grove.
Yours and Tamarack is a similar problem—too.
Too loud. Too much.
Or maybe they’re just boring. You're pretty sure they’re just boring and your best friend would agree. It’s only been a month or so since you and your mother moved to this mountainous town in Oregon, but it has always felt like you’ve known Tamarack Baumann your entire life.
She’d tossed a paper airplane at your shoulder and the trajectory of your life changed forever.
A glint of gold pulls you from your thoughts. You’d been in the middle of digging around for mushrooms when Granny made her announcement and you realize she haven’t continued since. “Nyla,” Tamarack cocks her head. She’s set aside her haul of pretty stones and mushrooms in favor of furrowing her brows in concern. Your chest warms despite the cold. “You okay?” There’s hardly a quiet moment between you with how much you both talk.
“Did you know I can hold stars in my hand?” You say suddenly and Tamarack blinks at the sudden declaration.
“Really?” Tamarack leans. “You can?!” Her red eyes widened, cheeks puffed in a smile of surprise.
You grins with a nod, “uh huh!” You scoot closer across the leaf-dappled ground. “I’ve never shown you before but I can.”
It’s the second part that really gets Tamarack excited, bouncing on her knees like she can’t contain it. “Show me! I wanna see you hold a star!”
If you were like Mrs. Murray or Qiu, you’d hum to draw out the suspense. Pretend to hem and haw before doing exactly what you already planned. But you aren’t. You’re buzzing with too much energy to even try. “Alright.” You shuffle to sit directly in front of Tamarack. “But you have to close your eyes first.”
Giggling, Tamarack squeezes her eyes shut.
It’s nothing for you to cup Tamarack’s fluffy locks in your hands. You have met a lot of people in your 10 years of living.
Some of them had cranberry hair like Mom. Some of them had red hair like Mrs. Murray. Some had dark brown, orange, pink, purple or even peach. None of them ever had hair that sparkled—Tamarack is the first and only.
It’s amazing.
“Tada!”
Tamarack opens her eyes and a series of expressions pass over her face from anticipation to confusion. “Where are the stars?”
Tamarack giggles, “That’s my hair!” Contrast to her usual movements, the way Tamarack shakes head is careful. You watch in amazement how the natural occurring shimmer never fades, moving like glinting sun on waves of gamboge. “That’s not a star!”
It’s hard to breathe as Tamarack’s apple-red eyes look up at you, just as dazzling as the sparkling strands that frame them. Still you stand firm. “Nope.” The ‘p’ pops against your lips in a mirthful-variety of stubborn. Seldom is there a topic the two of you disagree on, this will simply have to be an exception.
Soon evening will fall over Golden Grove. The sun will set beneath the horizon and the town will drape her shoulders with a star-dusted shawl and it will be evident to all that the stars above rest upon a crown of gold on Tamarack’s head. It never has to be a specific time of day to see them.
Tamarack Baumann is the prettiest girl in town, and probably the entire world too. Magic. She’s made of magic. You’ve known that since day you met underneath a rainfall of leaves in the middle of the forest. This was truth in its purest form even if you knew half of the child-aged population of Golden Grove would be keen to disagree.
You wiggle your fingers and marvels at every individual speckle.
That’s okay, you think. I’ll think it enough to make up for it.
—
It’s four years later and it’s the first day of school—or, it had been. It’s been a couple hours since the school day ended and you and Tamarack are leaning against the stone edge of the bridge. A final adventure before the day ended and you were forced to retire for the night by rules imposed on you by your respective families.
Your neck aches as you look back at the skies and you give it a break. The milky way is crystal clear. Something to do with a lack of light pollution, Tamarack told you. As a man of science, it’s a factoid that would make Mr. Murray proud.
Tamarack has stars of her own—their glow may be faint in the low light their cellphones and the moon above provides, but still they shine. They’re from her mother, you learned over their years of knowing the girl next door. Not that you ever had a chance to see it with how often Dr. Nichole Baumann dyed her hair.
That makes Tamarack’s all the more special.
It takes a moment before Tamarack realizes your eyes aren’t on the skies above. Her eyebrows knit for a heartbeat, concern flashing over her face—then her expression relaxes as if recalling your words in front of the Diner Place. If you were upset, you’d tell her. So Tamarack smiles, soft. “What’s got your mind so preoccupied?”
“Nothing,” you murmur with a lazy smile. “Just stargazing.”
Step 1 + Step 2. Rewrite of an old fic. Halloween Boy, or Joey, is the kid mentioned in the Colorful Class sneak peek on the GB Patch youtube channel.
Since she was younger, Nyla had been fascinated with a world of fantasy—imagined she’d go on a quest to lands unknown. Her arrival to Golden Grove was one of the practical sort. Mom got a promotion at work and off to Oregon they’d went. An adventure’s an adventure though, no matter the practicality that surrounds it.
This includes slumber parties.
Nyla splays her limbs against the grass of the Baumann family backyard with a happy hum.
It’s only the two of them. Qiu had his own arrangements for after-school fair—a sleepover invite of his own extended by Halloween Boy. Those were the perks of being popular, Nyla supposes. Qiu is in constant demand.
“Girls!” Granny peeks her head through the kitchen window, “you’ve got thirty minutes ‘til dinner!”
