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hikari-kaitou · 3 years ago

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Capcom’s Official AA Fanclub Surveys - Main Series Edition

Naturally, Capcom’s official AA fanclub site didn't only post surveys about the DGS characters; they published far more of them about the main series characters. It makes sense, as they started the trend before the DGS series had even been conceived.

Back in the old days, they used to hold a survey on Capcom’s official AA fansite every few months where they’d write about the seasonal activities of a handful of characters and ask fans to vote for the funniest/most pleasant/strangest/etc answer.

They stopped doing them in like… 2016? 2017? The original text is lost for good as far as I can tell. Even the wayback machine couldn’t help because the content was password locked and you can’t get past the password wall while remaining in the archived version.

Fortunately, I saved some of my translations of them so I thought I’d share them. Unfortunately, I was doing these translations very casually and only intended to share them with two of my close friends at the time when I did them, so some of them are just summaries rather than proper translations, and I tended to only focus on characters that we personally were interested in or scenarios that we thought were funny or interesting. That means there are parts missing, and because I didn't expect the original text to be wiped off the site I didn't save it so I could go back and fill in the blanks. Sorry about that...

Cut for length!

"Spring is on its way and each of the AA cast members spent their day off in different ways. Who's way of spending their day off sounds the most pleasant?"

Phoenix- he finished unpacking his moving boxes and sorting his seasonal clothing. While he was packing away his ugly pink sweater and such, he happened across the complete works of Shakespeare at the bottom of one of the boxes, got completely absorbed in reading, and ended up abandoning his unpacking.

Mia- She went shopping at a department store for a new summer suit. On her way, she coincidentally ran into Maya, who was on her way to the agency to hang out, but then at some point Maya vanished. Mia tried calling her cell phone but she didn't answer. "Don't tell me she's lost at her age," Mia thought, and began to search for her. She found Maya transfixed by a rooftop Steel Samurai show. It seems that she was both exasperated and relieved.

Maya- she tagged along on Mia's shopping trip, but the second she spied a poster for a rooftop Steel Samurai show, she made a beeline for the roof. She got into a cheering battle with a mean-looking elementary school boy and really enjoyed the show. When the show was over, she reunited with an exasperated looking Mia. She gleefully led Mia to a burger restaurant so they could eat some burgers together.

Edgeworth- he treated himself to a drive along the coast in his red sports car... Well, that was the plan, but then he was pushed by his mentor Von Karma into being the driver for his shopping trip. As a reward for his service, he received a brand new Von Karma style, stylish and flashy summer suit.

Then there's Larry, who dragged Phoenix to a café to hit on its hot owner, and the judge who bought a wig.

"Apollo, Fulbright, Edgeworth, Klavier and Kristoph made visits to a nursery school near the courthouse. Which of them did the most pleasant activity with the children?"

Apollo acted out the story of the “Crying Red Ogre” for the children. Phoenix played the part of the blue ogre, and Apollo was the red ogre, and Apollo’s wailing moved the children to tears too. In a panic over all the crying, they got Trucy to cheer them up with a magic trick in which she made Apollo disappear.

Fulbright: He came dressed in a blinding white costume to teach the children about justice and put on a play. The children gave him thunderous applause... But when Jinxie, who had been forced to play the part of the heroine, saw Fulbright, she thought he was the ghost of an army general, got scared, and slapped a charm on his face.

Edgeworth and Gumshoe: He and Gumshoe were going to reenact the story of Kintarou (an old Japanese fairytale). Franziska handed Edgeworth the Kintarou costume she’d designed (If you've seen Ghibli's Spirited Away, recall what Bou, the giant baby, wears. That's what we're talking about here). Edgeworth fearfully asked “You... expect me to wear this...?” Gumshoe, who had painted his whole body black to play the role of a bear, told him “Of course, sir! It doesn’t fit me!” and shoved Edgeworth out on stage in it. Edgeworth quickly began to reconsider Gumshoe’s salary for next month.

Klavier and Kristoph: Kristoph started giving a boring lecture on the importance of law, and the kids were getting antsy. Seeing this, Klavier came over with his guitar to liven things up, performing a rock style arrangement of the “The Bear Went Over The Mountain". But then he threw in the unnecessary comment of “If any of you scratch the frets of my guitar, I’ll be suing for damage of property, ok?” And they both ended up getting kicked out.

"This survey is about who knows how to enjoy a sunny day at Gourd Lake the best"

Simon: To give Taka some exercise, Blackquill took him and Fulbright (who was on guard duty) out for some falconry. Things were going well until Taka heard something about this mysterious creature “Gourdy,” freaked out, flew into the little shop selling Gourdy merchandise and started making a huge mess. Blackquill and Fulbright gathered Taka up in a panic and hightailed it out of there as fast as they could.

Edgeworth had seen Phoenix home and on his way back passed by Gourd Lake. Just as he was starting to get bad flashbacks... he happened to hear Larry in the middle of a flirting attempt and got dragged in. The woman he was trying to put the moves on was a foreigner, and she and Edgeworth started chatting in her native language. Larry couldn’t understand and was annoyed that Edgeworth was apparently moving in on his target, so he sulked and blew up at Edgeworth.

