#:: Event; Amara's Birthday ::

[galaxofmuses]

❝ ... hi. ❞ maz stands uncomfortably at amara's doorstep. her mask is off, currently worn to the side of her head. she figured that if amara saw her girlfriend's face, all of this would be easier to process.

❝ i'm sorry i stopped responding to your emails, and missed that date we were suppose to have when you got back. i was kinda preoccupied with... uh, all of this— ❞ she gestures to herself. bright green eyes had been replaced with a foggy grey, and her already-pale skin was now in an eternal state of pallor mortis. the hedgehog looks like she belongs in a grave, and yet here she was. in maz's arms are a bouquet of otherworldly blue flowers, and a black gift basket tied with a bow. in the basket was a set of measuring spoons and cups, an assortment of small spice jars that were filled with herbs and spices grown in mazin village, and a necklace with a heart shaped pendent, the middle of the pendant sporting a jewel that seemed to shift unnaturally. 

❝ —but, i wanted to stop by, and wish you happy birthday. ❞ despite her straight-faced expression, maz's words come out more nervous than she would have liked. it's clear she's expecting the worst, in terms of amara's reaction.

// nikki maz has a birthday gift for amara! ヽ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ﾉ

Amara's Birthday! 9/23 // Always Accepting!

Out of all the people and mobians, Amara did not expect to see her girlfriend to visit her farm for her birthday. To see her lover's pale face, yet the expression is oh so familiar and then looking at the gifts and opening each thoughtful item one by one. Then as she stops to see the pendent which looks so precious and felt her eyes welled up in tears. Trying not to cry and not to regret that she could have done something sooner.

This isn't Nikki. Yet, The sentiment and love in each gift is there.

Trying to find the words to express herself, yet nothing came out of her mouth. With no other choice, she happily puts on the necklace as the jewel seems to continue to shift and approaches to Maz to embrace her with a big comforting hug and eventually kissing her on her cold lips. Oh she misses the shy warm kisses so much, yet at this moment Amara doesn't care. She really misses this so much.

She is learning to pass the grief and continuing to spread her passion and love to others. That is her goal and that's what matters.

Looking back at her adoringly as she usually does with her girlfriend. "Ni-Maz....Thank you. I-I never got to apologize from my reaction and Skyler has been on his own journey to figure out what is wrong with him and I.....I still love you no matter what."

"Thank you so much."

[starkwlkr]

you’re so vain | jenson button

through the decades masterlist

California 1972

The day you met Jenson Button was the day you swore you would never fall in love with, but of course his charming smile had convinced you. But then came the worst part, he had become someone else. If you looked up the definition of vain in the dictionary, a picture of Jenson would be there. Ever since he became the world champion, it was all he could talk about.

“Hey, lovely, why don’t you put down the pen and paper and let’s go drive around? I know the perfect place for you and me. Remember how you used to love driving with me?” Jenson said over the phone one day.

“I would rather die than ever go on a date with you again, Jenson Button.” And you ended the call. You weren’t sure how he even got your number in the first place, but one thing was for sure, you would never go on a date with him.

After dismissing your call with Jenson, you walked back to your recording booth where your band was. You had a melody stuck in your head for the past couple of days and you desperately wanted to write down lyrics for it, but nothing came up.

“Hey, Y/n! Some Button guy keeps calling the landline, says he wants to take you out to dinner.” The drummer of your band said as he entered the room.

“For fucks sake.” You sighed. “Tell him I’m not here, that I left the country or something.”

“Okay . . . ” The drummer, Brad, said confused but went with it. He walked back to the phone.

“Button guy? What’s that about?” The guitarist, Dave, asked.

“He’s a formula one driver, but he’s so egotistical! This one time we went to a party and he walks in like he’s on a yacht! I can’t believe I even went out with him. . .” You sighed.

“Aren’t all formula one drivers a little bit egotistical? Or this Button guy worse?” Brad came back. “He asked if you were writing a song about him and I hung up. Can’t believe you dated him.”

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned. “What’s worse is that we’re supposed to perform at his boss’s birthday party this weekend. He’s definitely going to be there.”

When you were with Jenson, his boss had asked you to perform at his birthday party and you being the kind person, you said yes. Now there was no way of getting out of it.

Brad then spoke. “Well if he wants a song written about him. . . I say you write one and you perform it at the party.”

It didn’t take you long to grab your journal and pen and start writing down lyrics. You had your new song finished it about three hours and spent the rest of the afternoon coming up with a melody with the band. Soon, Jenson Button would hear his song in front of thousands of people.

—

Jenson had arrived to the party as if he owned the place. He had a pretty woman by his side and a beer in his hand. He spotted his friends and greeted them.

“This beauty right here is . . .” Jenson truly couldn’t remember the woman’s name. Sarah? Linda? “Tell them your name, love, it sounds better when you say it cause of your accent. Music to my ears!”

“Amara, nice to meet you.” The woman said with a lovely Italian accent.

“How’d you meet each other?” Jenson’s friend asked.

“Met her in Saratoga.” Jenson replied. In reality, that was all he remembered. What was he doing in Saratoga? Who knows. . .

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention.” The host of the party and Jenson’s boss announced on the microphone. He stood on the stage with a bright smile. “First off, thank you for joining me and my family this evening. We’ve had a very successful year, thanks to our world champion, Jenson Button!”

A bright light shined on Jenson, who waved to the crowd, clearly loving the attention. Soon enough, Jenson wouldn’t like it at all.

“Now, for the main event, miss y/n l/n!”

You walked to the stage with total confidence. You wore your best dress and heels, ready to sing your heart out. The crowd cheered for you and the band, all but one. Jenson.

“Isn’t that the chick you were dating?” A friend whispered to him.

“Her name is y/n.” Jenson corrected.

“Well hello! You all look very lovely tonight. We are very happy to be here and I hope we all have a great time. So our first song is a new one, but feel free to dance.” You smiled at the crowd as your band started playing.

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht

Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot

Jenson watched as you sang beautifully. He had seen you perform many times before but this one felt different. Even his date was loving the new song. Amara bopped her head as you sang.

It wasn’t until the chorus that Jenson started to realize what was going on.

“You're so vain! You probably think this song is about you!” You sang as you looked at Jenson.

Of course she would do this, thought Jenson. He looked around and saw the crowd living the song. How could they enjoy it?

“I bet you think this song is about you. Don't you, don't you?”

As you continue singing, Jenson remembered the phone call he made several days ago.

“Is she writing a song about me? Oh, poor lovesick y/n can’t get over me.”

This was his song. Fuck.

Suddenly, the confident Jenson was nowhere to be seen. You took that confidence and stomped on it with your pretty little heels. For once in his life, Jenson hated being your muse.

