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Camila really did miss Staten Island, but she would be lying if being back in Columbus wasn’t without its benefits. The first was obviously being back in the old neighborhood with all of the usual hangout spots, her friends she left behind (which currently extended to only Ludvig), and the familiar stench of the Columbus air. She might’ve had fresh air from the sea on the Island, but nothing quite compared to the nostalgia of musky inner-city fumes, or at least Camila was weirdly fond of.

Another benefit was sitting in front of her, drinking the last of her drink from Taco Bell. Camila was feeling all sorts of thoughts and none of them were so dominant as the butterflies swirling around in her stomach the moment she saw Aria. Her long legs, the goldilocks aesthetic, those blue eyes that rendered a confident Camila helpless. Every sign that pointed towards everything all her wet dreams could cook up in a perfect scenario and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. No matter how incredible the attraction was, Camila had to resist herself. It was the forbidden fruit in the garden that she could not eat regardless of how tempting she was.

“It’s true Columbus isn’t New York, but I have missed this place,” she admitted, smiling at the blonde. “I didn’t really get to experience the city life that much. I lived at Staten Island for the better part of the past couple of years.” Camila crossed her left leg over the other, eyes casually falling on Aria’s. “I love the Island, but Columbus is home. It’s not the best at times, but it’s where I feel the most welcome.” Her voice had a hopeful tone and she took a glance around her. “What about you, Aria? Were you born here as well?”
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Think of it this way: if you don't say anything to them, they'll just assume you're good with whatever.

Regardless what it is, be it something that's happening in a roleplay, plot direction, or your own mental health, if you don't communicate with whomever you're writing with (group or otherwise), there's no way for them to know what you want to do. So yes, the best thing to do is be honest about where your head is at. If they aren't going anywhere and are plenty invested in the story you guys have, they'll wait as long as you need to regroup. And if they're not, then better to end the writing partnership before it gets too toxic.


An @Altered Tundra & @spooner Collaboration Post featuring Ludvig & Camila


Ludvig yawned widely as he walked out of his front door, thankfully his father had already left for work so he could avoid the endless request for him to try out for the football team. For some reason, his dad had not let his dream of having a football star as a son go. Even though Ludvig had as much athletic prowess as a blind sloth.

He quickly glanced at his watch and saw that it was only 07:10. Meaning he had time to go get coffee. He threw his backpack in the backseat as he started the car before driving in the direction of his best friend’s house. On the way over he stopped by the coffee house where he had worked just 7 hours before. After popping in and ordering a muffin and a cappuccino to go he soon arrived at the DeLuca residence. Putting the car into park, Ludvig pulled his phone out to send a text to let Camila know he was waiting outside.



“First day of school back in Columbus,” Camila muttered as she remained hidden from the outside world. Her blankets covered the majority of her body, though part of her auburn hair caught the sunlight from her bedroom window.

She had been awake for some time now. Whether excitement to see all of the friends she had left behind, as well as those who she didn’t know yet, or if it was anxiety taking root, filling her mind with thoughts about scenarios that might not even happen. Whether it was the approaching dread she felt in the pit of her stomach or the sense of nostalgia sprouting, Camila wasn’t exactly sure nor was she ready to hop out of bed.

She kept glancing at her phone, using it as the sole reason for her not being up and about. Truth was, she definitely was nervous. It was a strange feeling for her but one that she found herself experiencing often. Ever since she had moved away from Columbus and had to settle into new surroundings in Staten Island, she’s always felt nervous about new locations. Of course, she loved being back home. She wasn’t in her old home, but she was near it and she was near Ludvig again. Plus, some of her older friends that maintained contact with her.

So it wasn’t like she had any reason to feel like this, yet as she sighed, scrolling through her InstaFeed and seeing all of her friends from Staten Island posting about their Junior year, even tagging her, saying they missed her and wished she was still in New York with them, she was feeling conflicted.

“Rise and shine, Camila!”

Her father came bursting into her room, door slamming open, blanket swiftly pulled off her bed, and exposing a sixteen-year-old whose eyes hadn’t adjusted to the forced light in her eyes and she closed them immediately.