Athena tried to play matchmaker for Apollo and Juniper, so she told them to meet her in the forest near Gourd Lake so that they would run into each other there and hopefully hit it off. Juniper got there first, expecting to find Athena, but when Apollo showed up, she panicked and hid behind a tree. While she was trying to gather her nerve to go talk to him, he wandered off and she lost sight of him.

Phoenix was at the park and he got caught by Larry who was doing his part time job of selling Samurai Dogs. Larry saw a pretty lady that he wanted to flirt with so he asked Phoenix to mind the shop while he was gone. Business was slow, so he called in all the WAA members to put their full range of skills to use. They seem to have managed to sell them all!

Gumshoe took Missile for a walk in the park. They stopped for a rest and Gumshoe fell asleep, so Missile slipped out of his collar and ran over to where the Samurai Dogs were being sold. He ate them all without Phoenix noticing. Phoenix handed things back over to Larry when he got back and Larry got in huge trouble for losing so much product.

"This survey is talking about how the cast spent their Valentines Day"

Trucy gave Polly chocolate for himself and some for Klavier and asked Apollo to give it to him for her. Klavier wasn’t in court when Apollo went to look for him, though, so he and Phoenix went to the prosecutors’ office together with their chocolate. On their way, though, Apollo found himself getting a lot of strange looks from Themis Legal Academy students.

Ema gave some chocolates to Phoenix to give to Edgeworth because she suddenly got called to a crime scene. Phoenix headed over to the prosecutors’ office but Edgeworth was in court and wasn’t there, so Phoenix waited out in front of the prosecutors’ office with this flashy, girly looking bag of chocolates. Edgeworth’s trial ended up going a long time and Phoenix got a lot of stares as he waited.

Edgeworth was hit by a pollen-filled spring breeze on his way back to the office and suddenly his eyes got all red and itchy and he was left sneezing and sniffling. Phoenix came to talk to him and got quite a surprise when he saw the state Edgeworth’s face was in. The chocolates Ema gave him were in the shape of the Steel Samurai and they made Edgeworth so pleased that it seemed to ease his suffering a little.

Flower Viewing:

Phoenix and Apollo go to the park early to hold flower viewing spots for the WAA members. They see some people from around town that they know who ask them to hold their spots while they go and grab this or that. Phoenix and Apollo do their best to hold those people’s spots and in the process lose their own. They end up begging Edgeworth to let them share his and Klavier’s spot.

White Day:

Because of his painful memories about Valentine’s Day from elementary school, he doesn’t like Valentine’s Day or White Day that much. As a return gift to his beloved daughter, he gave her painstakingly handmade magic panty shaped chocolates. Apparently he forced the ones that didn’t turn out on Edgeworth...

Klavier was holding a ladies only concert, which he invited Trucy to. Phoenix was worried about letting Trucy be out at night by herself, so he sent Apollo along in disguise (as a woman!!). But Klavier saw through Apollo’s disguise easily and to Apollo’s horror, called him up on stage.

Autumn/Moon Viewing:

Phoenix, Edgeworth and Larry went to collect chestnuts together. Larry was too focused on looking for chestnuts and not watching where he was going and fell down the mountain slope. Phoenix had tried to catch Larry but he ended up falling too and spraining his ankle slightly. Edgeworth had to carry Phoenix on his back down the mountain.

Apollo went moon viewing with the rest of the WAA. It turned out into kind of an office party and Apollo had drink after drink while assuring everyone that “I’m fine!” but ended up getting pretty hammered. He proceeded to pass out and Phoenix took care of him.

Obon Festival:

Klavier performed a bonfire festival dance version of the Guitar’s Serenade at the summer festival and Apollo provided the taiko drum backup. He filled the gaps in the taiko drumming with his chords of steel, and it was a very energetic bonfire dance.

Edgeworth noticed the festival going on on his way home from work and decided to have a look. He saw Phoenix selling Samurai Dogs and desperately wanted one, but couldn’t bear the thought of Phoenix finding out that he was a Steel Samurai fan. He hemmed and hawed in front of the festival stall, trying to decide whether to buy one, but they sold out before he could make up his mind.

Phoenix went to the festival with Maya. Larry, who was working the Samurai Dog stand, called them over and forced them to watch the stand while he made a booty call. Phoenix and Maya’s manzai comedy duo style vocal advertising was so successful that they quickly sold out.

Christmas:

Phoenix, Trucy, Athena, Apollo and Pearl all spent the night at the office after their party wrapped up. Phoenix put presents next to the kids' pillows during the night.

Edgeworth grumbled about having to play Santa but dressed up anyway and snuck in at night to bring the younger ones at Phoenix's office some presents. He accidentally ends up sneaking into Phoenix’s room instead.

Apollo wanted to be a good big brother to Trucy and Pearl, so he snuck into their rooms to leave gifts but tripped over something, let out a Chords of Steel volume shout as he fell and ruined the surprise/

Klavier, as a favor to Trucy, snuck in dressed as a Visual Kei style Santa, but he announced his arrival with a rock arrangement of Santa Claus is Coming to Town and got caught and kicked out.

Blackquill had to make a jailbreak in order to play Santa, was chased down and Phoenix woke to find the police surrounding his office.