[carcassamania]

hi! have a nice day! questions for amara

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

from [this] ask game  thanks for stopping by o/ 

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

amara is very private with her musical taste! as a person who tends to get lost in nir music, nim listens to music in private rather than in public! (<- fr, give her a some headphones and a phone + she will not hear you until her playlist is complete <33) 

when it comes to music taste, amara tends to cluster around indie/alternative music with a rather eclectic combination of indie pop, rock, and post-punk sounds :D 

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

!! okay so! amara is nigerian + was born in nigeria’s capitol: abuja!! (*note, her name is pronounced: AM-ara with the emphasize on the first syllable rather than the last syllable <33) nim does not live in nigeria anymore and spends most of nir time between italy + japan!! 

amara holds a special place in nir heart for nigeria. she lived there for quite some time before moving to italy + plans on visiting often but certain things make that a harder goal to accomplish than it should be like the mafia for example 

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

:0 oh that’s a lot– 

okay, so. 

amara’s birthday is Jan. 8th!! as of now, nim’s 22 years old!! this makes her tarot cards: death + the emperor!! that’s actually pretty interesting because death and the emperor are very opposing cards. death is often symbolic of change, the future, the minimal, and the intimate while the emperor is the present, the status quo, the passionate, and the ceremonial. however, the both share 1 thing in common: they abide to a power higher than themselves. death works in favor of the natural order and a king draws power from whatever has put them on the throne. 

in a way, because they’re complete opposites yet share a goal, death and the emperor balance each other out creates prosperity without stagnation and peace without tyranny. which, tbh, i think fits amara incredibly well!! 

nir ruling planet is saturn (<- nim is a capricorn!!) which is associated with order, responsibility, and tasks <33 <- and also describes nim super well??? + her corresponding ruling number is 8!!

The ruling number is a lil mixed– since it corresponds with saturn it does share associates with order and responsibility. But it also corresponds with somber and depressed personalities which amara absolutely isn’t. Nim is practical and responsible but not somber and melancholic. 

As for moon + sun signs: capricorn (sun) + scorpio (moon) <- i won’t go too deep into it cuz >.> 

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

amara is more planner than spontaneous but i can’t imagine nim is strictly a planner, y’know? nim very much prefers a good structure and will turn down fun but spontaneous events when nim already has a plan in place <33

[spnfanficpond]

Weekly Pond Newsletter!

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[revnah1406]

11,17 and 33 hehehehehe

(for the Ask Game)

APPL MY SWEET DEAR!! 🧡✨👑

Let's do it!!

11. Who leaves notes in the other one's lunch? (Bonus: What do they say?)

Both! So sometimes Amara is the one packing Sparrow's lunch, and viceversa. For example, if Sparrow doesn't have time to pack her lunch, Amara would gladly do it for her. And if Amara is feeling too lazy in the morning or she forgot to do it the night before, Sparrow would do it without hesitation. They would leave notes inside each other's lunch box.

When Sparrow leaves notes they would say something like.

"I tried my best! Have a nice lunch break, Mwah! <3"

"A little bird told me you craved pasta for quite some time. Bon appetit!"

"Start thinking of a good movie, I'm picking you up after work, love ya!"

(always with a small doodle of a sparrow and smiley faces)

And Amara's notes say something like:

"Remember to tell your brother about your father's surprise birthday party. Love you <3"

"The rice is a little bit overcooked, I got distracted sorry."

"The A/C is not working again, can you fix it when you get home pls? You're the best. I love you <3"

(this happens when Sparrow is working as a mechanic in Switzerland and she's not on a mission.)

17. Who is more competitive?

Amara. Definitely Amara. You don't want to play table games with her. Monopoly night? Sparrow is sleeping on the couch.

33. What is their wedding day like?

Oooh I love this one!! It would be a small ceremony with family and close friends. Outside with a beautiful landscape. A perfect weather in the beginning but maybe it rains in the end. Sparrow would definitely take Amara to dance under the rain while the others take cover inside. Not a very traditional wedding. Captain Hubber would officiate the marriage. Not really fancy food but VERY good food. And when the night arrives the real party starts. Music, drunk people dancing all over the place.

When the wedding comes to its end, Sparrow would take Amara to a quiet place. Maybe to see the stars together or just try to calm themselves after all that action and nerves from the wedding. Sparrow would thank Amara for staying with her and choosing her as her life partner. Ending the event with a tone of tender kisses and "I love you"s.

[loserchildhotpants]

4, 21 and 27 for Three Princes from the Ask Game ☆

skdfhjksjdhf hello friend!

4] What detail in Three Princes are you really proud of?

There are a lot of little details in Three Princes I'm really proud of! Mostly because they were 'mistakes' that I caught in time and then worked into the story.

So, because of the time period, I'd have to stop and re-evaluate basically every line I wrote, like 'does this make sense?? did [x] exist in 1912??' and most of the time, the answer was 'no' lol such as Dean's wrist watch - I wrote him as just wearing a wrist watch for a while bc I wanted to give him something that sort of personified his limited time to pursue his freedom, something on him that would be a constant reminder (and meaningful when it's on him versus when it's off and left in his room) - it was just gonna be a little easter egg (of which there are many in that fic), and then as I was writing, I was like '... wait did wrist watches exist? People only use pocket watches in the movie, I think' and i checked, and lo and behold, no, wrist watches for men did not exist at the time. Men used pocket watches, but wrist watches were a hot, new commodity for upper class ladies by 1912.

So, Dean likely wouldn't have one for himself, but it wasn't impossible that his mother wouldn't have had one in that universe based on the background I gave her, so i was like 'omg wait it can be a symbol for the limited time he has to let Cas rescue him, to rescue himself, but ALSO it can be a wink wink nudge nudge at him being queer, and the limited time he has to accept himself!'

There's lots of other little things; when picking character names, I chose Temesras for Amara by just researching what variations of the word 'darkness,' existed in proto-english, as a small easter egg to 'she's ancient, she's Thee Darkness,' and then there's Drozdov, which means 'blackbird' - an allusion to Cas' black wings/being a many feathered thing, but also of being something of a wounded outcast.

I had the Moon calendar for 1912 pulled up, there are details in that fic that no one will ever notice or care abt but *i* know skldhjf lmao

21] If you wrote a "missing scene" in Three Princes, what would it be?

The first thing that comes to mind is Sam and Rowena at the end (I'm gonna speak vaguely so as not to spoil it for anyone that hasn't read it yet) - the last scene w them is meant to spark doubt, in a way, bc you don't hear from either of them again, but that was a decision I'd made later on - there WAS a scene after Rowena leads Sam away, but I decided to cut it bc when it's Dean's POV, i wanted the reader to also feel sort of stressed out abt what Sam's fate ultimately had been. But the first 'missing scene' that comes to mind is that - in the chaos, out on the water, Sam and Rowena.

27] How long did it take to write Three Princes? Describe the process.

So, this was a long process! I first made the doc the day after my birthday last year, so October 24th 2022. I didn't start writing in it much until late November, though.

Now, @atomicteaparty really badly wanted a Titanic Destiel AU that was well-researched, and, bless her <3, she likes my writing and wanted it to be of that quality/voice. So, the process first started w me figuring out how much Real Life Event can I tastefully include without it feeling like... idk, like I was making light of a horrible tragedy, then how much of the movie's formula am I going to use, then how am I going to transmute the spn characters into OUR universe, into 1912, and make them recognizably themselves while still having completely different backstories.

