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What's your fashion sense and style like? How do you do your hair? How do you like to dress?
I'm really fond of classic styles, often with features like high collars, smooth textures, sharp structured forms, flouncy sleeves, tight shirt cuffs, and ribbing, sometimes. I own multiple pairs of dark, short and tall boots, most of them black. Also, I prefer earrings and rings over necklaces or bracelets. I like "static" jewelry over what I call "motion" jewelry, which dangles and clinks noisily—it doesn't stay put, and thus, can distract me.
I'm drawn toward the dark academia aesthetic, but I don't like beige or any browns in most cases, so I tend to wear colder black, white, greys, and blues, and some other colors. I'm not the most well-versed in fashion, but I've done a little research and apparently, I love "jewel tones."
And because I feel like I have to specify at this point: no, those decisions were (mostly) not because of Rafal. There is another, equally silly or improbable reason.
Blue was already my favorite color at some point, but that sort of cemented when, probably, in the seventh grade or so, I read the Divergent series. I will fully admit that I am a coward, so I related more to the Erudite, partly-corrupt academics that wore blue, than the Dauntless, daredevils in black, very similar archetype as the Nevers in SGE, but even more rollicking and hedonistic. There's even a trope that could be dangerous, if it were misinterpreted by audiences and carried over into their real life belief systems.
The main bone I have to pick with that series, even if I love(d) it, is why do the "smart ones" always have to be the villains? I'm thankful for byronic heroes and the modern anti-hero—thank you commercial fiction! It's given people who identify with archetypes like those a more variegated landscape of morally-grey characters to relate to. Regardless, I did a search and the answer to the villainy question is American anti-intellectualism. Which, to save us time, no comment... for now.
Back to the point—I looked up the "blue enhances intellectual performance" message in the trilogy and apparently, it was founded on real-world studies around test performance! And it turned out that red has the opposite effect on the mind. It is not calming, can raise your heart rate, and could make you more avoidant of easy questions while taking a test, and that's why I have very little red in my wardrobe. And I'm not particularly superstitious, and have largely grown out of it, but I did have a phase during which I refused to wear red if I had a test at school.
During everyday life, I dress much more casually, in regular, often solid-colored shirts, sweaters, or jackets with high collars. I tend to like leggings and slacks more than jeans. Though, I got a black trench coat because detective fashion inspired me, and someday, I want to get a Shakespearean era top, like an actual doublet or jerkin, and dress up on Halloween or World Poetry Day, if I ever get the appropriate opportunity.
My current favorite shirt is probably this solid, brocade/damask-patterned, long-sleeved shirt in deep royal and midnight blues, and I've yet to find others like it. It was a gift from my music teacher because a friend gave it to her, and I guess she didn't like it that much, and decided to give it to me because I once complimented it. Very nice of her.
I don't usually have the occasion to dress up. Yet, in my opinion, the coolest shirt I've bought to date is a black, not-quite-a-poet's-shirt shirt with translucent sleeves. The sleeves are frilled and drape a little down at the cuffs. So far, I've only gotten the chance to wear it once, when I went on a humanities field trip to the opera. That made me feel so cool.
Furthermore, while I like crisp, elegant, muted, sleek, angular things usually, the inverse is also true: I don't like anything that screams "modernity," bulbous or platform shoes, or baggy silhouettes, at least, not on myself. I'm not a fan of sweatshirts, probably because of the modernity and because I don't like drawstrings or pullovers in general. So, most of my sweaters have zippers, buttons, or other closures—like, how inefficient (or really just bothersome, to me, as I can find a reason to complain about anything being inconvenient or not ideal) is it to have to pull off an article of clothing and have it end up inside-out?
I've wanted to learn to do my own makeup, but I haven't had the time lately, and generally speaking, I believe I'd have time for more deliberate fashion aside from just having ideas, only if I gave up something else, and that's not happening. Or, if I were able to plug into the wall and charge, instead of going through the motions of sleeping or eating—alas, the human species lacks that ability. It would be less work and thought, not having to eat but being able to choose when to. Though, I usually almost never sense hunger or dehydration, so that already "helps."