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rizubaby · 4 years ago

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Danganronpa V2 Kinks & Headcanons | males.

genre ; nsfw headcanons.

summary ; my interpretations / headcanons for the boys from SDR2; what they're like in bed and what I think their kinks are.

tags ; mentions of various kinks / vulgar language.

note ; these are just my personal interpretations of the characters. Some may not agree or have other headcanons, which is fine. To each their own. ♡

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

Hajime Hinata

Hajime would definitely be a bit of a wild card. He's open to almost anything. Whatever you're into, he's willing to try it out. You pretty much never know what kind of mood he's in.

While he certainly likes slow and sensual sex, he does also like to be rougher, especially when he's irritated or in a bad mood. He would just pin you down onto the bed or against the wall and fuck your brains out. When he needs to blow off some steam, you're always willing to let him take it out on you.

He likes receiving head, but loves giving head as well. Just having you tremble beneath him from all the orgasms he's given you right before he'll blow your back is just *chef's kiss*

He's not one to talk much during sex, but he adores your sweet moans and when you beg for him. When he's in a really bad mood though, he'll call you degrading names and throw some swears in here and there, just because he can't fathom how good you make him feel.

Kazuichi Souda

He loves being praised. He'll do anything to make you feel good. Can be kind of goofy, but takes pleasuring you very seriously. He likes when you take control, but only because he's high-key a simp for you. He can dom too, but he's a gentle dom.

Also really into voyeurism. He loves watching you pleasure yourself. He thinks you're SO beautiful. Your ass is probably his favourite body part. Slapping it, squishing it, anything. Teasing him would result in him turning as red as a tomato, probably. Just know that all that built up sexual frustration will come out later.

Would probably die from a nosebleed if he saw you walking around in just your panties or in his clothes.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Loves to be in control. Adores it when you give him head and swallow his cum or lick it off of yourself when he cums on your face or your tits.

I imagine him to be very into dd/lg stuff too. He'd call you "baby" or "my kitten" a lot. He loves it when you call him "master", for obvious reasons.

Swears a lot when fucking you. If you were being a brat, he'd punish you for it in all sorts of ways (and secretly loves it, though he has to pretend he doesn't). Whatever he's in the mood for, really; putting a collar and leash on you and drag you around, make you sit on his dick without allowing you to move, edging you, etc.

He would feel comfortable letting his guard down around you. While he likes having rough sex, he loves it when you're good to him and show him that you love him. Little kisses, playing with his hair, caressing his face... He'd melt.

Gundham Tanaka

Oooh, this man.

He's such a good lover. He'll make sure you feel comfortable and loved, and he'll call you sweet names like "my queen", "sweetheart" and "darling". Tells you you're beautiful a lot. Sensual sex is the way to go, no matter what pace.

Even if he's fucking you into oblivion (or into hell in his case), he'll still ask if you're okay and he'll praise you so much. Things like "you're doing wonderful, my love" and "hold on just a little bit longer sweetheart". He loves marking you, showing everyone that you're his beautiful queen.

This man definitely has a breeding kink. They call him the Ultimate Breeder for a reason.

Nekomaru Nidai

I'm not even going to lie to you, this man is A BEAST. Jesus Christ, the stamina on this dude.

With his height and physique, there's bound to be some size difference. And he LOVES it. He loves seeing you struggle to fit all of him inside you, it all adds to his ego.

He's VERY loud, and loves to hear you moan and scream too. While he's not even that rough in bed, because of the size difference and how big he is, it might as well seem that way. His stamina is through the roof, so you'd eventually have to call it quits yourself before you literally pass out.

Being the Ultimate Team Manager, he knows how to praise and encourage you. He'd have to be extra careful not to literally crush you sometimes, which is why he prefers positions in which you are on top. Again, being able to see you struggle really does it for him.

This may not come as a surprise, but he definitely has the biggest dick out of everyone. I mean, look at him. Come on now.

Nagito Komaeda

Definitely a sadist, like I don't know what to tell you.

He'd be sweet one second and a fucking asshole the next. He gets off of humiliating you and calling you names. Loves tying you up too, often using either rope or handcuffs.

This guy doesn't have a limit when it comes to kinks. Toys, edging, degradation, bdsm, torture, you name it. He loves it when you grab him by his hair too.

He wouldn't be one to top much, instead letting you take the lead. Sit on him, step on him all you want, he doesn't mind (in fact, he loves it). Masochist much?

Nagito would absolutely be into breath-play. Letting you ride his dick but simultaneously holding you by your throat would literally make him go crazy.

#danganronpa #danganronpa smut #danganronpa-smut #sdr2 #nagito komaeda #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #nekomaru nidai #gundham tanaka #kazuichi souda #hajime hinata

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drabbles-of-writing · 4 years ago

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I also got Hallow Knight because of your AU and I love it, any other type of games you know of that aren’t as popular?

Hallow Knight is so underrated, it needs more attention.

*slaps roof of Steam* this bad boy can fit so many dope indie games in it

Inside: already spoke of this, but I really do like the game. by the studio Playdead, your a boy in what seems to be in an apocalypse-like world and are breaking into a lab to do...something. the game never explains anything, though it gives hints. thats the fun of it. its a simple but still wonderful artstyle that gives none of the characters any facial features, making it more eerie in my opinion. theres seemingly walking corpses all around, and everyone seems to want to capture or stop you. its only about 4 hours or so (if you dont look for the little Hidden Achievements) but MAN that ending will stick with you. its a puzzle game of sorts, where sections require you to figure out how to proceed. really fun! little scarring! there are 2 endings, but the second one is REALLY hard to get to, so don’t worry abt it.