I decided that no matter what I did w the real life event aspects, I wouldn't name real people. I don't begrudge folks that do that, i know it happened over a century ago, but something abt it for me personally felt icky, so i decided that ALL the characters i used had to be from spn or made up. Then I watched the movie. I watched the movie several times lmao and I saw that, the existing Titanic AUs for destiel always allot Cas as the Rose-insert, but I was like '... but Cas is the one that initially rescues DEAN! Dean should be the one trapped!' - I decided the suicide rescue was going to stay, and Dean would be my Rose-insert, but he'd still need to be *Dean.* And a young!Dean, too, this is pre-Stanford era Dean. This is early 20's Dean. So, not so hardened, but very disenchanted, loyal to his father - I built him a backstory that would make his personality make sense, and I kept key elements of his persona; he loves cars and car maintenance, he loves cowboys, he is v pretty and is aware of that, etc etc.

Tbh the hardest part of writing any of the characters was Dean. Dean, canonically, was raised by motel televisions - he's all pop-culture and quips. I had to allude to the 1912 equivalent of that, which is why I have him sing a song to himself (if you look up the song he sings when he has his first anxiety attack, you'll find that it was sort of the 1912 equivalent of being in the top 40 lol) and he calls Sam 'kid,' and you might notice that his formal language relaxes around Benny and Cas and Meg, like, once he's in the lower decks and he's allowed to be more himself, he uses lots of turns of phrases and is a little more crass or flirtatious, bc that's truer to who he actually is - so, he needed to use slang, but he also was not a complete street kid either, he's somewhere in between, and bc he really got to KNOW Mary before she died (bc in Three Princes, she dies when he's ~14), he's not AS hardened a soldier. He doesn't question John (at first), he's miserable like he is, and Mary's death still had to be the weight-bearing pillar that brings the whole castle down.

Making Dean still *sound* like Dean would sound in that time period was REALLY difficult. Lots of dialogue re-writes for that. Other than that, building Cas' backstory and making it make historical sense was the next biggest challenge. I needed him to be a soldier, but the only war that he would've possibly fought in was the Russian revolution, so Dean wasn't gonna be his first rebellion, which begged the question, what would Dean BE to him, then.

In the text of Titanic, the movie, Rose represents the upperclass, really, but the best of them - the well-intentioned, kind, unassuming/perhaps slightly ignorant be well-meaning upperclass, which Jack is the equal and opposite to; he represents all of the lower class, the less fortunate, the daring and selfish (by which i mean, he put pleasure before duty), the adventurous and free - which is why he's doomed to die.

I had to decide what Cas and Dean were going to personify here, so that the themes were clear, and then I needed to decide how Sam and Rowena would mirror that, so you could glean some foreshadowing abt what was to become of either couple by interactions had by both.

Ultimately, I decided that Dean personified Faith-In-People, while Cas personified Faith-In-The-Divine, and their narrative purposes would be to rekindle the missing faith in one another; Cas would restore Dean's faith in a higher power (which is why, ultimately, Dean is able to pray again), and Dean would restore Cas' faith in people.

Sam is Faith-In-Self, he's sure of what he wants, who he is, what he's capable of, that he understands everything he's seeing, and he's right! He's observant and self-assured, but he plays it safe; Rowena is his equal and opposite. She lacks faith in herself, she is NOT self-assured when they meet, but she plays the socialite game more dangerously. By the end, Rowena is self-assured, and Sam is humbled, but willing to play more dangerously.

Then ofc the dreaded time of picking a title skldjfhskf lmao strangely enough, this was one of the last Hard Decisions i needed to make; i had a few titles picked out, but i kept coming back to the conversation Cas carries at The Fancy Dinner, where he talks about the etymology of serendipity, which, ofc is a running theme throughout the fic. I decided on Three Princes bc, as Cas explains, in the original story, three princes keep finding things they weren't originally in search of - this is also why the POV switches are limited to Cas, Dean, and Sam (they're our three princes). Cas, Dean, and Sam operate as our unassuming princes that continue to find things they weren't originally in quest of.

Sam has simple, short-term goals; he wants to pet the fancy dogs, he wants to go on the tours, see the libraries - have an adventure. Dean is there to follow orders and do what he must as deemed by John. Cas has long-term goals to get to America, escape old demons, shake off his old life somehow and become someone new by virtue of being in a new place.

Sam instead finds a long-term goal; Rowena. He was just hanging out, having a good time, and then he sees a goddess walk in and is like 'oohhh the odds are NOT in my favor but i GOTTA.' Dean finds cause to deny orders and pursue his own happiness which was NOT in the script handed to him, and Cas experiences attraction and love for the first time completely unexpectedly, which ofc inherently changes him (something he acknowledges he's scared of, during the Friday Morning Breakfast he follows Dean to, when he first realizes he's Changing).

In the midst of writing Three Princes, my friend got really sick, so i flew out of state to help take care of her, and then ANOTHER friend had a crisis and i drove over multiple other states to fetch HER and get her to my other friend's place and keep everyone under the same roof where i could account for them lol launching two rescues was not a simple task, and it ate up 3 weeks i was SUPPOSED to be writing slkjdfhsjkdfh which is why the fic was MOSTLY completed by April 10th, when i started posting, but i couldn't finish editing and polishing before the 14th ; _ ; i lost nearly a month i had allotted for that sdkfjskdjh

And ofc the entire fic was beta'd by @pockypuck (Megh) who helped me keep everything tonally consistent, and historically accurate (to a degree, ofc, it's fic skdjhfkdsjf it's accurate enough that you'd have to be a REAL fuckin stickler to take issue w something in there).

I drafted the fic w Megh in bullet points, then inserted that into my Titanic AU Google Doc, used Outline Mode to keep track of everything, and just ran w it. So. This is an insanely long answer and tbh there's still even more that went into it skdfhskldhfd lmao it was a long process and it's a fic im ultimately really, really proud of so thank you so much for asking me abt it ; __ ; <3 it means so much to me!

asks for fic writers

[xprojectrpg]

This Day in X-Project - September 24

Emily Bright's birthday.

2015: Cecilia texts Wade to see if everything’s ready for Scott’s surprise party on Saturday. Wade e-mails everyone but Scott about his surprise party on Saturday. Amara makes a journal post about her disappointment in the lack of a girl’s soccer team. Alex finds a haunted inn to stay at with Lorna. Jean texts Scott for help with looking for at cars Saturday morning.

2016: Jubilee posts about a new crochet pattern. Maya posts about how she feels about homework. Laurie sends Doug an email with a sexy pic of herself. The Dulcet Sound of My Voice: Hope A. and Doug distribute the footage they made the night before. Hope A. makes plans to form an information network with Cara, CJ and Ian, then ends up sleeping with Ian and Cara.

2017: Cecilia sends an email to Wanda, Amanda and Haller offering to help and to act as an ear to talk to if they need it. Wade offers to take Gabriel drinking and to see what happens from there.

2018: Angel drops Sooraya off at the airport, and the two exchange their goodbyes. Hope A. gets to be boss at XFI for a week and lays down her rules.