“Dad! What gives!?” She complained to him, eyes still closed.

“C’mon Camila! It’s your first day of school back! You can’t be late, not when you spent so much time with Ludvig!”

She sighed. This wasn’t how she wanted to start the day, but it couldn’t be helped. “Ugh, fine.”

“Very good!” Stephen smiled at a still sleepy Camila. He turned around and walked towards the door of her bedroom, but then he stopped halfway out. “So get ready. Breakfast will be ready soon!”

“Yes sir!” She gave him a sarcastic salute and propped herself up. Camila knew she had to push whatever uneasy thoughts were on her mind out. Regardless of what was on her mind or how she was feeling, she knew that she had to put on the bravest face she had and remain optimistic. She was capable of doing that much.

For the next twenty minutes, she showered, brushed her hair to perfection, and picked out an outfit. Her mindset had changed and her mood was back at its usual focused, centered self. Just as well because she was faced with probably the biggest decision of her life: what to wear.

First impressions were everything to her. While it was a fact that some of those at Rosefell wouldn’t care nor would it be their first time seeing her, it’s been over three years since anyone last saw her (save for Ludvig). Back then, she was a flat-chested ginger who was a little too nice and somewhat shy, but now she’s different. She has more confidence than she did when she last lived in Columbus and was a little more sure of herself in a lot of ways.

So, while some might think this to be not important and a little minuscule to other important issues in the world, Camila DeLuca was trying her damndest to decide what route to go for her first-day outfit. “Should I wear pants? It’s not that hot outside, so maybe I could get away with it.” She held up a pair of red, half-leather pants to see if she was feeling it. A moment later, she shook her head, putting it back in the closet. “Maybe a leopard print skirt?” Looking at it, she shook her head again. “I just don’t know!”

She ran her hands through her auburn locks, screaming mildly, though the panic was anything but.

A few minutes later, she received a text from Ludvig and he said he was outside. “Oh that’s perfect timing!” She smiled and ran out of her room with her robe on. She heard her father complain about how she wasn’t dressed -- which she ignored for the time being -- and ran to the door, gesturing Ludvig in.

“Camila Violet! Why aren’t you dressed?”

Oh great, there he went using the middle name.

Cami rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry daddy, Ludvig is just going to help me with something and I’ll be ready. Promise!”

“Oh fine, but hurry it up! Your breakfast is getting cold and you’ll be late if you don’t make it fast!”

“Yes, I know, Dad! She rolled her eyes as she saw Ludvig walk up to the door and she opened it for him.

The blond boy squinted up at the house as he got out of the car and slowly made his way towards the open front door. He plastered on a smile as he had learned to do as of lately “Good morning Mr. DeLuca, how are you, sir?” Ludvig greeted as he offered a small short wave.

Stephen smiled at the young man. “As well as one can be in the morning.” Stephen sized up Ludvig and half-chuckled to himself. “Are you excited for the new school year, Ludvig?

“Yes sir. As excited as one could be I guess…” he offered a small thin-lipped smile. Excited was the last thing Ludvig was feeling about going back to school, but at least he would get to go back with Camila by his side.

Stephen laughed, appreciating Ludvig’s sense of humor, though he saw his daughter desperately wanting to get Ludvig away from him, so he nodded, allowing the two teens to go to her room. “Remember, the school won’t wait for you two slackers!” He joked mildly as they left for her room.

A small chuckle escaped the tall boy as Camila dragged him upstairs towards her room, eyes widening when he saw the clothes spread out on her bed. “Well…” he began. “I see you’re having a hard time deciding what to wear for your grand entrance to Rosefell.” He turned to look at her with an amused face. “Uhm let’s put this in the… no pile.” he said picking up a heinous leopard print skirt. “You’re not a 40-year-old lady are you?” he turned and grinned at her. “What are your other choices?”

She laughed, though couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at his reaction to her 80s throwback. “That was for a costume party before I left the Island. I just couldn’t bring myself to part with it.” She sighed, her mind briefly reflecting on that party. A moment later, she would hang it up and return to the three choices that had her scatterbrain this morning. “So I’m equally divided between this white blouse with this multi-colored mini-skirt, my red jacket with a black blouse and red pants outfit, and.” She paused, pulling out another outfit that had a spaghetti strap top and black pants. “There’s also this one,” she sighed. Her indecisiveness was gonna be the death of her.

