#(in fact i also have a sketch of them dancing in canon.... can you tell i'm feeling anguished abt sad alisaie wip lol) | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

wintersongstress · 4 years ago

Note

Can I request a head canon for Arthur please?

With: 🌸💟

Of course! I did add a little bit of smut to this. I hope you like it! ♥

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Prompt: romantic headcanons

Tags: fluff, mild/implicit smut

♡ — If Arthur is sweet on you, being the focus of his kindness and attention is endearing and impossible to resist. What begins as timid flirting between you blossoms into an inevitable relationship, and every chance he has to put a smile on your face, he takes.

♡ — In the beginning he indulges in doting on you. Showing you his affection starts as small gifts—wildflowers tucked behind your ear, drawings left in your coat pocket, chocolate bars in your saddlebag—until your little fling evolves into something more.

♡ — On the days you are too exhausted or in a bad mood, Arthur will do your camp chores for you without asking. He brushes down your horse and will take you into town for dinner, helping you onto and off your mount—fully knowing you can manage by yourself—and holding the door open for you as well.

♡ — If men at the bar ogle you, Arthur is quick to put a stop to it. Not in a manner that is possessive or predicated on jealousy, but as response to demanding you be treated respectfully. He is not beyond squaring up to a rowdy cowhand, though, and will throw punches if his words are ineffective. Afterwards, when you kiss his cheek in gratitude and stroke your thumb across his hand tenderly, his coarse demeanor dissolves in a blush.

♡ — Speaking of physical touches, it takes Arthur time to warm up to receiving them. He tends not to focus on what he wants and puts others’ needs above his. Undoing his old habit of self-deprecation requires pulling out the roots of turmoil in his past, which will be heart-achingly painful, but it opens a new doorway of intimacy and leads him to be more amorous with you than before.

♡ — Soft and full of disbelief, your first kiss together is the product of a thousand dreams of doing so, with none of them able to compare. The way he melts into you, breathes in deep and pulls you in close by the hips leaves you breathless and dazed with bliss. At the perfect warmth of his embrace, you sigh and hold onto his jacket, the fur of his coat collar soft as a lamb’s ear to the touch. Upon departure he thumbs your chin, and those eyes of his open; soft as September skies, swaying with green, clouded with blue, dilating at the sight of you. In that moment, without him having to say it, you know how beautiful you are to him.

♡ — Arthur loves spending time with you. He makes good company on walks and likes to join you for mid-afternoon naps beneath the shade of an oak tree. Lying with his head in your lap, an hour can pass without a word as he sketches the landscape in his journal. You are more than happy to relax with a book, running your fingers through his hair until the heat of the day abates. Watching sunsets together also becomes a favorite pastime. He hugs you from behind and kisses your temple all the while, content to stay that way until long after the sun sinks beneath the horizon.

♡ — When he has to spend the day away working he makes sure to make it up to you, regardless of the reassurance of your understanding. He brings you coffee in bed, traces his knuckles along your cheek and kisses the tip of your nose to wake you. The sight of his handsome face and the longing in his expression is one you are loathe to see go, but you cup his stubbled cheek and needlessly remind him to be careful.

♡ — During his travels, Arthur comes across countless secluded and tranquil spots in nature. Creeks winding within aspen groves, meadows of wildflowers, hillsides patched with poppies and daisies, ponds ringed with water lilies and surveilled by herons—he finds so many places he wants to share with you.

♡ — Once in a while you get the chance to spend the night with him away from camp, having each other all to yourselves. Arthur will bring you to one of the placid places he has found: a lake nestled deep within a forest of silver spruces, where the cool waters glimmer with moonlit ripples and stars salt the clear sky. He builds a fire and pitches his tent, your bedrolls unfurled beside each other. Dinner consists of seasoned game meat and canned goods, and afterwards you share a bottle of gin to unwind. Childhood stories and your joining laughter fills the night, and before long you wheedle Arthur into dancing with you on the lakeshore.

♡ — With all that troubles him, the simple comfort of holding you in his arms and swaying to the tune of the nightfall chorus of wind and still waters sinks him into the deepest state of peace he has ever known. Closing his eyes, smelling the pine needles and the enchanting perfume of your skin, an overwhelming wish fills him to never leave—to take you away from the life you both lead. As he clenches his hands in your clothes and lays his cheek upon your head, he hopes you feel the same. By the sigh you hum against his chest, and the way you snuggle closer to him, his doubts vanish. The stars glisten in your eyes when he holds your head in his hands and you await the three words on his tongue. But you say them first.

♡ — He says your name in the gentlest way, and nothing else. What begins as sweet and reverent transforms into heated and hurried as you kiss, an urgent need swelling between you as you shuffle inside the tent. Always so gentle, Arthur’s hands are delicate as he lays you down, drifting over you as dreamily as the clouds in a silent summer heaven. Warm against your throat, his mouth seeks the fact of your pulse and presses against it indulgently, your sighs spurring him to venture farther. Downwards from your collarbone he trails, lips and touch, to the opening of your blouse, undoing the buttons with deft fingers. The dividing of your thighs around his hips lures his hands to your waist and brings his darkened eyes to yours, silently asking if you wanted him, this—truly.

♡ — All it takes is a nod. He thumbs the line of your smile, a tacit and an infinite implication of his gratitude, and descends, his mouth warm against the parting between your breasts. In the night your arms wrap tight around him, and all of the spaces between you fit together and fall into place harmoniously, like bits of colored glass in a kaleidoscope. Surrounding you, completing you, at the height of it all he tells you how beautiful of a dream you are to him and you are lost. The way he looks at you, sees you, feels like no one ever has before him.

♡ — In the morning he wakes before you to the peace of birdsong and a turquoise sky. Lying beside you, he admires the softness of your sleeping figure, embedding the image of you in his memory. He leaves you to your rest and fishes for trout. The humming of a familiar tune and the stirring smell of breakfast in a pan draws you from your dreams, flitting your eyes open to the sight of Arthur squatting by the fire in his undershirt, his suspenders dangling. The shadows of the treetops fall over him and waver in the wind, the sunlight catching the glint of gold in his hair. Pine and wood smoke hangs in the air, and the surface of the lake ripples with the splashes of fish and a gliding string of ducks. What makes the picture perfect to you is Arthur, his posture relaxed and at ease. Never before had his face looked so young and carefree.

♡ — When you emerge from the tent flaps in his shirt, he greets you with a smile, handing you a plate and gesturing to the coffee. But you stoop down and tip his chin, melding your mouths in a long, lingering kiss lush with affection and ripe with a promise. His lashes blink at you dazedly as you pull away with a smirk, asking if he slept well. His response pulls your heartstrings tenderly, because as few as the words were, you knew how infinitely much they implied.

♡ — “I can’t tell which part of the night was the dream.”

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan headcanons #asks #animnerd #*my writing #WAS THIS OKAY? I DON'T EVEN KNOW #anyways thank you for the request-i really hope this is coherent 😅#AND I'M ALSO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!

401 notes · View notes

elizabeth-mitchells · 3 years ago

Link

Sam Fraser Has a Good Day

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson Characters: Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street), Deena Johnson Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Not Canon Compliant, Everyone Is Alive, Nightmares, Breakfast, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Napping, Dancing, Late Night Conversations, Making Out, Kissing, Fluff without Plot, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff, literally what the title says Words: 2401

In the span of a couple of days, Sam Fraser was: in a car crash, chased by several undead killers, used as bait, almost overdosed, drowned, possessed, tied up in the trunk of a car, hit in the head several times... and somehow she survived.

She deserves a good day. She deserves to: stay in her girlfriend's house and steal her sweaters, sleep until noon, have a good breakfast, eat jello in peace, get clean bandages, play video games, eat ice cream, take a nap, dance to her favorite songs, go on a late-night drive for cheeseburgers, and cuddle and kiss her girlfriend the entire day.

Sam wakes up startled, as usual. She is gasping for air and sitting up hastily. Was she having a nightmare? Is she stepping into a nightmare now? Because she can tell she’s wearing one of Deena’s t-shirts. But what if her mom sees her? Is she going to catch her? Should she start running from something, or keep herself from running toward something?

“Sam?”

That soft voice is the one that breaks the spell.

“Deena,” Sam sighs.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay,” Deena whispers, tentatively wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. Instantly, she feels Sam relax in her embrace.

“Sorry,” Sam mumbles, tucking her face on the crook of Deena’s neck. “Just a nightmare.”

“I got you,” Deena says softly. She places a kiss on Sam’s forehead and carefully guides them to lay down again. “It’s early. Why don’t you go back to sleep?” Deena asks, realizing right after that Sam fell asleep before answering at all.

A couple of hours later, Sam wakes up again. This time there are no nightmares, no screams of terror caught in her throat, no reaching out blindly for air or a weapon. She wakes up slowly, clutching the heavy blanket that covers her body, yawning without restrain, and eventually opening her eyes slowly. The first thing she does is look for her girlfriend, and she finds her sitting at the foot of the bed, sketching on a notebook with an endearing frown of concentration on her face.

“Good morning,” Sam says through a new yawn.

“Well,” Deena smirks fondly at her, “it is closer to noon now, but good morning to you too, baby.”

“What? Noon?” Sam frowns and attempts to rub the sleep off her eyes. “Since when do I sleep longer than you?” Sam asks, and puts on a pout on her lips for her next question, “And why are you so far away?”

Deena chuckles affectionately at her and puts away her pencil and notebook. She crawls back to her girlfriend and playfully flops down beside her. “Hey,” Deena greets her with her signature raspy tone. She receives a dreamy “hi” and a soft peck on the lips in response. Afterward, she explains, “To answer your question, I just thought you deserved a day to sleep in.” When Sam gives her a look of pleased surprise, Deena adds, “In fact, I think you’ve earned a full day, just for you, to rest and enjoy.”

“Deena, you don’t have to do that,” Sam attempts to protest, right before her girlfriend interrupts her with a kiss that turns into two, and three, and four, and soon enough they simply lose count.

Deena’s plans encounter an obstacle as soon as they manage to leave the comfort of her room to go make breakfast. Sam was fresh out of the shower, wearing one of Deena’s t-shirts this time. Deena barely gets to open the fridge before Sam tries to intervene with a soft-spoken, “Let me.” It’s safe to say that Deena puts up quite a fight, though.

“I just wanted to take care of you for one day, okay?” She insists. “You fucking deserve it.”

“That’s sweet,” Sam replies, feeling absolutely endeared. She leans in and places a kiss on Deena’s forehead, and Deena tries and fails to keep up her frown. “Listen, I appreciate it, and I love you for it, okay?” Sam says, giving Deena’s lips a small kiss. “But consider this. One, you already took care of me at my worst. Two, a perfect day, for me, means that you get to enjoy it too, and I get to take care of you too, got it? And three… do you really want to burn my breakfast on my special day?”

Sam attempted to quickly kiss Deena’s cheek and run away, but the brunette was quick enough to reach out and take her in her arms, ticking her in revenge for the not-unfounded critique of her culinary skills.

After their meal, the two girls make their way to the living room’s couch, where they are free to cuddle and exchange lazy kisses for as long as they could possibly want. Eventually, though, Deena finds the strength to pull away long enough to have an actual conversation.

“So, while you were sleeping, Kate and Simon stopped by,” Deena says. “Everyone feels kind of bad about you, you know, getting possessed and shit.” Deena pauses with a grimace, not proud of her choice of words, but Sam quickly kisses her cheek to urge her to go on. Deena begrudgingly stands up from the couch, to look for a certain bag, and explains, “Josh, oh so generously, gave us the gift of privacy and he is staying the fuck away from home for the day. He’s sleeping at Simon’s house. Also, he says you can play his video games, if you want. And… Kate and Simon brought all this.”

Deena drops a bag from the Grab N’ Bag on the couch and Sam eagerly looks through its contents. She gasps, “Finally!” And pulls out one of many packets of jello.

Deena’s love-sick laugh spills right out of her lips. “You’re adorable,” Deena says before kissing the top of Sam’s head and climbing back to the couch beside her. “There’s also popcorn, chips, ice cream is in the fridge, a couple of your favorite movies that I think were yours in the first place and they’re just returning, and a happy birthday card because they don’t exactly make cards for the shit we’ve lived,” Deena explains, content to watch her girlfriend smile and nod happily while enjoying her jello. Then she clears her throat and not so contentedly adds, “We also have a bunch of uh, fresh bandages and stuff.”

The two girls exchange a look and understand exactly what this means.

“This is not what I had in mind when I planned to give you a perfect day,” Deena says. She is sitting on the bathroom counter without a shirt on while Sam gives the final touches to the fresh bandage on Deena’s stomach. At the beginning, her hands were shaking with guilt, and fear, but she quickly got them under control and lovingly worked on the healing wound that a different version of herself caused.

“I told you,” Sam insists without looking away from her work. “I also want to take care of you, you know?” She is standing there without her shirt on, with an equally fresh bandage on her back.

When Sam iss done, Deena gently grabs her hands and moves them up to her lips to kiss them sweetly. “Thank you,” she whispers.

Sam turns breathless at the gesture. She feels butterflies in her stomach and decides to tell Deena how much she’s enjoying her day. Speechless as she is though, Sam only thinks to lean forward and connect their lips, determined to kiss her girlfriend until they lose track of time.

Some time later, Sam finds herself comfortably seated on her girlfriend’s lap, wearing her sweater again, and biting her lip in great concentration as she tries to succeed at one of Josh’s video games.

“You nerd, I can’t believe you’re into this,” Deena chuckles fondly behind her.

“Hush, I almost got it,” Sam mumbled.

As much as Deena wants Sam to win whatever game that is, she thinks it would be a crime to hold herself back in a position as convenient as this one. So she moves Sam’s blonde hair out of the way and starts placing feather-light kisses on her neck. At first, Sam tries to ignore her. Then, she squirms just a little. After a very effective bite from Deena, a small whimper escapes from Sam’s lips.

“Tell me,” Deena starts saying with a seductive whisper. “Do the other cheerleaders know you’re secretly a dork?”

That finally gets Sam to stop the game and turn around with a gasp. “Deena!” she protests, although she’s laughing. And she crashes her lips together. She would hate to let Deena win so easily, but she feels much more like a winner in this situation.

Sometime in the afternoon, Sam wakes up on the couch with her head on Deena’s chest. She’s so perfectly comfortable and warm and safe, that she starts to feel suspicious. She didn’t even have a bad dream at all. She starts to fearfully consider this might be nothing but a dream about to turn into a nightmare, but then she moves her head up to look at her girlfriend and her worries vanish all at once. Deena is still asleep, she’s frowning a little and her lips are slightly parted as she adorably mumbles in her sleep. The feeling of love and adoration in Sam’s chest is so strong and so real that she doesn’t have any doubt this has to be her reality.

After all the pain, the fear, and the danger of it all, this is real, and they earned it. It’s not even just about those days of extreme violence when they ended the curse, it’s even bigger than that. It’s a moment of well-earned peace and happiness that’s been more than three hundred years in the making. They have been fighting for this moment their entire lives, and they were so close to losing hope forever, but they made it. Deena was right, they fucking deserve it.

So, Sam makes a couple of decisions. First, she decides it’s best if they go one day without watching a horror movie. As much as she loves them, they have had enough horror for a while. And two, she decides that continuing her nap is the perfect way to honor Deena’s wish of giving her a perfect day. She gets comfortable again on top of her girlfriend and drifts back to sleep.

Not too long later, Sam and Deena are in the middle of a tube of ice cream and halfway through watching Grease. Well, Deena is watching the movie. Sam is a little more focused on the extremely amusing sight of Deena trying to avoid smiling at the movie.

“Oh my God, you love it,” Sam keeps giggling whenever Deena slips up and grins at the movie on the television screen.

“No, I fucking don’t,” Deena rolls her eyes, makes no move to quit the movie, and adds through gritted teeth, “I just acknowledge that it’s a classic.”

Her words only make Sam smile even brighter as she continues to take spoonfuls of ice cream and marvel at the sight of her girlfriend.

A perfect day, of course, wouldn’t be complete without listening to the mixtape Deena made for Sam, and dancing in the middle of her bedroom without a care in the world.

Sam is the one that starts dancing, swinging her arms around, not very gracefully. And Deena shakes her head at her with extreme fondness. “You are a weirdo, Sam Fraser,” she says, making her girlfriend laugh, completely unaffected by the comment.

“Dance with me,” Sam replies with a carefree grin on her face. She steps forward and pulls on Deena’s arms until she convinces her to dance with her.

As usual, Deena tries to put up a fight that she loses as soon as she stares into precious blue eyes. There’s not a thing she wouldn’t do for Sam. They already had to do the most extreme things for each other. How could she refuse her girlfriend a dance?

It’s a perfect evening to a perfect day. The two of them dance to their favorite songs, laugh wholeheartedly, kiss without holding back, jump and spin and fall in each other's arms again and again, as if falling in love all over with every new song.

As comfortable as it would be to stay home for the last few hours of the day, the perfect dinner to complete the day means getting cheeseburgers. Not even Deena complains about the idea. After all, she always loved driving around town with Sam in the passenger seat, humming along to the songs on her mixtape, her blonde hair glowing under the streetlights they passed, completely comfortable silence between them, without a destination in mind.

They park the car at a familiar spot. They eat their cheeseburgers, playfully feed fries to each other, and have a perfectly good time. Conversation flows easily between them, reminiscing of old memories or sharing dreams of a bright future that starts to feel more possible than ever before.

When Sam starts yawning, Deena is quick to point out, “You’re sleepy.”

“Am not,” Sam scoffs in that very particular way that tells Deena her girlfriend is blatantly lying.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Fraser. How rude,” Deena teases her.

Sam giggles happily in response. She can’t deny she’s looking forward to returning home to Deena’s bed, but she genuinely loves to put up a fight against her girlfriend, no matter how often she ends up losing.

“I’m very awake,” Sam insists, a knowing look on her face because she can easily predict Deena’s answer.

“Prove it,” Deena says.

Even before she’s done saying the words, Sam is leaning in to kiss her. They kiss, again and again, until Sam whispers against Deena’s lips, “Take me home.”

It’s well past midnight when Sam and Deena finally agree that even perfect days must come to an end. They lie in Deena’s bed, facing each other, legs tangled together, often exchanging kisses or sweet words that only exist in that vulnerable space between them.

“Thank you,” Sam whispers. She pushes a stray brown curl behind Deena’s ear, then her hand rests for a moment there on Deena’s cheek, her thumb lovingly caressing her skin.

“I told you,” Deena replies in an equally hushed tone even though they have the entire house for themselves. “You deserve it,” she adds, then she turns her head just enough to place a small kiss to the inside of Sam’s wrist, making the blonde smile timidly.

“I’m not talking about today,” Sam says. She considers explaining that she means she’s saying thank you for absolutely every moment they spent together since they met, but…

“I know,” Deena says. Her smile widens and she adds, “Just so you know, I also enjoyed today, a lot. So thank you too.”

Sam replies with a sweet kiss to Deena’s lips. Then the two of them cuddle closer and slowly, peacefully, happily drift off to a good and restful night of sleep.

#fluff without plot!!! i said fluf!! without! plot!#fear street #sameena #sam x deena #deena x sam #sam fraser #deena johnson #fs #fear street fanfiction #fear street trilogy #fear street movies #my fic

27 notes · View notes

ithebookhoarder · 4 years ago

Note

Could I get something for valentines day to do with the Shelby gang? I really don't mind what or who. I just feel like I need a little love for the day...

Valentines Day Head-Canons for the Shelby Family

A/N: Of course you can, anon! Hope you have a great day, whether you’re celebrating or not. It’s just a day, really, so I hope this cheers you up ;) Sending so much love x

Masterlist:

Arthur:

This man would be nervous as hell that he’d mess up valentines day with you. He’s not exactly known for being the romantic of the family, nor does he have the sophistication of his younger siblings. In fact, he’s sometimes surprised you’re even with him at all.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t try, though. Oh no, this man is going all out for the day and nothing is too much for you. He’ll have asked everyone, and I mean everyone, for advice about what to do to make the day special.

He’s not a many of many words so he lets his actions do the talking for him, giving you a massive bouquet of flowers as he comes to collect you for the evening.

“Arthur, they’re beautiful. You really shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble for me. I mean, you even got orchids - my favourites. How did you know?”

“I remember you told me before, eh? When we were at that place down in London. The one with the fancy window displays.”

“I can’t believe you remembered.”

But that’s Arthur. He’s utterly head over heels for you, which is probably why he turns bright red as you kiss him on the doorstep before hurrying back inside to put them in some water.

He’d also make sure to open every door for you the entire night, refusing to let you even lift so much as a finger.

In fact, he even pulls your chair out for you in the restaurant he’s taking you to, glaring at the waiter who was going to do it, in a clear sign to back away if he wants to escape with his life.

“Arthur. I saw that. Behave.”

“I’m on my best behaviour, love. Promise.”

“Oh really? What a shame, as I had kind of hoped you wouldn’t be, considering that I’m wearing your present underneath this dress.”

Arthur almost combusts there and then.

Screw dinner - he wants to devour you and only you. Maybe that’s why he practically drags you out of the door at the end of the night, making you laugh as you hurry after him, the two of you fumbling with each other like horny teenagers.

Needless to say, you spend the rest of the night wrapped in a tangle of limbs, lost in an haze of pleasure as you gift one another with your bodies.

John:

Now, considering his kids and the fact they are more than a handful, he knows just how important time spent with just the two of you is. That would be his first and biggest gift, getting one of the family to agree to watch the hell spawn long enough for you two to spend some time alone together.

It’s just you and him for 24 hours of uninterrupted bliss, with no crying children or screaming babies to think about.

True, it would be weird at first to have the house so quiet, but that’s exactly what you need for you and John to just talk to one another about anything and everything you’ve missed over the past few weeks. After all, he’d probably have been so busy with work he feels like he’s hardly seen you recently.

He’s also remarkably in-tune with you and knows exactly how to spoil you rotten.

“You do so much for me and the kids, it’s the least I can do, right? You deserve the world, but I guess I’ll have to do, eh?”

Who knew John Shelby was such a softie?

He’d have the day mapped out down to the finest detail: Breakfast in bed? check. A hot bath with wine and candles? Check. That new dress you had your eye on when you last went into town? Check. Making love for hours on every surface of the house? Triple check.

He knows how lucky he is to have you and would spend all day making sure you knew.

“At this rate, we’ll be having another little one to be bribe Polly to watch next year.”

“John Shelby! I swear to god I am not having another baby-“

“So you want me to put my clothes back on and not fuck you again?”

You wisely say nothing and kiss him instead.

“As I thought.”

Tommy:

Considering how busy he normally is, the only gift you could ever want from him was that of time. Time away from the stresses of the company or his family and their never ending messes.

It’s why you’re eager to subtly remind him about the date every chance you get in the weeks preceding it.

Little do you know, he’s perfectly aware of the day. In fact, he has plans of his own cooked up for the both of you… you just didn’t need to know that yet.

It makes the surprise all the more satisfying as he wakes you early the morning of, peppering you with kisses and encouraging you to get dressed.

“I thought people usually tried to get people undressed on Valentines day?”

“Patience, love. It’s worth it, I promise.”

You laugh and trust him, unable to deny him anything when he looks genuinely happy for once. That in itself is a gift, as is the chance to spend the day riding with him around the estate you called home.

Tommy is happiest on horse back, and you grin as you eye him clambering on his horse out front.

You’re quick to follow, not surprised to see he’d had your horse readied too. He really had thought this out, down to the route you take.

“This way, there are no phone calls or fucking distractions,” he explains, relieved at the utter delight in your eyes. “Not unless one of the staff want to grab a horse and come find us. Good luck to them.”