2019:

2020: Operation: Crazy X-Girlfriend: Gabe reveals Kevin’s secret plan and that his tracker has gone off.

2021: Doug texts Marie-Ange to confirm his celibacy following the nanite event.

2022:

2023: Darcy shares the 'Pink Push Up Bra' music video on the journals.

[wastedtimcs]

Cher's Revenge

Dorian never imagined his night would turn out this way. He expected to have a quiet night to himself but that plan was quickly disrupted when he answered his door to see Daveed and a few other guys who he recognized worked for Cher. 

‘𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴.’ Confusion struck Dorian’s features at Daveed’s remark. He couldn’t even ask for clarification before the men started to push their way into his empty home. 

The pain he felt was so immense and like nothing he’d ever felt before. He tried to put up a fight but the odds were stacked against him from the start. 

His body fell to the floor and he laid there almost lifeless after the wooden bat connected with the back of his head. The kicks to his stomach and sides were barely felt as his whole body was numb with pain. 

‘𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩! 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥!’ Daveed sounded stressed as he saw Dorian’s body covered in blood and almost lifeless on the floor. He knelt down to check if the man was still alive. ‘𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘰.’ They were gone as quick as they came and Dorian was laying face down in the middle of his foyer.

After an eventful night of celebrating Chlöe’s birthday, Amara was excited to return home to Dorian. She had been staying at his place ever since their return from Paris, and the perks of having a key was something she quickly got used to. 

She decided not to drink as much as she planned; having to drive herself home and dropping off Chlöe who had to be escorted into hers. The drive was pretty long, and Amara didn’t waste any time exiting her car and approaching the front door. The key turned in the lock, and as she opened the door the woman expected to be greeted by Poseidon, who usually stood in the foyer waiting for her to enter. However, Amara was greeted with an image that made her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. 

There Dorian laid in the middle of the foyer, body lifeless, with blood covering his face and staining the marble floors. Amara didn’t know if he was breathing, and it only took her a few seconds to snap out of her frozen state to quickly approach him. “Oh my G—” dropping every item in her hand, the woman dropped to the floor and crawled over to her boyfriend.

“Dorian. . . Dorian!!” She called his name, each time her voice rose in fear. The closer she got to him, the more she realized how bad his condition was: His face was swolen, skin covered in blood. Quickly taking action, Amara cradled him in her arms hesitating to touch his face. “Dorian wake up, please!” The tears had already began to fall, her words fighting through helpless sobs.

𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙮? The question continuously repeated in her mind, along with the frightening thought of whether he was even alive.  She needed help quickly, waiting any longer for any signs of life wouldn’t benefit him. Amara quickly reached for her phone next to her, calling the ambulance in a frantic state. The emergency dispatcher on the other line spoke calmly, trying her best to collect as much information as she could while Amara yelled in complete distress. 

“Just fucking get them here!! I don’t know what happened, I don’t know if he’s breathing, there’s blood everywhere!” Her eyes shifted to the blood on her hands and clothing, coaxing her to tell the disaptcher to hurry up with sending help. Everything had been going so well for them. After reuniting and reviving their relationship, Amara would have never thought their little world would come crashing down around them yet again.

“I love you, baby. I’m right here... Please wake up!” Amara’s sobs continued, as the red and blue lights of the ambulance flashed through the wide open front door of the home.

It was three days later when he finally woke up. 

Eyes slowly opened to the bright florescent lights of the hospital room. Fear overcoming him as confusion clouded his brain. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗺 𝗜? 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁? The questions just kept coming until his eyes were fully open. He glanced around the room as he tried to sit up. 

“Ah!” His efforts were met with pain so he laid back down with a small groan. His right leg was slightly elevated and in a brace, his left arm was also in a sling. His head was bandaged and his face covered in various little cuts. He’d broken several ribs on each side of his body. It was safe to say that Cher really did keep her ‘promise’.

Amara hadn’t left Dorian’s side since the tragic incident. After he was taken to the hospital, she contacted his family, who all rushed out of their homes that night to see him. It was as if a dark cloud had fell over them, no one ever expected something like this to happen to Dorian. 

Amara remembered hushed conversations amongst his relatives on who could have harmed Dorian, and what their plan was to figure it out. However, Amara only focused on when her love would open his eyes.

It took 3 days. Amara had gotten the phonecall from the hospital that morning, informed on Dorian’s current health status. He was fully awake and talking. Unfortunately, when Amara asked if he mentioned her at all, the doctors failed to give her the answer she wanted. 

Quickly walking down the hospital halls, Amara’s stomach fluttered in anticipation to seeing Dorian again. She couldn’t wait to see him, talk to him, and most importantly take him back home with her. Quietly she stepped into his room, the nurse politely closing the door behind them for privacy. “Dorian.” She spoke softly as she approached his bed, a small smile on her lips as she saw him sitting up in bed. “I’m so happy you’re awake, baby.” She was on the verge of tears.

Dorian was thankful to the nurses who had come in to make him more comfortable once he woke up. They were patient with him as he questioned them relentlessly. He was still very confused and a little frightened when he didn’t remember how he’d ended up this hurt. He calmed down once they informed him that his girlfriend was on her way to see him. 

He was so excited to finally see a familiar face. Especially someone he loved. He hoped that she had the answers to all his questions because he surely didn’t and all of it was starting to make his head hurt. 

They finally helped him to sit up comfortably and got him some snacks to munch on as he awaited her arrival. ‘𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.’ His smile widening at the nurses confirmation of his girlfriends arrival. But it quickly began to diminish when he was left alone with a complete stranger.

“Um… I think you have the wrong room.” He was under the impression that his name wasn’t very popular but of course there had to be other ‘Dorian’s’ in the world. “I’m not your ‘Dorian’ or your ‘baby’.” 𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗻? 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻? “I don’t mean to be rude but I don’t know you.”

She was expecting his smile, his sweet words and compliments whenever he saw her, and most importantly how much he missed and loved her. Instead Amara was greeted with a confused Dorian staring back at her.

She watched as he attempted to move his restrained body away from her touch. For a second she thought he was joking, but the concerned and confused look in his eyes told something very differently. This clearly wasn’t the man she fell in love with. 

“What?… Dorian, it’s me.” She paused for a second to let it sink in for him. Nothing. ‘𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 ‘𝘿𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣’ 𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 ‘𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮’ Her heart could have shattered right then and there, an understatement to the feeling she felt in her chest at his words. He had no clue who she was, and she didn’t know what to do. Just as she opened her mouth to speak again, the door opened and his doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. ’𝘔𝘴. 𝘉𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.’ 

“What the hell is wrong with him?” She turned to his doctor in anger. No one had warned her about this over the phone. ‘𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘋𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.’ As if this situation couldn’t become any worse than it already was. Their relationship, trips, dates, romantic moments… they meant nothing now. Amara couldn’t control the tears that escaped. 

She turned to look at Dorian, love and sympathy in her eyes. She was devasted, how would she care for someone who suddenly knew nothing about her? ‘𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵.’

Dorian looked at her with furrowed brows as she continued to try and convince him, maybe even herself, that they knew each other. He shook his head and just as he was about to apologize again the doctor entered. 