Ludvig cocked his head to one side biting his lip in thought “Well… is it cheesy that we kind of match if you wear that?” he said pointing at the white top and skirt combo. He turned to her and wiggled his eyebrows “You know walking in together and all?”

“You have a point there.”

“I always do” he pondered.

Camila was half-deep in thought, her eyes dividing their attention between Ludvig and what he had on and the outfit she found herself being drawn to the more she looked at it. It wasn’t before long that the redheaded girl was fixating on just that one outfit. Given it was too hot outside for that much polyester, so as stylish as it was, her red-on-black-on-red one would have to go back into the closet and the same could be said for the one she had just pulled out.

Nodding in approval, she smiled at Ludvig. “Then it’s decided! We’re gonna walk into Rosefell, matching and in style!” She grinned at her best friend, slipping off her robe, unveiling her undergarments.

“And I do have to s-” he started to say as he turned around seeing his long-time friend in her underwear. He cleared his throat and shuffled around a little. They had known each other for so long and it had never been anything but platonic between them but still, Ludvig was still a bit awkward seeing someone he has known for eleven years in just a bra and panties.

She wouldn’t do anything to cover up, though she found it amusing how quickly Ludvig tensed up as soon as her robe came off. She shrugged it off and slipped on her skirt as it slid up her legs. It was a little tighter than she remembered. “I’ll have to get this refitted when I get the chance,” she noted aloud, reaching for her blouse, though she caught Ludvig’s glance. “Sorry, is this too much of Camila for you?” She giggled.

It took the boy a moment to regain his composure and he shook his head to center himself. “Maybe just a bit… Just put the shirt on Cami!” he laughed looking at his watch “Crap! We need to book it if we want to be on time!” he said gesturing for his best friend to speed up.

Shit

She panicked. As much as she wanted to keep teasing him, the Good Lord was telling her it was time to move along. So she quickly put on her blouse, which just like the skirt was a little tight on her. It was supposed to come down to just above her waistline, but due to the size of her bust, it was a few inches of Waistline City. She wanted to complain about it, but again, pressed for time.

She stood in front of the mirror in her room, making sure everything was aligned perfectly. She grabbed a hair tie from her nightstand and put up her hair in a neat ponytail. She made sure it was perfect. “Well, how does it look?” She asked Ludvig, desperately seeking his approval.

He was almost halfway out of her bedroom door when he turned around and surveyed Camila. A warm fond smile lit up his face “You look perfect.” he said grabbing her arm dragging her out of her room.

“Yeah that’s what I thought so too,” she muttered under her breath and her face gleamed with a bright smile. She quickly picked up her school bag and purse from her bed, grabbed her circular sunglasses with a golden rim, and followed Ludvig out of her room. “All righty, let's be on our way. Daddy’s probably gonna be mad that I didn’t eat breakfast, though.” she had just a mild worry. He worked so hard on it, so she couldn’t help but show some concern.

“I have a muffin in the car, you can have it!” Ludvig said as they got down the stairs. He turned his head and yelled into the house “Have a good day Mr. DeLuca!” before he bounded down the porch stairs and headed over to his car and unlocking it.

“But I made breakfast with all the fixings!” Stephen whined, looking at a halfway-out-the-door Camila.

“I’m sorry daddy! Time got away from me. I’ll make it up to you after school! I promise!” She blew a kiss at him and followed Ludvig’s suit, getting into the passenger side of Ludvig’s green Volvo station wagon. “So many memories in this car...” She commented fondly, leaning back into the worn-out cushion of the seat.

“Yeah… I can still remember when grandpa bought it for me.” he paused a moment. It was still too painful to think about his grandparents so he caught himself before he spiraled downwards as he usually did nowadays. A small sniff and a nervous smile later they were on their way towards school. “So you nervous coming back? Have you told anyone besides me that you’re back?” he asked drumming nervously on the steering wheel trying to change the subject from him almost crying a few moments ago.