“They’d need it, especially if they’re stupid enough to risk me shooting them for disturbing us. They’d be idiots.”

Tommy laughs.

Eventually, he’d stop you both, just on the edge of the woods, revealing the next surprise as he pulls out a blanket and basket (prepared with Frances’s help, of course).

“A picnic, Tommy?”

“I told you it was a surprise.”

It’s the best surprise as you both sit there, drinking and laughing as the sky turns dark.

That’s when he lights a fire for you both, letting you huddle close by the flames, eyes gazing at the stars above you.

You listen to him telling you all about the constellations and the stories he learned as a child. The sound of his voice is heavenly and you could easily listen to him all night.

So much so, you’re quick to wish the night would never end, letting you two stay like this, wrapped peacefully in each other’s arms forever.

Finn:

This literal angel is sweet as hell. Like, you better be prepared for the hand made card he’ll have made you… with Polly’s help, of course. He isn’t a hundred percent sure his spelling would have been right otherwise, but for you he’s willing to make the effort to try and write it for you. After all, you’ve more than likely been trying to help him learn to read and write since you started seeing one another.

“Aunt Pol… is heart spelt with two t’s or one?”

“One, Finn.”

“And does angel have a j in it?”

“No, Finn.”

Everyone else thought it was adorable and proof that he truly does love you. They’ve never seen him work so hard on anything in his life.

Your own card is much simpler, because you wanted to make sure he could read it without too much difficulty. You also may or may not have got a bit carried away with drawing hearts and other sketches to fill it instead of trying to use long and complicated words about how much you loved him.

However, neither one of you seem to care. You’re too happy with the cards you receive to care about your own possible mistakes.

You’re also too busy admiring how much of an effort each of you made with your outfits for your date. Sure, it was just drinks and dancing with some of the other teenagers in Small Heath (basically Isiah and his girl) but you’d both gone full out for the occasion.

“Is that suit new?”

“Maybe… John helped me pick it out. Why? Does it look stupid?”

“No, Finn Shelby. You look incredibly handsome,” you beam, toying with his lapels before linking his hand with yours. “I’ll be the luckiest girl there tonight.”

“And I’ll be the luckiest man.”

Oh yeah, you two are reals saps, just as most young lovers are. You’re all nervous glances, laughs and touches as you two dance the night away.

It would also be the night Finn kisses you for the first night, summoning the courage to do it as he drops you off back at your house, just a little after curfew.

It’s worth the risk and as you kiss him back he swears he’s flying the rest of the way home.

Micheal:

Micheal has had his plans in place for weeks, making sure every little detail would be perfect for the two of you. He’s honestly looking forward to it, enough to welcome his mother’s advice as she throws suggestions and tips at him the week before.

“Women like to feel special, Micheal. What about getting her a necklace? Or some chocolates? Fancy ones from France or something.”

“Mum, thanks, but I’ve got it covered. Promise.”

“Are you sure?”

Micheal laughs and tries not to be offended at her obvious doubt. Then again, he’s not always had a track record of being the most romantic or thoughtful with women. Still, he really cares about you and he’s determined not to mess this up.

It’s why he’s chosen the perfect place for you two to spend the evening together: your place.

He’s determined to spend the time just the two of you, and what better way to impress you than cooking dinner for you?

With the bottle of champagne he brought and your favourite records playing in the background, you’re quickly at ease, grinning as you watch him effortlessly chop, dice and season the dish he’s chosen.

How is peeling a potato so sexy when he does it?

It’s honestly impressive, but also because he’s putting so much effort into it which is a nice surprise. As is the way he dances around the kitchen with you whenever there’s a pause in the recipe or a particularly good song comes on.

You’re surprised at his soft singing voice as he holds you, humming along. It’s rare he allows himself to be seen in such a way, relaxed with no one to judge him for being soft or a little off key. In front of the other Shelbys he’s normally desperate to impress them, trying to be tough and nonchalant.

However, you know deep down he’s still the country boy you fell in love with when he first arrived in the city.

By the time you’ve finished dinner, the candles have almost burned out and you know where the evening is headed as you both start to scurry off to your bedroom.

Ada:

Ada is probably the most relaxed of all the Shelby bunch when it comes to special occasions. This is Ada we’re talking about. She’s also probably the most sane of the bunch, so she knows how to act like a normal person.

She doesn’t need anything big or fancy as a gift or some elaborate plan to make her fall head over heels.

A day in the park, with Karl holding both your hands as you walk to the duck pond, is enough to make her look at you with utter adoration in her eyes. She loves how well you both get on, becoming a little family of you own.

It’s why it’s no surprise you all have dinner together, with Karl helping to serve you as your two favourite people spoil you rotten. You normally eat together most days, even if Karl doesn’t normally wear a suit or call you ‘madame’ every time he passes you something like a mini waiter.

Ada smirks at the sight, informing you it’s all Karl’s idea - as is the card he thrusts upon you.

“I made the card myself!”

“You did? Wow, Karl. Look how amazing it is. I love the glitter on the heart.”

“I knew you would. Mum didn’t think so but I won.”

The look Ada gives you makes you want to laugh until you cry as you clearly sense the frustration she must have suffered in the pursuit of Karl’s artistry. It also explains why you’ve been finding glitter everywhere all week.

“Well, I love it. Thank you - both.”

You press kisses to both of their cheeks, grinning as Ada purred something about giving you her card later once Karl’s in bed. You’re eager to return the favour, impatient to give her your own card and gift.

It’s a framed photo of you all, taken one day when you’d all been at the local fair.

The sight of it is enough to make Ada watery eyed as she gives you yours, watching as you unwrap it and gasp in delight.

The book is the next in a series you’d recently started and fallen in love with. However, you were pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be released yet.

“What can I say? Perks of having a librarian girlfriend with exclusive access to advanced copies we’re supposed to be holding on to until next month. I borrowed one and I’m sure they won’t notice.”

“Ada Shelby. You stole a book for me?”

“Borrowed. Not stole.”

You don’t care, too overwhelmed to do anything other than kiss her passionately.

75 notes · View notes

jcmorrigan · 4 years ago

Text

Still drinking the Vincent juice so here’s some more headcanon fun from the Blakeworther OT3 corner

Saw the idea a while ago that Vincent hadn’t noticed how close he’d become to Victor or how handsome Victor was because he was too wrapped up in his rivalry with Albert, and I like that. But consider:

The same dynamic but with Albert and Victor

I know the reason there’s no ship content of just the two of them is because they don’t cross paths in canon, they don’t meet, they don’t mention each other ever. But the thing is, when Taylor pointed out to Albert that he had to leave “all his friends” in G4, he didn’t argue the plural, so that implies he was thinking about more than just Vincent. Maybe by getting up in Vincent’s face every week, he got in proximity to Victor and they had a weird...frienemyship. Like “I’m supposed to hate you because I’m on Team Vincent, but also you’re kinda fun to hang around, so I dunno where that gets us.” They wave at each other if they pass each other on campus.

Victor subconsciously notices that Albert is a beautiful man (and very attractively eccentric) but shoves this down hard because he’s on Team Vincent in this rivalry. So then he ends up getting super jealous of said rivalry, but he thinks that’s because Albert is taking up Vincent’s attention away from him. When in truth, he wants in on the ability to tease BOTH of them.

They make the split. Over in G2, Taylor brings up that Albert must miss his friends, plural, and for a split second he’s just like “Also I really miss the redhead” but that was never his focus so he just ignores that.

He reconnects with Vincent. And in doing so puts himself in proximity with Victor. And from here on is total conjecture because for all we know he’s not allowed within ten miles of Revenge House in canon, but walk with me through AU town.

He shows up in G4 to start hassling Vincent again. And hassle he does. Vincent hassles back. One day during a meeting of the two, Victor comes by to bring Vincent home and Albert suddenly remembers that man, he missed this dude too. And he wasn’t fighting with this dude, not really, so he’s just like “Would you want to go hang out sometime? We could take a long, solitary walk in the dark woods around the wastewater pool. ...Or go to a bar.” And Victor picks the non-murder option of course.

So they go out, just the two of them, no Vincent, and oh, goodness, this is the most legitimate FUN they’ve had in years. They trade Vincent-related gossip, they talk about old memories from college, Albert gets to rattle off FISH FACTS, he dares Victor to get the number of some rando and Victor actually comes back with it to prove he can, Albert sketches Victor on a napkin and signs it and gives it to him to keep, they’re just having a real good time. At some point dancing happens. And their entire mindset is that they’re just two bros catching up after a post-college hiatus. It...doesn’t even occur to them that they’re both pining for the same person and this should set them at odds.

When all of a sudden it hits Albert like a freight train, when he looks at Victor in just the right light, that all this time he spent egging Vincent, he never noticed that VINCENT’S FRIEND IS ALSO BEAUTIFUL AND FUN TO HANG OUT WITH.

So to test the waters, Albert admits that he maybe. Kinda. Sorta took up serial killing and demonology.

Victor guessed that because Albert has no subtlety, but reassures him it’s okay because Victor definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent did books for a corporation that murdered and cannibalized half of G4 and he only saw a moral qualm with this once Vincent got hurt.

(Future adventures of just the two of them may now include CRIME and potentially even random murder.)

And now Victor’s realizing it, oh no, what if he just wanted to be Albert’s rival all along? But he definitely has feelings for Vincent here and now - is it BOTH of them? Is he simping for BOTH of them?

The best part is that this is probably the scenario that would get Vincent to actually make the move to initiate throupling up. Because Vincent might be reticent to tell Victor JUST how deep his trust and loyalty for him goes, preferring to present it as mere friendship. And he DEFINITELY wouldn’t want to admit, even to himself, that he’s so absolutely glad to be trading insults with Albert again. But when Victor comes home from the completely platonic date, and Vincent hears how Victor talks about Albert, and then he has to field a call from Albert the next day that “Your best friend had fun with me last night and not you” -

Vincent figures it out. They’re into each other, too. And at this point he has a choice:

1. He can continue to play dumb, make entirely sure there is no dating between the three of them whatsoever, and then, when Victor finds out that Vincent held him back from getting not one but TWO of his dream men because of his pride, die at Victor’s hands, most likely. That’s...to say nothing of what Albert might do. And all this is only possible if he can get away with NOT ending up in a situation where Victor says “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have feelings for either of us.” Because if that happens, it’s all over.

2. He can just come out with it, fess up, say he’s noticed the other two getting close, and point out the very obvious solution to all this.

He goes with the option that won’t get him murdered or, worse, interrogated to confess on terms that aren’t his own.

Making one leg of the triangle “devoted soul mates who’ve always had each others’ backs,” one “mortal archnemeses who have decided to fully acknowledge the romantic/sexual tension,” and one “two bros who caught feelings and so decided to be partners in crime, and they are LIVING”

#vincent edgeworth #victor blake #albert krueger #blakeworther #somebody take my keyboard away from me #or maybe it's my maladaptive daydreams i need to be banned from #THIS IS WAY TOO SWEET AND FLUFFY. THIS IS A HORROR SERIES I'M -

24 notes · View notes

modernagesomniari · 4 years ago

Text

Fic ‘Measuring the Veil’ Part 1!!!

I’m sorry what? Somni writing something in more than one part!? Surely not!?

Seriously, my dudes, please be nice.

So this fits into Mala Suledin Nadas and features my Eli Lavellan and Solas (Solaveli, if you will). As might be guessed from the title, I wanted to 'novelise' the quest 'Measuring the Veil' as we didn't have any cutscenes for it. This is my first attempt both at the whole novelisation thing and at writing something that's going to be in more than one part and I hope to do more in the future! You can read it on AO3 here.

Solavellan (Solaveli),~6000 words

PG-13

Canon-Typical Violence

*********************

She was alone at the main fire when Solas approached her, most of the others already in their tents. The sun had only just gone down and the pale vestiges of light peeked through the trees that surrounded the camp. Despite the hill they had chosen they were well hidden and the banner of the Inquisition was displayed proudly on the crest of the rise. Not long ago that would have meant very little, but now both the conclaves of mages and templars had been wiped from the King’s Road even the hardened mercenaries that had, for some reason, taken up this eastern stretch of the Hinterlands didn’t mess with them unduly. Still, she liked to sit on the side of the fire where her back was to the jutting wall of granite that protected them from the wind. It meant she could see through the tress in front of them, shadows growing in the gloaming as the weak daylight gave way to darkness. The fires of the Crossroads lit the valley in front of her in strange, eerie lights that still gave her shivers if she forgot where she was - she would never have got this close to so many shems before.

She smiled at Solas as he came to sit on the thick log the soldiers had brought into camp for them. He sat at a respectful distance, but she could have reached to touch him if she wanted. He also didn’t seem to want to talk immediately, so she went back to flicking through the notebook Varric had given her where she’d been taking notes on what they’d found during the day. They may not have spoken all that much since the Breach but enough that she had noted his surprise in Haven when she had seemed curious and excited about his field of study. He was less enthusiastic about her desire to stick up for her people in the face of his disdain. So they carefully walked around each other, still unsure where the pot holes were.

“We are moving further east tomorrow, yes?” Solas asked, quietly.

“Yes, Scout Denver said there were bandits on the road. No point getting Dennet to send all his horses if they’re just going to be picked off.”

“Indeed. I wonder, then, if I might make a suggestion as to our activity?”

His tone made her look over - if she didn’t know him any better she’d say he sounded a little unsure. His hands were relaxed in his lap save for the fact that one of his thumbs was idly moving over the other, almost bashful. She closed her notebook.

“What sort of suggestion?”

He looked up and she took care to keep her expression neutral.

“If I am correct, I believe there may be an ancient elven artefact nearby here.”

“Oh? What kind? In a ruin? I can’t imagine an intact ruin around here with so many shems. What do you think it is?”

She had already figured out that Solas didn’t smile too much, but there was a tiny, unmistakable twist to his mouth where he was clearly trying not to. “That is many questions I have just asked.”

“I seem to remember you telling me that finding ruins was something of a passion of yours, in your Clan.”

She didn’t want to talk about her Clan right now, they’d probably fight.

“Well yes, it was. So what is it, do you think?”

“I believe it to be an ancient mechanism for interacting with the Veil between your world and the Fade. If I am correct, activating such an artefact would strengthen the Veil in the surrounding area. Which in turn…”

“…might make it harder for Rifts to form.”

Mouth still slightly open from speaking, he nodded instead. “Well that would be amazing, if we could. Do you think it would still work?”

“If the ruins are intact, which I believe they are, then yes. We built to last, despite the ruined state of all that can be found of what is left.”

“How did you find out about it?”

“I’d come across them as I dreamed in ruins, ancient and undisturbed by modern hands - I did not see their use until the Breach. But when I knew our path would bring us here I began to search in earnest.”

His face pinched slightly and he looked down at his hands. “These demons threaten all that live around them. Their anger and their fear have made them mad. They can know nothing but destruction, now.”

Eli was quiet for a moment, the sad cadence to his voice sombre and quiet in the evening air.

“You said you’d come across ‘them’ before - does that mean there may be more than this one? That if we could figure out how to make them work, we could protect the Veil in other places?”

He looked at her like she’d surprised him.

“Yes. I imagine so.”

She nodded, something a little like hope blinking into light in her chest.

“Well that is more than worth researching - will you take us there tomorrow?”

Now he smiled, soft in the firelight.

“I would be honoured to do so, Herald.”

She grimaced.

“Oh you were doing so well until ‘Herald’.”

“Ellana, then.”

“Better.”

She checked that he knew she was jesting with him before turning back to the fire and they settled into a comfortable silence. If only for a moment.

“I shall turn in, I think.”

She felt him move beside her and felt something a little like panic. She didn’t want him to go.

“Oh um, Solas?”

“Yes?”

Think think think, wait.

“I was wondering if I could get a little help? I know you showed me before, but I was looking at that last stanza of the Tyrrda epic today and I couldn’t quite work out your shorthand, could you just remind me of a few things?”

She looked up at him hopefully, praying her eagerness wasn’t too obvious in her face. He looked down at her slightly warily for a moment before nodding and sitting again.

“I would not necessarily expect someone to decipher a whole shorthand in one session, which bit is troubling you?”

She (rather shamelessly, she thought) scooted up the log so that they could look at her notebook together. If her hip and elbow bumped against his, well sometimes you had to make sacrifices for knowledge, didn’t you?

She turned a few of the thick pages until she came to the section she had reserved for Tyrrda. She had painstakingly noted down the first stanza they had found, until Solas had offered to take down her dictation. He had learned an ancient form of shorthand in the Fade, he said and had briefly taught Eli how it worked. To be fair to her, she had genuinely been meaning to ask him about some of the more complex passages before this.

As they sat together, he gently took the charcoal she had been writing with into his own fingers to extrapolate on the symbols he’d used. Eli had been meaning to listen, really she had, but no sooner had she noticed that his woollen jerkin smelt slightly of elfroot that she also saw that, in taking the charcoal, he had managed to get a smear of it on his fingers. The black smudge on his pale skin fascinated her, the starkness of it highlighting how long and elegant those fingers were, how dextrous and delicately they moved as they sketched out words or pointed out similarities in pattern. She rather wanted that hand on her, all of a sudden.

“Do you see the connection?”

She looked up from his inappropriately beautiful hand to see his face close to hers, eyebrows drawn slightly together in question. She had no idea what he was asking her and he knew it. Those brows furrowed further in irritation and he looked away, moving to pass the book back. “If you did not want my help…”

“No, no no no, wait, I did. I definitely did, I was just….distracted.”

“Distracted?”

She had never been able to raise one eyebrow and it was very unfair that he could. By Sylaise’s generous bosom, she had always been bad at this bit.

“Yes, you um, you had charcoal on your hand.”

His irritation faded a little as he looked down at his own hand, now seeming merely non-plussed.

“That is wont to happen when using charcoal, yes.”

She nodded, as if in agreement and the irritation came back again. “What in particular about my charcoaled fingers was so upsetting?”

Eli heard herself stuttering and felt her own hands clench together in front of her body. He noticed, too and there was something vulnerable threading through his annoyance now. “I was not about to dirty you with it, if that is what you were worrying about.”

Oh but I really want to you to dirty me with it, was the immediate thought that went through her mind (along with a vivid image of him using the broad palm of his hand to smear it over her naked stomach) and she only hoped she hadn’t said it out loud. She hadn’t, she knew she hadn’t, but clearly her hesitation and something in her face had told him at least something. She couldn’t exactly put her finger on what had changed physically in his expression, but whatever it was made something fizzing and hot in her stomach dip firmly between her legs and back again. “Unless, of course, my dirtying you was not the problem?”

His voice had become darker all of a sudden and neither of them moved for what felt like minutes, Eli acutely aware of the firelight dancing mischievous in his eyes and how very close his face was. He in turn, kept very still except for those eyes, which darted down to where Eli knew her breathing had just sped up and back to her face.

One more moment of heat and the questioning intensity of his gaze, and then he leaned back, a shutter over his expression. He coughed slightly and, to Eli’s horror, she promptly found it incredibly endearing. “Evenings…are not always the best time to learn new things. Perhaps we shall try again on a bright morning.”

Eli needed two tries to get her voice to work.

“Yes. With coffee, that always seems to help.”

His smile was easy and insincere, but there was a gentleness to the way he laid the charcoal over the notebook and pressed them back into her lap.

“I will retire now.”

“Yes, of course. I’ll be there in a momen…I mean, I’ll take some rest as well soon.”

He paused in getting up, something flashing across his face like a smirk before he turned away.

“Indeed, that would be wise. Sleep well, Ellana.”

“You too, Solas” Eli replied, remembering just in time not to use the elvhen. The first time she had wished one of her gods to look fondly on him he’d glared at her with such ferocity that, even in its briefness, she hadn’t forgotten it.

Instead she watched his back as he walked away, once again surprised by his height as he had to bend to enter the canvas tent. Once she couldn’t see him any more she turned back to the fire and let out her breath in a long, slow exhale. She watched the flames tremble in front of her as the air caressed them and then turned her eyes to the sky, where the stars twinkled through the leaves of the trees. She wanted to believe that this was just because he was elven, that he was the most familiar thing that was around her so she was developing feelings that she couldn’t control, but it didn’t ring true to her. She felt more emotionally akin to Varric and she didn’t get distracted by his hands (save for marvelling at the solidity of him). Sera was an elf and, whilst they were playfully flirting with one another that was more because flirting was the safest thing they could do given Sera’s views on the Dalish. Solas was one of the stranger things she had come across, but whilst she had idly wondered how sex with Bull would even work, it was not his strangeness that attracted her to him either. Nor his scholarship, as proved by how badly Eli and Madame Vivienne got on.

He was dangerous, this lone elf. Then again, if Sera’s view on mages represented what most people in Thedas thought, so was Eli herself. They were all dangerous in their own way, perhaps she just liked him. She would need to be careful of herself, but she suspected he was going to be just as careful.

She rose from her seat by the fire and gave Scout Harding, who was watching the road beneath them on the far side of camp, a little wave goodnight before she headed to the tent. Regardless of her feelings for him, if she could get these artefacts working like he said, she might actually be able to start feeling like she was making any sort of difference.

****************

She woke early the next morning, the cold brisk enough she had to fight with herself to stick her feet out of the blankets. Dorian groaned gratefully into his own pillow when she told him not to get up yet, idly waving at her before tucking his hand back into his little cocoon. She threw her blanket on top of his as she left and he grunted in what she decided was gratitude. The morning air was fresh on her face as she left the tent and she outlined the plan for the day to Varric and Cassandra as they sat round the fire drinking hot coffee and munching on porridge with Harding’s local berry jam. As Eli suspected it would, the potential for making it less likely for an innocent farmer to stumble unknowing in to a Terror demon perked the both of them right up.

She had time for a brief burst of embarrassment when she first met Solas’ eye, but he was as polite and distant as he had always been and honestly, what with everyone else milling around them, it was a relief.

They geared up, Bull giving her tips on how to tell if these were real bandits or mercenaries whilst tightening the harness for her staff. They took a moment to smirk at each other as Vivienne pointedly asked Solas if he had any notes on these artefacts for her to study or did he stick to his rustic roots and keep it all in his head? The smirks turned to snickers as Solas politely informed her that he did indeed make notes, but in a language Vivienne would almost certainly not have lowered herself to learn. Not good at being idle, Vivienne then promptly decided that she would visit the cult at Winterwatch and that Bull would accompany her. At this, Blackwall stood from his position by the fire, wiping the last of his porridge off his beard.

“Perhaps I’ll come as well, my lady. I’d like to see if any more of Berand’s men have turned up, the Commander as been asking after them.”

“I suggest taking Sera as well, Madame Vivienne,” Eli added, gently. “These woods are teeming with bears and dogs, you could use a good bow at your back.”

Sera shot her a disgusted look and Eli shrugged, apologetic but unmoved. The Dalish never travelled in groups of less than four if they could help it - all the better for dealing with unexpected shem hunting parties. She saw no reason to change that habit now, not with everything happening as it was.

Her group set off first. She still wasn’t quite used it, just setting off in the morning air free to go as she pleased without running into shemlen. Demons, perhaps, but not shemlen. The Hinterlands were beautiful, their muted mixture of greens, greys and browns laid over the rocky landscape like a blanket. She loved how the lush, fertile arable land was always protected by hard rock or by water, so that the land itself seemed to hold the people that lived on it in its palm, safe.