“Okay!” Nyla calls at the same time Tamarack says, “Okay, Omi!”
Looking back at her, Tamarack beams. Neither of them had been invited to this special slumber party, so it made sense to throw their own. “Maybe Omi will let us stargaze after.”
“If she doesn’t, we can sneak out when she sleeps.” The two of them share matching expressions of mischief at the thought. Is it really a slumber party if there isn’t? Not that Nyla had many in her life before moving to Golden Grove to make the comparison. Movies are really her only insight into the childhood ritual. Moving from apartment to apartment, it left little time to connect with kids enough to be invited to one. She’d never been a fan favorite enough in any of her previous classes for it in the first place.
That much hadn’t changed in Golden Grove.
Hers and Tamarack is a similar problem—too.
Too loud. Too much.
Or maybe they’re just boring. Nyla’s pretty sure they’re just boring and her best friend would agree. It’s only been a month or so since Nyla and her mother moved to this mountainous town in Oregon, but it has always felt like she’s known Tamarack Baumann her entire life.
She’d tossed a paper airplane at Nyla’s shoulder and the trajectory of Nyla’s life changed forever.
A glint of gold pulls Nyla from her thoughts. They’d been in the middle of digging around for mushrooms when Granny made her announcement and Nyla realizes she hasn’t continued since. “Nyla,” Tamarack cocks her head. She’s set aside her haul of pretty stones and mushrooms in favor of furrowing her brows in concern. Nyla’s chest warms despite the cold. “You okay?” There’s hardly a quiet moment between them with how much they talk.
“Did you know I can hold stars in my hand?” Nyla says suddenly and Tamarack blinks at the sudden declaration.
“Really?” Tamarack leans. “You can?!” Her red eyes widened, cheeks puffed in a smile of surprise.
Nyla grins with a nod, “uh huh!” She scoots closer across the leaf-dappled ground. “I’ve never shown you before but I can.”
It’s the second part that really gets Tamarack excited, bouncing on her knees like she can’t contain it. “Show me! I wanna see you hold a star!”
If Nyla were like Mrs. Murray or Qiu, she’d hum to draw out the suspense. Pretend to hem and haw before doing exactly what she already planned. But she’s isn’t. She’s buzzing with too much energy to even try. “Alright.” Nyla shuffles to sit directly in front of Tamarack. “But you have to close your eyes first.”
Giggling, Tamarack squeezes her eyes shut.
It’s nothing for Nyla to cup Tamarack’s fluffy locks in her hands. Nyla has met a lot of people in her 10 years of living.
Some of them had cranberry hair like Mom. Some of them had red hair like Mrs. Murray. Some had dark brown, orange, pink, purple or even peach. None of them ever had hair that sparkled—Tamarack is the first and only.
It’s amazing.
“Tada!”
Tamarack opens her eyes and a series of expressions pass over her face from anticipation to confusion. “Where are the stars?”
Tamarack giggles, “That’s my hair, Nyla!” Contrast to her usual movements, the way Tamarack shakes head is careful. Nyla watches in amazement how the natural occurring shimmer never fades, moving like glinting sun on waves of gamboge. “That’s not a star!”
It’s hard to breathe as Tamarack’s apple-red eyes look up at her, just as dazzling as the sparkling strands that frame them. Still Nyla stands firm. “Nope.” The ‘p’ pops against Nyla’s lips in a mirthful-variety of stubborn. Seldom is there a topic the two of them disagree on, this will simply have to be an exception.
Soon evening will fall over Golden Grove. The sun will set beneath the horizon and the town will drape her shoulders with a star-dusted shawl and it will be evident to all that the stars above rest upon a crown of gold on Tamarack’s head. It never has to be a specific time of day to see them.
Tamarack Baumann is the prettiest girl in town, and probably the entire world too. Magic. She’s made of magic. Nyla’s known that since day they met underneath a rainfall of leaves in the middle of the forest. This was truth in its purest form even if Nyla knew half of the child-aged population of Golden Grove would be keen to disagree.
Nyla wiggles her fingers and marvels at every individual speckle.
That’s okay, Nyla thinks. I’ll think it enough to make up for it.
—
It’s four years later and it’s the first day of school—or, it had been. It’s been a couple hours since the school day ended and Nyla and Tamarack are leaning against the stone edge of the bridge. A final adventure before the day ended and they were forced to retire for the night by rules imposed on them by their respective families.
Nyla’s neck aches as she looks back at the skies and she gives it a break. The milky way is crystal clear. Something to do with a lack of light pollution, Tamarack told her. As a man of science, it’s a factoid that would make Mr. Murray proud.
Tamarack has stars of her own—their glow may be faint in the low light their cellphones and the moon above provides, but still they shine. They’re from her mother, Nyla learned over their years of knowing the girl next door. Not that Nyla ever had a chance to see it with how often Dr. Nichole Baumann dyed her hair.
That makes Tamarack’s all the more special.
It takes a moment before Tamarack realizes Nyla’s eyes aren’t on the skies above. Her eyebrows knit for a heartbeat, concern flashing over her face—then her expression relaxes as if recalling Nyla’s words in front of the Diner Place. If Nyla were upset, she’d tell her. So Tamarack smiles, soft. “What’s got your mind so preoccupied?”
“Nothing,” Nyla murmurs with a lazy smile. “Just stargazing.”