Oh right, since we're still on the topic of fashion, that reminds me: I never mentioned that the Rafal-has-duplicate-pairs-of socks-for-efficiency headcanon I wrote the other day was inspired by how I shop, haha.
What's left to answer? Well, my hair is one of the "problems" I have. I have long hair because I don't really like short haircuts, and it's straight and insanely oily. I should wash it possibly everyday or every other day, but literally, I don't have the time or the will to do so, and mostly tie it into a ponytail. Very infrequently, I curl it, but I don't have time for that either.
This was an entertaining one. Thanks for the ask.
A Safe Feeling - Eric Coulter
Eric x fem!reader
Warnings:
Word count: 1,402
Requested: Hi can you do a imagine where the reader is the daughter of Jeannie Matthew and she divergent and she in a relationship with eric and her best froend is four and later tris please and thank you - @rachelcarroll1819
Authors Note: Thank you for requesting!
Masterlist
Divergent Masterlist
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“Mathews!” Eric called out with a smirk as he saw Y/n exit the hallway near the dining hall.
“You know I have a first name.” Y/n turned around crossing her arms over her chest. Eric knew she hated her mom’s views and being called by her old last name. She’s not Erudite anymore.
Eric gave a nod as he walked over to her, standing in front of her. “Yeah, but that’s for more intimate-”
“Shut up.” Y/n giggled and slapped him on the bicep as Eric chuckled, moving his hands to her hips.
“Where are you off to?” Eric asked as Y/n moved her arms to wrap around his neck. Normally Eric didn’t like showing PDA, unless it was to show she was taken.
“Need to talk to Four about some stuff.” She answered, tilting her head. It wasn’t easy to have Four as a best friend and date Eric. But the two agreed to be sival for her sake.
“Divergent stuff?” Eric spoke quietly, so no one would hear around him. When she had first told him about being Divergent, Eric didn’t take it well at first but then he realized he didn’t care. He loves her anyway.
“Will you keep it down. You know it could get me killed.” Even though he was quite Y/n still was scared at any possibility of anyone knowing. Being Divergent is a death sentence.
Eric nodded as a sigh of apology, moving his right hand up and down her back to comfort her growing nerves. “Is it about the nightmares?”
Y/n nodded with a grimace. “They have to do with my fears and with what I am, he's the best to talk to about it. And he’s my friend.”
Eric rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek at his sight irritation. “Don’t remind me.”
“You're lucky I know what part of that you're referring to.” Y/n smirked, poking him in the chest.
“Oh, what part?” Eric played along, hoping to stall her a little longer.
“The Four part. He’s my best friend, has been since initiation and it bothers you like no other.” Y/n smirked a little, but in her defense she tried to hide it.
Eric shrugged. “I don’t like sharing.”
Y/n let out an amused soft laugh. “I’ve noticed.”
“You know I love you and I don’t care about the Divergent past, right?” He wanted to make sure she knew, he always made sure. Yeah he got annoyed that she’s friends with Four but her being Divergent? That doesn’t bother him.
y/n smiled. “I know. You always reassure me of that.”
Eric nodded. “And I’ll continue to.”
Y/n moved to leave his embrace, really needing to go see Four. “Love you.”
Eric pulled her into a rough kiss before letting go of her waist and back. “Love ya too.”
“I’ll see you later.” Y/n smiled at him turning around and heading off to figure her nightmare, fear problem out.
^ ^ ^
After about an hour Four and Y/n sat down, joined by Tris.
“The only thing I can think of is that your fears are changing.” Four stated leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“But how can I have less fears then when we first came here? How can they change?” Y/n wondered out loud confused. Shouldn’t she have more over time not less?
“I don’t know, Y/n.” Four wished he could give her an explanation, but he had nothing.
“Maybe its Eric.” Tris said, jumping into the conversation.