They passed through the crossroads quite quickly. Eli stuck close to Cassandra and let her reply to the inevitable hails from the refugees and the soldiers. She still felt very uncomfortable being the centre of everyone’s attention. She tried to be grateful that they were whispering behind their hands because they thought she was holy rather than preparing to lynch her because of her ears and tattoos, but it didn’t really help. If Cassandra noticed, she didn’t say anything, for which Eli was very appreciative. She would get used to it, she was sure that she would, but she didn’t have to be accustomed to everything straight away.

Beyond the crossroads was a steady if long hill up to the gate where Scout Denver had been on watch yesterday. Almost as soon as they were through, Cassandra put out an armoured arm in Eli’s way.

“Look. Bodies.”

She wasn’t wrong - a few hundred feet in front of them were three corpses littered with arrows and having bled from deep wounds Eli could see from even here. They weren’t wearing armour.

“They were refugees.” she spat, making a sound of disgust.

“Which is weird given how many holes are in them.” Varric added, a similar expression of distaste on his face. “Speaking from experience, if you’re going for someone not wearing armour you need one arrow, possibly two if your aim’s off. There’s a body there with five.”

“Scout Denver did suspect they were not mere bandits.”

“Damn right, Chuckles. If that’s not a warning you can shave my chest and call me a nug.”

“A warning for what?” Eli asked, taking a step beyond Cassandra’s arm and trying to peer into the myriad of large boulders to no avail, there could be any number of things hiding in there. She felt naked with shoes on, unable to feel the ground beneath her - she really had to start persuading Cassandra to let her go barefoot. Casting a quick envious look at Solas’ pale toes landing gently on the rough mud of the track, she glanced up to his face to see wariness in his eyes and decided to loose her staff from her back. He followed suit and there was a rough slide of metal against metal as Cassandra freed her sword from its scabbard. Varric swore under his breath and the strange clicking of Bianca readying herself followed.

They moved forward along the road, steady but wary. Eli herself strode forward, not to be cowed by cowardly shemlen sneaking around and killing innocent people. They passed the bodies quickly, a brief once-over by Varric telling them nothing other than what Scout Denver had reported - whatever equipment the mercenaries were using, it was quality.

As they approached a jutting outcrop of rock, lined on their left by a steep ridge covered by trees and the right by a sloping hill littered with bits of cliff, Eli caught the first sight of movement. One to her right, suddenly another to her left, then more, like stars twinkling out of cloud. She shared a quick look with Cassandra, enough to send her off into the main group on the right and then the Seeker’s metal mass was charging past her, shield raised and voice clanging through the quiet morning air loud enough to make Eli’s bones shake.

“Take the flankers.” she ordered steadily, feeling the air chill beside her as Solas drew every bit of moisture in the air to his hands. The nearest flanker had enough time to bark out in pain before ice covered his face, Eli already feeling the caress of flame in her palm as she aimed her staff level at the other, who had leapt out of the way as soon as he had seen the ice form, screeching at the others that there were mages. A quick break in the stride of her rhythm and the panicked screams of one of Cassandra’s assailants indicated that Eli had indeed set his entire jerkin on fire. Then it was the ebbing flow of battle, low burn in her arms from wielding her staff, quick bursts of flame, eyes scanning the battlefield to respond best to her allies. The two men trying to flank them were dead quickly and she and Solas turned back to Cassandra just in time to see a bolt from Bianca hurl a man about to strike their Seeker in the back far enough he cracked his head on a boulder.

The men and women were well trained and well armoured - as soon as it became clear the mages were in the fray three of them split off from the group of seven attacking them and started circling round Cassandra’s whirling, slamming, one-woman-army towards them. Eli let the fire loose, trusting that Cassandra’s armour was good enough to take any stray flames that came her way. After a few moments she noticed, suddenly, that of the three mercenaries that had been coming towards them she could now only see two. After a quick assessment of the rest of the fight, she cast her right arm out past Solas’ chest, bumped it once so he noticed, and felt the settling readiness of the flames lying eager in the soil just to their right. Something clicked into place low in her stomach a few seconds later, the fire leaving her and sinking into the ground, ready and waiting. Solas grunted, whether in acknowledgement or approval she didn’t know. At this point she just wanted to make sure he didn’t blow the both of them up by treading where he shouldn’t.

The tide was beginning to slip into their favour. Cassandra was a bulwark, engaging with shield and sword - breathtaking to look at. A shield deflected one blow where a sword slashed out at the calf of a man stupid enough to try and disengage. That same sword came seamlessly up to parry a downward swing as the shield hit the face of the other attacker so hard Eli saw her nose erupt in blood. Two of the mercenaries who had planned to come for the mages had turned back, clearly deciding Cassandra was the greater threat. Eli couldn’t blame them.

Every time the shimmer around Cassandra faded Eli felt an tug in the air from beside her and watched as Solas drew particles of the Fade down through the air around Cassandra to land gently on her skin and turn away any blade that had the audacity to come into contact with it. She had never seen someone lay a barrier with such accuracy before, such grace, like drawing on the Fade was as easy for him as breathing. Perhaps it wasn’t just his hands she admired.

Varric’s shout of pain cut through the battlefield like a knife to her gut. It was raw with that indescribable undertone that told every living thing in earshot that there was something deeply wrong and, content that Cassandra was fine, Eli looked over to see twin daggers retreating from either side of his neck. That fucking knife-wielder had bypassed her and Solas and gone straight for the dwarf, taking him by surprise in the back. Varric crumpled, Bianca getting stuck bolt-first in the ground so he fell awkwardly, half sideways. With a desperate noise she lurched forward only to find Solas’ arm at her stomach. She nearly punched him for getting in the way.

“Wait.”

She watched, wary of others, gasping as the air around him pulled into his body, nearly bringing her off-balance into him this time. His arms drew forward, fingers pulling upwards through the air like he was lifting soil from the ground and fadelight erupted around Varric, two spots of it pulsing at the wounds on his neck. His body rose like someone had taken hold of his glorious chest hair and was pulling upwards. Solas muttered something in elvhen, grunted with effort she felt more than she heard and she watched as Varric’s eyes and mouth opened like he was gasping, the green, like ghostly fire, pouring from his eyes and mouth. Something like wings scooped up under his body, pushing down like they moved through treacle to right him before setting him down on his feet. As Solas breathed out, the cords of his muscles relaxing, the light faded and it was Varric standing there, a brief second of surprise on his face before it hardened.

The mercenary was still there, too.

Eli had enough time to see Varric swing around, Bianca in hand, before the mercenary shouted in rage and simply swung backwards with one of his blades, directly against Varric’s unprotected chest. Blood swept over his fine silk shirt almost immediately and Varric only had enough in him to swing Bianca up and catch the bastard in the chin before he staggered to his knees.

“Varric!”

Fear tight in her stomach, she was about to run to him all over again, but this time Solas’ rigid arm hit her hard enough in the stomach he nearly knocked the breath out of her, his hand tight and bruising around her arm. There was something of a growl in his voice and his face was white with what she realised quickly was rage.

“I have him. Look to Cassandra.”

“But…”

“I have him!”

She took him at his word, a little shaken, pulling a barrier of her own down onto Cassandra and beginning to pick off her targets one by one. She kept glancing over at where Solas had run, ready to help him, but he had moved fast enough the mercenary was still peering over Varric’s body trying to work out if he was really dead this time when Solas reached him. The heavy end of Solas’ staff hit hard and accurate directly at the man’s temple and he fell to the ground like a rag doll that had just had its strings cut. Solas was already kneeling to tend to Varric, something breathtakingly dismissive in how he reached back without looking to cover the man’s face with his hand. The shem’s body jerked once, twice, and then blood and ice burst from his eyes over those pale fingers. Solas didn’t even miss a beat as the man died, bringing his bloodied hand back around him to pull Varric’s shirt away from the wound.

They needed to finish this fight. With both Solas and Varric out of action, it was more difficult to manoeuvre around the remaining mercenaries but, confident that if Solas couldn’t save Varric no one could, Eli moved closer to Cassandra. She jumped to the top of a nearby outcrop of rock and rained fire against them all, until Cassandra lopped the head off the shoulders of the last man with a cry and it was done.

The moment he fell to the ground Eli was running, stabbing the sharp end of her staff into the mud as she slid to her knees beside Varric’s head. She took in his condition quickly, well trained under her Keeper, and to her immense relief Solas had him stable, but he was yet to stitch the wound together.

“Can I help?”

“No.”

Solas’ voice was curt and quiet, but there was a tremor of fury in it that made her sit back slightly, despite herself. She heard Cassandra coming up behind her.

“Will he be alright?”

Eli nodded, glad to see some tension around Cassandra’s eyes release. She cared for him after all.

“I need this out of my way.”

It was Cassandra who stepped forward, grasping Bianca and heaving her out of the ground with a grunt of effort.

“How does he carry this thing around all the time?”

“She probably weighs less for him.”

Cassandra shot Eli a look that told her exactly what she thought of that comment, but she placed Bianca down on the grass with surprising care.

“I will search the bodies and keep watch. Perhaps there will be something on them to tell us why they are here.”

Eli nodded and turned back to the men. Solas’ hand was passing slowly over the gash in Varric’s chest now, skin knitting together under the glow of his palm. There was gore smeared over his knuckles from whatever had spurted from the dead man’s eyeballs, vivid and brutal. Varric’s face was still and very pale beside her knees and she instinctively reached out to brush the hair from his face.

“I said I did not need help.”

“And I heard you, don’t snap at me. I just want to get his hair out of the way. I won’t do anything.”

Solas grunted and Eli muttered a curse under her breath. She had long taught the members of her Clan not to speak to her like that, she wasn’t used to it.

Varric’s red hair was dank with sweat as she lifted it from his face, her fingers lingering to smooth over the stubble on his cheeks. Such a strange sensation.

In the end she kept watch whilst idly stroking the hair at the Varric’s temple, until Solas sat back on his heels with a long breath and whatever magic he was using fizzed away from the air like a breath of wind. Varric coughed under her hand and she leant down, legs tucked under he, so that she could see his eyes as he woke. It took them no time at all to focus, which was good, so she grinned at him.

“Welcome back, Varric.”

He groaned (rather theatrically, she thought) and gingerly stretched beside her, clearly feeling for anything broken. One hand lifted to press at the crook of his neck, prodding at it until he looked, rather incredulously, up at Eli. She smiled, shaking her head and looking over at Solas. Varric huffed a laugh.

“Maker’s balls, Chuckles. No one’s pulled me out of death’s ass that fast since Blondie. And even that was only when he was glowing.”

“Oh there was quite a lot of glowing.”

“Chuckles glowed?”

“No! You did.”

“I did?”

“Yup. Wings and everything.”

“Ugh. Damn spirit healers.”

“Perhaps you would have preferred it had I not.”

Solas’ voice was tight and harsh after their playful banter and it actually took Varric by surprise, a flash of shock making him look very vulnerable as he lay prone on the ground. Eli felt her lip curl again.

“Of course he wouldn’t have preferred it, that’s not what he meant. You’re just looking for something to be angry at.”

She didn’t flinch this time as the full force of Solas’ glare turned to her. “You just saved his life. Twice. I don’t understand why you’re so angry.”

Solas took a breath as if to argue, then let it out without doing so. He looked away from her, looking strangely ashamed.

“It should not have had to be twice.”

The fury had gone from his voice, leaving it just quiet and clearly humiliated. Eli and Varric looked down at one another, equally taken by surprise apparently.

“Chuckles, don’t sweat it. It’s not as if grasping a man by his short and curlies and pulling him from the brink of death isn’t going to be flashy. And, speaking from experience, I felt those daggers go in. I had minutes, if that. You had no time.”

Solas was quiet for a moment, then took a deep breath, ceding the point with a dip of his head to Varric, but still not looking at either of them.

“Perhaps not. Still, it could have been done better. Can you stand?”

It was clear that the conversation was over - he rose from kneeling in one graceful movement, holding out his hand. Varric shot him one more suspicious look before reaching for it, allowing Solas to help him sit, gently and then stand, Eli pushing Varric’s other elbow up from the floor.

“Thanks. Just give me a moment then I’ll be fine. Where’s Bianca?”

She couldn’t help but smile.

“Over on the rock. Cassandra put her there.”

“The Seeker? Cassandra I hope you were polite with my lady!”

Eli let Cassandra’s disgusted sound led the two of them into gentle bickering again, before standing herself and retrieving her staff. Solas was standing next to her, leaning slightly on his own and watching Varric with an expression she couldn’t place. He tensed as she approached, clearly wary.

“I haven’t seen that done before.”

“The revival?”

“No, that I’ve seen, though nowhere near so impressive. I meant the shem.”

He looked at her, confused, until he clearly remembered that he’d frozen a man’s brain to death and looked behind him.

“Ah. Yes.”

“Don’t tell me you learnt that in the Fade?”

“No.”

She waited for a moment for him to elaborate. He didn’t. Fine.

Cassandra was searching the bodies and Eli moved over to join her, rolling her shoulders and shaking out her arms from the exertion of battle. There was a smell of charred flesh here and she was glad it was a good long time until lunch.

“Anything?”

Cassandra stood from where she had been crouching over a woman whose face was just a mess of blood and broken nose.

“Another letter saying to keep people away. This one has the name of a camp, however.”

“Is it somewhere around here, perhaps, given the warning sign by the gate?”

“Indeed. Will we investigate?”

“I think we have to. If they’re really serious about warning people away then more travellers are going to be killed just to make a point.”

“You disapprove.”

“The Dalish don’t have the luxury of being wasteful with life.”

Cassandra nodded, looking over Eli’s shoulder.

“Are you gentlemen done?”

“Nothing a good bath and a better masseuse won’t fix, Seeker.”

“I am ecstatic to hear it.”

“You wound me.”

“Unlikely.”

Solas tutted in annoyance and turned to Eli.

“Where next, Inquisitor?”

“Cassandra?”

“The place the letter mentions is further east along the road, whether we go there now or look for your….”

She was cut off by a distant cry of fear from somewhere south of them, up the rocky slope past where they could see. As they listened, the cry came again, angrier and it was followed by a hollow, undulating call that sent goosebumps down Eli’s arms and a blossom of fear in her gut. Shade.

They all moved off simultaneously, pushing steadily up the rise to the right of the path. Cassandra, eyes hard and ready, lifted a bottle from her pouch and chugged it without breaking a stride, handing another back to Varric. Eli joined Solas in hopping up onto the boulders and using them as stepping stones, leaping lightly from one to another until they reached the brow of the hill and entered into a shallow copse of trees. As they paused, scouting and waiting for the others, she scanned the area behind the trunks and saw merely a brief strip of land before a sheer cliff. She had just enough time to recognise that the boulders there were larger and more shaped - ruins then - before she caught sight of the sickly brown, slithering form of the shade, slipping like oil around a chunk of masonry and followed by a small figure wielding a staff pulsing with crackling lightning. One glimpse of her face, pale and flashing in the light of her own magic, and Eli was momentarily stunned into stillness, hearing an irritated sigh from beside her with a growing sense of dread.

The woman was Dalish.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solavellan hell #solavellan #dragon age fic #I just love writing Solas tbh #and this has been amazing for voice/Eli's voice etc #but there's a long way to go #and thank you to those who have cheered me up about it over the last week or so #even if you don't know you did #<3 #somni #mywriting

10 notes · View notes

starsgivemehp · 4 years ago

Note

Okay! In that case, I think I’m gonna go with Guts for this story. What are some of the things he likes the most? (Food, activities, etc.). Also, do you have any particular picture of where he usually lives? Also, how does he get along with his brother? (Sorry for the spam, I just want to make this good)

rssgiyfgeiuf you’re really gonna write me something? Q,Q bless u fam

Another cut because my god, I don’t shut up lmao

So Guts is, canonically, the horror end of my classic boy Vega! That means that everything that applies to Vega also applies to him. For example:

Vega (and therefore Guts) has voice to color synaesthesia! Different tones of voice that convey certain emotions have different colors. This makes it difficult (but not impossible) to lie to him. For example, joy is often a clear blue, tranquility is cyan, confidence is orange, tiredness is purple, triumph is yellow (and if you see a pattern, you’re right, soul trait colors match up with emotions). Positive emotions tend to be clear and nice, overly-exaggerated emotions (like when a Papyrus is pretending to be confident even though he’s not) are too saturated and bright, and negative emotions are muddy and diluted. This applies to his own voice and anybody else’s voice. He likes blues the best, and he tends to use this ability to comfort people he can tell are faking it or are trying to hide upset. Do note that this overlaps the more voices there are, so while he can handle a little while of being around lots of people, it will overstimulate him soon enough and he’ll really want to cover his non-ears and take a nap to stop the colors everywhere drowning everything else out. Thus, he’s not keen on stuff like amusement parks or big parties or sports fields.

(note that this is a little old and not all-encompassing, so just kinda use what feels right, I think)

Also important to note that Solstice, or Eclipse as he renames himself in Horrortale, is the Papyrus, but he is not Vega/Guts’ brother. He is, in fact, their son. Sol is completely unaware of this fact and thinks they are brothers. See, Vega’s mom is the river person, and her name is Carme (a sans serif font). His father was Roman (or Times New Roman) and he died while Vega was still pretty young, he doesn’t remember the guy at all. Carme has some form of dementia (I’ll be honest, I haven’t done enough research yet to pick) and, while always cheerful and doing her boating duty well, doesn’t often recognize Vega. However, he doesn’t mind much, and he’ll usually sing when he takes the boat, and she’ll sing along. When she does remember, she’ll coddle him gently.

Vega was in love with Gaster, who was a completely unrelated skeleton and the royal scientist. I dunno if they were officially married, but they were living together and had a son, Solstice (Gaster carried). Sol was still a baby when Gaster fell into the core, and everyone but Vega forgot about him. Vega found it difficult to raise a child on his own, and his mother wasn’t that bad mentally yet, so he decided to pretend it was his baby brother and have his mom help him raise the kid. By this point, now that Sol is a functioning adult, Vega could tell him, but he has no idea how to bring it up and explain, so he just keeps the lie since it’s easier. It doesn’t trouble him much. He is, however, worried that he may develop whatever Carme has and his own memory will start to go, and he’ll slip up and call Sol his son.

(shitty sketch is shitty)

In terms of how they get along, before the verse was horror-fied, Vega was endlessly patient with Sol, who has anxiety issues. But Vega also kinda has depression, so they’re a little co-dependent. He eases Sol’s anxiety a lot and Sol picks up the slack and gently bullies him to take care of himself. Sol is not a great cook, but Vega will honestly eat anything, so if Sol asks how it is, he can truthfully say he likes it (even if nobody else would) and everyone is happy. Vega works all the usual Sans jobs underground, and he’s just an all around dad guy. Super soft, super patient (it’s his soul trait), gentle and always smiling even when a little sad. His philosophy about life is basically to savor the little things, because you never know what you have until it’s gone, and the big things aren’t so overwhelming if there are lots of little things.

He’s a big fan of mac n’ cheese, and he likes little cut up hot dog (cat) pieces in it, with little octopus legs. Mac n’ seas. Also he’ll throw in broccoli sometimes to be healthy. He’s also really big on pretty much any other kid-friendly, easy to make food, like peanut butter and jelly, chicken nuggets, stuff like that. He does, ofc, drink ketchup and put it on all his food.

Vega is pretty old, about 500, I’d say, and Sol is almost 400 himself, so they’re among my older muses, but there are ones waaay older. He’s also a shortie, he’s only 4��6″. He tastes like vanilla. He also has a daddy kink (soft, very paternal in bed), and he’s into pillow humping, tentacles, sensory deprivation, and massages, but he’s asexual and his sex drive is relatively low. He rarely wants anything more than once or twice a month, and he hardly has two heats a year.

SO THAT’S ALL VEGA, and when his verse horror-fies and he becomes Guts, a lot of that stays intact, but there are some changes. If you follow canon horrortale, it’s fairly similar in terms of what happened to him, but reactions are a little different because he’s so soff. He did basically get backstabbed by Alphys and Undyne, who thought his magic was special enough to revive the core, and thus Undyne broke his head open. The difference is, none of it worked in the first place, and he didn’t get revenge on anyone, he just quietly went back home and stewed and tried his best to help his neighbors by hunting humans. He refused to eat human, though, so he was starving for years on end, to the point where he started to drool tar. He did 100% feed it to Sol without Sol being aware of it, to keep him alive and semi-healthy. When he hunts humans, he’s extremely regretful about it. He tricks them with creepy grins and quick movements, and he doesn’t hesitate when he brings the axe down, but usually, as he’s bringing it down, his smile will fade and he’ll give his best ‘I’m sorry’ look to them, because he really does feel fucking awful about it.

Eclipse is a pretty typical horror Pap, cheerful and cool with eating humans but still trying to be a good person. I don’t do the whole “Pap can’t hear shit and mistakes words” song and dance because it kinda irritates me, personally, and besides, as I mentioned in the last post, Guts barely talks anyway. He has gotten a little better at cooking, and while he’s frustrated with Guts refusing to eat human, he will obey Guts’ wishes and not feed him any.

Guts is EXTREMELY frustrated about his communication issues often, because he stalls out on signing, and when he tries to write, he has trouble scratching out the full shapes of letters and his handwriting is atrocious and he’s completely disgusted with it. While he can use words at times, he’s unhappy with his coloring (because it’s usually muddy purplish/tired or red/irritable these days). The best workaround he discovers, with help, is to communicate solely in emoji and punctuation. He’ll use emojis like the :pray: emoji for please, the :slight smile: for thank you, and the :face with bandage: to refer to himself in third person. The emojis work for his brain because he doesn’t process them as “language” with a grammatical structure, but merely pictures that can help him express his emotions.

Guts is far more tired than Vega, and while he does still somewhat have an urge to dad people, he’s been through so much trauma and difficulty that he’s a lot more needy and crumbles easily when someone else parents him instead of the other way around. He loves being picked up and snuggled and pet and loved on, and he naps when he’s safe and purrs when he’s doted on. He knows he’s cute and he owns it, tbh.

He struggles with eating, sometimes. I mentioned that whatever he’s eating has to include meat, but sometimes, he’ll get all up in his head about it if it’s human, and he’ll leak the tar more trying to hold himself back. Times like that, he needs reassurance of what the food is and that it’s okay to eat, pretty much constantly, while he stuffs his face before he can think about it too hard.

He is homeless when they reach the surface, because he finds it extremely difficult to find a job without talking. He usually begs on street corners with a sign or stays at a homeless shelter, not keeping much stuff. A few books, a picture of his bro, some clothes, that’s about it. He hides his situation from Eclipse a lot, because Eclipse went right off to culinary school and fuck if Guts will make him come back and sacrifice his dreams to take care of his invalid brother/father (and honestly part of that is just me not liking playing classic Papyrus much lmao).

In terms of activities/hobbies, he does kinda still like cooking simple foods, but he doesn’t often get the chance. He’s always fond of napping, and he likes listening to calmer kinds of music. Some alt rock, some instrumental, some ballads. He likes to feed birds at the park sometimes, because he hangs out there. He doesn’t really do much else.

Sexually, despite still being asexual, he’s more open to having sex more often, probably in part because he went a very, very long time without any and he kinda missed it. He’s still lazy in bed, having mostly the same kinks but subbing more. Also, he doesn’t automatically get turned on by eating (like Arum), but if his partner rubs him off while feeding him by hand, he’s pretty into it. Overall he is an overtired dad who is really, really thankful when someone finally says “hey, you’ve been the dad enough, let me baby you.”

This got way longer than expected, but I’m always happy to ramble, and if you need more info, just lemme know!

I leave you with this meme:

#mun responds #guest muse: vega #guest muse: guts #rambling #Anonymous

1 note · View note

bracefacefreak · 5 years ago

Text

Beware long post below. Just some thoughts I had whilst I was re-reading twilight......