𝗠𝘀. 𝗕𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆? Dorian did his best to listen in on their conversation but he could only pick out a few words here and there. He glanced around the room but eventually his eyes landed back on who he now knew as Ms. Bailey. He couldn’t deny that she was beautiful and he liked how fiery and passionate she was as she spoke to his doctor. He quickly shook his head to himself as if to wipe the ‘wrong’ thoughts from his head. 

“Is my girlfriend here yet?” Dorian voice broke through their conversation. “The nurses said that she was on her way.“ He looked to the doctor before glancing at the other woman. “Cataleya Moreno.”

𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙮𝙖 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚����𝙤, a name that haunted their relationship ever since she came back into the picture. It was the last thing Amara needed to hear today. How much of his memory was lost? Cataleya and Dorian hadn’t been together for over a year, if she was all he remembered at this point, only God knows how much memory the doctors had to recover.

‘𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘢?’ The doctor asked with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s his ex girlfriend.” Amara answered under her breath as she gazed at her lover. She couldn’t believe how much of a stranger she truly became to him. “Dorian… you and ‘Leya broke up over a year ago.” She corrected him, managing to keep her voice soft to not cause any panic. 

‘𝘋𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.’ Hearing the doctor talk to him only frustrated Amara more. He was sugarcoating his condition. ‘𝘞𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.’

‘𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐𝘧 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴’ Giving them a moment of pivacy, his doctor quietly left Dorian’s room. 

Amara stood next to his bed in silence, deep in thought as she tried to figure out what to say and do next. He had just woken up a few hours ago, and the last thing she wanted to do was stress him out with questions. “Umm… I— I know this is probably all weird to you right now, but when I came home the other night I saw you on the floor covered in blood. I don’t know what happened, or who did it to you but I thought you were dead.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. “Can you tell me the last thing you remember?” She locked her glossy eyes with his.

He felt as though his head was going to explode. This was a lot of information coming at him all at once. 

Him and his girlfriend were broken up? He had head trauma? He lost his memory? He was severely injured? 

He looked like a lost puppy as he tried his best to process everything as the doctor left the room. Amara’s voice broke him from his thoughts. 𝗔𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲. A moment passed before he shook his head. “I don’t remember anything. It’s all just vague flashes of me with my family and my girlfr— with Leya.” A look of sadness washed over his features. 

“You said… when you came home?” He questioned softly as he looked to her. “Do we live together? Are we… married?” Now it was his turn to ask questions and he had a lot of them. “What happened to Leya? Where’s my family?”

“No, no we’re not married.” She shook her head. The sadness in Dorian’s eyes broke Amara’s heart. She could only imagine how much of a hard time he was having at the moment. “Um, a few weeks ago you gave me a key to your place while we were in Paris.” She had hoped her explanation brought back something for him to reflect on. “You showed up there to surprise me while I was working.”

There weren’t any specific signs that showed he remembered any of it. Then, Dorian brought up Cataleya again. “I called your family to let them know you were awake, and they’re going to come see you once we get you home.” She didn’t know how to explain his current relationship with Leya, last time she checked the two weren’t on good terms.

“Leya… I’m not sure how she’s doing now, but you two haven’t spoken to eachother in a while.” She sighed heavily. “The last time we were all together, we were planning on telling her that we were dating and… things didn’t turn out well.” A part of Amara actually felt guilty, however she wasn’t sure why. The man in front of her wasn’t in love with her, but with his ex, and it almost felt like she was intruding.

He let out a soft sigh as he started to realize this wasn’t some weird dream that he’d wake up from. This was his new reality and he wasn’t sure what took place to get him to this place with this person. Amara. 

He felt horrible for her, she looked so sad and almost defeated. He wondered how they ended up together and what their relationship was like. Did he love her? Did she love him? Was it toxic at all? 

“I wanna go home.”

[awrote]

a busy childhood and adolescence left very little time to go online. silas was always going from one studio to the next, meetings and events piled up in the peak of his fame. everything died down after his twenty first birthday but then the critics began expressing their disappointment and disbelief. fall from grace. it became difficult to avoid the internet and the mean things complete strangers were saying about him. the assumptions hurt the most and threw him into a vexed frenzy. yes, he was rude, entitled and not the nicest actor in tinsel town but the things they made up, it was infuriating. "you're right. wasn't the whole concept based on finding useful information at the speed of light? now there's... the tide-pod challenge." he chuckles to himself before drawing in a deep breath.

this is his second chance of redemption or whatever. it needs to be perfect. amara can help in cleaning up his image, if only they got along. he listens on as she talks about her previous relationship. "smart choice. actors can be quite a handful." and artificial and phony. he doesn't remember the last time he ever dated outside of the business that wasn't meant for pr. what it means like to truly be in love with someone. he wonders if amara has ever felt that but opts out on asking. they aren't at that level where they can just share their dark pasts to each other. although, they've come a long way since the beginning of their hollywood charade.

"personally, i've always prayed on the downfall of my sister's marriage." a genuine laugh relative to that of a cackle escaped his lips. frank's a jerk. "but i get what you're saying. they live vicariously through us, just two attractive people walking aimlessly on the beach." as the sun begins to set, there are less people around and a lot more privacy. he's taken by the color of the sky for a moment before walking a couple of steps ahead of her then turning and walking backwards. "well, we need to have at least one picture for the gram because everyone is going to find out about this outing tomorrow." after coming to a halt, he opens the camera up on his phone and holds it up, "okay, act like you're having the time of your life."

amara didn't have much to say about her online presence, or social media; opting out of it from the beginning except for instagram. based off of silas' interpretation of other sites, she felt secure in her decision, nodding in agreement with his assessment. "i feel like anyone paying attention would say the internet is rotting now. it's not what it used to be." poison is the word on the tip of her tongue, but she keeps the doom and gloom to herself.

like silas, she had no idea about how to be public in a relationship. amara was barely public at all. let alone with something personal. "i have," she admits when asked about her own experience with dating. "it ended last year, amicably. he wasn't in the business." if amara had learned one thing from watching hollywood from afar for years, it was that you listened to the advice, "don't shit where you eat." dating actors had been a hard-no from the beginning. it's why some of her fans felt like she and silas being together must have been real. she'd been on record saying the opposite for as long as she'd been in the business.

she offers him a shrug at first, thinking on the truth about what made anyone care about other people's relationships. "i understand the concept if you know a person. like, if your brother started dating someone you'd care. but the intrigue with celebrities is a mystery to me." amara didn't get the hype. "they don't know us personally yet depending on the couple, we become this beacon of hope. 'goals' or whatever."

it felt fake because it was. "i think the only public couple i ever gave a second thought to was rachel mcadams and ryan gosling. and that's because they seemed…" the words leave her. amara realizes that if she keeps talking, she could be describing she and silas: two co-stars that hated each other at first, though their chemistry was out of this world. "who knows why it happens. it's a distraction. something to think about that isn't the monotony of your own life."

[galaxofmuses]

    It's the gift that keeps on GIFTING!! Amy receives a box with a single Pipis in it. Upon opening that box, the Pipis will begin multiplying. GOOD LUCK AND ENJOY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Amara's Birthday! 9/23 // Always Accepting!

