When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
What is an act of kindness you have never forgotten?
What is a childhood quirk you never grew out of?
What is your favorite drink?
What is your biggest pet peeve?
Do you have any phobias?
What is your favorite flower?
If you were a main character in a romance book/movie/show, what tropes would you want associated with you?
Do you have any recurring dreams? What are they?
What would be your death row/last meal? (no limits)
hi hi alice ! - Sol
What was your first ship/OTP?
Charisk ( Undertale ) , i think ? Chara was my first ever f/o !!
Do you talk to yourself? How often?
not out loud, but i talk to myself mentally all the time . . in discord server threads ( which everyone Watches but don't talk in, often . smiles . yay ! the little captives >_< )
When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A clinical psychologist since fifth grade. Shocker. My ambitions have changed a bit, though I remain rooted in academia ( psychology ), now with the addition of policy and data science. Among others.
What is an act of kindness you have never forgotten?
Kindness is too often diaphanous, in my case; an ephemeral pollen slipping through the interstices of the mental web. ( I am asked to recall the sun, but it is the eclipse that brands the retina. ) A lonely way to go about the world, I reckon, to perceive every approaching creature as a harbinger of tearing winds. And every stranger beside you is also a sanctuary of remembered hurts, starving for the very grace they find so difficult to retain.
In such epoch of senescence and captured sorrows, I cannot put into words my gratitude for the amnesty of bearing witness, and a greater one for Confrontation ! Neither unsolicited salvation ( of which I am disinterested in giving or receiving; though many have taken me for a savior or a God. All transient play, really ) or the demand that I spare them discomfort. For me, Confrontation is the only path forward for Reconciliation and Truth ( re : told in love to restore a relationship, not to win an argument. )
As the ancient law dictates, a sound conception must penetrate the next cell of reality, let it do so not with timid reverence, but with the shock of arrival. A breaching of perimeter, fire of an equal force, accepting no simulacrum but the totality of my very being. Videlicet : Meet me as I am, or I will make you.
What is a childhood quirk you never grew out of?
Validating the over-sympathized "emotions" of inanimate objects ( e.g., saying "ouch" to acknowledge the table's hurt after bumping into it, even though it didn't hurt me at all. )
What is your favorite drink?
Vietnamese ( coconut ) coffee, or chai latte with 2 shots of expresso + cold foam + strawberry purée !
What is your biggest pet peeve?
People interrupting me while I am speaking.
Do you have any phobias?
Not necessarily, though I am of a profoundly skittish nature, daunted by all manner of things, humans or otherwise. Exceptionally skilled at masking it, though.
What is your favorite flower?
Primrose !
I have also one with a special connection to both my nationality & being : Hoa sen, or lotus ! A mirror of the thousand-petaled Sahasrara, matrix of light. The ascending mind transmutes the mire of existence into the nectar of awakening. Yet to many uninitiated eyes, everything that I am is assumed to be a happenstance of nature. I had thought it was common sense, though, that a soul is bound to bleed into the dark long ere it merited the right to bear the sun.
If you were a main character in a romance book/movie/show, what tropes would you want associated with you?
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat ; the Martyr ( Dark Messiah ) + Stepford Smiler + Faux Affably Evil; Hurt/Comfort ; "I would burn the world for you" + mutual obsession ; Together in Death / Murder Suicide ; Captivity / Kidnapping ; Folie à Deux ( shared madness ? ) ; Corruption / Morality Downgrade ; Hannibal Lecture ; [insert] ( induced ) ; Murder Husbands ; Toxic Codependency + Forced Dependency ; Morally Grey to Straight-Up Evil ; Cannibalistic Romance ( Metaphorical AND Literal ! ) ; Munchausen by Proxy ; Brainwashing ; Sadism ( duh ) ; God Is Evil (But Loves You) ; Blasphemy / Desecration ; et cetera.
Do you have any recurring dreams? What are they?