“Huh?” Y/n turned to her younger friend with confusion and curiosity. Four looked to Tris with a furrowed expression.
“Well he’s protective of you. He’d kill for you, so what if the feeling of protection he gives you is making some of your fears go away.” Tris explained what she meant.
“She has a good point.” Four looked at Y/n.
“Well that’s a development.” Y/n let out an amused puff of air.
“Bad?” Tris tilted her head, looking at her friend trying to see how she was feeling about this new ‘development’ as she called it.
“No.” Y/n shook her head.
“He’s been worried. You should tell him.” Four stated. He may not get along with Eric but he could tell how worried he’s been over Y/n’s situation. Eric could hide it well but Four could still see it.
“Yeah.” Y/n spoke, grabbing her jacket before standing up and heading towards the door. “Yeah, I’m gonna do that. See ya both tomorrow.”
Once Y/n left Four and Tris she headed to the training room, knowing that Eric was training the intaties today. It wasn’t hard to find him once entering the big room. He stood out.
“Hey handsome.” Y/n said as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso.
“Hey sexy.” He smirked, and as he expected her reaction was to slap him on his arm. It caused him to chuckle.
“Stop it.” Y/n laughed at his behavior. Always so different with her then around anyone else. “Can we talk?”\
“Yeah,” Eric was trying not to be worried. He turned his focus back to the intimates. “Intaites! We’re done for the day. Get out.”
After that they both headed to their shared apartment. They’d been sharing a living space since a little after they finished initiation. Once inside Eric shut the door behind them for privacy.
“So did you and Four figure out what's going on?” he asked and Y/n could see some concern in his eyes.
y/n nodded and licked her lips. “Yeah, about that.”
“What?” He asked gruffly.
Y/n went over and sat on their couch, Eric followed suit. “My nightmares have been odd. Like you knew and we found a few things out.” Y/n took a deep breath before continuing, looking him in the eyes. “I have less fears now. That’s why I keep reliving some of them. My nightmares seem to be the fears I still have.”
“How's this happening? Is it a Divergent thing?” Eric didn’t know much about Divergent. No one really did know anything about Divergents since they were killed on spot after being found out.
“No it’s not a Divergent thing.” She laughed lightly. Y/n leaned in and pulled him into a kiss. When she pulled away she told him. “Its a you thing.”
“Me?” Eric raised his brows in disbelief.
“Yup. You.” Y/n nodded in confirmation of his question.
“Can you explain?” he asked, still very confused. How is he the cause?
“Trus has this theory and Four and I agree with it.” Y/n scooted closer, grabbing his hands in hers. Smiling shyly up at him. “We think I’m having less face because you make me feel safe.”
“That's the goal.” Eric smirked proudly. That was the goal, to protect her. Make her feel safe. And he was relieved that nothing serious was wrong with her. “So many fears have you lost exactly?”
Y/n laughed in amusement towards his reaction. “Cocky much?”
Eric pulled her by the hips to straddle his lap. “Hey, if I’m responsible…”
He two was amused, but this was because of different reasons.
“Thank you.” Y/n thanked her tattooed brute. With the look of confusion back in his eyes, she continued. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Not exactly. You couldn’t. But thanks anyway and for protecting me and making me feel safe in general.”
Eric placed a hand on the back of her head and stared directly in her eyes. “You're mine. No one will harm you on my watch.”
Y/n smiled brightly at his declaration. “Don’t tell my mom.”
Eric scoffed. “I don’t tell your mom shit.”
“That's one of the reasons I love you.” Y/n smirked, leaning her forehead against his.
Eric grabbed her, pulling her closer, holding her tighter in his grip as he kissed the column of her neck. “What are the other reasons?”
Y/n let out a moan as he continued to kiss and suck on her neck. “Well if we head over to the bedroom I could-”
“Done” Eric said, effictley cutting her off. He stood up and carried her to their bedroom. All the while Y/n laughed at his actions and looked forward to the night's activities.