She saw that he was desperate for a topic change, so she happily would oblige with very little hesitation. “No, you’re the only one. I mean, I’m not trying to keep my return a secret. Anyone who follows me on Insta knows I’m back. I’ve just been so swallowed in getting reused to Columbus and unpacking, that I haven’t had the time to reach out to anyone. I doubt they’d recognize me if they saw me.” Camila tried not to ramble on, but maybe she was a little nervous but that wasn’t the only thing she was feeling right now.

She lamented on just everything, trying to find the right feeling. “Nervous isn’t the word I would use, though. I’m excited to see who will recognize me but also, I’m worried nobody would. I don’t know if you remember since we kept in constant contact since I left, but I was pretty flat when I left,” she laughed, remember the summer she left was when she blossomed like a beautiful, busty butterfly.

A scoff left the boy as he gave Camila a quick side glance before returning to the road. “Yeah well, most of the people have changed since middle school babe. And besides, if they don’t remember you we’ll just have to make sure they notice you know.” He said as he pulled into an empty parking spot. He turned his car off and pulled the keys out and pocketed them before turning to face Camila. “I’m really happy your back…” he sighed before pulling his friend into a warm embrace.

She clung onto him for dear life, enjoying the tight embrace for as long as she possibly could. “I’m happy too! I’ve missed you and Columbus, even if it’s the same, dirty town as always!” She laughed, finally releasing Ludvig after a long minute.

As she got out, grabbing her bag from the backseat, something -- or rather the lack of somethings -- caught her immediate attention. “Lud, I think we’re a little late. There’s hardly anyone around.” She surveyed the parking lot and saw all of the various cars.
“Huh?” he asked as he retrieved his backpack straightening up looking around.

Suddenly, a voice came from the intercom.

"Attention all Rosefell Juniors' and Seniors'. Please report for your mandatory welcome back assembly in the auditorium at eight-thirty sharp. Thank you. That will be all."

When they finished, she looked to Ludvig. “Say, Lud, what time is it right now?” She asked him.

Rolling his eyes he checked his watch “It’s… eight, ten. We have some time!” he said putting an arm around his friend as they walked together towards the main building. Looking around he saw some of their fellow students milling about. Coming closer he spotted his fellow blonde Aria sitting alone at one of the red picnic tables. “Good morning Aria! Breakfast of champs again I see!” he smiled eyeing the TacoBell wrappers strewn about the table as he sat down he gestured to Camila to do the same. “Aria, this is my good friend Camila! She just moved back from New York!”

Upon seeing Aria, Camila’s heart had nearly sunk at how drop-dead gorgeous she was. Of course, she couldn’t let anyone know that, so she put on the bravest, fake smile she had. She had to or else the obvious attraction she felt towards the blonde would be seen as such. “Hey, nice to meet you, Aria!” Camila smiled politely at the blonde.


So, I was curious about the evolution of my writing from the past 4 years, so I did an experiment. I put in one chapter from all four of my WIPS from the years 2016 through 2019. My results were ...interesting, to say the least.

2016: Agatha Christie
2017: Anne Rice
2018: Anne Rice
2019: Agatha Christie

Guess I'm part of the Anne Rice club too.
Budapest — George Ezra — Wanted on Voyage
Runaway Girl — Radio Wolf (feat. Parallels) — Rock 'N' Roll Forever
I'll Never Love Again (From "A Star Is Born) — Nick Pitera — I'll Never Love Again (From "A Star is Born")
Dorks — Aesop Rock — The Impossible Kid
Not a Damn Thing Changed — Lukas Graham — 3 (The Purple Album)
Everybody Loves Me — OneRepublic — Waking Up
Vindicated — Dashboard Confessional — Dusk and Summer
The Three of Us — Streetlight Manifesto — The Hands that Thieve
Lovers — Timecop1983 (feat. SEAWAVES) — Lovers Part I
Thoughts of Choice — Dream Shore — Thoughts of Choice



Phillip Ward soared through the air, high vibrations emitting from his hands and his body as he suspended himself into the air, giving him complete control of his movements and how fast he went upward. While most probably saw the opportunity to arrive with their parents or from some kind of transportation, his approach wasn’t just preferable for him, but it allowed him to really get a feel for the climate. The air was getting thinner, though that wasn’t anything he hadn’t been taught.