1) Sarcastic Bella is love. Sarcastic Bella is life. 2) No one can take away my headcanon black!Emmett with gorgeous tightly curled hair. Plus this means that he can totally teach Jasper about racism and why fighting for the Confederates was WRONG and they can support anti-racism charities together. 3) Jess’s little comment about Esme not being able to have children makes me so sad. 4) Ok, so Carlisle is a freaking surgeon. Like he spends his days elbows deep in people’s abdominal cavities. I have even more respect for him now if that’s possible. 5) Charlie’s lil crush on the Cullens is tots cute. 6) Wasted vampire trope #1 - the base instinctual fear that all human characters have around vampires, even though they can’t understand it. 7) Apparently Alice doesn’t give a shit about appearing human 8) Cute sibling moments-why didn’t we get these in the films? 9) What was the whole ‘electric current’ sensation that passed between Edward and Bella in science class? Is that ever explained? Do vampires conduct electricity now? 10) God damn it Charlie Swan, stop being precious. Also the fact Bella gets so choked up about her dad putting snow chains on her truck makes me so sad. Poor girl.

11) “No blood, no foul.” Not even trying to subtle are you Edward. 12) “...the doctor was in on it.” Literally almost fell over laughing. Poor darling Carlisle. 13) God, I forget all the angry scowling and even angrier silences. 14) I fucking love Bella’s petty inner monologue about rear-ending Ed’s volvo. Girl after my own heart. 15) Sam Uley-totally forgot he was only 19! 20) So Carlisle has been coming to forks for centuries. Even before the first settlers reached there. Interesting little fact nugget. 21) Angela is GAY! FFS Smeyer. 22) Bella’s equally petty inner monologue about non-fatally wounding Tyler so he can’t take her to the dance. This girl is a mood. 23) You know Emmett absolutely rinsed Edward about all his mooning and pining during their hunting trip. I’m talking about made up ridiculous cringe-worthy joke poetry about Bella’s eyebrows and some rather grotesque smooching faces. 24) “We all like to drive fast.” I totally headcanon that Esme is a fucking terrifying driver, after all she has shit to do-crazy vamp kids to keep in check, houses to restore, a very pretty husband to bone. 25) So much unsubtle foreshadowing. 26) “Grizzly is Emmett’s favourite.” This is 100% Emmett’s revenge on bear-kind for his almost-demise. 27) Wasted vampire trope #2 - vampires are able to communicate in tones too low and too high for humans to hear. Other animals however are a different matter. It’s not unusual for private conversation to be interrupted by baying dogs and the irritated meows of cats. 28) Why can Bella see blue veins in Edward’s arms? He doesn’t have blood? Did you even proofread this Smeyer? 29) Edward’s fears about facing Esme - I can just imagine Carlisle coming home to find Esme holding Edward there in a headlock, before looking up and saying your father’s here now, lets talk. Also poor Carlisle having to face Esme that evening and tell her Ed’s gone. 30) Wasted vampire trope #3 - the what Edward talks about his human feelings being hidden deep beneath his stronger vampire ones. I don’t feel we get to see much of this except for a few episodes of over-protectiveness and growling. This could have been much more interesting. 31) I would pay good money to hear more about Carlisle and Esme’s increasingly ridiculous and disastrous plots to try and get Edward and Rosalie together. I mean we think of them as the wise, mature adults but we all know that the Cullen children get some of their crazy from their parents. 32) I want an AU where Alice didn’t get her visions of Jasper and the Cullens and went absolutely feral, when the Cullens do run into her it’s as an enemy who they eventually persuade to their way of life.....or not. 33) Jasper’s gift is absolutely terrifying....I mean being able to manipulate people’s emotions, get them to feel what you want and by extension behave as you want. Ed even says he can use it on a crowd. That’s like supervillain level. 34) “You are mythical after all.” Ok so now I want an extended world of fantasy/horror/mythical beings. I’m talking mermaids/sirens, fay folk, ghosts etc. Make Forks like Gravity Falls or something. Please. 35) Edward whiny bitch Cullen repeatedly asking Bella if she’s going to tell her Dad that he’s her boyfriend. And if you think he stops doing this once their married, you’re wrong. 36) Edward’s forehead kisses are tots something he learned from watching Esme and Carlisle. I will die for this headcanon. 37) Edward tasting Bella’s tears. WTF!? WHY? WHAT AM I READING SMEYER!? 38) Carlisle found a real vampire nest at 23 years of age. He is canonically too clever for his own good. FFS sweety. 39) I forgot how much I enjoyed the part with Carlisle’s backstory. Also my poor bby boy suffered through his transformation without making a single noise. Even human!Carlisle had the self control of a saint. 40) Wasted vampire trope #4 - I know this has been mentioned before but the whole, vampires don’t need to breathe and get no relief from it but do it as habit. What other human habits and sensations do they have which have been altered by their transformation. 41) Aro and Carlisle playing tricks to try and get each other to drink from the other’s food source. It didn’t work cause of vamp smell obviously. I know I write this as if it’s playful, but we all knows Aro was a total bitch about it. 42) Edwin. Charlie Swan you are precious. Never change. 43) WHY DIDN’T WE GET TO SEE ALICE AND EMMETT HOLD HANDS IN THE FILMS! 44) “Occassionally Esme would call them to order.” I would pay good money to see this. Also does ‘ that include them’ include Carlisle? 45) Edward muttering a string of swear words both old and new, in multiple languages under his breath is a mood I recognise. 46) “Esme and Carlisle, they’ll have to leave, to hide forever!”.....”We’ve been there before.” I want this and every story of all the stupid reasons why the Cullens have had to flee the state/country in the past. Carlisle sometimes wonders whether all the trouble is worth it. This never happened when he was on his own. 47) I am unsurprisingly very much in favour of growling, snarling Alice Cullen. 48) Why does Bella have a secret cash hoard? Is that normal? Is it in case Renee’s dealers turn up demanding money? (Can you tell I’m not a Renee fan.) 49) Of course Esme installed fucking bombproof shutters on their house. My girl is so freaking extra. 50) How many speeding tickets have the Cullens collected over the years? 51) “He seems to stay just far enough away that I can’t hear what he’s thinking..” Was this just coincidence or did James somehow know about Ed’s power? 52) Alice sketches her visions sometimes - it’s something Esme taught her because sometimes her visions are so weird or disturbing or exhausting that Alice can’t voice them herself. So Esme came up with this way to try and help her get it out. 53) Wasted vampire trope #5 - vampires can speak so fast that humans can’t understand them. Just imagine Bella wandering in on a family discussion at the Cullen house and all she can hear is a high pitched squeaking because everyone is talking super fast. 54) Alice’s backstory makes me so sad 55) “Alice had a bit too much fun fabricating the evidence.” Ok, so two things: one, I absolutely wish we could have seen Alice destroying shit and two, I still don’t understand how they managed to convince anyone Bella fell down a flight of stairs, like did they have to push her down the stairs to ensure it looked realistic, did Ed spend ages artistically placing her in a suitable position. How did this work? 56) Also love that everyone just accepted that Bella would fall down stairs and through a window, she’s just that much of a clutz. 57) Also they stole a car and burned down a dance studio. The Cullens should have started a crime family, they wouldn’t have been good at it but it would have been hilarious. 58) Bella should have grown up with Charlie. End of. Renee sucks. 59) Charlie is absolutely crushing on Carlisle and I love it.

#sorry not sorry #twilight #reread #book #smeyer #mine #my thoughts

11 notes · View notes

holocron-inthe-restrictedsection · 5 years ago

Note

Okay it's a lot but: 1, 2, 11, 12, 13, and 19 for Lethaa and Naras? (Feel free to substitute/add any questions you'd like to answer!) 🌺💕

Yesssssss I was so excited to get this! Thanks, Mercedes! ��

So, this got reeaaaally long and rambly. My bad. I just have a lot of thoughts about these two, and I’m excited to share. Click “keep reading” to see my response!

(also, sorry if it formats weirdly - I copy-pasted from a word doc, and tumblr mobile doesn’t like that for some reason)

Ask me questions about creating my OCs!

1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

For Lethaa, it was her name and position. For Naras, it was the descriptor “the Togruta senator’s wife”

They popped into my head at about the same time. I created them to be throwaway characters in a short story I wrote called “Shall We Dance” (I may someday go back to it and add a few chapters. No promises). There was some dialogue between Anakin and Obi-Wan about different controversial viewpoints in the Senate, and I just needed a senator or two to mention in passing. –

“But these are some of the most outspoken public figures in the Republic. Take Senator Lethaa Daal.” [Obi-Wan] flashed a smile in the direction of the Togruta senator and her wife as they passed. The women returned the smile and made their way arm-in-arm into the grand hall. “She has been very scornful regarding the Senate’s tendency to dedicate resources to systems that are strategic to military movements, as opposed to who needs it most.”

It might have ended there, but I received feedback from a few different readers saying how they appreciated the mention of Senator Daal’s wife. There seemed to be an interest, so I sat on the idea of them for a while.

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

Since Lethaa was fully fleshed out first, I made Naras with Lethaa in mind. I knew I wanted her to have her own objectives and life – she couldn’t continue to just be “Lethaa’s wife”. So I tried to give her a profession that was critical in its own way, which is why I went with healing, so that their “importance” (for lack of a better word) was equal to each other.

I guess Lethaa was partially created in response the frustrating politics of the galactic senators. They all make their alliances, play the game to get the upper hand, all while gaining very little ground. I wanted to make a character that found the subtly of politics maddening, and wasn’t afraid to get in someone’s face and tell them exactly why their policies or views were dumb or harmful. I wanted to make someone who could be aggressive without calling into question their moral alignment.

And while it’s not a character, I really really wanted to design or add to a culture that doesn’t get explored much in the Star Wars universe. I took what elements I could find about Togruta culture from Wookipedia, but it was rather lacking, so I made up the rest. I already loved Togruta designs, and wanted characters that could interact within their own culture.

3. How did you choose their name? (Added this because it was Relevant)

If my memory is right, Lethaa Daal’s name came from combining a few names I found on the Togruta name generator (which I HIGHLY recommend btw). I decided to keep it after I finished her design because the first name reminded me of “lethal”, and by that point I knew that was a good descriptor of her. ‘Daal’ came about because I tend to put way too many A’s in my togruta names, and I was for some reason thinking about Roald Dahl at that time, but I also found that I liked how it could be mispronounced as “doll”. I was highly amused by the idea of a “lethal doll” – woe unto anyone who looked at Lethaa and only acknowledged her for her beauty.

Naras Tyn came about because lots of my female ocs tend to have names that end in A or E (IE/I/Y, etc), and I didn’t want to do it again. I wanted a short last name, and I just liked how “Tyn” sounded – it was concise and melodic. ‘Naras’ I think also came from the name generator. I remember being bummed when I realized it sounded so similar to Barriss and Maris (already existing characters), but by that time I was attached. Her first name just sounds calming, and it just sounded right imagining Lethaa calling for her.

11. Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

Heck yes I did. There really wasn’t any hesitation. The thought process went: Senator –> Togruta Senator –> female Togruta Senator –> has a spouse –> a wife, cuz why not. And that was that.

12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

Everything.

Lol, jk. I mean, as much fun as I have with all the colors and markings of the two, my own drawing ability is kinda limited in terms of body positions. So some things I’d love to draw (Lethaa vs. the rancor, Naras on a medical mercy mission during the Clone Wars, etc.) are taking a long time for me to sketch out. It can be frustrating, but it’s a work in progress.

And writing is hard too. The story ideas in my head play out as nice little movies. Getting it all down on paper while conveying emotion without overloading, describing setting, and making it engaging – that’s all trickier.

But overall, the most difficult thing is trying to figure out what exactly I’m going to do! I have other OCs I want content for, and canon characters I want to explore – and then I have to decide between drawing and writing. There’s not enough hours in the day for me to draw and write everything I want, so I have to pick and choose.

13. How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

Still a work in progress. I jump from one event to the next without writing it in chronological order. I’ve started their story before the start of the Clone Wars, sometime between episodes I and II. Might write some earlier snippets about their childhoods (though they didn’t meet until they were adults).

I’ve got some ideas for what they do during the Empire era (some of which was influenced by one of the Star Wars D&D games I play), but I haven’t written any of that out yet. I do know they live to see the fall of the Empire, and the emergence of the New Republic. They pass away peacefully of old age on Shili.

19. What is your favorite fact a fun fact about your OC?

I had to change this from “favorite” to “fun” because I like everything about them and I’m still developing them. So I thought I might drop a little trivia that I haven’t managed to work into any stories or art yet.

Lethaa was on a hunting trip with her father – Barin – and a few others in her twenties. After her cousin killed their prey, Barin asked her to prepare the meat for dinner. She did her best with it but waaaaaaay overcooked it, and when Barin asked about it, she said, “I… never actually learned how to cook meat.”

Bewildered, Barin said, “But we’ve been on dozens of hunting trips! How could I have never taught you??”

And Lethaa’s just like, “I was the one to kill the prey on most of those trips.”

And Barin and the others can’t help but laugh, because according to tradition, the one who kills the prey while hunting in a group is served the first piece, but never is the one to prepare it. So it makes complete sense that she never had to cook it, because she was always served the first dish. Her cousin actually liked his meat overdone, though, so he was perfectly fine with his meal.

Also, I just came up with this so I have no idea of the context, but there is a 100% chance that there was an instance or two where Lethaa – tall Amazonian though she is – couldn’t reach something. Unable to climb to retrieve it and without a stepstool, muttering darkly, she would disconnected her prosthetic arm and used it as an extender to pull it towards her.

Naras can fall asleep anywhere. Even before she became a physician/healer, she had the uncanny ability to close her eyes and be asleep within minutes. Lying down, standing while braced against something, sitting, lounging between skyfaring silks (she’d gotten bored waiting for her Gatalentian friend to come back from the holocall he’d had to take). No nap is too short – she wakes feeling rested even if it’s only been five minutes. She wakes easily, fully alert.

Naras sings and hums to her plants and patients. It’s not uncommon to walk into her clinic and hear her singing a folk song or a current hit. She definitely encourages sing-alongs anytime nervous children are brought in, and at night broadcasts spiritual songs important to Togruta culture over the PA system – at a very quiet volume, of course. Naras has a garden at home – a singfruit tree surrounded by flowers and bushes, some of which are not native to Shili – and the plants routinely get hummed and sung at as she tends to them. Lethaa loves waking up in the morning to hear her wife’s singing voice drifting in from an open window.

Thank you again so much for the ask!! This was a lot of fun!Also, I really do appreciate your interest in my OCs (especially these two). It means a lot to me 🌺🌷

4 notes · View notes

genomynt · 6 years ago

Text

Unexpected Facts

A mini-fanfic for SaboKoa week 2018! Day 4: UNDERCOVER

Author’s note: This is the prequel from the Day 2 drabble that I wrote for the SaboKoa week~ This may be a bit longer or if you guys want me to continue it with further chapters, I can do so! I used female pronouns to Ivankov and treat her as a transgender. Take note that the setting of the story is based on the behind-the-scenes of the Reverie. This is only a fanfiction, anything that happens here is not related to the canon story of One Piece. I also used Nantokantte’s first name, Sarie, instead cuz it’s too long -_- Also, English is not my first language, so please bear with me. XD Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings: Drunk Koala, swearing, contains spoilers for those who are not manga-readers, hidden Vine joke ahead.

Wordcount: 5,045

Sabo sat restlessly in the underground heat with Lindbergh, Karasu, and Morley. He can’t stand the truth to accept that Kuma, their gentle Kuma is now a slave under the filthy hands of the Celestial Dragons. He just expressed his anger by telling them there are only two products of their mission: Death or Success. Which, he can’t let the first option to happen. His pace loops around the secluded space and Morley decided to cut the thick atmosphere, “S-Sabo-san, look, about what you have said, we need more men to infiltrate them and rescue Kuma.”

“I agree,” followed Lindbergh and Kuro came with a nod. “No, we can’t sacrifice any more men. We’ve lost enough soldiers from what happened in Baltigo and I mustn't increase their number again as the next leader for the next generation.” His stern voice made them swallow. “But, Sabo—” Lindbergh was cut by the ringing Den Den Mushi which he immediately answered. “Yes? Yes, sir. Sabo, Sir Dragon wants to talk to you.” Lindbergh hands the phone to him and Sabo take it with a sigh before he grips on it.

“Sir?”

“Sabo, so you’ve successfully hidden underground huh?”

“Yes, and I have a heartbreaking report sir,” he paused and swallowed a lump before he continued. “Kuma was captured and is in the hands of the Celestial Dragons as Slave.” Silence followed after, “In that case, I’ve sent some additional manpower to help you save Kuma and overthrow your brother—”

“He was never my brother,” Sabo interjects. “Stelly,” Dragon corrected, “And you don't have to send any additional people to sacrifice this mission." Sabo interjects again."Too late, boy, I've sent Ivankov, Betty, and Koala." Sabo heard the breathy grin Dragon made. "No, wait— you send girls?! That's—"

"My final decision. Meet them later at night at the dock; they will be arriving on the boat."

"Yes, sir," Sabo copied and ended the conversation.

————

Sabo with Karasu went to their rendezvous, "They're here." Sabo looked through the lens of his telescope and lowered them as their figure is drawing nearer to dock. Karasu offered his enormous arms to help the ladies disembark with their luggage.

"Vmy, it's been a while, Karasu-chan," Ivankov cooed, "How're your flying friends doing?" Karasu answered with a thumbs-up that made Ivankov frowned. "Still a man with a few words, ey? Some things never changed," Ivankov shifts her eyes to Sabo and smiled. "I'm glad you arrived safely, ladies."He smiled, "I've heard what happened to Kuma," Betty said with a cigarette between her teeth. "So have you decided to send to rescue him?" She blows a smoke, "Pardon me, Betty-san, I'm not fond of second-hand smoking." Koala coughed and swayed her hand into the smoke in the air. "Oh, sorry," Betty stomped on the cigarette. "Well, allow us to accompany you to our underground, it's not a long walk, Morley is waiting for us," Sabo said as they made their way through their hideout.

“Did Dragon-san tell you why we’re here?” Koala asked out of nowhere. Sabo let out a heavy sigh before he replied, “Yeah, just to bring more manpower he said, but he only mentioned that after I learned that it was you gals.” Koala raised a brow in his tone. “Anything wrong about that?” she clenched her teeth phrasing her sentence. “Oh, looks like Sabo-chan doesn’t want Koala-chan to babysit her…” Ivankov turned her enormous head to Sabo’s side but he just replied with a long hum. “Eh? The chief-of-staff is being babysat by the Fishman Karate teacher?” Betty grinned as she rests her sunglasses to her head. “It’s been a decade,” Koala sighs with that comment.

“Morley we're here!” Sabo waved at Morley as if he didn’t hear anything. Morley grinned stretches from ear to ear."Betty-saaan! Koala-saa—""Hush now, Morley, dear!"Ivankov warned, "They might hear us!" Morley dropped his head, "I'm sorry," he initially used his Devil fruit powers to made a path to the underground. Sabo leads the way by lighting his hand with his flame as their guide to the secluded hideout. Karasu puts down the luggage as they gather around the table. Sabo removed his white coat and hang it on the back of the chair and grips his hand on it, "Dragon-san didn't mention how do we infiltrate Stelly in his current residence, I suppose that we start a strategy?" He started. "A lot of guards is on its posts and it's hard to infiltrate them."

"I suggest we go in different posts," Lindbergh suggested. "Betty and I will go with the communications, Morley will hide in the underground until we gave the signal to make a riot to distract them to escape if something happens." He showed his sketch of the plan on the table. "And how will we able to do that?" Sabo asked. "And what will be the others' assignment?" Ivankov answered him by sliding him an envelope in front of Sabo. "Vi got it from a bar while Vi was disguised with my hormones, and he expects me to come with him," she shrugged her shoulders, "But Vi think that this invitation suits for you and Koala-chan." Sabo opens the envelope as he read the invitation for two: The Celestial Dragons has received the Elders' commands to invite: Mr. Edicius and Ms. Ivankov to the Astraea Grand Masquerade Ball. He raised an eyebrow to Ivankov.

"So do you guys dance?" Ivankov asked.

—————

Stelly savors his luscious meal on sitting on his cushioned, velvet seat. "Dear, the Reverie will be in a few days, aren't you excited? And a grand ball will be held before that!" Sarie Nantokanette joyously drank her wine with her pinky rose in the air. "Imagine what gown I will wear!" She lowers her glass and her eyes gleamed under the chandelier above them with greed, "Oh, I'd better get my dress sewn by the best seamstress in this damn place or I would like a filthy commoner!" She pulls her ruff with a frown. "Don't worry dear, we'll get it in no time," reassured Stelly as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. "Oh, and have you heard the news, dear?" Sarie guides a hand to her mouth as if she were shocked, "Celestial Dragons has been tracing fishmen as their top in-demand order if slaves!"

"Oh? I thought that they only prefer human slaves?" Stelly raised a brow, "I thought so too, but it seems time has changed."Sarie smiled at her wine glass." You know, I think I might get myself a slave too, "Stelly sliced the tender meat on his platter. "Father kept a log of slaves given to him by the Celestial Dragons as a token of appreciation for his nobility and partnership with him. They said it might be for his future use. What surprises me from what I've read from the log is that some slaves were reported to escape and when the escapees were been retrieved, it was recorded that one of them is missing, which its location is unknown yet." He paused and drank his last gulp of wine, "One of the slaves was tortured and was forced to tell where did the rascal go, and he said the slave fled with the fishmen, which sounds dubious, like who's a fool to come with those stinking fishmen?” Stelly let out a guffaw that fills the dining room.

—————

Koala received a newspaper from the News Coo on their alternative hideout in an old abandoned house just above their underground. She read the latest headlines which are written in bold and capital letters:

CELESTIAL DRAGONS OPEN FOR FISHMEN AS SLAVES

Saint Rossward says that a huge number of celestial dragons were demanding fishmen to be their slave for their rare physique and unimaginable strength. Various fishmen, pirate or not, had been captured and collared by some of the notable celestial dragons as their own. Other reports say that they are hunting down and tracing members of the famous disbanded Sun Pirates considering them as a slave as they—

"Koala," Sabo greeted from her back as he descended from the stairs. "Is that the daily newspaper?" He tilted his head on Koala's back where she suddenly hides the broadsheet. "Oh, oh yes," she hands him the newspaper to him and walks away. "My, this damn Celestial Dragons were out of their minds, huh? Getting fishmen in all ages as their slave..."Sabo's voice echoed softer as she headed to Betty and Lindbergh outside the house. "Betty-san, Lind-san, may I have some of your gin? Where do you have them?" Betty lowered her sunglasses as she puffed a smoke, "Wow, I didn't know that you drink Koala, anything wrong?" She asked.

"Nah,"

"Suit yourself, it's on the basement" Lindbergh took a huge gulp from his mug of beer. "I will not drink today, I'm just curious how did you manage to bring that amount of alcohol during this mission." She rests a hand on her waist. "I do my things my way, girl. Drinking for me eases the mind and think about what words should I say when cheering people up; you can say it as my meditation while drinking." She winked. "Okay, but don't abuse yourselves," she said with a fake smile that Betty noticed and headed to her room upstairs.

She sat on her spring bed, old, and tattered, which reminds her of her past, she removes her frilled blouse just down through her elbows and turned around the mirror to see her scar. "Ugh." was all that she said as wants to see the full view of it but it didn't. She looks at her lamp table and reread the invitation.

"So do you guys dance?"