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Mermay contribution! Never done anything like that online yet, but there's a first for everything. This creature is what I imagined would happen if a Slayer in their Shrike armor transformed into a mercreature that listed human features as (optional).
If you have no idea what I'm talking about, don't worry! A Shrike is a monster (aka: Behemoth) from an online rpg (I really hope I'm getting my video game terms right) called "Dauntless". You play as a Slayer in the Shattered Isles, a frontier of landmasses afloat in the atmosphere. You need to slay Behemoths, monsters that feed on Aether, which is powerful energy that keeps the islands together. If left unchecked, Behemoths would eventually consume the world. Every Behemoth you successfully slay will drop parts unique to their species, which you can use to craft armor and weapons.
I'm very fond of the Shrike, so I drew a Mer Shrike with some Shrike armor elements.
(If you're wondering about the medium, its a sandwich wrap paper and whatever pens I found lying around. Work was reeeeaaaallly slow that day lmao)
are you a fellow Dauntless Fan? loved the mershrike art BTW.
Yes, I love Dauntless and have played it for a little over a year now, enough to participate in last year's Unseen missions during Halloween at least!
Am I crazy for filling my head with a bunch of headcanons to explain the mechanics of the game and worldbuilding should they be translated to a story format? Or is thinking that Slayers using their gamer tags as their actual names in their world being normal totally out of pocket?
I'm glad you liked the art, thank you. 😊
Might consider dumping more interpretation lore for Dauntless later, if you wanna stick around long enough for that haha
Dauntless Drabble I Found In My Google Docs
The hunt was her life. It was everything. It ensured the Shattered Isles lived to thrive another day without fear of collapsing for good. Fragilehyena dedicated her life to being a Slayer despite it being one of the most dangerous professions she could’ve chosen. As the sun beat down on the back of her neck and her lungs heaved the air saturated with the stench of ancient forests, she threw herself to the side. A thorn-covered tail the width of a tree trunk phased though her with enough force to shatter boulders. But the split second of invulnerability saved her that fate. As the tail continued its path, the body attached to it sank its claws into the earth for purchase against the momentum’s force. Its head, stationary at the moment as it executed its tail attack, didn’t bother to hold back its near silent hiss of frustration at the miss.
Because she wasn’t blown back, she needed no recovery time before launching herself at the Behemoth’s head, proud antlers of dark teal branches with tips glowing of Aetheric power jutting from the mane of fur at its brow. As she slashed her sword with all the force she could muster, landing blow after blow, she had two thoughts on her mind. The first, she needed the Behemoth’s antlers and vinetooth broken from the head. The second, deal as much damage as possible while taking very little in turn. Focus on the head. Do not hold back. This island was not known for easy prey, only Slayers with recommended maximum skill were allowed to embark for valid reasons.
Even Fragilehyena, who was no stranger to her weapons, could not defeat any of the island’s Behemoths on her own. She followed the flow of the current hunting party already occupying it, contributing her skill to the pool and slaying each beast all that much faster. There was one purpose for her venture here, and that was to summon the bird of metal and flame. Its arrival was preceded by a flock of Shrikes, which she prioritized hunting for their Soulshards, a rare drop. Unfortunately, that summoning was an event that required the opening of valves scattered around the island. They couldn’t be opened without slaying the Behemoths guarding them.
Yet no matter how many hits she landed on the Behemoth, it would not die. Its health still pulsed strongly in its body despite the Danger Level reaching critical status. It was too late. A minute into the battle with the danger already so high, even the entire party on the island couldn’t defeat the Behemoth in time. A final swipe of its tail, this time landing square on Fragile’s chest to knock her several meters back, led to the Behemoth staring at the struggling team of Slayers one last time before drawing back like a bowstring and flying underground like a shot through a tangle of thorny vines. While Fragile stumbled to her feet, pain fading with a few powerful throbs, the tunnel of thorns disintegrated into Aether and mulch, leaving nothing but a patch of disturbed dirt as testament that a Behemoth was ever there.