Journey: GOD this game is old but fun. you play as a strange red-cloaked creature as you, well, journey towards the mountain. along the way you will meet another player that is seamlessly connected to your game. but heres the twist: the other player has no nametag, and you have no way to communicate with them. no chatbox, nothing. you only communicate in simple chirps. and despite that, you team up with this person as you travel together through the lands, finding more pieces of your scarf, traveling the beautiful terrain, all to make it to the mountain. you’ll meet them at any part in the journey, so they could be there the whole way or just a little bit of it. its really fun, really sweet, and while its even shorter than Inside (about 2 hours), I replayed it a lot. the designs on your cloak change every time you play (up to the fifth play, then its the same) and if finding enough pieces to your scarf, can gain a white cloak. I really like this one!

Shelter (1, 2 & likely 3): made by Might and Delight, you play as a mother animal and must travel the land to feed your babies and survive in a harsh world. in the first game, you play as a mother badger with five cubs as you face eagles, floods, the monsters in the dark, etc. the game guides you along, but its still fun. Shelter 2 is where you play as a mother lynx w 4 cubs, and its completely open-world, with a notable few more enemies, but this game absolutely expanded on the first one. pulls at your heartstrings a bit and should you lose a cub, you can’t help but feel awful about it. plus, shelter 2 allows you to play as one of the surviving cubs in the family tree! they’re currently making a shelter 3 with elephants, and I am VERY excited for that. they also have Paws, which is a sort of prequel to Shelter 2 where you play as a lost lynx cub trying to find the meaning of family, and Meadow, which is where you play as other animals in a HUGE multiplayer open world just exploring with no real plot. I’m also especially excited for their other game, the Book of Travels.

Oxenfree: you play as a girl named Alex who travels to a mysterious island with your new step-brother, best friend, and 2 frenemies on some strange school trip of sorts. but as you stay there, you realize the island holds haunting secrets and is out to get you and everyone else. it feeds on grief, and reality itself is glitching and sporadic and you need a radio to figure it out and escape. it has multiple endings, and you can choose the dialogue. kinda like Night in the Woods, but with a LOT of differences. startled me a good few times when I first played it, and I like seeing the other outcomes I can accomplish. and let me tell you, when you play it again after your first playthrough, you’ll be in for a bit of a surprise.

Lost Ember: your a wolf who is the reincarnation of a long-dead human in an abandoned, healing world. a small spirit is trying to find his way into the afterlife, and you both team up to find the afterlife to see why this spirit can’t find it, and why you were denied from it. you find out you can possess other animals and play as them to get around the map and simply have fun! its very beautiful and as you travel you discover the story of your past, which was...quite tragic. also yr a girl n you had a gf so thats a bonus. its not a true open world, as your guided to certain spots, but the lands you travel to are Big and you can spend as much time as you’d like exploring them and finding little easter eggs. its real sweet, I liked it. also that last sequence before the ending *chefs kiss* made me Feel things. its just so PRETTY.

thats all I have rn, tho I imagine someday I’ll have more. these are all ones I own, so I obv can’t speak for other games that sound good if I’ve never played them. I would seriously recommend checking out these games, at least getting an idea for what it is and seeing if you might like it, you never know!

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phonecallwithsatan · 4 years ago

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a.n.: SURPRISE another new character that does not fit with my profile photo. This is for my very dear friend who enjoys a certain Sarah Paulson. To anyone new reading this, welcome! To those coming back, nice to meet again.

Reader and Mildred Ratched live a secret life in Lucia, California. All is well, truly, until reader walks in on something she did not expect. Angst central. 3.8k

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“Go home, baby. Don’t worry about us. It’s fine.” Your partner of three years, almost four, was severely under the weather and looking even paler in the cyan outfit your shared job required as uniform.

You and Mildred were tucked away in a hallway where you could talk in confinement away from all the other patients and staff. You took a hand to her forehead and noticed how warm it was. You slipped the hand to her cheek and held it there, hers going up and holding it softly, sinking her head a bit into your palm.

“Call me a cab. You can take the Ford home.” Mildred heard some footsteps coming from down the hall and she quickly let go of your hand after kissing you ever so lightly as to not smear her red color on your black lipstick. You said goodbye and let go of your partner, walking away first with your white heels clicking on the linoleum floor with every step you took away. You hated these heels with a passion but it was part of the uniform. The black heels you adored were stashed away in the teal Ford you and Mildred shared.

You smoothed out your dress while you were still walking and did not turn around when you heard Mildred walking after you a few steps behind. You were deeply in love but you still kept the relationship a secret from your coworkers.

Once you got up to reception you located the phone and dialed the cab number. While it was ringing, you went up to your neck and touched the necklace Mildred gave you for your birthday a few months ago. You fidgeted around with the little heart that hung around your neck with a photo of you two inside of it.

The attendant picked up after six rings.

“Hi there, a cab at Lucia State Hospital, please.” You looked up and saw Mildred walk behind the desk by you and you smiled.

“Alright, I have a driver headed there now.” She ended abruptly.

You turned with the heels on your shoes to face Mildred.

“They said it would come shortly.” You tried reaching for her hand but she pulled back quickly. You had forgotten that no one knew.