"I don't dance, Iva-san," she sighed dressing up and landed her back on the bed, arms spread on her both sides, as she looked at the ceiling fan rotate. "I've never danced." She gripped on the sheet remembering what she had read on the newspaper; those words were nothing but horror to her pooling tears on her eyes. She considered the Sun as her family. She hasn’t told to anyone about her past, except to Ivankov and Inazuma. Ivankov used to bathe with her with her feminine physique when she was just fresh from the trauma and newly recruited in the army.

“Vhat’s this, my child?” Ivankov stopped undressing the young Koala, and she remained silent. “It’s okay, dear, you’re safe here,” Ivankov assured her with a smile on her face. as she helped her to step on the water-filled tub and joined her.

“What’s a revolutionary army?” Koala asked meekly playing the waters in the tub, “Well, we fight,” Ivankov wets hair and squeezes a handful of shampoo and lather it on her damped hair. "We fight what we think what is right, when people are blinded in these corrupted doings of the government, we have to change that and to make peace to the world. “If you want to promote peace, then why fight?” “Oh, dear, how can Vi explain to you, child? “Ivankov sighed. “You’ll know when you grow up.”

“Okay,”

She keeps on thinking nostalgic things that could ease the pain that she is feeling in her chest. What if someone noticed her on the day that she escaped? Do they know about her? Has her scar been revealed on her tattered clothes from her escape from her village? What if her mom didn’t tell the marines? Questions bothered her thoughts as she locked herself in the room in the meantime and she had an idea to practice her dance to ease herself. She found some dusty books inside an old shelf; blew the dust and wiped it off. The art of Music and Entertainment engraved on the spine, she opened the book turned the page to her desired chapter.

Illustrations of dance steps printed on the pages, she tried to mimic each step but the room doesn’t have enough space for her to move, “How embarrassing,” she murmured.

—————

The day will be tomorrow night. Sabo studied the map of Stelly’s current residence, which is a mansion, and the chosen venue of the ball, “It’s been a while to attend such gathering.” Sabo runs his fingers on the huge map rolled on the table. “Don’t you think it would be fun?” Betty said, “We’re not there to have fun, we’re in a middle of a mission,” his voice is stern.

“Dancing?” Betty snorted,

“Not just it. There’s this guy and that one, we need to take down,” Sabo hands pictures to her, “The first guy is this Edicius which I would go by a name to, and the other guy, is one of the main guards in Stelly’s document room,” he added.

“What’s inside the room?”

“Boxes and shelves of files and important records are stored in there,” he added. The agenda is we have to find the slave logbook where Kuma is recorded,” he said. “Then we will head to where he is being kept. He points a pin on the map while drumming his fingers on the table. “Fine, then we will stay here to connect you with you guys,” Lindbergh polished his new invention with his hands carefully. “By the way, does Ivankov be staying here?” Betty asked. “She volunteered to come with us, but she will not go to the ball, maybe she will be staying at the carriage.” Sabo added, “Any dashing outfit for the gentleman?” Betty grinned with her lighted cigarette. “I do have some spare clothes for the night,” he said.

—————

Bartholomew Kuma sits on the cold floor tainted with dried blood from the previous slaves that have probably died and tortured in place, his dried blood mapping his white clothes, his open wounds gave tingles in the cold wind, his stomach rumbles for days, but he never showed expressions in years. He reads his worn-out Bible under the only small thin light provided by the moonlight. “How’s my favorite pet?” chains echoed in the prison halls, “Smells like shit in here,” Rossward spat on his jail bars. “Hey, what’s that?” he received a no reply. he opened his prison cell and hit Kuma with a baton and a stream of blood trickled down his face. “Still not saying anything, eh?” he grinned. “I like that.” Rossward made his way out from the cell.

—————

It’s almost two in the morning and Sabo is arranging papers in the living room, in the house. Sounds of crickets and barks of dogs can be heard from outside. Sabo sighed and open the fridge what’s left to eat, he had skipped dinner while he was busy planning for tomorrow's event. A faint laugh was heard from the basement when he was just about to eat his sandwich; he didn’t flinch and silently moved his chair aside. He walks into the basement, his fingers were aflame as he slowly opens the door, “Who’s there?” he illuminates the room and saw the chuckling suspect...

“Sa-bo-kun!” Koala answered with an open grin, with a drool hanging on her face, her head rests on her right arm laid on the table as she was holding a mug of alcohol. “K-Koala?!” Sabo stuttered and looks at her with confusion.

“I’m fi—” a pool of vomit didn’t finish her answer. “See? Hehe,” she smiled with her hooded eyes. “Oh geez!” Sabo reached to her to help, “Look at you, you even vomited on your clothes!” a look of grimace is evident on his face, he looks on a patch of vomit seeping from her chest downwards. “C’mon, let’s get you a bath and change,” Sabo helped Koala helped her on her weak knees, as he was figuring out how to carry her through her room. “Up we go,” he put her arm around her shoulder and lift up her knees; like a bride. “What’s with you? This is the first time I saw you drinking this much?” he asked not looking at her.

“You know nothing, Sabo-kun,” she murmured, and he turned his head to her with confusion, “YOU KNOW NOTHING SABO KUUUUUN~!” Koala threw her arms in the air and straightened her back on his arms. “Hey! Hush! You’ll wake the others! And stop moving so much, I might drop you!” he said and opened the doorknob to her room; he placed her on her bed gently. He looked around the closet to find some spare clothes for her to change and just randomly picks them. “You can handle yourself in taking a bath, right?” he asked. “Uh-huh!” she answered in a cheerful tone. “Right...” he turned to the closet again, “I’ll leave you your towel and robe on this chair”, he placed her bathing needs on the chair, he also prepared her bath and helped Koala stepped into the tub. “Just tell me when you’re done and I’ll hand it over to you.” he closed the door and sat on her bed. “Okie~” she cooed back. Sabo sighed heavily and roams his eyes around the room. It was dusty, but Koala did have some time to rearrange the furniture and obscene books on the small shelf he thought how Koala loves to get things organized, which he remembers how she was nagging him when he would misplace important folders to another stack of papers, or that he would just leave his coffee-stained papers on his desk, sleeping; and the day he would wake up, a sparkling clean desk surprised him with a note on the desk, “Good work today, Mr. chief-of-staff! –K.”; in where he would just smile and— his senses came back when Koala called, “Sabo-kun! I don’t have shampoo here!” Sabo hesitantly enter the bathroom, good thing it has an opaque shower curtain.

“E-excuse me,” his voiced is shaking and suddenly remembered what did he came into, “Where are they placed?” he straightly said. “At the small closet right there on the wall.” Sabo took the shampoo and other hygienic needs and handed it to her through the shower curtain. “P-pardon my intrusion,” he keeps gaze on the floor just when he heard a huge distance of sliding of the curtain in front of him.

“Wha—”

“Oh, come on, I’m not even naked,” Sabo slowly raised his head to the soaking wet Koala. “What the hell did you do?!” he even slides the curtain more, “I’m washing me in my clothes!” she said with a thumbs-up. “Just how much alcohol did you drink, woman?!” he could not help but stare at the outline of her brassiere from her wet blouse. “Sabo, you pervert~” she teased but he did not answer, he just thought that Ivankov is awake to help him. “Just,” he immediately slid the curtain close, “hurry up and bathe yourself, and I already leave you a towel and clothes here hanging so you’ll not call me anymore,” he said closing the door behind him. He propped himself on the bed and exhaled deeply and slowly. He knows Koala drinks alcohol but he sure knows that she is aware of her limits, and what triggered him more is that when she said that she knows nothing. Something’s going on with her.

Koala step out from the door and Sabo went to her to assist her from her tipsy situation and headed to her bed and the both sat facing each other. Her eyes were half-lidded and facing down, and hair was still soaking wet and he just smiled and shook his head to her. “You know, I think I will say everything while you’re drunk,” he continued to dry her hair and koala replied with a faint, “Mhmm,” “Look, first of all, you don’t need to drown yourself with alcohol when you’re down, you can tell me everything so that I would know what that ‘nothing’ means that you said earlier,” he paused and he runs his hand slower this time. “I know that I’m reckless and you always babysit me, annoyed when you’re nagging me when you told me I’m always loquacious about my little brother,” he snickered. “And, at least I’m glad that I’m making up to you now from all the bother I’ve caused you, right, Koala?” He stopped his hands as he waited for her response, but he saw that she was already asleep; Sabo chortled and gently lay her down and tucked her in the blanket, “Good night, Koala.” He poked her cheek with his finger and leaves her room.

—————

Koala drowsily rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms. “Eh?” she was surprised that her clothes were different from the last night. She checked her clock and displayed: 10:30. “Damn it, I overslept!” she hurriedly wears her morning slippers and runs into the kitchen to get breakfast. “’Morning Koala, dear~” Ivankov greeted, and now in her feminine physique. “You seemed had a hangover last night…” Ivankov placed a buttered toast on the table. Oh shit. “I’m sorry that you went all the trouble to dress me,” she said and sat on the table, and everyone is present; Betty reading the newspaper, Lindbergh, was in the living room, arranging his weapons, Karasu is just staring outside at the birds perching at a tree, Morley enjoys his towering pancakes pooling with maple syrup. “Oh, don’t mention it, dearie, just don’t abuse your body that much.”Ivankov turned to her with a smile, “Where’s Sabo?” Ivankov looked away, “He’s still sleeping. He’s a busy man, you know.” She added, and an “Oh,” was all Koala said. “Ah, Sabo,” Betty suddenly said and everyone turned their heads to their drowsy chief-of-staff.

“I owe you one, Iva-san,” Sabo whispered when he walked through Ivankov in the kitchen and she replied with a wink, “Have a coffee,” she gave him a mug of his favorite black coffee as he sat on the table and rests her his chin on his hand on the table. “Had a load of work for tonight, Mr. Chief-of-staff?” Koala asked. “Lemme guess, you had a good-night sleep?” he smiled on his mug and raised a brow. “I overslept…” she frowned. “Oh? I take it’s a good night sleep then,” he lowered his mug down. Koala shook her head from the comment and went back upstairs. She took her guidebook and before she proceed to go outside, she made sure that everyone is busy, and sneaked out of the house and went to a secluded place; she hid from a worn-out barn that is not far from them. She opened the book and started taking a few small steps and movement of her body, following instructions guided with the illustrations it presented while looking at her feet at the same time. She sighed stared at the webbed ceiling then closed her eyes and exhaled.

“Practicing?” the sound of the voice made her jolt and threw the book behind her, “S-Sabo-kun… What are you doing here?” she straightly said breathlessly. “You could just say no to the mission if you don’t know how to dance,” he chuckled and walked towards her and offer a hand. “Here,” she stared on his hand then back to his eyes. “Y-you dance?” she sheepishly asked. “Well,” he rolled his eyes and the corner of his mouth smiled, “I guess you can say that I learned something useful from those guys when I was a kid,” Koala could tell he’s talking about his parents. “As expected from someone who is a former noble,” she teasingly accepted his hand and he guides her other hand to his back. “Try me,” he snaked his hand on her back, “Look, your muscles are tensed, relax,” he gave a light nudge on her shoulder, “and remember to let the gentleman lead the dance,” he added. “Just don’t do anything reckless,” she chortled, “I won’t and I’m not reckless when it comes to dancing.” His octave went lower that made her legs jelly.

“Okay, let’s start— And, one, two, three, and one, two thr—Ow!” Sabo parted from his stomped foot. “Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” she wailed looking at Sabo fixing his shoe, “I-I’m fine, and don’t look too much on your feet. Just trust me,” his hands went back where it settled. Koala felt unease in the awkward silence while dancing, she hummed a tune to break the silence. “That’s nice, it is not a dance without music,” as he commented and guides her and turned them around by the corner of the barn, “Oh, that was my mom’s lullaby for me,” she turned her head away from him, smiling, “It’s lovely,” he smiled, “Okay dipping…” he suddenly bends her body without her consent.

“Whoa! Wha—” Koala’s eyes widened, “That’s one of the steps they do when dancing,” she grinned at her, “At least, warn me before doing it so!” she slapped his shoulder, laughing.

—————

“WHERE IS MY SEAMSTRESS?!” Sarie’s voice roared from her room that was heard in the hall. “C-coming, your highness!” a running woman with her sewing kit, panting. “Just what is this design that you made? It doesn’t show my curves this way!” she pulled the hair of the woman straight to her gown that she is holding. “F-forgive me, your highness, I’ll alter it in no time!” the woman pleaded. “Hurry up, you slow-ass bitch! Ugh, all of this stress would make my face haggard for tonight’s ball!” she sat on her velvet chair in front of the mirror. “You still don’t have your dress yet?” Stelly said leaning on the door and walked towards her. “Oh, love, that old hag just designed me an awful dress that she made,” she pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh, “Shall we fire her?” he asked. “Yes, please.” She puffed her face with powder, “I guess I choose on one of my dresses again…’” Sarie sighed.

“Does having a fishman slave ever considered your mind?” he asked breathlessly. “I would love to, honey~” she cooed, “A fishman slave it is then,” Stelly confirmed with a fill-out document on his hand.

“Speak of the devil,” I heard that the runaway slave is still alive and well,” he paused as Sarie turns her head, eyes widen in shock. “Really?” she exclaimed. “Yeah, and what some of my advisors said that she joined the Revolutionary Army.” Stelly walked through her and showed her a picture inserted from the old logbook, “A girl? What a fool.” Sarie commented. “Yeah she is, I better prepare myself for tonight and check the hallway for our guests later, dear,” he walked out from her room and he passes by his servants busy in putting up decorations and cleaning the mansion. He went back to the document room to return the document. “A pleasure afternoon, sir,” the main guard greeted, “Return this back where it came from,” he hands him the old logbook. “Yes, sir,” the guard obeyed and entered the room. A small picture is slightly revealed that was inside the book and he curiously viewed the picture of the grown-up picture of the girl from the logbook.

—————

A knock was heard from her door and came in an enormous head. "Ko-a-la-chan!" Ivankov wink from the ajar door, "I bought you guys an outfit for tomorrow night!" Ivankov revealed a pale rose-colored gown, with thin, translucent linen that covers the embroidered flowers in different pale colors on the skirt. The neckline would reveal her bare shoulders but her sleeves were sewn through the wrist cuffs; it comes a silver belt shaped like a two stem entwined with a pink stone shaped like rose attached. A zipper is sewn at the back. "Try it!" Ivankov handed the gown, "Oh, Iva-san, where did you get this? It's so beautiful." Koala caresses the fabric with a smile. "Oh, Betty and I went to a shop for a while and got you a gown. Betty doesn't have any knowledge in the fashion that she chose a back one with a slit on the leg, and my, oh my, the neckline goes down through your waists, “Hmp!" She huffed. "Now, try it on, dear!" Ivankov gave light pats on her shoulder to try it. At first, Koala hesitated to try it on. She donned the gown and stepped out with her head looking at the floor in front of the mirror.

"Iva-san I—"

"Ravishing," Ivankov lifted her chin from behind and lightly massages her shoulders, "Uh, I think my back is a bit revealed..." Koala turned her back to the mirror. "Nah, the scar it's not that obvious...” Ivankov checked her back and adjusted the zipper. “I also got you your mask”, she revealed a lavender butterfly-shaped mask, made of real lavender lace embedded into a translucent base. Eyeholes were edged with gold on the lower eyelids and the whole mask is edged in a sequin braid. “Also this, for your hair,” she placed a headband with small flowers that perched on silver. “Iva-san, this is too much,” she let out a sigh hiding her face. “Oh, you look gorgeous!” Ivankov puts her hands on Koalas cheeks and pressed them lightly and noticed the said in her eyes. “What is it now, dearie? Anything that I could do for you?” she asked, “Have you read the newspapers yesterday?” Koala asked, Ivankov knew what she meant; the celestial dragons might hunt her down, “Don’t you worry, honey, everything will be all right,” she assured her, “Now, here’s your purse; everything you need is in there and let’s get going now, Sabo’s waiting downstairs!” Ivankov gave her a little push outside the door and went downstairs.

Sabo is there standing, donned with his formal night attire, a white polo shirt, layered by a black vest and finally a navy blue tailcoat patterned in toile of navy blue and silver, his black cravat is fixed with a dragon-shaped like a ring, surrounding the silk with its whole body. The two stared with each other for a moment until Koala asked, “Where are the others?” she walked towards him and headed outside, “They went off already in their positions.” He said and helped her on the carriage. Ivankov lowered the hood of their cloak and made their way to the ball.

To be continued soon at AO3…

(Cuz I’m tired in my internship and slept at 3 am)

#one piece #sabo #koala #sabokoa2018 #sabokoaweek2018 #saboala #sabokoa #day 4 #jazz writes

26 notes · View notes

laughingpinecone · 6 years ago

Text

Yuletide letter 2018

AO3: laughingpineapple

Hello dear author, I’m glad we share one of these wonderful little fandoms and I hope you’ll have fun writing for it. The sections aren’t all of equal length for one reason or another but I love them all so much, from the classics I’ve been requesting since I started doing Yuletide (can’t have enough of those!) to this year’s shiny new findings. I tried to leave both specific and non-specific prompts for each canon and, again, I wanna see the farfetched postcanon scenario just as much as the vague one-word prompt and my general likes. Pick whatever works for you, or mix and match!

Likes: worldbuilding, slice of life (doubly so if the event the fic focuses on is made up but canon-specific), missing moments, 5+1 and similar formats, bonding and emotional support/intimacy, physical intimacy, lingering touches, loyalty, casefic, surrealism, established relationships, future fic, hurt/comfort or just comfort from the ample canon hurt, throwing characters into non-canon environments, banter, functional relationships between dysfunctional individuals, unexplained mysteries, bittersweet moods, journal/epistolary fic, dreams and memories and identities, canon-adjacent tropey plots , outsider POV, UST, exploration of secondary bits of canon, leaning on the uniqueness of the canon setting/mood, found families, characters reuniting after a long and/or harrowing time, friends-to-lovers, road trips, cuddling, wintry moods, flannel, ridiculous concepts played straight, creating a dynamic between characters who never spoke in canon, sensory details, sickfic

Cool with: what-ifs, AUs, any tense, any pov, any rating, plotty, not plotty, gen, shippy, IF, nerdy canon references, unrequested characters popping up

DNW: non-canonical rape, non-canonical children, unrequested ships, canon retellings, consent issues

Ghost Trick: Cabanela, Jowd

General: platonic or romantic, loyalty kink here we go, in any shape and form. Night time and secrets. Out of town. Knitwear. Twenty years from now. Size difference. UST. Cabanela’s scarf being in the way sometimes. Cabanela’s legs being in the way sometimes. I have Final Fantasy on my mind a lot recently so any FFIV, VI, VII, T, IX, X, XII or XIII reimagining would be fantastic (Monk Jowd, dancer/red mage Cabanela...?), or indeed The Last Remnant, but also regular fantasy, space opera, sci-fantasy… anything fancy!

Canon-specific dislikes: Sissel not being Jowd’s cat in the new timeline (which ofc doesn’t shut out Yomiel’s unbreakable bond with his cat – as the saying goes, Sissel has four paws...), infidelity

Cabanela&Jowd or Cabanela/Jowd: I love Cabanela being fierce and dazzling bright and determined and loyal to the very end, dancing to his own rhythm, so sure of himself and of his ideas that he doesn’t even need to prove to anyone that he’s right. Too sure of the wrong idea, once, and everything crashed and burned. And I love Jowd being the immovable object to Cabanela’s unstoppable force, a self-depreciating asshole with a penchant for gallows humor that grows more morbid by the hour, and also incredibly smart (both jerks figured out Sissel’s powers better than Sissel did) and athletic and with an unsuspected talent for stealth.

I ship them dearly, as part of a triad (or Jowd-centered V...? Has it been explored?) with Alma with all the fun possibilities of the third party sneaking into the marriage and negotiating that relationship. Or adjusting to a life together with Kamila in a no-reset scenario or a what-if in which Alma was never around (please no breakups or noncanon deaths if you don't want her around). But I also want to read all the best friends fic with the corniest, most intense found family dynamics you can muster!

Alternate scenario where it’s Cabanela who keeps his memories, not Jowd: how does that change their dynamic in the new timeline? Or what if Cabanela stays dead in ch15 like he wished he could, joins the rest of the gang as a ghost and goes back 10 years with the others and so both of them keep their memories? (with my apologies to Yomiel, whose ch16-17 redemption has just been made a lot harder by the added stowaway)

Jowd knowing how much Cabs did for him and remembering him broken and bloodied is A Lot. especially if he’s a lil into it (and mr spotless is. not really on the same page.)

Casefic! With ghosts! There could be a new ghost created by Temsik’s shards or even by some unfortunate soul dying on top of the buried meteorite. Or with their own ghost, teaming up with Sissel! There’s so much potential for tense, death-defying situations! (with make-outs afterwards, if that’s your thing)

Deathfic, until it’s reverted. Jowd dying in Cabanela’s arms or the other way round, but one of them knows about Sissel and the other does not…

Jowd’s loyalty to Cabanela being tested for once, as a change of pace.

More detailed prompts for a few FF fusion AUs: FFX, Summoner Jowd and reluctant Guardian Cabanela. Any moment of their pilgrimage could be fun (and/or tragic and/or intense), or if you like a more detailed prompt, would Yunalesca’s truths be the tipping point of Jowd’s conviction? Would Cabanela manage to drag himself and his Summoner to safety before she killed them? What would life look for them afterwards as survivors bearing forbidden truths, would they stay away from Yevon? FFTA or XII, viera Cabanela and nu mou or bangaa Jowd. I’m sure there’s a poignant plot about magic-endowing extraterrestrial rocks and political backstabbing somewhere at the intersection of Ivalice and GT. If you can see it, I’m here to read it. But I’ll be honest here, the real point here is bunny Cabs. Please consider bunny Cabs. (viera, nu mou, bangaa visual refs for non-FFTA players who might wanna do a regular fantasy AU instead?) FFVI, Cabanela faked defecting to the Empire and is a magitek-infused officer while Jowd has Blitz and... Sketch somehow? And they meet again in the World of Ruin and things are very emotional?

The Last Remnant: Any (Pagus, Maddox, Sibal, David)

General: characterization based on battle quotes, red bubble dialogues, and even their unique stat (‘authority’ is a natural fit for David but ‘romance’ tells me something new about Sibal!) Character interaction. Bit of worldbuilding. What’s another festival they celebrate? Do they erect something else instead of the Valeria Heart? Any fun discoveries down in Siebenbur? Where the hell IS Veyriel, anyway, do they go look for it and if so what do they find out? End of an age. Old bonds.

Canon-specific dislikes: strong narrative emphasis on game mechanics. Stuff like mentioning that a character leads a unit is fine, but for example listing the materials they need for their weapon upgrade would take me out of the story.

The Qsiti bunch: just give me the deets on Qsiti worlduilding and I’ll be a happy camper. I ship these three very much but I’m also invested in their friendship and in each of them as a singular character. The fact that Pagus is a goddamn catch is one of my favorite things, and he can be a smart cookie with any of the other smart cookies in the party, or be a history buff with Glenys, or tutor Yuniver. Proud, paranoid chatterbox Maddox entrenched in his cover-up stories, finding it hard to stop being a spy and relax, maybe spending time with someone very simple, like Sheryl, or a very different kind of fellow veteran like Roberto. Self-assured Sibal who probably knows a lot about the mysteries of the underground world and is also the most romantic soul out of the entire cast, talking volcanoes with Paris or discussing the Rainbow Bond with Haruko? If you also like all three of them, either as old friends or as a ship, who of them comes up with what excuse to reconnect again now that Remnants are no more, or do they drop all pretenses and admit they just want to make up for lost time? And what do Qsiti cuddles look like?