Being curious for a mysterious present and no card or tag or even an address on her front porch. Opening the box and raises a brow to see a single...

oval shaped object?

With no time to ponder as the pipis starts to multiply and dropping the box with a piercing scream. Green Meadows is filled up with nothing but Pipis.

RIP Amara and her farm/restaurant

[cyrusdavirus]

Birthday vibes 🥳🎂🎈#chapter17 #amara - - - - - #hbd #birthday #happybirthday #party #birthdaycake #daughter #angel #celebration #newera #event #birthdayweekend #ecofriendly #birthdaygirl #raving #clubbing #anniversary #cousins #balloons #christmascelebration #17thbirthday #zerowaste #celebrate #balloongarland #partytime #surprise #yeg #balloondecor #croydon (at London Underground) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd1pclio3VR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[spnfanficpond]

Weekly Pond Newsletter

One more week and that pervasive ramen noodle meme is gonna be everywhere here. I propose fighting back with this gif:

Half the noodles, twice the sexy, amiright?

Old Business:

Record-low attendance at the Competitive Writing Sprints tonight (no one could make it lol) leads me to believe that 2AM Eastern US time is not a good time for people. Let us know in the replies when you want our next session to be!

Last week's #TweetFicTues prompt (via @writerswritecompany):

Tell us who you think is in the tent and why!!

New Business:

The New Member Spotlight is getting a makeover! The post will go up sometime this week, and it will look different because we've started asking our new members a little bit about themselves when they join! Hopefully, this will help bring together people with similar interests!

Bemoment.us has started hosting cool experiences with some of our favorite SPN cast members! Their first one was knitting with Sam Smith (Mary Winchester), and yesterday they hosted an Armorer themed experience with Emily Swallow (Amara on SPN, the Armorer on The Mandalorian). Next weekend is songwriting with our very own Rock God, Rob Benedict! Click here to see what's coming and find out more about it!

Paul Carella is doing a zoom concert this afternoon! Apparently, Paul and stageit have gone their separate ways for the moment, so he's now doing his online concerts via zoom, with tickets available via eventbrite! Click here to get your tickets for today's show!

Are you attending a convention or other SPN-related event and want to know if anyone else from the Pond will be there? Head into our discord server, and you will find channels there for some upcoming events. Don't see your event? Tell an admin and we'll make a channel for you!

Admin Michelle is putting together something new in her spare time after mourning the death of the SPNFicBot on Twitter. (It went the way of all bots on Twitter, even though it was a good bot.) When she's done, she's hoping to have a bigger, better SPN fic prompt generator. Helping would include giving input on what characters to include, and building other data sets like tropes, themes, and AUs. If you would like to help, send her a private message!

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Hope you have a great week! - From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, and @katbratsupernaturalwhore!

[musical-attorney]

More AA Headcannons because opinions change

Athena makes the whole office join her in her workouts resulting in Apollo threatening to sue her for attempted muder by exhaustion

Despite giving up his singing career, Klavier will still sing for close friends or whenever he sees fit

The judge is everyone's- and I mean everyone's- grandpa

Yes, he does get invited to birthdays and other fun events

Amara tell mom jokes ALL. THE. TIME.

As soon as Aura got out of jail, she crashed the prosecutor's office and told embarrassing stories about Simon

Kristoph only cares about his dog, his dog, and........ Oh! His dog. (Low-key that dog means the world to him)

Rayfa tried went to a smoothie place once and now it's a Khura'inese tradition to drink smoothies on Rafya's birthday

Klavier sings like Bruno Mars, Jove sings like Anthony Ramos, Matt sings like AJR, and Nahyuta sings like Cody Fry

Pearl convinced Rayfa to join her, Trucy, Jinxie, and the De Famme sisters in girls night

[thesecretdollgarden]

Happy Birthday, Kit!

Any well-versed doll collector could tell you that Kit’s birthday is May 19. Well, as a child, a well-versed doll collector I was not. Kit being my very first doll that made for a very memorable birthday, I decided that we would share June 26th and celebrate together every year. So, she could technically have two birthdays now, but to me today will always be her “true” birthday. And for me personally it’s very comforting to bring my dolls into my own new year, and whatever challenges and triumphs that year will present.

Kit gathered friends new and old to celebrate (while I wasn’t feeling thee most celebratory due to the week’s past events, dolls never fail to cheer me up). This year she requested devil’s food cake with marshmallow frosting. Emily and Amara made the cake while Rebecca and Mei made a lot of well-intentioned suggestions and happened to score a lot of extra frosting.

(Rebecca: Are we truly that transparent, Mei?

Mei: Oh, absolutely.)

Happy Birthday, Kit! Here’s to 20 years and counting.

[justanie]

Hoshi Kazeno (Lil' Oc Info):

Birthday: October 5th

Age: 12

Height: 1,49 cm - 4'9,5"

Likes: Singing, music, cute things, butterflies, fashion, shopping, gifts, showing off, being "herself", being pampered, desserts, candies, make friends, Big Hero 6, flowers, jewerly, pay attention, stickers, fruity lip gloss, cute animals, unicorns and rainbows.

Dislikes: Ugly insects, the abuse, that things don't go as she wants, ghosts, studying, "Nerd Things", seeing others suffer, villains and monsters of San Fransokyo.

Family: Liv Amara (Aunt), Fugi Kazeno (Father), Adelaide Amara (Mother), Ima Kazeno (Big Sis.), James Kazeno (Big Bro.), Yoshio Kazeno (Lil Bro.) and Kimi Kazeno (Lil Sis.)

Friends/Allies: Hiro Hamada (Crush onwards), Baymax, Megan Cruz, The Nerd Gang, Aunt Cass, Professor Granville, Chris (temporarily)

Enemies: Di Amara (later) Chris (later), Karmi (regularly) most of the villains in the first few seasons.

Voice Actress: Liliana Mummy.

History:

Hoshi Kazeno is the niece of Liv Amara, moved to San Fransokyo by decision of her parents since not having enough knowledge and getting distracted in her classes around science, she is moved to the city to take advantage of learning more from the high technology of which said city is characterized. Although the care of "Liv" does not help much, since she is negligent with Hoshi's education and instead of helping her to at least start with the basics of science as it was proposed for her, she enrolls her in the SFFI (San Fransokyo Female's Institute) to receive an education worthy of a true young lady believing that her reason for being there is for spoiled behavior (which, also helps, despite not being the main objective of why the girl is in San Fransokyo)

In her establishment, she ends up bumping into Hiro Hamada, who meets him at an event where the most acclaimed schools in San Fransokyo (the SFTI, the SFAI, my invented SFFI, among others) come together in a fair every year. Although her first impression was not something so pleasant, since Hoshi only mocked not him but the entire SFTI for the already reputation they have by being named "the School of Nerds" that by that time even before, Hoshi despised this type of people for no reason.