Training simulations were a regular occurrence at the Lighthouse. With the advanced technology given to them by both Stark Industries and Leopold’s very own creation, Phillip was able to get the most out of training with his mother as he could. Most of the training sessions they had were grounded, but every so often, she rewarded him for doing so well by letting him test out his flying capabilities. Sometimes, though obviously not during every session, she would join him and prove to him time and time again just how ahead her abilities were when compared to his. Still, he impressed her with how far he came before leaving the lighthouse.

Which was to say, just five hours ago, his dearest mother bid her goodbyes to him as he had flown his way up from the Lighthouse to Mobius Academy. It took him a while and had to rely on a jetpack he borrowed just in case he needed it.

As he pushed through some obvious straining in his body, Phil saw the monstrosity that was Mobius Academy. The thing was a literal floating city. Even when his folks decided he would attend this academy, he thought it was all talk about it being a gargantuan helicarrier. That maybe those who were hyping up -- like Tony Stark, for one -- had just said all of that as part of the sale’s pitch, but after a few minutes of pressing through pain, all became clear.

“Holy shit, they weren’t kidding--” Phil was interrupted and felt a wave of some strange energy pass by him, zipping through the air a lot faster than he ever could.

He glanced ahead, narrowing his eyes and only saw blonde hair and some kind of rainbow aura. It was strange, but he had to focus on himself right now. There was no way he could keep up his speed if he lost focus.

Phil emitted vibrations -- or at least he tried to. He felt them but they weren’t pushing him anywhere. Instead, he was free-falling and fast. The high speed around him made it difficult for the young man to press the center button on his chest that activated the jetpack’s burst speed. He almost had it at one point, but the air around him caused him to whip around.

“Just need to…”

He was five hundred yards from the ground. If he didn’t get his hand on the button, he faced certain doom.

“Four hundred yards..”

And presto!

His hand slammed on the red button and immediately a large pulse of air shot from the bottom of the pack and sent Phil flying at Mach 3 speeds. As wind aggressively passed through his face and sent the teen flying through the air at such a high velocity that before he even realized it, Phillip had not only made it to Mobius but he flew right past it.

“No, I need to go the other way!”

He tried to jerk the controls to steer him towards the floating city, but something in the mechanics weren’t responding to his physical actions, so he had to fly solo.

As he ejected himself from the jetpack and was back-first to the city. He saw the jetpack’s autopilot mode activated, which he was kicking himself over not using. It seemed to be flying in the direction of the Lighthouse. Phil knew he was gonna hear it from Uncle Fitz and his mother whenever they visited. But that wasn’t what he needed to concern himself with. He was currently free-falling to the city.

Phillip turned himself around. As he did, he tried to see if the vibrations were listening to him and they were. “Awesome!” He smiled and emitted vibrations from around him and centered them in his feet and arms.

As he extended all of his limbs, his body was now like a human parachute that would allow him to control the speed of his descension. Several feet at a time and he was inching closer to a grass area, which he only assumed was the fields. He carefully increased, then decreased, the vibrations so he could land somewhat gracefully, but then he saw a familiar sight.

“Oh, it’s the rainbow girl again,” he noted, cocking a smirk. “Change of plans!”

He switched trajectories. Phillip now had his arms and legs close to him and was flying over the girl... Well, not over her per se but higher than she was but he was behind her. He saw she noticed him and she smiled. Soon the two began a game of cat and mouse, which had them circling around the field as both were having the time of their lives.

And then came a realization of disbelief on both of their faces. Their powers cut off at the same time and while five feet above the ground. They clashed like a moving train would with an immovable force. Their heads were the first to clash and their bodies met and soon they were on the ground with the petite blonde on top of him. Both were in pain and both had no idea what just happened, but they both exploded into laughter.

“Damn girl! You’re fast!” Phil grinned, holding his head. He was starting to feel the effects of his recklessness.

“Says the dude taking control of the vibrations. You have a handle on your powers, don’t you?” The blonde asked him, smiling kindly at him.