David: Post-canon, adjusting to a life without remnants - how did it feel to be bound to one or two of them anyway, and what’s it like without, and suddenly knowing you’ll be the first Nassau in who knows how long who’ll reach old age? - and without Rush. Finding support and friendship even outside his trusted Generals. I’d be interested in seeing him get closer to any unique leader you might like, I can easily see half the characters absolutely adoring him sooner or later. From the Duke of Ghor to Roberto, to sweet Zolean who knows what it’s like to lose someone dear and hope he comes back, or Rhagoh & Remnant Kate, or Paris or Jager or, eventually, even Allan… David/Rush prompts: focus on Rush’s supernatural nature, how he was a strange boy with a good heart (Things Unchangeable meant so much to me!) who ignored human social conventions because he was not in fact human. Reunion fic more than a decade into the future, showing how David has changed and with emphasis on Rush’s Remnant nature.

David & Qsiti: basically a mix of the other prompts. David is close to all his Generals but what’s his dynamic with Pagus specifically? Is he a mentor, a friend, did Pagus stop David once when he was about to do something very stupid? And what can David learn about his dear General from people who have known him since long before David was born?

Myst: Yeesha, Jeff Zandi

General: The oddest of friendships. Road trip. Desert sunrise. Desert bird shenanigans, be it with actual roadrunners speeding by or cartoon ones. Descent. An oddly shaped rock. Strangers. Shooting stars. Any line from Words.

Canon-specific dislikes: please no Yeesha bashing?

Yeesha & Jeff: He’s definitely Team Yeesha and she could definitely do with a friend, the year is 2018 and I still want fic about this unlikely duo.

How much can he really say he gets her? When did they meet? Was it when a younger Jeff was exploring D’ni with his father Elias, did that create a rift between the two?

What do they do when they hang out? Has he played the Myst games – heck, has she? Does he play Magic the Gathering like his RL counterpart?

Do they set out on a road trip because she needs to chill for a hot minute and experience for herself that whole ‘you shall seek the journey’ thing? Late night driving and liminal places could be cool. Or does she link him somewhere cool with no travel time needed?

Do they agree to meet by his camp fire once a month or something like that, and one time Yeesha doesn’t show up? What happened?

Does he get to hang out with bahro thanks to her, in the depths of the Cavern where the DRC will never be able to reach, and what’s that encounter like for him (and for her, and for the bahro)?

Maybe some relaxing time can take place after End of Ages. He’d notice that something has changed, she’s somewhat less of a depressed wreck that she used to be...

Speaking of End of Ages, was Jeff chosen by the Tablet? If so, how did he fail his quest? I appreciate Esher a lot so if you go for an EoA plot feel free to use him too.

Anything based on Uru history is great!

The Secret History of Twin Peaks: Tammy Preston

General: Character dossiers that involve Tammy more directly. TSHOTP themes being used front and center. Owls, figurative and otherwise. Tammy Fashion™. Tammy Freeform Infodump™. The risks of staring into the void for too long. Gentle illusions. The moon. Static buzzing. Any title from the s3 ethereal whooshing compilation used as a prompt, actually. AUs and fusion AUs are great for this fandom! I have Final Fantasy on my mind a lot recently so any FFVI, VII, T, IX, X, XII or XIII reimagining would be fantastic (what would Tammy even be... scholar, fencer, mystic knight...?), or indeed The Last Remnant, but also regular fantasy, space opera, sci-fantasy... anything fancy!

Canon-specific dislikes: Gordon being a harmless, fun dad or conversely having the worst intentions. Clear explanations for canonical ambiguities.

(my Twin Peaks canon-specific likes and dislikes in the next section may also apply)

Tammy: what I find fascinating about Tammy’s positioning in the narrative of the books (and of the show, but not as markedly) is that there is this whole narrative of trauma, and the circularity of trauma, even within Blue Rose and the organizations that came before it, and she stands at the end of it and learns about it all without being directly involved. She can learn from it in a sheltered position. Maybe when her turn will come, she’ll know a little better. Her name’s anagram is Praemonstrata, “Having been guided”. She’s the new Archivist, in a way. She’s the future of Blue Rose, last woman standing as soon as Albert and Gordon retire and/or vanish (and after the show’s finale, I can’t see either of them lasting long). What does it all mean, in the context of the book’s overarching theme of secrets VS mysteries and the cost of knowledge (and the show’s connections between trauma and the fragmentation of the self, and TFD’s doubling down on the general concept of shoveling oneself out of the shit, and her moving final considerations)?

What could be a test for her, something that would involve her personally and make her risk losing her way? What makes her tick - would she cross to other worlds, how, and why?

I don’t know much about aliens, but I really enjoyed how the book wove it all into Twin Peaks lore. If you want to do the same with some other bit of UFO trivia and have Tammy draw her connections, I’m interested!

The books show that she’s not only Albert’s spiritual successor as the only other rationally-inclined soul in there, she also knows Albert personally to some extent, for example that he’s a jazz lover. Have they ever gone drinking in cool (LGBT…?) clubs with fancy live music? Are they jazz buddies or what kind of music is she into (and what does he have to say about her tastes)?

What other characters or pieces of TP history would she look into? What about that Diane dossier, for example? What about Lucy? (If you have her look into Diane, please be empathetic toward her and her tulpa)

Twin Peaks: Harry Truman, Lucy Moran, Chet Desmond, Garland Briggs

This one is an OR request – feel free to only write about some of these people and completely ignore the others. There were just too many good characters in the tagset and I couldn’t choose so, you know, to hell with matchability. The prompts are for the characters on their own or with some nominated canon mates but if you have an idea for Ruby&Lucy, Garland&Albert, Harry&Naido or any other odd combo, go for it!

General: the mystery of the woods, obviously. How do they relate to the woods, what do they gain and what do they lose in the woods. Case fic but they don’t find out jack shit, someone disappears, David Bowie was there, it’s complicated. Fragmented, shifted, mirrored identities. New Lodge spaces. Still any title from the s3 ethereal whooshing compilation used as a prompt. When in doubt, add Margaret. AUs and fusion AUs are great for this fandom! I have Final Fantasy on my mind a lot recently so any FFVI, VII, T, IX, X, XII or XIII reimagining would be fantastic (paladin Harry, dancer Lucy, fighter Chet, sage Garland...?), or indeed The Last Remnant, but also regular fantasy, space opera, sci-fantasy... anything fancy!

Canon-specific Dislikes: any singular Dreamer being the ‘source’ of canon, BOB (let alone Judy) being forever defeated in the finale, Judy being an active malevolent presence in the characters’ lives, ‘Odessaverse’ being the reality layer, the Fireman's House by the Sea being the White Lodge, Naido being nothing more than Diane but since she was nominated as her own character I'm hopeful here

(my Secret History of Twin Peaks canon-specific likes and dislikes in the previous section may also apply)

Harry: Bookhouse Boy Harry both in the sense of avid reader Harry promoting literacy and vague bastion against the evil in the woods Harry. Harry getting a sword out of a pond in the woods like he was meant to but , like, in a way that’s less random kitsch and more meaningful magical realism. Harry and Frank as actual brothers but also Frank as a projection of Harry’s insecurities. Harry, Ed and Hawk as friends. Harry finding some sense of belonging somewhere, somehow.

Lucy: Kimmy Robertson said she would like to be the color blue in Lynch’s palette, if the prompt works for you. Lucy taking her time to understand and organize the world around her. Lucy with Andy (the one functional couple in all of canon, bless), with Wally, with Maggie Brown and the rest of the new sheriff’s station cast. Lucy with people who don’t usually appreciate her (both sheriffs and Albert come to mind) but have to come to terms with the fact that she’s amazing. I also like that Hawk is a first-class gossip, apparently, and so is Lucy, so if THAT prompts works for you… last but not least, she seems to have some sort of connection with the symbolic weave of reality (picking chairs when a very important chair is introduced, wondering about bunnies and Jack Rabbit palace will be relevant, Robertson said that Lynch said that Lucy perceives a lot and needs time to sort it all out) and I’d love to see it explored one way or another. If you wanna go wild with meta Invitation to Love shenanigans, Lucy could be a good POV character.

Chet: What’s his deal? Empirically, new canon draws a hell of a lot of connections between personal troubles and being jettisoned out of reality. So why did he? A friend recalls that he was named after Chet Baker and Norma Desmond, so that could be a starting point. I like to think that he manages to pull himself together at some point and make it back – how? Does he find any familiar faces beyond the curtains, like Phil? Finally, like all Blue Rose and Sheriff’s station characters, when all other prompts fail: office shenanigans. Please. Now that they’ve all been blatantly retconned as a merry gang who coexisted at some point, please give me Chet bouncing off literally any other named character in there.

Garland: He’s a good bean, almost naive compared to Doug Milford & co in TSHOTP, and I wish him the best wherever he is... the metaphysical adventures of Garland’s floating head could be a fic (maybe Bill Hastings and Ruth Davenport could tag along). Or back when he was alive, weird occurrences at Listening Post Alpha up on Blue Pine mountain. He wasn’t born in town, so what’s HIS relationship with the woods? Or an encounter with some of the federal cast, like Gordon and Phil or a very young Albert. I’m also intrigued by his s3 narrative but I have a very negative view of The Plan(tm) so I don’t really know what to make of it. If you also think that the Fireman’s hints only ended in tragedy and that Blue Rose’s search for Judy was a monumental act of hubris, and you have a good spin for Garland’s role in all of this, I’m listening! All I got is something like "he gave his last fuck... now he's free....." (not that Garland is legally allowed to say fuck, I mean)

Albert/Harry: my main headcanon is that they got together in the aftermath of Coop’s disappearance, holding onto each other in his absence not unlike James and Donna did with Laura. Then... did they last? Or was it a terrible moment to get together (...not unlike James and Donna) and they had to go their separate ways for a while before finding each other again? Does this sad time last up until the end of s3, when Albert can finally quit the castle of lies that was his job and stay with Harry? I am also, however, open to other timelines for these two. Emotional reunions are great and so is domestic fic with a dash of surrealism. What would Harry do for Albert? For example, when would he take his side in a heated dispute with someone else? What would Albert share about his past? What could they do in town? Or do they take a well-deserved vacation somewhere else? Do they team up for a small investigation? Old men taking care of each other is very much welcome, especially after Harry gets through the worst of his treatments.

Dale/Harry: Harry seeing his Coop again... somewhere, somehow. Maybe he perceives him in the woods, maybe Coop isn't all human now. Monster cuddles very welcome. Could be canon divergence but could very well be post-s3. Harry getting closure for waiting all that time in front of Glastonbury and never giving up on Coop... they can live in the woods together...

Harry&Lucy: what could make them spend some time together outside of work (is it donuts)? Does he ask for relationship advice since she and Andy are literally the only people in town who could make it work? Does she feel loyal to him and Frank or is it just a job to her? Does she go visit him after s3 and does he tell her that she was very brave? What about Wally - Harry is the boy’s godfather after all, I don’t usually read kidfic but I can make all sorts of exceptions for my beloved Wally (maybe when he’s more of a teen than a kid). Are they all fans of Marlon Brando?

Chet/Sam: reunion fic! Chet’s been AWOL for years, Sam has fallen through the cracks, how do they find each other again and why do they choose to remain off the grid? I would also like to read about them in the present day-ish, handwaving the return and reunion. Maybe they made a new life for themselves. If Sutherland were to play Sam again, Sam would be... notably more buff. What caused that change, was it traveling with Chet, what kind of person is he now? Could they be in Buenos Aires, investigating on their own whatever that shrinking box was?

Chet&Dale: In which ways are they both real boys and in which ways are they aspects of each other? How do they work together?

Chet/Albert: whatever passes for an uncomplicated office romance around those parts, where they both know very well that they’re not the other’s One True Love, but they have a good understanding - except when Albert’s pacifism clashes with Chet‘s readiness to throw down 24/7. But then again Albert is also ready to throw down 24/7, only with words instead of fists, so there’s fertile ground for conflict and unexpected agreements. Also they’re hot.

Garland&Harry: they’re both good dogs living in a cold and cruel world, with their own partial experiences of other worlds beyond this tangible reality, and I think they should be at least a little friends. Maybe Harry found himself at Garland’s observatory one day without even knowing how he’d gotten there, maybe they chatted at the RR. Then there’s Mfrost spitballing some connection which, given how Garland ‘died’ literally on the day after s2, can only be read as Harry passing his info to Garland when Garland was already beyond this world. I’d read that in a heartbeat.

#letter #yuletide

2 notes · View notes

roaringwingstofly · 6 years ago

Note

jojo x voltron? sign me tf up! since we heard the news of space dad, how about some hc’s for shiro x stardust crusaders? (minus joseph and iggy for obv reasons) like general cute stuff, how stands would react, yadda yadda. oh and eoh canon too since you seem to know it! (and I don’t want you getting hate: we jojo fans gotta stick together! it’s so weird coming from a fandom so accepting and chill like jojo into a vat of toxic ooze like the voltron fandom @n@)

I apologize for the really late reply, but I’m a bit busy due to my internship and I also got really carried away writing this. orz

Oh man, I definitely agree that it’s so jarring comparing the Jojo fandom to the Voltron one (as Jojo was also the last fandom I came from and am still part of). That saying so, yes! Give Shiro all the love! (≧▽≦)

WARNING: Extremely long and spoilers for Voltron and Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure below the cut.

Magician’s Sky (Shiro x Mohammed Avdol + Magician’s Red)

Team Dad™ couple.

Would’ve met from both knowing Jotaro.

Definitely hit it off since they’re both quite similar, personality-wise: serious, responsible, overall righteous, and possessing a strong sense of duty and loyalty. But both can definitely be jovial.

Though Avdol is more in-tune with his emotions and is better at sharing how he feels.

Everlasting patience between the two.

Avdol would’ve been a bit hesitant with the idea of a romantic relationship with Shiro, at first, since there’s a significant age gap (about 10 years).

Shiro understands but reassures him that he doesn’t mind the age gap at all.

Avdol feels more comfortable being addressed by his surname as his first name is a bit of a mouthful, and he doesn’t like being called “Mo”.

Shiro does call him “Mohammed” at times but only when they’re alone.

Shiro would’ve been a bit surprised upon learning that Avdol’s a fortune teller and owns a humble little shop. He even has some chickens out in the back!

You bet Avdol would’ve told Shiro his fortune. Also the other Paladins.

Allura, Lance, Coran, and Romelle would be fascinated and would constantly ask him for fortunes - even for every little thing like what fruit is better to eat. Shiro would have to gently tell them to let Avdol breathe.

As Avdol’s hobby is collecting old books, particularly history, mythology, and culture, he has a big collection of them in his shop. Being a person who loves to read, Shiro gets quite eager at seeing this collection of old texts. They tend to read together and can get into pretty absorbed discussions and debates on certain topics.

Expect home dates where the two just snuggle on a couch or in front of a fire (courtesy of Magician’s Red) eagerly reading and looking at these old texts with a spot of tea, debating, discussing, and wondering about various untold mysteries in history.

Expect to find them sleeping with a book on their laps and lying against each other.

Whenever Shiro’s PTSD kicks in, Avdol will reach for his normal hand and gently squeeze it.

If Shiro is having a nightmare, Avdol will gently call his name and carefully nudge him.

Avdol would’ve prepared a water pitcher nearby before they went to bed. He gives Shiro a glass before allowing him to share what he wants to do next.

Results in either a warm embrace, tea, or just lying on Avdol’s shoulder.

Avdol rarely lets his hair down but when he does? Shiro likes running his (normal) hand through it.

When first learning of Magician’s Red, Shiro almost had a heart attack upon seeing flames bursting everywhere.

Is just…amazed? Avdol can control flames and can use them to make ropes, too? How is that even possible…?!

However, Shiro does start to feel a bit insecure as Avdol is pretty much just…light. He’s warm, kind, strong, and his Stand represents heat and light.

Shiro feels that he’s something dark; Sendak’s words of being a Galra tool and them being not so different from each other haunting him.

Avdol will reassure him that he isn’t darkness. Holds him quite close as Magician’s Red warms him, too.

“It’s the reason you use your abilities, not the ability itself, that makes you a good or bad person.”

During really intimate private times, they’ll trace each other’s scars.

Shiro has to tell the other Paladins that they can’t constantly ask Magician’s Red to heat things up.

“No, Lance, for the last time - you can’t ask Avdol to use Magician’s Red to heat up popcorn.”

Due to Magician’s Red, Avdol is quite warm to touch. Shiro finds that he doesn’t need a blanket if Avdol wraps his arms around him.

Avdol likes giving massages, so he’ll give Shiro one even if he didn’t ask for it.

The first time, Shiro was highly startled and almost punched him out of reflex, believing he was an enemy. He immediately apologized afterward and enjoyed a really well-done massage.

Avdol would warn beforehand by having Magician’s Red give a low warbling coo.

Magician’s Red is quite doting. He’ll preen at Shiro’s hair affectionately and sometimes a bit fussily.

Likes playing with the hair floof, in particular.

Though he’s the most mature out of the Stands, Magician’s Red isn’t above showing off. He’ll puff up his feathers and flex in front of Shiro along with producing pretty flames and shapes out of the flames in a sort of fire dance.

Definitely not unlike a male bird attracting his mate.

“Dance, fire, dance!”

When Shiro gives Magician’s Red affection, the mature Stand sheds his maturity and almost seems like a smitten high-schooler.

Despite his appearance, Magician’s Red has a chirping birdsong voice. Will definitely sing Shiro to sleep to soothe him. Especially after a nightmare.

Both would definitely want to start a family together after marriage. Perhaps after a year.

Sky Hierophant (Shiro x Noriaki Kakyoin + Hierophant Green)

Knew each other since high school.

Kakyoin was Shiro’s senpai and the two got along really well. Primarily connected through their shared love of seeking knowledge.

Shiro found Kakyoin just…beautiful? How he walked, talked, and conducted himself…just everything about him.

He seemed to be the epitome of elegance and grace.

The fact that he’s also an honours-student and highly artistic? To Shiro, Kakyoin just seemed like he walked out of a dream.

Kakyoin initially didn’t want to be too close to Shiro, being rather introverted, but found he couldn’t help it. This space-loving kouhai really intrigued him with his passionate dreams and solid determination.

Also helps that Shiro makes him feel at ease.

Even when they were in a relationship, they wouldn’t be addressing each other by their first names for a while.

Kakyoin would be the first to address Shiro as “Takashi”.

Then Shiro calls him “Noriaki” and “Nori”.

Shiro was weirded out when he first saw Kakyoin eat cherries.

He’s still pretty weirded out but after a while…it’s kind of hilariously cute?

Though Kakyoin might be a bit self-conscious that Shiro chuckles at seeing him do it. He’ll ease out when Shiro assures him he just thinks it’s cute.

“Rerorerorerorerorerorero.”

Shiro was a bit surprised upon learning that Kakyoin liked playing video games but is happy to play with him. Things can get really competitive between them.

They’d communicate more frequently in Japanese as Kakyoin is more comfortable speaking in it compared to English.

As an adult, I can see Kakyoin learning English so he can communicate in it, but prefers speaking in Japanese to Shiro.

They both have fun little in-jokes and teases in their native tongue, too.

They both chuckle at seeing the other Paladins and Polnareff looking extremely confused.

Both are quite doting and caring in the relationship.

Space Dad and Cherry Mom.

Though Kakyoin would secretly trip anyone who refers to him as a mother.

Due to a low immune system, Kakyoin knows a lot about taking care of someone when they’re sick, so if Shiro starts feeling under, he’ll immediately look after him.

Would gently scold him if Shiro insisted on going on instead of resting.

Of course, when Kakyoin starts sneezing and feeling under? Shiro will immediately tend to him.

Both aren’t really big on physical affection, but Shiro’s probably the one to try and initiate it. Kakyoin may stiffen at first but he starts to loosen up and begins to get used to it.

He even starts enjoying and craving for it.

Both are also quite shy at the start of the relationship. But things start picking up after the initial awkwardness.

Kakyoin doesn’t like disrobing or showing his body in front of Shiro due to the large stomach scar he got from DIO. Shiro is just shocked and silently shaking in anger that someone would hurt Kakyoin like this.

The feeling is mutual on Kakyoin’s end as well - he won’t ever forgive the person who harmed Shiro and caused him such pain.

Quite frankly, he’ll take pleasure tearing them limb from limb.

At times, Kakyoin may sketch Shiro but only when he’s not looking.

Shiro would probably blush at discovering Kakyoin has not one but a stack of sketchbooks; the pages filled with drawings of him.

Kakyoin would get a little embarrassed at being discovered but smooths it out.

Despite his proper and polite appearance, Kakyoin is quite the tease. He does like poking at and teasing Shiro a few times but knows the limit.

Kakyoin definitely likes to run his hand through Shiro’s hair floof. Shiro can only run his hand through Kakyoin’s hair noodle in private.

When Shiro has a PTSD moment, Kakyoin will call him and ask if he’s alright before holding his arm and stroking his back. He’ll make some tea afterward as well.

When Shiro has nightmares, Kakyoin will shake him gently and softly call his name.

If Shiro attacks in reflex, Kakyoin will use Hierophant Green’s tendrils to divert Shiro’s aim.

Shiro would feel horrible for attacking him but Kakyoin reassures him that he hadn’t hurt him at all and that it’s fine.

Will make him tea and lie on his shoulder, rubbing circles on his back.

Shiro would’ve been really shocked at seeing Hierophant Green at first, mistaking him for a really freaky looking alien and almost attacking him, as a result.

Immediately apologizes to Kakyoin for the mistake.

Despite his strange appearance, Hierophant Green is a calm Stand and would be quite gentle to Shiro. After the initial shock, Shiro would be intrigued and fascinated with Hierophant Green: his structure, his powers…everything.

He even starts to find him quite beautiful, too.

Hierophant Green likes to make little emeralds and give them to Shiro as gifts during random times. Shiro making his bed or having breakfast? He’ll find a pretty little emerald nearby.

There are times Hierophant Green may also tease Shiro by sliding or slithering a tendril on his shoulder, nape, or under his shirt.

Needless to say, both Stand and user get amused at hearing the Shiro squeak.

Though they do want to start a family together, Kakyoin isn’t in a rush for children. It’s not that he doesn’t like them, it’s just that he wants to take things one at a time.

Black Chariot (Shiro x Jean-Pierre Polnareff + Silver Chariot)

Introduced through Jotaro.

The two would be in quite a bromance before having a relationship.

It’s to the point that people wonder whether or not the two really are dating or are just in a really intense bromance.

Are they or are they not?

They are.

Shiro would call him “Polnareff” and “Pol” at first but eventually calls him “Jean” when they’ve been together for a long time.

Polnareff is stunned at first when Shiro calls him by his first name but glows so much at hearing it.

As Polnareff’s hobby is playing any kind of sports, the two are pretty athletic and work out a whole lot. Expect a lot of gym dates, or dates that happen at the park or involving physical fitness (like rock climbing, for instance).

Expect things to get really competitive between them, too.

Also, expect Polnareff to show-off in front of Shiro.

Would sometimes end in the Frenchman getting hurt (usually in a slapstick way). Shiro would, of course, tend to him while sighing with amusement.

“Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’! Just don’t!”

If Shiro is stressed out or the atmosphere is tense and heavy, Polnareff will always try to find a way to lighten the mood from cracking jokes to just being a physically comforting presence.

Being very extroverted, Polnareff has no problems expressing his feelings of rage and sadness. He’s like an open book, so Shiro knows how to deal with him. Shiro also admires the fact that he can be so compassionate.

There are times that Shiro doesn’t want to express how he really feels, and while Polnareff gives him space when he requests it, the Frenchman gets frustrated at himself for being unable to help him in some way.