A dream in which my mother drove a moped with me in the back, and she dropped me off at a Vietnamese bodega at night before taking off without me.
What would be your death row/last meal? (no limits)
Vietnamese purple yam soup with caramelized pork belly. Or maybe bánh canh ? Or hủ tiếu. Along with Vietnamese coffee, and the indisputable entirety of my beloved playmate's flesh.
If death should claim me without him, his wrath would surely tear my corpse asunder. To spare us both that grief, wouldn't it be a mercy to claim their life beforehand ? To keep them whole, and mine, forever ? My only sorrow is the lingering fear that when his final breath is drawn, I would not be their final butcher. I do not think the law would let a death row inmate commit homicide. Though I am unfamiliar with other countries' operations, the overarching institutional regulations where I currently study universally forbid requests that involve biohazards or the infliction of harm upon another individual. Not to mention that most jurisdictions confine final meal preparations exclusively to ingredients already available within the institution's standard culinary inventory.
Yet, what weighs one more transgression upon the ledger of the living? I should find a means, unquestionably.
⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ it was just supposed to be another average night for kyungri, but somehow she ended up getting dragged to this gig that was lasting for a lot longer than she thought it would. throughout the evening, although it wasn't something she'd admit out loud, her eyes lingered on the bassist of the band---hoped that she hadn't noticed, but overall was drowning so much in her work that her eyes were glued to her phone screen in the back of the venue for half of the time. by the time the show was over, kyungri's friend was still lingering in the club, socializing with what seemed to be every person in that building. she needed a break and stepped outside to sip on the leftover iced americano she had, legs swinging off the stairs she was sat on. not noticing someone standing behind her, once she finally turned around and gasped, placing a hand over her heart. "you're almost as talented at sneaking up on strangers as you are at playing bass." / @fadinglights
wow. really wonder who this big client who does cross-border commerce and has got pulled into a huge lawsuit for unspecified reasons, with an inclination to dote on and shower others with gifts , is. i’m so curious guys
there is a lack of safety here. in the town she's lived in since she was born, and a town alice most likely would never leave. this fact left her wide open to the only threat she'd ever known. malcolm used to live here, he knows where alice sleeps, where she goes ( there's not that many places to go, around here ), where she worked. he knows she works with kids, that she lives alone. he knows that she bartends at the checkerboard on weekends, and he knows all of her weaknesses. as much as alice liked to say she could handle herself, she couldn't say she wasn't afraid. nervous, that he'd come back for her. he'd nearly beaten her to death the last time she saw him. she has a right to be anxious. 'if it wasn't really him that i saw, i'm gonna feel so stupid. and bad, for dragging you out here,' hands slide into the back pockets of her jeans, glancing up at antonin with a shrug. 'appreciate it, though. feels better knowing someone's on my side, y'know?' @frightes.
she’s not used to it, anymore. rough and unwanted touches were given to alice for such a long time that she unlearned all the love charles had given her when they were no older than sixteen. he can tell, too ; that much alice could see. and hidden shame washed over her whenever she accidentally flinched away and then played it off with laughter. tonight, they sit at a table in the checkerboard bar, the woman sitting close next to charles, their knees touching as she took a sip of beer. the weekend called for the small town to join in on the night’s fesitivies, despite those festivities always being the same. ‘ oh my god — i love this song! ’ drink is sent down the hatch before she’s grabbing for the man’s hand and all but yanking him onto the small dance floor. ‘ c’mon, charlie, i know you still got it! ’ @contrariian , sc.
who’s hooking up with who ? and who do you think should be hooking up instead?
well , call me kooky but i think adrian and alice have something going on ?? and it wouldn’t surprise me if we found out flynn had a little side piece ... but i’ve got my eyes on taron and lisa’s late night “ work “ ; and i definitely see some todd & ren flirtation on the horizon ?? only time will tell ! ( @wcnderstrck, @wcnderlnd, @dashingrogueflynn, @dcylght, @falsegds, @guardianofbears, @xsomnias )