“Thank you, y/n.” Her quiet voice barely made it over to you and she could tell you were disappointed in the lack of physical touch. Seeing this, she decided to push your necklace back into your collar. Mildred looked to the side almost to pretend to be looking for the cab you had ordered her but you knew she was just checking for people around.

You were tired of hiding, truly. But there was nothing you could really do. Besides it all, however, you were lucky just to have her. You turned to look at her point of direction and you saw the cab roll-up.

“I’ll see you later, M.” You turned back around and gave her purse over to take home. She opened up her purse and gave you the key for the Ford.

“Do you have money on you?” She nodded and you sent her off, looking over the desk as she walked away with confidence in her step even though she was hiding her own life away from the people she ate lunch next to.

The doors opened and you decided to get back to work. Only six more hours.

★

Eight o’clock rolled around and you were ready to head home after saying goodbye to all your coworkers. You hadn’t heard from Mildred through a phone call so you decided to surprise her with flowers, just because.

You took the keys out of your purse and you walked to the car. As you reached it, you popped the trunk open and took out your beloved shiny black heels. You sat down in the trunk and slipped the white ones off, throwing them worthlessly and carelessly behind you. You snorted to yourself and decided to leave them there until tomorrow’s shift. You pushed your feet in one by one after closing either clasp on them and you closed the trunk when you were done.

Luckily, you knew how to drive well in heels too.

The engine powered up and you headed for the store that was closest to you and Mildred’s home. You were frequent there since you took the liberty to do most of the shopping for the house.

You loved this store because of its broad selection of arrangements, ranging from daisies to carnations, hydrangeas available any time of year, and iris’ that brightened up your home.

The Ford was parked close and you walked in headed straight to the florals. You were mesmerized by the selection as you ran your hands through some of the flowers, holding your purse close to you and your lips pursed slightly as you made your selection.

“Are we shopping for anyone in specific today, Miss?” You turned and saw the attendant come closer to you.

You heard Mildred’s voice in your head saying that ‘it’s a small town, don’t,’ and you decided to throw a white lie.

“My best friend. She isn’t feeling well.” You watched as the attendant unsubtly scanned your face. Her eyes flickered from your bold lipstick up to your piercing eyes, switching back and forth until you couldn’t handle it anymore. You cleared your throat and she finally responded.

“How about some tulips? White, maybe? Or you might like something… bolder.” You cocked your head to the side at that comment and you took a step closer to the attendant.

“Maybe you could get me twelve stems of those red roses back there.” You turned a bit and pointed at a bouquet of roses behind the lady. She strained her neck to look and as she did her brows were furrowed.

She began to walk towards them and she spoke once again. “Best friend, you say? Aren’t these a bit too much?” She took them out of their temporary holding space and you withheld yourself from snapping.

Her back was still turned towards you as she wrapped them up for you. As she was, you took a twenty out of your wallet.

As she turned around you noticed her still staring at you in a very unsophisticated manner considering she was a sixty-year-old woman working at a market for four dollars an hour.

She handed you the roses and you pushed the twenty on the table beside you. “Keep the change, ma’am.”

You turned slowly enough the see the look on her face and you smiled to yourself as you walked to your car with the roses in hand. Mildred loved red.

You placed them on the passenger’s seat and began the short commute home. You fiddled with the radio in the dark and you came home within minutes. As you were pulling into the driveway, you noticed a car you didn’t recognize. Maybe one of the neighbors was having guests over and they had decided to park on your side of the lawn. Strange, you thought.

You switched over from drive to park and you turned the key to the left. Your home was dimly lit, even at 8:30 when you two would normally have dinner or read together. Instead of lit up windows that faced the street you were greeted with two out of the three being dark.

You took the flowers and purse from the seat and you locked the car before opening the door of your home. You yelled out for Mildred who could have been anywhere in the house. A different black pair of kitten heels greeted you at the front door instead. Those were not yours and they definitely did not belong to Mildred.

“Mildred, baby? I’m home!” You yelled once more while kicking lightly at the shoes. Placing your purse down on the kitchen table, you followed the light down the hallway that was peeking out from the crack inbetween door and carpet.

“M?” This call was quieter. It was surreal and realizing as to what was happening around you. It was barely above a whisper. The roses were still clutched in your hands as you reached for the gold door handle.

There was music playing from a stereo you had bought for the house. It was the first purchase you had made under this roof, and your lover was using it for someone else.

Infront of you laid Mildred and an unknown person in your bed. They were too busy to notice you walk in on their space. It seemed like that was how they prayed, in a shared bed that was no longer.

“Mildred, you deceiving wrench, you-” They turned around and almost like a movie deferred away from each other like two negatives. Her red lipstick was smeared all over the stranger’s face which even trailed down to her body. The sheets barely reached over her and a migraine began to form when you saw red trail down her neck to torso. Your hand flew to your mouth and your hand unconsciously gripped the flowers with a grip that was only familiar when you had to grab a patient.

“Y/n, hold on,” Mildred tried to explain but you moved faster and threw the flowers against the wall. Tears were becoming and you looked at the two that were still somehow entangled.

The flowers flew apart from their wrapping and landed in different positions on the floor. You were screaming at this point.

Your own lover. Your partner. Your lady. Your wife, even. This was your best friend, the person who hung up your jackets and the person who read outloud to you when your voice was gone. That same person didn’t even bother to change the sheets.