Polnareff is definitely more affectionate in the relationship. Though if Shiro initiates physical contact? The Frenchman would be a blushey yet giddy mess.

Shiro wonders how Polnareff could even get his hair up in that style. Polnareff takes great pride in his hair.

Polnareff likes that their hair colours match now, and likes to flick at the hair floof.

Shiro pokes back at Polnareff’s hair.

Definitely the least serious out of the Stardust Crusaders, though Polnareff can be quite serious when needed. Especially in dire situations and in regards to Shiro’s PTSD and nightmares.

When Shiro is having a PTSD episode, Polnareff will immediately hold him and say his name; reassuring him that he’s here and won’t let anything happen to him.

When Shiro has a nightmare, Polnareff will shake him awake and call his name. Upon waking up, Polnareff will ask if he’s alright before taking him into an embrace.

Polnareff references pop culture things a lot. Shiro’s reaction ranges from a raised eyebrow to a chuckle.

Would sweet-talk in French to Shiro, relishing at his blushes or confused looks.

Shiro bites back however when he sweet-talks back in Japanese.

R.I.P., Jean-Pierre Polnareff.

If not blushing, Polnareff would try and get Jotaro or Kakyoin to translate for him.

Despite his manliness, Polnareff is quite the romantic and is a sucker for fairy-tales with knights in them. He likes to see himself as a gentleman and a knight-in-shining armour. Shiro thinks that’s really adorable and sometimes indulges him when they’re in private.

“I vow to be your knight if you become my king.”

“I’m pretty sure, I’m the knight here, Jean. Well…ex-knight…”

“What’s with that sad face? You’re still wonderful, mon cher!”

Shiro was surprised at seeing Silver Chariot when he first came out, mistaking him for an actual knight in shining armour or someone from the Coalition.

Knowing about Polnareff’s Stand, Shiro finds it hilariously ironic how Polnareff’s favourite colour is gold.

Unlike his user, Silver Chariot is actually quite shy and is very cautious and wary around Shiro. Shiro is a little confused and a bit saddened and worried at the idea that Polnareff’s Stand might not like him.

Polnareff reassures him that that’s not the reason why his Stand is acting that way.

It’s not that Silver Chariot doesn’t love Shiro and doesn’t want to be around or physically close to him, he definitely does! It’s just that Silver Chariot is aware that his body structure isn’t soft: he’s wearing armour, and he has spikes all over himself. He doesn’t want to accidentally hurt or stab Shiro.

Poor Silver Chariot is also insecure about the fact that he’s more metallic and robotic: he may never be as intimate to Shiro compared to humanoid Stands like Star Platinum and Magician’s Red.

Upon hearing this, Shiro would raise up his prosthetic and reassure Silver Chariot that he won’t hurt him and that he likes him as he is. Polnareff is touched at this lovely moment.

Still, poor Silver Chariot is quite shy. Even if Shiro just simply holds his hand? The Stand will get really embarrassed.

When Shiro actually kissed Silver Chariot? Even if it was just a simple peck, poor Silver Chariot just completely loses his nerve and immediately vanishes. Polnareff can’t even call him out for a little while.

Shiro feels like he really screwed up big time but Polnareff reassures him that he didn’t. Poor old Silver Chariot’s just really shy.

When Shiro nuzzles or cuddles against Silver Chariot’s chest, the Stand will exclaim, “Pami!”

Polnareff is not above using Silver Chariot to show-off or try and impress Shiro. Though initially embarrassed, Silver Chariot will really get into it, too: relishing at the awed and proud looks Shiro gives him from whatever he’s doing.

Both definitely want to have a family together as soon as they get married.

Black Star (Shiro x Jotaro Kujo + Star Platinum)

Known each other since high school.

Grouchy senpai and wanko kouhai when they were teenagers.

The Dad couple as adults.

Shiro was a bit intimidated by Jotaro at first due to his huge height and build.

He then looked up to and admired him due to how he didn’t care about what others thought of him and he did what he wanted.

Jotaro, however, hated being referred to as “senpai” due to all his fangirls and just not liking formalities.

“Jotaro-senpai…!”

“Don’t call me that, dumbass!”

At present, Shiro sometimes jokingly refers to Jotaro as “senpai” . Jotaro still doesn’t like being referred to as one but instead sighs at it, “Good grief…”

From the get-go, they’d be addressing each other by their first names. Namely, because teenage Jotaro hated formalities.

Jotaro was at first annoyed with seeing this wide-eyed kouhai look at him and follow him around (as they walked the same path home)…but, he had to admit: he wasn’t as annoying as everyone else.

There were a few dog jokes when Jotaro learns Takashi is nicknamed Shiro in the Garrison.

Though Jotaro rarely makes such jokes when they’re both adults. Only when they’re in private.

Though he wouldn’t admit it as a teenager, Jotaro always respected and admired Shiro’s eagerness for knowledge along with his knowledge and passion for space.

He understands it quite well; likening Shiro’s love for space to his own love for the ocean.

He listens pretty closely during their stargazing though he denies it.

Jotaro was pretty tsundere-ish when he was a teenager because he was going through an “edgy!1!” phase. As an adult, he does display some tsun behaviour towards Shiro but it’s lessened substantially due to maturity. He’s still far from being dere-dere, though he’s trying to not be as much of an emotionless fencepost.

Shiro, however, understands his reluctance of not wishing to share how he truly feels and is extremely patient with him.

Definitely the least willing to show physical affection. Shiro’s the one who initiates. Jotaro stiffens a few times at first but loosens afterwards.

He finds that he even likes some of it.

Won’t go rigid when they’ve been together for a good while.

Jotaro’s the type of person who may say something callous or blunt but his actions denote his true feelings.

The type to call his mother a bitch but will go to the other side of the world to fight an immortal, power-hungry, time-stopping vampire to save her. This is pretty much why Shiro didn’t take his rudeness to heart when they were younger.

Now? Shiro sees that despite his aloofness and bluntness, Jotaro’s much gentler than he seems.

“Good grief, why’re you still moping around here for? It’s pitiful. Didn’t you say your dream was to go into space?”

There was a time when they didn’t see each other again until they were adults. Needless to say, both were stunned at seeing the other again.

Shiro matured substantially and he’s far less of a wide-eyed “wanko kouhai” from what Jotaro remembered.

He’s no longer “cute” but handsome.

Meanwhile, Shiro’s quite astonished at seeing Jotaro not only no longer swear, but wearing white, no longer snapping and being way less temperamental, and also being a Ph.D. in marine biology.

He just seemed to grow even handsomer than before.

Shiro would be shocked at hearing that Jotaro not only married before but also has a child. He really didn’t expect Jotaro to marry young and have a kid already.

They would go steady in their relationship.

Due to his divorce, Jotaro is still a bit wary of showing his feelings. He’s trying hard to open up to Shiro but it’s so difficult opening your heart again.

Shiro is extremely patient and quite understanding; willing to give Jotaro space and provide a listening ear if needed.

Jotaro feels guilt not only from his last divorce not working, blaming himself for it, but also guilt at not being able to share how he feels to Shio.

Initially afraid that Jolyne might hate him, Shiro gets relieved and delighted at seeing that she accepts him. Jolyne would call Shiro “Takashi”.

“I have a mommy and two daddies!”

If there’s something that Shiro really doesn’t like about Jotaro, it’s his smoking habit.

Though Jotaro doesn’t do it often as an adult (only when really stressed), Shiro would still tell him it’s not good for him. He tried to hide the packet once but Jotaro easily finds it.

When Shiro has a PTSD episode, Jotaro simply has to slip his hand into his and give it a tight squeeze. He’ll then say his name quite lowly yet clearly. If there’s something in the room triggering the PTSD, Jotaro will sneak Shiro out of there by using Star Platinum’s: The World.

When having a nightmare, Jotaro will say his name, voice low and clear again.

He won’t resort to physicalities until after he’s called Shiro four times.

When Shiro wakes up, Jotaro will let him breathe before placing his head on his shoulder.

Shiro has thought of marriage more than Jotaro. Again, this is due to Jotaro having actually been through a marriage already and it not working out. Shiro tries not to mention it as he doesn’t want Jotaro to feel uncomfortable though Jotaro doesn’t really mind hearing about it. It’s just that he’s not ready.

Though Jotaro speaks English well, he and Shiro communicate in Japanese. Shiro tends to respond in Japanese only when they’re alone or they want to make some remarks that they don’t want the other Paladins to hear.

Like with the Kakyoin, Shiro can’t help but chuckle at the confusion on some of the Paladins’ and Polnareff’s faces when he and Jotaro have a few in-jokes together.

The first time he saw Star Platinum, Shiro was in awe at seeing this warrior fly out and emit a violet aura.

Whereas Jotaro is guarded with his emotions, Star Platinum? He’s all of Jotaro’s feelings he doesn’t want to express.

As a result, Star Platinum is far more expressive and open with his emotions.

If Jotaro is happy? Star Platinum will have big, dopey grins. If Jotaro is sad? Star Platinum would look really mopey and be drooping down while he’s floating around.

Shiro is highly amused at this but finds Star Platinum adorable despite being a blue punchy ghost.

Unlike his user, Star Platinum is really affectionate and into physical contact. He will hold Shiro all the time, drape and peek over his shoulders, carry him up…he’s really just this big blue puppy.

Star Platinum loves to hug. And being a really strong Stand, Jotaro watches closely, afraid that Star Platinum can get carried away and that he could actually hurt Shiro.

If he does, Star Platinum sulks and will feel really guilty. Jotaro also feels quite guilty and would check up on Shiro.

Shiro insists he’s alright and plays it off by making a light-hearted remark on how Star Platinum’s just so strong.

Jotaro gets highly embarrassed by his Stand at times since Star Platinum does and expresses all the romantic feelings he has towards Shiro.

Would stare at Shiro with a lovey-dovey expression.

Shiro’s a little embarrassed as well but thinks it’s so cute.

Would tease Jotaro a little about it.

Star Platinum also leaves a bunch of little gifts for Shiro behind like shells, leaves, pretty little rocks…anything he thinks that Shiro would like.

Shiro has a whole collection of little trinkets collected by Star Platinum on his desk.

This Stand definitely will steal kisses. Star Platinum will kiss Shiro randomly or out of the blue, much to his surprise.

If Jotaro deprives or denies Star Platinum from affection for Shiro for too long, the next time the two kiss, the Stand will immediately appear between them to steal the kiss.

Shiro is pretty amazed with Star Platinum’s rapid-fire punching and how powerful each blow is. He’s even more impressed at hearing that the Stand has a time-stopping ability, The World.

But upon hearing that it actually takes a toll on Jotaro’s heart when he uses it, Shiro tries to make sure the situation doesn’t call for use of The World.

Even if the situation does call for it, he tells Jotaro not to stretch his limit.

Jotaro sighs at how Shiro is being a bit protective but secretly appreciates the concern.

Though marriage isn’t something that will come soon, it’s definitely some time in the future. The two are already in a family with Jolyne so really, it’s just that final step before they really walk through life together as a wedded couple.

These were a hell of a lot of fun to write, and though I really love one of these cross-ships, I’m really liking the idea of the other ones. So, thank you so much for this request, Anon!

- Saging

3 notes · View notes

hopelessguardian-blog · 6 years ago

Note

// drops ma url and dabs away to the speed of light

My muse’s opinion of your muse

W - Which muse —

This is cheating, but! I’ll chose

LysxDaria. Of course, my sport girl thinks highly of this strange classmate she mistook for a ghost and not in a hundred years would have seen him dating a girl like her. If there’s something she’s grateful that has happened in her life that seemed to go into a dark path—that has to be MEETING Lysander.

She thinks he’s someone reliable, dependable, charismatic, charming—trillions of positive things.

ZenxIg. Zen is simply in love with every gesture Ignis makes, with every single time she presses the tip of her pencil to trace a figure, a sketch, a finished drawing. He’s simply mesmerized and breathless whenever he thinks about her or sees her.

Zen is in love with Ignis and truly sees her as his soulmate.

Oz&Vicky. Even though they have a long road ahead, Oz is quite fond of this weird monster girl he befriended and doesn’t mind being dragged against his will, at this rate he only pretends to be pissed for the sake of it but he truly enjoys spending time with her and doing shenanigans together.

But, on the other hand, Oz also has a crush on this franken girl and will never bring it up. Content with their friendship.

Yenien&Clara. Where would Yenien begin with this? He basically adopted this human girl and has tried, believe him he has, to give her everything she wanted. The incubus, regardless of how unstable his shape used to be, wanted to be saved and to save someone too.

Clara is someone Yenien wouldn’t hesitate to die for once more, it’s his very own child. He saw her grow up from a scared yet brave kid to a strong and powerful woman, he’s a proud parent even though he’s seen as a brother.

My opinion of your muse

I literally love every muse you write, even those I don’t even interact with. I love how you bring life to each one of these individuals and do your best, write their stories, their own paths, decisions, headcanons—just everything because it’s so well-thought and meaningful.

I am not sure whether I have a favorite, there are too many to chose.

I also ADORE when you get carried away rambling about one specific muse, and even though sometimes I don’t understand, I keep asking questions and becoming invested too. Way too invested sometimes (coughmeaddingjackfrostsooncoUGH).

But I chose these because: the way your portray Lysander is so soft and caring, tender and gentleman like. There are many traits that resamble canon, but so many that make him utterly unique and even more fascinating.

Ignis has to be one of those characters I hold dear and close to my heart because she was one of the first oc of yours I met, I remember how many shenanigans we had back at dA. Drawings of her I have made and how much I have improved and how different she looks with each passing year.

I like Vicky and how problematic you have made her albeit we need more interactions but you tell me headcanons and scenarios that it feels as if I have known her for my whole life.

Clara is also one that I hold dear because of how much of a strong connection she has with Yenien. We had these two ocs that had no one, and from one day to another, they became family. He taught how to dance what she loves the most, she helped him with finding his own happiness with Janisse. There’s such sweetness between them.

My favorite part about our muse’s interactions

T - This is hard, uh, well I love their dynamics, truth be told.

I find interesting how Daria struggles with her mental health and tries to open up more to Lysander, I like how she is trying for once not to do something that might affect everyone, I like how she becomes stubborn and childish around him because honestly Daria only behaved that way towards Daniel since she was an emotionless girl in the past.

I admire how Zen after finding one person who comprehends him so perfectly finds hope in not giving up, finds a strength he didn’t know he had. I find worth to follow how he doesn’t give up on his dreams and how much he craves for this future with her against all odds, he keeps fighting for it.

I like how goofy and childish Oz can be around Vicky because the way I see him, is someone usually calm and composed. Not giving too many facts about himself away, just general questions about what type of monster he is or if he has done his homework.

I love how Yenien insists on being her father and Clara brushing it off as brother, I love seeing them behaving like a single father and his child. I love how overprotective he can become without cutting her freedom, I love how childish he was when Clara fell for Cedric but still chose to help them both because that’s how much he wants for Clara to be happy.

A wish/plot I want to write for our muses

LysxDaria. Alright, hear me out. We talked and joked about Daria giving up her own dreams to join an orchestra to live with Lysander in the farm, but I honestly cannot get it out of my head.

So I legit want a thread of them being extremely domestic in the farm.

ZenxIg. A ROYALTY AU THO—Zen is the perfect unhappy prince with an abusive family that only wants power, he’d be CINDERELLA HERE. ALRIGHT. HE’D BE CINDERELLA. For he falls in love with Ignis in one night.

Oz&Vicky. TBH, I keep joking about Oz and his crush on Vicky but I want a thread where Vicky has a crush on ANY other monster and stops spending time with him as much as before, which leads Oz to think ‘oh so this wasn’t just a crush, I am legit in love with her’ yet he still doesn’t make any attempt and helps her with her lovelife.

Therefore, ending heartbroken, devasted and crying somewhere outside the campus.

Yenien&Clara. I…want Yenien taking Clara to the city he was born into before unexpectedly ending somewhere across the ocean, the place he crossed paths with Clara and chose to help her.

I want Yenien to speak fondly about his past, about every street and corner and how much everything has changed. I want Yenien to break down crying when he can spot the alley he lived and collapsed on, died ever so slowly.

I want him to show weakness, not always this puppy personality of his. I want him to show how he was BEFORE dying and turning into an incubus, you know.

A way your muse has made mine better.

b o i

LysxDaria. For once, Daria has a will to live.

She sees a future with Lysander after highschool since he light up her world, he pulled her out of her darkness with every caring gesture. From their wonderful friendship to their undying love towards one another.

He is helping Daria become a better person, because she is inspired by him and wants to become someone better and worthy of being his companion since he doesn’t want Lysander to be with someone who struggles with so much.

She is also learning to speak rather than running away from her troubles which can cause her to behave recklessly, he can read her with such ease and has the hability to say just the right words she needed to hear to be encouraged.

ZenxIg. This ship speaks for itself.

Zen needed someone like Ignis on his life, someone to rely on, someone to tell his hopes and dreams. He didn’t need someone to fix his life for him, he didn’t want someone to magically fix his problems.

Zen needed someone to tell him ‘hey, you can do it. I’ll be with you no matter what’ and that’s exactly what Ignis made him see. Ignis changed him so much to the point he even started to properly take care of himself, because he has a bit of time to spare and make proper meals rather than eat something bought or bread.

Zen wanted someone to love him for who he is, to see something beyond a pretty face. To see a human with his own traumas and fears, struggling with a facade to not araise questions.

Oz&Vicky. Well, Oz pre-meeting the four was a quiet individual who didn’t want to interact with others unless necessary. It was less problematic not to get involved with anyone. But then he met everyone, and then he became close to so different individuals and closer than anyone else to Vicky that he started to develop a personality of his own. To experiment and toy with this concept of free will he chose to ignore for so long.

Yenien&Clara. He used to be, such a lost soul in a modern world.

He had been dead for so long, and was supposed to remain that way until he suddenly was brought back. And he was as scared as he was confused.

But then he saw this little girl, struggling to live and survive much like he had been. Except this was a little girl, he used to had a family until they died. So, in a way, he did have it better and had a need to protect her. While also, taking care of himself.

Because Yenien never saw his life as worthy, but for this one time, he did. He saw that he needed to be alive to help this little girl survive—eventually, Yenien started to become a better person with her help, to learn about humans, about how much has changed, about dancing to teach her.

To learn to live and move on from his past.

#burglarbravery #Too much chocolate b o i ( Lazy / Mun talk )#cw ; long post #lmao i did not notice how lONG THIS WAS IM SORRY DASHBOARD PPL ON MOBILE

2 notes · View notes

ideaztech · 4 years ago

Text

How To Become A Wedding Videographer – A Quick Step by Step Guide On 2021

WHY WEDDINGS?

Odds are, this has occurred: somebody finds out that you simply do movie, and they request you to picture their marriage. When it is a whole Catholic service, a traditional Hindu Vivaha, or even Druids amassing in the forests, a marriage is the 1 opportunity which the majority of men and women get to get a movie made about these! If you do video, then individuals may want to employ you for it.

But in the event that you made your wedding movie and you lived, you could be asking your self should I do wedding videography? In an business of spec jobs and hope-someone-pays-for-my film fact. Plus it may teach you. A lot.

No Film School achieved to a couple of filmmakers that have generated some of the best wedding movies on earth.

To do it, you'll have to find out your fashion for weddings.

A life threatening filmmaker and also a classically trained studio painter, Alex and Whitney Douglas have created a exceptional style that's landed them among the planet's most renowned traveling wedding videographers. They almost completely shoot destination weddings. Jetting involving nations such as Italy, Indonesia, or India, the filmmakers create a point to catch the location of their wedding because a third part to the groom and bride.

"We love visiting these areas and going out and investigating the landscapes," explained Alex Douglas into NFS. "we would like to challenge ourselves. Our business model is not about efficiency. We prefer to invest more time on jobs to have the ability to find creative satisfaction...that's worked well for us since it has gotten us into a location where we've got a very different style or aesthetic."

Magbanua's design is called Cinematic Journalism: he's got a knack for being in the ideal place at the ideal time to catch the candid feelings of this day. Sleek and enchanting like a Primetime TV series, Magbanua has created his design for almost 20 decades. Magbanua introduced the world a new benchmark of wedding movie: the same-day-edit. Over the previous two decades, he's mastered the mad craft of introducing an edit in the Reception of exactly what occurred earlier in the afternoon!

"The question we always attempt to answer is how do we CAPTURE and interpret all of the feelings, all of the party, the pomp, or maybe the familiarity of the wedding to our moderate -- movie?" Magbanua clarified to NFS. "Wedding Videos have located a significant mass approval locally. And it is a gorgeous thing...I really like it.

Check out the employment of Jason Magbanua:

Matt Johnson is unique and down to ground, and his personality for a wedding videographer reflects this. You can also recognize him from his pleasure Youtube tutorials at which he moves over anything from each bit of audio equipment he possesses to the way to edit a marriage movie.

Similar to every other videographers beginning, there is a focus on just documenting the afternoon," explained Johnson into NFS. "You are a glorified tripod in there." However, as he describes, your personality evolves over the years and it develops from verbatim documentation into some creative voice. "You will find wedding filmmakers which produce hot videos in slow motion the entire time. We are like, it is not likely to be alluring, romantic the entire time! Occasionally it is going to be somewhat goofy, kind of bizarre. Where we turn something on its mind and do the polar opposite of everything you would ordinarily see."

Check out the employment of Film Strong Weddings:

Sarah and Rick Pendergraft owe their district storytelling fashion to their roots in the information, as terrorists, anchors, manufacturers. They then understood this was something that they can do -- and also something to which they'd deliver their journalistic style.

"A great deal of it goes back into our journalism and reporting history of enjoying storytelling and people's stories," explained Sarah Pendergraft into NFS. "Our movies are extremely narrative-driven, really sound driven. Admittedly, it is not like we awakened in with this glorious storytelling...but when we actually began going that path and found our pace, we discovered what we adored together with all the story."

Check out the employment of Pen Weddings:

PLANNING

Like what in filmmaking, the further pre-production, the greater creation. If you are attempting to earn a wedding videography shot list, you have got a few primary scenes to find out. You could have the ability to acquire a complete manufacturing deadline in the wedding planner which will provide you special times and areas for all these scenes. While this will vary Based upon the culture and customs of this bunch, this is a sketch of what many weddings split down into:

All of the excitement of the wedding is bubbly beneath the outside while the wedding party, close family and friends prepare. Concerning the most essential candid moments of this day, this is it. This is frequently a time when photographs are taken of the wedding celebration.

CEREMONY:

Outside, inside, casual, sanctified; this is the kingdom of tripods & extended lenses

COCKTAIL HOUR & COUPLE PORTRAIT SESSION:

The bunch goes into a luminous sunset for portraits with each other, or period the dreaded group photographs, while guests frequently get beverages, games, along with yummy tidbits

RECEPTION:

Food. Toasts. Cakes. Dances. Goodbyes. Why? It may be dark. It may be crowded. A whole lot of people can start impromptu addresses, and a few people today drink a lot of. Great luck!

How can the best-of-the-best handle the components of a marriage? What applications do they work? Following is a profile of just how four entirely different filmmaking teams produce their own award winning videos.

Just take a deep breath, equipment heads. For weddings, newer and bigger is NOT better.

The most precious advantage of your camera to the wedding day? You understand how to utilize it. Intimately. Whereas on a commercial or storyline, you may score cred by bringing a fresh launch of a lens or camera, to a wedding day there isn't any room for mistakes. The experts know that the most essential piece of equipment you may bring is that the one which you know like the back of your hands.

"I've ALL the toys but in the close of the afternoon - it is 1 person, 1 camera," stated Jason Magbanua.