It is when for the time that she stays and adapts more to her new environment in the city, Hoshi changes her way of seeing science as something boring, to end up impressed by the great work and requirement that the facilities and inventions originating from San Fransokyo, starting to get closer to Hiro and the gang, where she was able to reveal a more friendly and charming face than the egotistical and pampered one that she always has to expose to the world. Her connection to the Big Hero 6 so far, is that she has only been present to see them in action (sometimes she gets rescued by them if danger confronts her) without taking into account that under those armors they are Hiro and the others being those super heroes, it's not until later.

Personality:

I think that by this point you already know what her personality is like: She is initially seen as a spoiled, selfish and pretentious girl, wanting anything on a whim and leaving aside issues that she dislikes. But under that layer of hostility, there is also an outgoing girl, with a sweet and kind heart who has only show if you know her better, worrying about people who matter Hoshi in her life despite continuing with her reputation as a "girly and spoiled girl".

Other Datas:

It is known that she is not originally from San Fransokyo, she lives in the almost neighboring city of this "Santolumbur" (A combination of Kuala Lumbur - Malaysia and Santorini - Greece) together with her family that you met from her parents and her four siblings, despite Since it is a disadvantage to be half ignored for being the middle child, she takes advantage of acting and doing what she wants with her life, even if her parents still pay her the same attention as their other children. Hoshi was born with the rare and peculiar "Alexandria Syndrome" reason why her eyes are naturally purple and not brown or blue like the rest of her family.

Her passionate hobby is a limited variety of what is related to music, preferring the classical, pop and celtic genre. She has a very fine and prodigious singing voice, knowing how to play wind instruments (specifically, the flute and its derivatives) better than anyone, although it can also vary a bit since she is able to play the Lyre and/or Harp and because of her musical likes, she dreams of one day becoming a famous singer in the future.

And that would be the most important thing that I can tell about my OC, that it should be stated that she would be introduced between the end of season 1 and that she would happen if she developed more than half of season 2 with Di Amara as the villain. Actually, i'm edit the part of Hoshi's home ^-^

[vaudelin]

more than can be expressed

15x14 coda. deancas fluff regarding birthdays. 2272 wc. [read on AO3]

“—And sure, the icing was a little lopsided and the sprinkles uneven, but it still counts.” Jack’s proud grin beams even more brightly. “I got to make my first birthday wish.”

Jack gestures toward the table, at the very spot in the library where the event took place less than a week ago. Dean watches closely for Castiel’s reaction to Jack’s recounting, waiting for the nuances that normally comprise Castiel’s mood to resolve into something more overtly positive. 

But rather than seem pleased, Castiel’s mouth tightens, becoming brittle. “I see,” he says, the smile he forcibly held ratcheting coolly into place. “Happy birthday, Jack.”

Jack looks over to Dean, a pleading measure in his eyes. Hell, something big must be off with Cas for even Jack to be responding to it.

Dean clears his throat, stepping closer, and slaps a hand down heavily onto Jack’s shoulder. “We would’ve waited for you, of course. But everything happened so fast, and it kinda felt right in that moment. To make a cake. And celebrate.”

Castiel nods stiffly. “Of course. I understand.” He shuffles in place. Fingers drag over the edge of the table, as if they could somehow collect icing from the long-since eaten cake. 

Sam coughs, clearly uncomfortable with the silence.

Castiel smiles again, nods again. Tries again to convince them that he’s fine. But before Dean even has a chance to wonder what’s the matter, Castiel looks over to Sam and says, brusque, “I found a lead on Amara’s whereabouts.”

So that’s the end of that.

---

It’s a couple days later when Dean finally has a spare moment alone with Castiel, a chance to follow him into the archive room and corner him for questioning.

“C’mon,” Dean says, tugging Castiel’s sleeve to turn him around. “Something’s bugging you. Would’ve thought you’d be happy we—uh. We’re on good terms with Jack again.”

Just saying it aloud is enough to clear the storm brewing on Castiel’s brow. Judging by the way his stooped posture straightens, it’s been a worry Castiel has been carrying for some time now—one that’s been lightened by a bit of poorly-frosted birthday cake. “I am glad. Believe me. Even Sam made a point of telling me how proud he was of you for making that gesture to Jack.”

Dean frowns a bit. “Why’d he be proud? I mean, we threw him a party too. Not like Sammy’s got a lockdown on birthday bashes.”

Castiel sighs, replacing the lid on the storage box he’d been digging through. “Because I died the day Jack was born.”

A rock plummets in Dean’s gut. “Oh.” He knew that, just—somehow, he’d forgotten. Something impossible to forget.

“Mm-hmm.” Castiel brushes his hands together, gently sifting dust from his fingers. “He suspected it might be a tender point for you. That you might not want to—anyway.” Castiel stiffens. “The point is I’m glad you celebrated him.”

“So why’re you so mad?” Dean blurts, even though it’s inaccurate. Castiel doesn’t seem pissed that Dean was nice to the kid, he’s just…

Castiel sighs. “I’m not angry. I’m disappointed.”

Dean frowns. “Disappointed?”

“That I wasn’t there.” Castiel’s expression falls as he says it, puddling into a pout. Dean would say it’s cute if Castiel didn’t look so crestfallen, crushed by missing Jack’s first birthday… Well no, their son’s first birthday celebration.

“Shit,” Dean says. “I didn’t even think you’d—shit. I’m sorry.”

Castiel sighs again. “No, don’t—it’s fine.” He shakes his head. “Like I said, I’m just glad you would do that for him.”

“We could do it again,” Dean says eagerly. “Make another cake, put a second candle on it. Catch Jack up to his actual calendar year.”

“No, it would only... cheapen it.” Castiel’s mouth twitches down. “He would know you were doing it more for me than for him.” 

“Hey.” Dean steps in. With an inward delight, he says, “If you want a party, we could, uh. We could throw you a birthday party instead.”

“Me?” Castiel balks.

Dean laughs. “Sure. You don’t have an actual day, right? So pick one. We’ll make a cake.”

Castiel’s glower returns in top fighting form. “We are not celebrating my ‘birthday’.”

Laughing, Dean closes his hands over the finger-quotes Castiel instinctively made. “C’mon. We can go out, buy five or six thousand candles—”

“Dean.”

“Light a fire hazard in the library—”

“Dean.”

“Burn the bunker down.” 

Castiel tugs to free his hands, even though they both know he’s strong enough to simply break Dean’s grip. Dean refuses to relent, however, and ends up being pulled into Castiel’s orbit, touching chest to chest. 

Castiel’s frown breaks fractionally at the sight of him, giving way to a crinkled smile that’s close enough to be captured in a kiss. 

Not that Dean could—that he ever would. But it’s enough to keep him laughing, buoyed by the giddy feeling of getting under Castiel’s skin in just the right way. It’s been too long since they’ve laughed together. Since he’s had Castiel smiling at him in a way that wasn’t tinged with regret. 

And Dean loves it. If he could keep it like this, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once Dean has calmed enough to catch his breath, Castiel asks, “So, for your birthday. Did you end up choosing a cake or a pie?”

“Ah.” Dean huffs a breath, shakes his head. “Nah, first we had Sam’s, and we didn’t have time after, so I—um. I didn’t end up having a party at all.”