“You,” reached down and took the locket in your hands before tearing it off and walking over to them. “You, skank,” you shoved the necklace in the stranger’s face from inches away, “get the fuck out.”

She didn’t budge.

“Now!” You screamed and you heard Mildred yell back. The stranger got up, naked and covered in red. You turned your eyes away.

“Don’t talk to Gwen that way, y/n-” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence because you slapped her. Hard and across the face. So hard that she turned to the right to stare at Gwen.

“I didn’t know Gwen was so close to you, Mildred.” You turned to Miss Gwen and you were almost unable to hold yourself back from attacking her.

“Gwen, get the fuck out before I figure out who’s ring that is.” The ring you were mentioning was on her left hand and was obviously not from Mildred. As much as you hated and despised her soul at the moment, she would never buy a ring like that one.

Gwen was practically sprinting at this point with clothes in hand. Funny enough, she was clinging onto the locket Mildred had given you.

“Y/n, hold on, please-” you interrupted her.

“Can’t you say anything else, M?” You closed your eyes the minute you called her by her nickname. Mildred was up from the bed and was frantic to cover her self up with the white sheets you two had slept and loved in.

You stared at her. You waited for an answer. But nothing came out. Just prolonged staring and smeared lipstick coated your eyes.

You walked up to her once more. You waited and waited, but nothing. She tried reaching for your hand but you repeated your earlier move and hit her once more.

“Don’t you dare, Mildred. Don’t you dare and try to justify anything you have done.” Your finger was pointed towards her.

You walked out of the room and slammed he door. You heard it open but you ignored it as you were halfway down the wall.

“Y/n, baby-”

“Do not.” You spoke clearly and commanding. You reached the closet that held some coats and you grabbed a few. You moved down and felt her presence float around you.

You grabbed your purse and some shoes. You were not staying here tonight.

She grabbed your arm and you turned to look at the cheater who had accompanied your walk.

You two just stared at each other and her grip tightened. You shook your arm to let it loose but she would not budge.

You let your eyebrows relax and you mouth untighten. Her eyes stared deep into yours but you could just tell that there was nothing left between you two. Nothing could repair this. You shook it once more and didn’t break eye contact until she let go.

You slammed the closet door before walking out and you opened the door. Mildred followed.

She was saying something but it’s hard to register when the rage blows through your nose and ears.

You walked over to the car which you two shared and you threw your belongings in the back seat and the hopping in the front. You locked the doors before Mildred could get to you. You watched her through the window as she pleaded for you. You turned the key to the right and put the car in reverse. She ran to the back and held on to the trunk of the car. You could see her in the rear view mirror and she was not giving up without a fight.

Unknowing of what to do, you decided to scare her instead. Still in reverse, you pressed the break and the gas at the same time to rev the engine a bit and create a sound that would startle her. It worked, and she jumped to the side after you did that maneuver. Now that she was gone, you were able to safely back up.

Your tires squealed as you exited the driveway and you watched her sit in silence. The sheets had turned to brown shreds and all you could do is stare in amusement.

There was nothing left as you continued down the road with your headlights shining bright and your rearview mirror regretfull.

★

You had been driving all night from Lucia only to end up in a motel somewhere in Nevada.

You had gotten a decent nights, or days, rest and contemplated where you could end up staying for the rest of, well, life at this point. Luckily you had some cousins in Colorado. You were just hopeful that your now borrowed Ford would get you there with no problems.

The room was alright as far as the hotel clerk would know and you were able to pay and leave.

The blue Ford was waiting for you patiently and it was ready to keep moving. You hopped in and searched for some sunglasses in the glove compartment. You were sort of just digging blindly.

Instead, you found a letter. You took it out and saw your name written on it in the one and only Mildred’s cursive handwriting. Your neatly applied black lips tightened a bit and you closed the glove compartment after successfully finding a pair of cat eye shades.

You spun around the folded letter a bit and you contemplated what to do. It definitley was not placed after yesterdays events, but not before. How long was this sitting here?

You decided to open it besides it all.

Ripping it open, the letter inside read as following:

Y/n,

Four years with you have been passionate, lustful, insightful, glorious, and most of all, beautiful. Maybe it was the eyes, or perhaps the words, but you’ve found a way to tie me down and I wouldn’t leave even if I was forced to. You could shun me, and I would still love you. You could spit, kick, loathe, hit, and run me over, and I would still come back.

I had always thought that settling down with someone would mean protruding coprimises and mandatory family dinners, but you changed that, y/n. You’ve changed my perception of love and desire. The moment you walked into Lucia, I knew I had to have you.

I understand how difficult it can be to hide what we have but I want to change that. I don’t want to resist holding your hand when we walk past our neighbors and I don’t want to lie and say I’m living with my friend from High School. I promise you this isn’t forever, just temporary. Believe me, I will do everything to change that.

I want to give you this not because I have to, but because I want to. I can’t stand deceiving you so please believe me when I say that these words come from the heart and soul. Understand that, please.

I never knew I could care for someone this much.

You’re my once in a lifetime; you’re the one, y/n.

Always with love, yours truly,

Mildred Ratched.

The inconsistent words made you laugh to yourself.

You took the paper and crumpled it in your hands. Your windows were already rolled down and you threw it out the passengers side. It rolled around a bit but eventually settled.