While not the first failed hunt, it always stung just as badly. To put forth the effort and time to slay a great foe only for those tears and blood shed to be all for nothing? After a Behemoth escaped, there was no reward. No Rams, as little per slaying as they were. No parts, since the Behemoth lived. No recovering the health and items lost for that battle, nothing to make the sacrifice of resources worth it. The collective embarrassment shared among the party. ‘All my efforts to be a cool, experienced Slayer only to make a fool of myself? We hardly know each other, but my failure is a blemish for everyone to see.’
That Koshai was far from the first of its kind to be slain by Fragilehyena’s hand, so its escape made the salt in her wounded pride hurt all the more. The negative feelings only lingered long enough for Fragile to find and confront the next Behemoth. A Scorchstone Hellion bellowed, hard molten plates rippling in harsh scrapes along its back as its haunting yellow eyes seared into her own with their glow. Only one more valve to open before the fire bird could be summoned. She had to make this one count.
Behold! My OC! Ain't she adorable? Ah, don't consider this an official character sheet or anything, these are just sketches from memory with little to no references used. She is, in a few words, an original character born of the Slayer avatar I play as in Dauntless.
The gamertag is Fragilehyena, which I headcanon as her actual name in the Dauntless universe. In other universes, other stories, she goes by "Sky Slayer", as a homage to her origins.
Don't mind me, just letting everyone and my grandma know how proud I am of this piece, even if it's just a thought-out but unofficial Overblot form for my OC, Fragilehyena (or Sky Slayer).
I'm legit just messing around with several concepts for what could happen, how it would look, why it would look, and if you gave me permission, I'd yap like no tomorrow, sending a WALL of text including all my thoughts for every detail.
See, I'm not the best artist, so some of the aspects I'm trying to convey here need clarification (see: The glass blot jar in the Hand's palm and the ring surrounding it). But that doesn't stop me from being so, so happy with how it turned out.
i’m so excited for this!!!🥺
Dauntless Teaser
↳ Pairing : Yandere Dauntless born!Jungkook x Divergent!Reader
↳ Genres : Angst, smut, action, fluff, adventure
↳ Summary : There are five factions; Abnegation/Selflessness, Erudite/Intelligence, Dauntless/Bravery, Amity/Peacefulness, and Candor/Honesty. These five factions are the way of life, everything you’ve only ever known but what happens when the test fails you and you get caught in a web of lies. Trust the test they say, it’ll be okay they say, what happens when it’s not okay.
↳ Word count : 808
↳ A/N : In this story none of the divergent movies happened, this is like a clean slate. Hopefully you understand what I’m trying to say, also this is really short because it’s a teaser and not a preview or full chapter. Btw reader is dauntless biased and this takes place when the factions first kinda started.
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Your brother Jinyoung sighed, “Look [Name], it’s not hard to help people. I don’t know why you’re so hesitant.” You rolled your eyes listening to Jinyoung’s lecture
His lecture continued as you both walked to your aptitude test, “Are you even listening?” You looked up to your brother, “No, I’m not.” Jinyoung sighed and shook his head, “Whatever, I can never get anywhere with you, you’re so stubborn.”
“Come on Jinyoung we’re already here.” You and Jinyoung both stood in line patiently waiting for your turn. You looked over at candor to see a young man walking towards your faction; abnegation.
“You know, are you abnegation really selfless? I just wanna know because, it’s your fault we’re all getting less food.” The young man got into the face of the group of friends that were in front of you. “Of course, we help out the factionless, we don’t keep the food for ourselves.”
Youngmin as you know him didn’t meet the young man’s eyes. Youngmin is very shy and nonconfrontational but the young man decided to push Youngmin, who did nothing but answer his question.
The young man was just looking for a fight, you stepped up to say something but felt a grip on your wrist.
You meet Jinyoung’s eyes, “Don’t, we don’t get ourselves into situations where there is violence.” You wanted to bite your tongue but couldn’t help but say something to him. “We’re abnegation, right? Selfless, others before ourselves, right? That’s so stupid, why can’t I help Youngmin when he needs help?”