“You didn’t?” If anything, Castiel sounds more heartbroken now than he did upon learning he missed Jack’s birthday. 

Dean shrugs, feigning a punch to Castiel’s shoulder in order to cover how his back bristles. “I mean, if anyone besides you is in the running for too many candles, it’s me.”

“Dean,” Castiel grumps.

“Cas,” Dean snarks back. 

Castiel gives that look again, the one that makes a home in Dean’s heart with more fondness than he could ever hope to express.

It’s too gentle on him; Dean has to look away. “It’s—fine. Really. Just think about it. Who’d’ve made the cake—Jack? Sam?” He tuts. “I’d end up with some lousy carrot cake just so he could sneak some vegetables in.”

“What kind of cake would you like, then?” Castiel asks, quiet.

Dean looks at him, shrewd. “No cake.”

“So a pie?”

“No pie,” Dean insists. “No birthday.”

Castiel makes a noise in his throat, something Dean doesn’t trust to listen to him. Castiel packs up quickly from the archives, leaving Dean scrambling, shouting, “No birthday!” in his wake.

No birthday. Dean doesn’t need another reminder how the days are getting away from them. He just needs the present, one moment laid out after the next one, in order to live a life without further regrets.

---

Somehow Castiel pulls a fast one on him anyways, tugging Dean into the kitchen on a night when they’re alone in the bunker, Jack in his room at the same time Sam is out on another date with Eileen.

Castiel tells Dean to close his eyes, and ends up wrapping the kitchen apron around Dean’s head when he refuses to do so. They stumble over each other’s feet until Dean bumps his way into the kitchen, hands resting on the stainless steel island between him and the sink.

“Alright, you can open them now,” Castiel says, like Dean has no idea what’s coming to him, even though the scent of freshly baked pastry hangs like clouds in the air.

Dean pulls off the apron, shucks it aside to find the kitchen neatly decorated with streamers and a line of paper letters on a string proclaiming “Happy Birthday”. A two-layered chocolate cake sits atop a silver serving tray. Next to it is a fork and a knife with a paper napkin, the stack of which is tucked in neatly beside a freshly-baked apple pie steaming in a glass pie plate.

“You never gave your preference,” Castiel says. “So I got you both.”

“Sonofabitch,” Dean breathes, staring at the sugary feast. He flicks his gaze toward Castiel, uncomprehending. “You made these yourself?”

“Kind of.” Castiel awkwardly adjusts his footing. “Crack an egg. Open a tin can. Unpack the pie crust.” To the cake, he says, “Spread an entire jar of icing over a mound of spongy chocolate.” 

Dean laughs, watching as Castiel pulls a generous pre-cut piece of cake and pie onto a paper plate. He ushers Dean over to the dining table, adding, “I hope I did okay,” as he hands Dean the cutlery, watching nervously as Dean tucks in for his first bite.

“Are you kidding me?” Dean says, grinning up at him around a chocolate mouthful. “You did great, just… why?”

Castiel frowns, puzzled. “For your birthday.”

Dean inhales sharply. The cake tastes like it’s been baked exactly how the side of the box describes it should be baked—and yet it’s somehow extra delicious from the effort being made. He wipes his mouth, puts his fork down. “You didn’t need to—I didn’t need you to do that for me.”

“I know,” Castiel says, irritatingly calm. “I wanted to. To celebrate… you.” 

He motions broadly over Dean, catching the entirety of him in the gesture, and that soft spot in Dean’s chest throbs at the sight of Castiel, squeezing his breath out of rhythm. He wants to brush it off, treat Castiel’s celebration like it’s nothing. But if there’s one thing he’s learned lately, it’s that he’s got to appreciate the life he has around him. If they don’t take the time here and now to care for each other, then what has this all even been about?

“Thank you,” Dean says instead, reaching for Castiel. He brushes a hand down Castiel’s sleeve, squeezing. Allows his hand to travel lower, seizing his palm in a tight grip, hoping it might say what all cannot be said. “Thank you.”

Castiel squeezes Dean’s hand in return, muscles flexing like he doesn’t know how long he ought to hold on. Dean’s almost disappointed when Castiel lets go, allowing him to return to his fork and his plate of desserts. 

But then Castiel’s hand brushes up along the plane of Dean’s back, fingertips scrubbing over ribs and muscles and bone before settling gently at the top of Dean’s spine. Dean involuntarily shivers at the feel of him, the fingers brushing over his scalp. Through his hair. It’s been so long since he’s been touched by Castiel in the way he always wants it. In any way that matters.

Castiel has to know. He has to know how this last fight—this last makeup—is different, somehow. They’re different. A bond has been remade in Purgatory, never to be broken again.

It’s been years and Dean still doesn’t know how to say it. Maybe he’ll never know how. But action… Action is better than words anyhow. Dean knows how to make a gesture, even if he doesn’t know how to accept it.

Dean leans into the hand Castiel has set to sifting through his hair. His body twists in its seat, moving until Castiel is close—closer. He slings an arm around Castiel’s hip, pulls him down. Hauls him between the open vee of his legs until Castiel can only sit on Dean’s thigh.

So he does. Castiel comes to rest alongside Dean’s body, an arm wrapped around Dean’s shoulders for balance. He’s warm—aligned with Dean, perfectly. Close in ways that Dean has never allowed anyone—anyone—to be with him.

Dean keeps his hand slung around Castiel’s waist, holding him near, even as the proximity means he has to switch hands in order to keep eating pie and cake. Castiel takes it all in stride, in that quiet way he has of observing Dean and enjoying him, even when Dean loads up a forkful of cake and insists Castiel take a bite.

“Gotta know if your handiwork is any good,” Dean gives as his excuse for making Castiel eat it. Tipping his head against Castiel’s shoulder, Dean watches as Castiel thoughtfully chews his way through the cake, then the pie. No commentary given, just the two of them communicating by touch and sight.

It might not be his real birthday, but it’s the best gift Dean’s ever been given. Perfect enough that he doesn’t even startle when the quiet in the kitchen is broken by Jack.

“There’s another cake?” Jack exclaims, excited enough that Dean can hear it in his voice, even though he can’t see him.

Castiel makes to stand, ready to step back, but Dean keeps his arm tight on his waist and just swivels them around. They’re angled enough that Dean can now see Jack, oblivious, reaching for a slice of cake.

“Hey,” Dean barks. “It’s too late at night for you to be eating sweets.”

Jack stares at him, disbelieving. His gaze shifts implacably over Castiel, then Dean, then the empty paper plate. Dean braces for some comment about how they’re holding onto each other, but Jack just says, “There’s no candles.”

“What?” Dean asks, at the same time as Cas, sighing, says, “Don’t start on the candles. It’s a very touchy subject.”

“But—your birthday wish,” Jack says. “You didn’t make one.”

“Oh.” Dean glances up at Castiel, feeling the weight of him, the warmth of him.  Close enough to kiss. 

He thinks briefly of his brother, out on a date of his own. Of their communal kid, accepting them with a complete lack of judgment. 

Dean scrunches his nose, shakes his head. “Don’t need to make one. I already got everything I want.” 

---

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