Placing the car in reverse, you backed out of your spot. You took your sunglasses and pushed them up a bit before placing the car in drive and running over the letter.

#mildred ratched #mildred x y/n #mildred #ratched #ratched netflix #mildred ratched x reader #ratched fanfiction #mildred ratched fanfic

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lacependragon · 4 years ago

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2, 7, 17?

Hey spark! I was thinking about you today when I had my winx club outline open in my lap. How you doing?

2: Post a line from your WIP with no context.

Have some Winx Club.

Helia looked up from where he was drawing on his bed, lounging in the pillows and sketchbook pressed against his legs.

“Hrm? No, I don’t think so. Not that time of his year,” said Helia. Riven dug out his uniform, dropped his towels, and yanked it on as fast as possible. “Did the girls glitter bomb you again?”

7: What are you most proud of?

I’m gonna be honest, go look at the next question. Because I got to talk about it there. I am so proud of how I work in themes, motifs, messages, and general things like that into stories. I think about it constantly.

17: Does your WIP have any themes or motifs?

*cracks knuckles*

*slaps the roof of a car* This baby can fit so many themes and motifs in it.

Okay. Let’s. Take it from the top.

Silver Rings and Golden Hearts

The use of metals, reflections, shines, and otherwise reflective materials to indicate importance, symbolism growth, and show insight. The story itself puts a lot of emphasis on mirrors, image, and the interplay of disability and illness, which is meant to showcase how mental illness can have physical indications, even if you don’t notice, and how physical disability doesn’t necessarily indicate anything about a person.

It’s general themes include family, which focuses on found family, how we build families, how traumatic incidents can destroy your ability to form family, and how our past shapes our future, and if we want to break the cycle, we must first break our habits and, arguably, ourselves as we know us.

One of the things that’s important is creativity. Qrow drawing is very much symbolic of his fighting style in canon, but the reason he chooses painting over all else is because of the inherent physicality of it, the inherent vulnerability and sharing of what he does. James having his arm exposed isn’t just a symbol of him being more open in this universe. His arm is shiny, much like many of the other symbols in the fic. It’s meant to draw the eye. You see the arm, so you don’t think he’s hiding anything else (the leg, the hip, to be literal, his feelings, metaphorically).

And Qrow’s general need to touch and hug people isn’t supposed to show that he’s open and vulnerable, but to show a desperation for being needed, wanted, and the way he clings to those he cares about in hopes of them needing him as much as he needs them, because he doesn’t see worth in himself.

The Weight of Living

Hey the title does half the work, here. The use of weight, of shoulders, of outfits, of titles, etc., is used to indicate the symbolic pressures of life, as well as the pressures we exert on both ourselves and others. The use of anger, of explosive rage, of lashing out, and of attacking others, is indicative of its presence in high-stress situations, as well as the fight or flight response present in most people. It’s meant as a focal point commentary (if that makes sense) on the fact that most hunters wouldn’t choose flight, and have actively trained themselves out of it. Because of this, when we see characters who don’t choose fight choose other things (flight, freeze, fawn) there’s far more emphasis on the situation and how they differ from the norm, as well as the damaging effects the destruction of all responses but fight can have on a person and on a culture, as a whole (Atlas).

In itself, Weight’s themes focus on the ways in which isolationism can destroy a person, a people, and a nation, as well as the destructive power of secrets and miscommunication. It’s about owning up to your mistakes, learning to grow from trauma, both personal and generational, and how things echo outward. No man is an island and everything we does effects everyone around us.

I didn’t change the outfits in Weight for no reason. I didn’t change the haircuts for no reason. It’s not because I dislike them. It’s because I am specifically calling out my themes. There is a symbolic pressure associated with these clothes and images, and that’s why these characters have different outfits. Why they have alternate jackets. Why certain characters wear their hair differently than in canon.

Hey what’s the only other time we’ve seen Yang with a ponytail? What was that arc about? How was she doing?

Just saying. I don’t things like this by mistake.

Sonder

Sonder is a lot less along than my other fics, and it has a much smaller audience, so I don’t know if I’ll go as in depth because of that.

Sonder is about, well, the word sonder. The idea that we look at other people without ever realizing what their lives are about, and we simply assume we’re more important because we’re ourselves. Sonder is about understanding that everyone is as deep and interesting as we are, and that everyone has their own depths and emotions and experiences that we’ll never know. And it’s no mistake that the main character is an asocial autistic person who doesn’t like people. Jude assumes they know everything about trainers, and that they have nothing to learn about people. They think the people they like are the exceptions, not the rule, and that’s important.

It’s also about connection. Jude is alone, so is Lark, so are many of the other characters, whether they think it or not. Connection drives people, and connection drives the relationship between Pokemon and people. In fact, the entire world is built on connection, and its a connection that many of the characters either don’t have due to outside forces or outright reject.

I use sunlight and background noise as motifs in Sonder, because those things are what Jude and Lark both notice. Sunlight can illuminate a warm day and make it happier, or it can shine a light on something horrific; background noise can indicate that all is well, or that something is wrong, or that you’re in danger. The way these two symbols portray different things is also part of Sonder. Nothing is exactly what it seems. Everything is multi-faceted, and it’s important to look at things from multiple sides, because everyone is biased, and no one sees the whole story.

@kawaii-kozume and @reminiscentrevelry because I feel like you both would like this.