Jinyoung looked you in the eyes, “Stop, no violence [Name] we-,” Jinyoung was cut off when loud cheering was heard. You turned to Youngmin for a second and could see the young man who was bothering being dragged away by his friend.
You only take a small glance due to abnegation’s rules, the ones you grew up with. You turned back to see in awe as dauntless made an exciting entrance, staring is rude and against the rules but for right now you thought fuck it you have to continue staring at the faction that you always admired.
They loudly cheered as they all jumped off of the train, some fell but got up and ran to get in a line. There was one person that caught your eye, he made a superhero pose after he jumped.
He landed with his fist in the ground with one knee down and his other arm was raised behind him. His other knee was up it reminded you of ironman’s pose, a movie you saw before the war.
His smile was bright and he showed off his cute front teeth that looked big, you wondered why you couldn’t stop staring at him. He looked up and was met with your gaze.
He could feel his heartbeat pick up, his cheeks went flush and he quickly scrambled to stand up embarrassed you saw him being a nerd. When he saw you smile at him he completely lost it. “Jeon, you coming?!”
Jungkook could barely hear his friend as he hyped himself up in his head, come on Jeon, you’re dauntless, you’re not afraid of anything. Yes, he is dauntless, he is fearless but for some reason when he saw you he wasn’t fearless.
Your gaze made him feel something that he couldn’t pinpoint it made him feel shy and Jeon Jungkook is anything but shy, yeah Jungkook you got this nothing scares you.
The two of you just stared at each other for what seemed like forever until Jungkook’s feet actually started to work and he walked towards you. He took long confident strides, he held his head up high.
You on the hand were surprised when he came over and looked down. Aw, she’s shy. Jungkook internally cooed at how cute you looked. When Jungkook was finally next to you, you thanked god Jinyoung’s friend wanted to show him something and took him away.
“Hi I’m Jeon Jungkook.” He looked so confident but on the inside he was freaking out, his palms were sweating and he swore his heart was going to leap out of his chest from how fast it was beating.
All the fear and anxiety he had disappeared when you smiled at him and held out your hand for him to shake, “I’m Park [Name].” Jungkook had to wipe the sweat on his hands before touching your smaller one.
Your skin was soft and it was much smaller than his, he thought about how small and innocent you are, he has to protect you. He’s dauntless so he has to be the brave one.
Jungkook didn’t want to let go of your hand but reluctantly let go, he looked up to see your faction; abnegation. He looked back to you and gave you the sweetest smile, “I hope we see each other often.”
And that’s how it started.
Hello,
I was planning on writing a head cannon on what it would be like to be Jeanine Matthews assistant and at your choosing ceremony picking dauntless. However, I have a full plot line in my head that would be too long to be a head cannon. so would you that be something you all would be willing to read? (also I am thinking of giving the character a love interest at some point if I fully write the fic, so i would love to hear thoughts about that)
Some feedback would be lovely on this matter.
Curse me, pretty pls-
so currently i am reading insurgent (2nd book of divergent trilogy)... AND GUESS WHAT!! I GODAMN FUCKING GOOGLED WHETHER THE ENDING IS SATISFACTORY OR NOT AND FOUND OUT THAT TRIS DIED AND CHRISTINA GOESS OFF WITH TOBIAS!!
now i need to vent about it!!
(ok i am going to write a poem on the ending like i imagine)
But, like c'mmon!! Can y'all tell me? Is the ending worth it? WITHOUT ACTUALLY GIVING AWAY ANYMORE SPOILERS-
Edit: I actually like the ending... especially the epilogue
I FINALLY FOUND A GOOD DIVERGENT TOBIAS X TRIS FANFICTION WITH THE PERFECT ALT. ENDING ON AO3!!!!! (i mean although tris died, v. roth pretty much made it up with the epilogue.. but still..)
SO AM GONNA LINK IT HERE, IF ANYONE'S INTERESTED
This is NOT my work...