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∗ 20﹕ has your view of your muse changed while you’ve been writing them ? ∗ 21﹕ what is one thing you love about your muse , & one thing you dislike ?
∗ 20﹕ has your view of your muse changed while you’ve been writing them ?
i'm pretty sure i started writing mellie on and off while scandal was still on the air which is crazy ??? my opinion on her has always been a positive one but i do feel like writing/studying her on and off over the years and rewatching the show from beginning to end several times has helped me develop a better understanding of her overall !!!
∗ 21﹕ what is one thing you love about your muse, & one thing you dislike ?
first of all i have always loved how complex mellie's character is. if you watch scandal from beginning to end, it's like two different people from the pilot to the final episode. personality - wise, the resilience of her character is insane ━━ she's been through so much unspeakable tragedy and managed to claw her way back from it again and again. as for dislike ??? girlie can be stuck - up and judgmental on occasion ... we been knew ....
experience yourself prompts
∗ 11﹕ what is a headcanon you have for [ character ] that you haven’t posted ? ∗ 12﹕ do you prefer extensive plotting , or writing things on a whim ? ∗ 13﹕ if you could tell your muse something , what would it be ?
∗ 11﹕ what is a headcanon you have for [ character ] that you haven’t posted ?
i can't remember if i've mentioned this one but mellie isn't a dog person! not a pet person in general tbh ... i can't explain it but i know it to be true. also it hurts me
∗ 12﹕ do you prefer extensive plotting , or writing things on a whim ?
i would love to be a plotter but i am simply not ... i gotta sit and wing it. i love it when someone throws plot ideas at me but i cannot form them and so i shy away from liking plotting calls bc it feels unfair to my writing partner !!! i just have nothing in my head ever
∗ 13﹕ if you could tell your muse something , what would it be ?
u should be allowed to hit fitzgerald grant iii upside the head once a week for the rest of ur life
experience yourself prompts
the lift of her gaze, the subtle tilt of her head, the short beat of silence ━━ all followed by the hint of amusement playing in the smile that tugs at the corners of her lips. sure, as someone who has always clung to control, she'd been distrustful of him and his entourage ━━ maybe even difficult at first ━━ but it hadn't taken long for her to settle in. to realize how easy it was to put your faith in someone like rick. something about him is so reminiscent of the best parts of fitz ━━ his face, his knack for leadership, his heart. her tone is low, almost playful as she studies him with arms folded. " you think i'm dangerous? "
@va1keus : " you know, i've always been drawn to people who are dangerous. " ( from rick! )
like clockwork, mellie is there with a drink in both hands ━━ one for her, one for her troubled friend. kicking her shoes off, the commander in chief settles in on the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her. it can feel impossible, she remembers all too well ━━ spending your days trying to stave off every old white man with a senate seat from forcing their outdated beliefs on everyone else. the bastards. " gerri, trust me ━━ out of everyone i worked with in my time on the hill, you are the last person i am concerned about failing. "
@murkyhazed : "so many people look up to me. i can't let them down." from gerri uwu
a slow, lazy smile stretches across her face as she registers the remark half - awake. she certainly hopes that isn't his sole commentary on their shared experience in this bed, and if her memory serves ( given that there had only been a drink or two maximum involved ), it certainly shouldn't be. arching into a stretch, the politician bunches the covers around her bare body as she shoots him a playful glance. " all of me is cold. it's freezing in here. "
@mdell1n : " your feet are cold. "
drink in one hand, clipboard in the other, she paces back and forth across the presidential seal, drilling the many lines that will become her speech to the american people celebrating independence day tomorrow. a day of celebration for most, a long work day for the president of the united states. taking a drink, she murmurs the words aloud to herself, so immersed she nearly misses the sound of the door cracking open. night crew take over in ten. " night crew ━━ that late already? " she halts her back - and - forth trail across the rug, casts a surprised glance at the clock. " ah, no ━━ if there's a merciful god, i should be able to find my way to the residence in the next half hour. "
@vaultfrozen : " do you need anything, ma'am? night crew take over in ten. " he says that as if he is planning on leaving in ten, but they both know nate goes through the next shift with a fine tooth comb before he lets them have her. ( hiiii )
🚢 / for leo but if there's anyone else ur interested in go for it!!
🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.
send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.
do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon
would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no
type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts ( not 4 leo but i could lowkey see something like this w mateo maybe ............... ) | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits
tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship
would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in (as far as leo and mellie go we have the vibes DOWN...) | something in between ( what specifically? )
what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter >:)
anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: <3
Jaffe Road, Wan Chai, Hong Kong 9:46 PM, March 1978
“forgive yukching,” ho-yin says, “he doesn’t know how to present himself in front of women as beautiful as my family’s sunkwan, yet.”
his remark elicits a peal of laughter from his friends and a rosy warmth to seep into his younger sister’s fair cheeks. sunkwan nudges hoyin’s knee in a silent plea of please don’t embarrass me anymore, to which he responds with a slow, lazy smile. “and this, is my sister’s 好姐妹, heidi ng.”
“it’s so lovely to be able to meet musicians and artists from hong kong’s well-loved conservatory,” heidi drawls, buying herself just a few more moments to answer ho-yin’s question. i’ve been granted entry today is what she wants to say. “we both sang well and have high hopes of being selected by the company,” is what comes out, and the lie hurts. of the sixty-seven skilled singers who auditioned today, the company had given only her a contract. the rest of the results were to be announced in a week.
“congratulations, ladies!” ho-yin pours the newcomers a glass of whiskey each and bades them drink. sunkwan down her share swiftly, leaving only heidi to muse wistfully at her own. she regards the liquid with brevity—once, twice, thrice—before lifting and tipping the frosted glass to her lips.
a lady must never drink vodka, whiskey, or rum in the presence of strangers.
her glass returns to the cool surface of their table, empty.
wai-lam proceeds to light cigarettes for the newcomers, and for a moment, their group simply sits in a contemplative silence, smoking. “are you not going to take one, heidi?” sunkwan queries. “your father’s not here to nag you.” heidi looks up and peers at sunkwan, follows the tendrils of smoke that curl out from her slender fingers. her gaze flickers hesitantly between the two as if she’s trying to weigh her options.
as a child, her father taught her about public images and how the safest (and only) place for her quirks were deep inside of her. he taught her to trade play-time in sand pits for practicing cursive and authority for submission. she learned to retreat into herself in front of strangers and to grace them with charming smiles that she can never quite call her own, but how soon until your safe-home becomes a prison cell and your bed begins to grow manacles and chains for a spine? how long until you realize you don’t know where you start and where the image you’ve created for yourself ends? how long until you lose your identity altogether? she doesn’t like thinking about this because her answers always and only ever are: soon.
when the haze clears, heidi rises to her feet and with an imploring tug, gathers the coughing-fit boy beside her, yukching, to his unsteady soles as well. “i’d rather dance.”
“you’ll dance with me.” it’s not a question, it’s a statement. and softer, “won’t you?”
in this room, there are only friends, the light-hearted chatter and laughter that passes time between drinks and smokes, and a beginning she hopes is the real beginning.
father and his endless berating can wait until she returns home.
analyst
Obi, dear darling 💛
No Rest for the Weary
Fandom: Akagami no Shirayuki-hime Pairing: Hisame Lugis/Kiki Seiran Summary: With pressure from her father, Kiki’s been burning the candle at both ends, working too hard maintaining her duties with Prince Zen while getting up to speed on House Seiran matters. Hisame tries to curb Kiki’s workaholic tendencies before she works herself to exhaustion. Because sometimes hard workers can really benefit from a page in the book of a hedonist like Hisame. Words: 1,693
Read here!
A/N: Still on my mission to populate the HisaKiki tag on AO3. If you have any fic requests for HisaKiki send them my way and I'll do my best to get to them! AU prompts are perfectly fine, and you can send in an ask or DM me.
I hate what I’ve become, the nightmare’s just begun, I must confess I feel like a monster!
I’d do anything with you anywhere. Yeah, you got me in the palm of your hands, cuz I don’t dance......
“The irony of life is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces.” —Marie Lu
With you, I’d withstand all of hell to hold your hand....
Hold on, I still need you Come back, I still want you Let me take your hand, I’ll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still want you