Phillip offered her a shrug, bobbing his head to the side to see if anything was broken. When he deduced it was all fine (minus the killer headache), he nodded to himself. The blonde got off of him and she did the same thing he did.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He watched her closely. “I’m Phil, by the way. Phillip Ward!” He extended his hand out.

He waited for her to reach out, but to his surprise, he soon found out that the little blonde girl was more of a hugger than a hand-shaker. The way she grabbed onto him tightly, arms wrapped around his neck, her legs dangling in the air as their bodies met for the second time in a single day, Phillip had to admit he was surprised. He never met anyone who greeted another in such a friendly, if not somewhat unusual, manner.

She released him and smiled back at his confused face. “I’m Janet Lucasta, but my friends call me Lulu!”

Lucasta, huh? That was a name that Phillip had heard a lot of. The famous Lucasta Family was rather infamous, especially to those of Shield. Their dealings with Hydra, regardless of how great the cover-up, they were no match for his family. Still, Phillip wasn’t expecting this girl to be one of them. She didn’t look it and certainly didn’t seem like she had any evil thoughts. The worst thing he could say about her was how personal space seemed like a foreign concept to her.

“Nice name, Lulu! Why were you flying so fast, though?” He asked the girl.

She suddenly turned a 180 and appeared bashful, her cheeks flaring up to a slight red. “I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I guess I just wanted to see how fast I could go.” She shrugged again.

Phil raised an eyebrow at her, growing more curious and intrigued by her the more time he spent talking to her. “Well, I guess some things are better left to the sky, huh?”

As she nodded, the two got up and decided to walk the rest of the way, which was nice because it gave Phil and Lulu the chance to take in the sights. From the greenland of the fields and to the inner-cities, it was truly a marvel and that was saying something given where he grew up at.

The stroll was nice, but as they made it to the place of entry where they were supposed to be, despite being a little late -- well, late wasn’t exactly the right word for it. Phil knew they were so late that someone’s baby probably was given some defects by now. Regardless, at least they left the names of where they were supposed to go and who they had for roommates.

“It seems as though this is where we depart, Lu.” Phil was known for stating the obvious.

She giggled, “I suppose it is, huh?” She looked at the board briefly and saw there was someone’s name beside her’s. “Morgan Lebeau?” She asked herself, scratching her head.

“Seems like you better ask Morie that yourself,” he suggested, nudging her in the shoulder.

“And you have someone mysterious too. Anton Rasputin.”

Phil mirrored her and scratched his head. “Must be a Russian guy. I’ll try not and blame his country for hacking our elections!” Bad joke aside, this was where they parted ways.




Mention Anton and Alex @Sly13 @pandapolio

After he retrieved his keycard, Phillip spent the better part of the hour trying and find the B dorm building, whatever the hell that meant. With the campus being as spacious and a bit larger than he thought it needed to be, finding exactly where it was proved to be quite difficult. So he would cheat just a little. Phil concentrated the vibrations into his feet to add a spring to his step and he kept doing this as he scaled the buildings, which brought him just the right amount of great fortune and perfect timing. He saw the dorm buildings and he had to assume they were in alphabetical order, which means the one he needed to be at was the second from the left.

And like the makeshift rabbit he had become, Phillip lept as his life depended on it, easily cutting the time it would have taken to get to the dorm building by nearly all of it. As he landed, he did so near the entrance and he walked right on in like the badass he saw himself as in his head.

He waltzed in, waving to those in the common room and looked for some kind of guide to where the rooms were. “Aha! That’s where I need to be." Phil waved to all who he passed by. Some probably thought he looked like an idiot and maybe he did, but he was a cool idiot, damn it!

A few minutes were spent strolling through the common room. As soon as he stepped foot inside, confusion set in. He couldn’t tell which one was the dude with the Russian name. He closely looked at both men, trying to remember exactly what most Russians look like. Sadly, he hadn’t spent that much time studying them. Phillip never really learned anything about Russia aside from how they made some grade-A vodka that his father was a fan of.

“So, which one of you is Anton Rasputin?” He asked both well-built young men. Compared to them, he was a fucking stick.



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