"We must carry as hardly any pieces of gear with us as you can on our excursions because we are traveling to distant nations occasionally and it can find a little tricky," explained Alex Douglas.

"Anything that is documenting the afternoon at which we are running around rather than in a static place, I am on a Movi M10 using a 1DX2. In a civilization of continuously changing cameras, that does not really fit that storyline."

"I dedicate myself to particular rules. I'd like the lowest footprint potential. So I will shoot handheld with a strap a great deal of time and using a 24-70mm lens. I have that lens range versatility. In a universe with one-handed gimbals and very tiny gimbals, I prefer using this MoVi M10, since I will do lots of telephoto gimbal work. I discover that it is exceptional, as much as having the ability to control. I have rules such as that, but I'm definitely prepared to split them for gear if it actually adds something to our capacity to tell tales."

FILMSTRONG shoots the Sony a7S II.

Especially cause I've a YouTube station where I discuss equipment," explained Matt Johnson. "So people are like, why have not you updated?"

In a wedding, you don't have complete control over the light. While many lights as I bring as many items as I attempt to restrain. It is never ideal."

My favourite is 50mm. Rachel resides on the 135mm daily and it is wonderful. "

"The IBIS is a TREMENDOUS slice of technology to need to assist with our run and gun design and that cinema verite look we constantly aim for," comprehensive Magbanua.

Bridal preps I will completely cover together with all the 25mm Voigtlanders (equal 50mm on MFT). And then we proceed longer throughout the service. And I've an older 50mm Planar Zeiss on a Metabones that I can not seem not to use. "

"We've got several Sigma artwork lenses along with a lot of Canon lenses since we had been Canon previously, and we're using adapters," explained Sarah Pendergraft. After we reach a service, it is typically a great deal of 70-200mm unless it is a little setting. We divide up just like for Preps. Then whether it is a first appearance or a service at the stage, we come together and we are normally together the remainder of the day"

"We do have particular parts where I am setting up sound for the service while he is getting folks coming. I am setting up sound and receiving particulars of this reception while he is performing cocktail hour and possibly getting some aerials if it is light enough and there is an outside setting.

We, through time, have only honed in on our particular roles."

SOUND

Each filmmaker expressed the significance of audio. Jason Magbanua says he's anal and utilizes Deity D3PROs on most of the cameras, Instamics, Deity Lavs, Zoom H6s, and older Tascam recorders as copies. Matt Johnson has an entire wedding videography tutorial on each bit of audio equipment he owns) Here is how it works for Sarah Pendergraft, whose design of"sound inspired storytelling" takes five to seven sound sources for every scene in her marriage movies:

They've inner micro SD recorders, which means you are not going via the camera preamps. You are recording directly into the mike. On occasion you're able to send the mics throughout the room [through Preps] while we are doing"narrative time" to get better sound of those folks around the area. Occasionally they ask questions want that sound also. When we do sit down with the wedding couple to get [tales ] we utilize Countrymen lavs with little Tascam recorders. We've got black, tan and white lavs and also do our very best to conceal them. We microphone up for initial appearance or for the service. Nearly every bride ours for the previous five or six decades is sporting a hidden mic beneath her dress. In terms of backup, typically, you're obtaining a feed in the band or the DJ.

Then we have among those shotgun mics pointed at one of the speakers as a true last resort setup. Then we place an Instamic, a small little recorder on the microphone that they are using for toasts. We also have a few nearby recorders round the area for choosing up laughter, applause, along with the audience noise separate from another sound. And we do exactly the exact same thing in the service. Mic that the officiant, the bunch. When there's a reader, then mic whatever podium they are likely to. And the exact same thing with nearby recorders for audience noise, or when there is a string quartet. We strive our very best to have something scattered on each major sound. "

MOVEMENT

And just how IBIS has changed the game to get a sensible handheld feel that could currently be smooth and nice.

Here is how Jason Magbanua explains his philosophy towards motion:

"I need that natural, floating appearance. Shaky camera into a lesser level. I really like that doc feel. Of being at the present time. It permits us to install shots quicker during mad moments (where you can find a lot). We nearly always use manual focus also. Sticks through the service and a camera onto a Zhiyun Crane and for variety. I'd almost always prefer hand-held camera sessions also. I've a Mavic Guru 2 too when we are permitted to use them.

Many filmmakers agreed when the place is really a highlight, a drone may be a fantastic tool.

"I adore drones. Notably for the destinations we all take, it truly provides a feeling of landscape or space. . .If these folks are deciding to get married in such far-off areas, then that place is significant to them. Additionally, it always only adds something else...

The cutting edge stuff that is being performed at weddings is since you've got more creative freedom than you would on stains, or in your corporate shoots or anything. This is similar to a golden era of wedding movies because the technologies has allowed for folks to inform cinematic, inventive stories. And customers are now getting educated about the value of this and it becoming as precious as the wedding pictures. The pub is set higher but they are also excited by a few of those creative storytelling which makes it possible for filmmakers to further research those languages and aesthetics. I believe that it's a fairly exciting time for the genre"

LIGHTING

However, the sun sets, and you may want some help.

Getting ready

Filmmakers, for the large part, will attempt to promote the wedding party to perform crucial things alongside a window with lovely light, but maybe not more than that.

Ceremony

Indoor places often will not allow lighting, however if they do and it is needed, a few filmmakers will up something. Jason Magbanua will utilize Aputure lights to get a dim ceremony when he receives permission. He'll utilize an Aputure MC lighting as a wonderful match for portrait sessions and bride shots. Pen Weddings will do exactly the exact same for the service.

Reception

In the reception, the most peculiar aspect of this wedding, Pen Weddings will attempt to find a backlight and a secret constantly LED Dedolights. They prefer to place up lights unobtrusively around in which the DJ speakers are and utilize one mild as a backlight pointed so it is not unpleasant but adds feel. "We enjoy the Dedolights due to the dimmers on these," explained Sarah Pendergraft. "Some dance flooring have layouts that are odd, therefore we still put up all 3 lights, however we pick, fine, if I am shooting from this way, this one has turned away. That way we are not blasting them in the specific same way I am shooting"

Crucial point? Do not be obtrusive. As Matt Johnson describes it:

"Lights are excellent but do not make it too a lot of production. You need lights which aren't likely to blind men and women. Nobody enjoys it if grandma's off to the face of the dancing floor and you are beating some 300 Watt monster on her. I generally attract two lights. I've one spotlight I utilize to your dance floor to light the dance. And I have another headed panel I bring together to help light the toast every time individuals are talking. That gives us with just a bit of depth"

CREW

The majority of the filmmakers consisted of two-person teams, together with occasional added shooters. Jason Magbanua is the exclusion, who frequently applies four camera operators, two supporters for lighting and sound, and yet another Day editor. Hats off to his group!

If you get booked for a marriage you have to travel to, then here are three major points to think about, based on Sculpting with Time Productions.

Some states you can just say you are a hobbyist, although some such as the Bahamas have rigorous work licenses.

Contemplate ATA Carnet. It may cost a pretty penny, but it ensures that you are not hassled by the habits of every country about why it is you're bringing all this equipment (and if you want to get charged customs fees or possess is confiscated right once you need it the most)

Obtain a LiPo safe tote to continue all of your batteries and allow it to via TSA without hassle.

Make copies of your footage and keep it in the hotel safe. If you are doing a fantastic job at entering the nooks and crannies of this wonderful location you're seeing, you do not wish to risk having footage becoming stolen or go missing in the event that you happen upon some untoward scenarios!

Wedding videography strategies for beginners!

I understand you do movie. Would you wish to picture it?' However, with the caveat, I don't have any clue what I am doing. Nothing was appropriate whatsoever, but I only tried to make it operate. The couple ends up enjoying it and that I did not despise it. I've got a good deal of room for improvement however.'"

The takeaway? Snacks, water bottles, a dim ensemble, and allowing the few know beforehand which you're early in your career. And be certain that you split the video in the future to your cringe-worthy variable, as Matt termed it. He shared with the edit of the very first wedding movie:

When it's your wedding movie, you might be only 1 individual. But shooting with a single camera is tough for certain moments particularly, where it may be well worth it for a unmanned instant installment.

"You definitely can. But strategy it out, map a program. Temper expectations. You'll be using the bride the majority of the time schedule the groom around that. At least possess an unmanned camera to the service so that you may edit at least two angles. "

Creating a wedding video to your customers typically starts in the start with their pick of edit. Along with the filmmakers offer you many spans. Do not hesitate to edit the entire damned day together! Bear in mind that less is more, particularly when it has to do with your sanity and just how much you're charging

#mechanical #mechanical art #Research Industrial Design Mechanical Engineering Electrical Engineering Production Transition UXDesign UIDesign WebDevelopment AppDevelopme #industrial design #research #photography #photography videography #Videography

0 notes

higuchimon · 4 years ago

Text

[fanfic] Rewards of Losing: Chapter 18

Vector strolled alongside of Yuuri, taking in the scenery. A few Fusion soldiers eyed him cautiously, probably disturbed by his lack of uniform, but the fact he carried one of their duel disks and Yuuri seemed to have him “in custody” meant they didn’t bother him directly.

Too bad. I could use the exercise. It might lessen his chances of succeeding at what he was doing but it would be fun, and fun wasn’t to be sneezed at, especially not these days. He would take it where he could find it.

“You wouldn’t be taking me the long way around, would you?” He asked. He suspected under other circumstances, he and Yuuri could have gotten along splendidly. And probably terrified a lot of people. Too bad things turned out the way that they had.

Yuuri snorted. “No. The Professor is just deep inside the building. He likes being protected.”

Well, that was interesting. Vector stored the information away to deal with later. He strolled onward, humming a bit under his breath. Yuuri asked something that he wasn’t quite expecting as they walked.

“Why do you people put up with those Cats? They’re repulsive. Cats shouldn’t be that large – or able to talk - let alone anything else.”

Vector snorted. “I don’t put up with them. I want nothing to do with one of them. They’re smelly and you have to get them registered and they walk in and out of your place all night long.” He shook his head. “Not worth the effort.”

Yuuri’s lips twitched at that. “You’re probably the first XYZ person I’ve met who has some intelligence, then. Most of them seem to fawn over the creatures. Quite annoying if you ask me.”

A few more minutes and they stood outside of a door guarded by two duelists, who eyed Vector untrustfully and respectfully saluted Yuuri. “Can we do something for you, Yuuri-sama?” One of them asked.

“I believe I sent a message that I was on the way with this XYZ defector to come and see the Professor,” Yuuri said, waving his fingers. “Step out of the way.”

The guards leaped aside at once, opening the door. Yuuri strolled inside without a care and Vector followed, adjusting his jacket and watching everything he could to commit it to memory. The room itself was large, with a few tables set out of the main way, and some sort of odd machine in the back. Vector had no idea of what that was. But he followed Yuuri all the way up to where the man on the throne sat, watching their progress. “Professor,” Yuuri said, tilting his head forward. “This is Vector. He offers to give us the location of the Heartland survivors, if we find him a Firestarter to bond to.” The Professor – a wrinkly old man that didn’t impress Vector at all – turned a stern gaze onto him. Vector sketched a salute and grinned. “A strong Firestarter, mind you. Someone worth the effort.” His eyes gleamed with desire. “Someone I can have a lot of fun with.” Yuuri chuckled at that. One of the Professor’s eyebrows quirked. Vector suspected he wasn’t as awed – or terrified – by Yuuri as most people seemed around here. “And your reason for this is? I find it unlikely that you would do this for such a small price.” “It’s not small to me,” Vector pointed out. “But if you want to give me more – a powerful Firestarter and a luxurious place to live here. For that matter, let me have some fun carding people. I’ve done it since I got this.” He raised the duel disk. “Let me keep on doing it.” The Professor made a faint noise that Vector chose to interpret as agreeing. His eyes rested on the duel disk. “Explain to me how you got that. My soldiers are trained to self-destruct their duel disks in the unlikely even they’re defeated.” “Oh, I know.” Vector waved one hand carelessly. “That's what I didn’t bother to defeat the one I took this one off of.” Again the Professor’s eyebrow twitched upward. Vector slipped his favorite knife from the hidden sheath and licked it slowly, savoring the taste of it. “I just killed them. It’s hard to self-destruct when you’re dead.” Yuuri’s eyes brightened in approval. “I don’t suppose you bothered to get their name? I want to talk to whoever their trainer was.” “Didn’t bother.” Vector shrugged, sliding his knife back. “Does it matter that much?” “Not really. But it would have bee amusing.” Yuuri turned back to the Professor. “I think that he could be useful.” “Then which Firestarter would you suggest for him?” The Professor wanted to know. Yuuri folded his arms over his chest and considered the options. “Most of the ones I can think of are either too weak or someone’s already bonded to them,” he mused. He gave Vector a measuring look. “Though there is one exception.” The Professor twitched his fingers; apparently that was enough of an incentive for Yuuri to keep on going. “Marufuji. He’s coming along reasonably well, though I might need a little help to get his memories properly restructured.”

“And who would you bond to in that situation?”

Yuuri’s grin turned feral and wicked. Vector approved. “I’ve got my eye on a Firestarter from XYZ. Brother to the girl you want taken. It will keep him out of the way so he won’t try to get her back.”

That got a small nod from the Professor. “And why not allow this XYZ Firestarter for our new – comrade?” He regarded Vector for a few seconds.

“Because I want to try him out for myself. We can make Marufuji what Vector would like. And I still haven’t decided that I don’t want him anyway.” Yuuri shrugged. “There’s time to make the decision.”

Vector nodded his own agreement. “I don’t know what Firestarter from XYZ you’re talking about but I don’t care. Just meet my demands and I’ll keep my part of the bargain.”

Both of them nodded, and Yuuri looked ready to say something else. He broke off with a sudden wince, one hand to his forehead, and in the same moment, Vector’s breath hissed between his teeth. He suspected, once he had a moment to consider, that he wasn’t as strongly affected because he wasn’t from this world. The Professor stood up.

“What is it?” He looked ready to summon troops with a single word if the occasion called for it. But Yuuri shook his head, turning around.

“There are intruders in my garden. Two of them -” His eyes narrowed as he listened to the voices in his heart. “They’re after Marufuji.”

Akaba Leo drew himself up. “From XYZ?” He raised one hand, starting to point at Vector, who snarled. He could hear the garden’s call, though not as loudly as Yuuri did.

“I have nothing to do with this.” It would be ridiculous to even consider. But the Professor didn’t back down, not until Yuuri spat out the next words.

“Only one – the Healer Cat. The other – from here.” His fingers curled into claws and Vector thought he saw Yuuri’s eyes flash slitted for a heartbeat. Strange indeed. “It’s Marufuji – Marufuji Shou.”

Well. This was getting more and more interesting. The Professor nodded then and snapped his fingers. His two guards stepped up at once.

“Send a contingent of Obelisk Force Firestarters to Yuuri’s Garden. Have them restrain the Healer Cat and Marufuji Shou. Ensure Marufuji Ryou’s safety.”

Yuuri snorted. “They won’t be able to. My Garden won’t let them in. It only let those two in because they could find the routes inside. But Firestarters can’t. I’ll go.”

Akaba didn’t rescind his order, however. “They can encircle the Garden and make sure that they don’t escape with Marufuji Ryou, until you get there.”

If Yuuri cared about that, he said nothing. He simply turned and stalked his way out. Vector watched for a few seconds, shrugged, and followed afterward, curious now to see what would happen next. What he saw as they exited the building – taking a short cut that he’d never dreamed existed given the way they’d come in – impressed him. Every tree, flower, bush, and blade of grass wove and danced in the wind of Yuuri’s rage. Some flowers burst into bloom and then fell into dust as he walked by. Vector didn’t think he’d ever seen a Healer that angry before. Most of them never reached that point since their Firestarters kept them balanced and steady. Yuuri needed a Firestarter more than anyone he’d ever seen.

Vector also wondered just which Cat it was that had snuck in and why. One way or the other, this was getting a lot more interesting than he’d originally thought.

Mizael sheltered himself underneath an overhang of stone. He’d grown a good concealing breadth of thorns to ensure that no one else would see him, but he could peer between them and see what was going on. He’d waited here for close to an hour and so far they hadn’t found any Fusion soldiers.

I know they’re here. What are they doing? Are they hiding? That didn’t make sense. Given the whole situation, there wasn’t any reason for them to hide. But he couldn’t see any.

He leaned back against the stone, closed his eyes, and let his mind wander, touching onto every tree and bit of lie that he could find, murmuring his questions. He wanted to know where the invaders were, what they were doing, and how to get them closer to him.

Eventually – he couldn’t have said when – he could feel an answer. As always, no words, but a sense that here there were Fusion soldiers – ones who couldn’t get away.

Mizael blinked at that. Why couldn’t they get away? He formed the question in the blink of an eye, and the answer floated back.

Because the wild foliage of XYZ wouldn’t let it. Because another Healer had asked them to hold onto these.

Who? Mizael wanted to know. Who asked you?

The Cat. He went away with another one of them, a nicer one.

Mizael shifted and frowned. That wasn’t what he’d expected to hear. A Cat who “went away” with someone of Fusion? Then he sat up. Kei? Was it Kei?

Cat. The whisper came. That was all he was likely to get. Finding the plant-life that could tell the difference between individual Cats and Healers that weren’t actually Dark wasn’t easy. Especially when he didn’t know the trees and bushes he asked.

Well, that gave him an answer regardless. He wriggled out from behind the thorns and headed over to where he knew Chris attempted to find Fusion soldiers. As soon as he walked up, the other Healer opened his eyes and looked at him.

“I know where to go,” Mizael said, gesturing down what had once been a pleasantly busy street. “I think Kei’s been dong some work.” He shrugged. “I should have thought about that before.” The Cat had said he was going to find a way to get to Ryou. How else could he do it except by stealing a Duel Disk, or a duelist?

Chris came to his feet in one graceful movement, Durbe joining him. He’d kept a watch on the area, ready to capture or incinerate anyone who came too close to his Healer. Mizael looked forward to one day having a partner like that – no, not Ryou of course.

“We’ll have to thank him,” Chris said, his lips quirked into a smile. “Do you think he’d accept fish?”

“I think what he wants is Marufuji back,” Mizael replied. He glanced away; if he were being truly honest with himself, he wanted the same thing. He wanted that pleasant night they’d had together to be real – to know that he wasn’t being lied to or used. To know that Ryou defended him because he cared, not for – whatever reasons he’d done it. Mizael didn’t know and hesitated on finding out.

He put it aside. If he ever saw Ryou again he would ask then what all of that had been about. He wasn’t sure if he should expect that or not.

I should go and help Kei. The idea formed simply and calmly. Kei was a powerful Healer but he was in Fusion, where he didn’t know anyone or anything. He would need all the backup that he could get.

But that would have to happen later. For now, they needed to find those Fusion soldiers Kei so politely left behind and capture those duel disks.

In point of fact, that didn’t take very long. Half an hour, more or less, to find where the captured Fusion soldiers were being held, securely wrapped in vines and branches. There were two of them, held back to back, muttering to each other. As soon as Durbe, Chris, and Mizael entered the clearing, one of them looked up.

“Get us out of this!” He snapped. “You could at least do us the c0urtesy of carding us instead of leaving us like this!”

Mizael exchanged a glance with Chris, who looked far too amused for words. “Now, why do you think we’d do something like carding you?” Though truth to tell, Mizael guessed a few people would happily do that in revenge for all those who’d already been lost.

The other soldier snorted. “Because we’re prisoners and that’s what happens to prisoners! What else would you think? So either let us go and let us card you, or card us.”

Durbe tilted his head, examining them carefully. “We know that you self-destruct your duel disks when you’re captured. How could we trust that you wouldn’t do that if we attempted to ‘card’ you? Or that it can’t be set up to work on us regardless?”

The first one rolled his eyes. “Because we can’t get to the self-destruct button the way we’re tied up. That monster Cat did this to us and brainwashed one of our good soldiers to take him to Fusion.”

Well, that was interesting indeed. Mizael strolled closer and peered down at them.. “Kei’s not a monster. At least not the usual kind. And I doubt he did any brainwashing.”

“You’re wrong,” the same one declared. “He made it look easy! He didn’t even duel her! He just asked to go to Fusion and she took him!”

Quick glances shot among the three XYZ defenders. Mizael held back a grin, but not by much. “So, he asked politely and she agreed. The only thing I find wrong about that is that one of you listened to someone asking politely.” His smile widened ever so faintly and the two Fusion soldiers stared at him, aware in that moment of why he was the supreme dragon user of XYZ. “Well, we’re not really going to ask politely. But I’m not Kei so I don’t have to.”

He leaned down, spied their duel disks, and unfastened them. It wasn’t that easy, especially since the trees and vines held them in a fashion so the Fusion duelists couldn’t get to them. But he managed, handing one to Chris and the other to Durbe.

“Good,” Durbe said, staring down at the one he held. “Now we can start doing to them what they’ve been doing to us.”

Akane hurried through the corridors of Academia, hoping to find Tenjoin Asuka before anyone else found her. She didn’t think anyone knew that she’d brought the Healer Cat there, but Fusion had a way of knowing what one did almost before one actually did. Even if she managed to get to Asuka in time, what about what happened afterward? She couldn’t be sure.

She couldn’t even be sure that Asuka would listen to her. But she’d always admired the other duelist’s strength of will and heart. After what she’d seen in the XYZ dimension, she couldn’t let that happen to such a pure and powerful Firestarter as Tenjoin Asuka.

“Akane?”

Akane pitched to a halt at the utterance of her name, her breath catching in her throat. She looked up to see Asuka standing there, a curious tilt to her head.

“Akane, are you all right? I thought you were in XYZ.”

Here it was. Akane swallowed and stepped closer, glancing here and there to ensure that no one else stood close enough to hear her. “I was. I saw what we’ve been doing there.”

Asuka nodded, a gleam of light in her eyes. “I envy you. I want the chance to go there and -”

Akane shook her head at once. “No! No, you don’t!” She clasped her hands together and stared at the other, wishing as she never had before that she were a Healer and could offer the strength and balance that Asuka needed. All she could offer was herself, and Asuka hadn’t ever indicated that she’d wanted that.

But she kept going regardless. “What we’re doing there is wrong. We’re carding people – ones who don't fight back. Who are innocents.” Akane fought to keep the tears out of her eyes and didn’t think she succeeded very well. “This isn’t a war. This is a slaughter. It’s wrong. It’s unfair. They can’t fight back. They’re trying so hard, but they just can’t, and I can’t be part of that anymore.” She swallowed, wringing her hands. “I’m – I’m going to leave,” she whispered, pitching her voice so low that Asuka had to clean in closer to hear her. “And I want you to come with me. Please. You shouldn’t be part of this.”

Asuka’s eyes were round and shocked with every word Akane said. When the Osiris Red girl stopped, Asuka quietly reached out to her, resting one hand in her shoulder.

“If that’s what you want, then let’s go.”

Akane wasn’t certain what she’d heard at first. Asuka believed her? Asuka would leave with her? She wasn’t sure where they were going to go but they wouldn’t be a part of this anymore.

Then she slowly began to smile. A heartbeat of hesitation held her back. “All right. But first – would you like to meet a Healer Cat?”

To Be Continued

Notes: Remember, Akane got carded in canon. Will I do that to her? Will I send Asuka off with Yuuya’s dad? Not telling! But you’ll find out soon.

#fanfic #higuchimon writes #ygobb2020 #ygo gx #ygo zexal #ygo arc-v #marufuji ryou #Mizael #yuuri (Arc-V)#chapters: rewards of losing #au: healer firestarter

0 notes