Thanks spark! <3

#lace speaks #sparkita #always a lovely face to see in my inbox or mentions #asks and answers #ask meme #lace writes

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hidelaney · 5 years ago

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Hi Delaney!

Ah, yes the quarantine. It’s getting to me. Definitely. Suddenly I have no office to go to. But it’s good, I think. Make the CEO realize the upper management has no literal reasons to keep us in the office. Like at all. Seriously, everyone from my team is working from home and the level of productivity is actually better. Because guess what? Not having people breathing down our necks is SUPER helpful. So HA!

Okay, about Larry Stylinson. You’re right, I did fall into YouTube Blackhole. And Twitter. And I just watched 1D San Siro concert. By watching, I mean I actually paused the work I’m doing and looked at the screen while it played. Admittedly I was also doing chores but! It wasn’t just background music! It counted!

When I said I could put Larry Stylinson in a microwave and be done with it, I mean the theories and compilation videos are so readily available and easy to digest like, comparable to instant meals.

It’s so neatly packaged, too. Like, I was introduced to Larry Stylinson basically yesterday. Now I could recite the storyline in my head whenever I please. Or when I want to please you, in this case.

Let’s see if I can get it all summarized down here. FYI, I’m borrowing your assumption that Taylor was in on it the whole time. And Eleanor, too. Because I actually know of her existence now! Character discovery! Except they’re real people so I feel the need to point out that I’m making all the assumptions all over the place. I’m doing this for you, my dear Delaney.

Keep in mind that we all need character growths and personal developments when I make non-flattering assumptions toward your favorite people here, ok?

First up! HS & TL met in a toilet.

Now it’s debatable whether it was during an X-Factor audition or Battle of the Bands. For the sake’s of my next argument, I’m going with they knew each other before X-Factor. Likely during their time in White Eskimo and The Rogue, respectively. Their (unconfirmed?) first words to each other were ‘Oops!’ & ‘Hi’

Up next, the X-Factor audition and getting put together in a band.

So here is where I kind of needed my first assumption for this to work. Their chemistry was so obviously through the roof. It made so much sense if they were already sort-of friends and then got put together in a band. Plus, I don’t think the way Louis jumped into Harry’s arms is something a relative stranger would do. And if they only knew each other out of everyone there, it’s no wonder they were both so apparently clingy and codependent. It’s like a situation where both of them went ‘I have no idea what’s gonna happen next, but at least I know you and you know me. So we’re bestie now. No take back!”

And then there’re video diaries, twitter cams, radio interviews, and other broadcasting media they appeared in. These need no explanation because you’ve probably seen all of them and I have functioning ears and eyes. So, yes, I saw videos of them being all disgustingly cute all over the place. During the so-called ‘Fetus’ phase (a wording which I personally find rather disturbing, no offense to your anatomy textbooks or anything.) They’re so sweet. Especially whenever there’s a mention of how they moved in and lived together. Their interactions must’ve been responsible for so many tooth cavities. So many aww-worthy moments. On stage, on screen, behind the scenes, potato cams. Basically everywhere in front of everyone.

Then 1D blew up and were well on their way to become their label’s biggest and brightest BCG-metrix star. It’s not hard to see why investors’d be invested (lol) in employing every marketing strategy possible to keep 1D in the spotlight.

There’s a twofold marketing exploitation to Larry Stylinson that I see from miles away.

Hard sell the heteronormative version of the boys. (To capture major market shares)

Never had Harry or Louis explicitly confirm nor deny their relationship status. (To capture additional market shares with queerbaiting)

But let’s say Harry and Louis were actually together and making 1) too difficult to achieve. Otherwise this whole thing falls apart like a wet house of cards.

Thus, here came what I’d like to call ‘dousing a fire with gasoline’. This is where there’s a sudden drop of their interactions in public and Larry Stylinson isn’t a cutesy smashup name of two boys who got along like a house on fire anymore. This is the part where a ship turned into a full fledged conspiracy theory. And it’s MEGA COOL WICKED awesome.

I say this in the nicest way possible. A tragedy is the grandest form of entertainments. Misery loves having friends.

Also, I’d like to say this. I’m having fun thinking of this as a fictional arc. Because I still feel like it will shatter my heart in to a million pieces if anything resembling what I write next was true.

Since breaking into US market was the Kickstarter into a global one, to the US 1D went.

This was where the heavy closeting got way more difficult to handle. Elounor had the excuse of Eleanor being a private citizen and therefore should be left alone for the most part. Haylor was the complete opposite. Taylor Swift was and still is an American Sweetheart. Harry Styles might have been the most famous British Harry if it weren’t for a (former?) prince and a wizard. (Seriously, we should not call any of our hypothetical future children ‘Harry’ unless you thought ‘Albus Severus Potter’ was a good idea. Poor kiddo.)

The saddest part about Harry Styles public image was how reminiscent of Emma Watson it felt. The minute they turned eighteen, their media portrayals immediately became hyper-sexualized. Suddenly, they left the human zoo into an open hunting game. Famous lives are terrifying.

Anyhow, say, Taylor Swift knew what the US music industry was like. She’s been playing the long game for quite some time. She got to know Harry and then became rather protective of him. Her conclusion was that ‘hyping up Haylor’ would: 1) increase media exposure for both Taylor and 1D which would translate to bigger channels of revenue for all involved, 2) hold the speculation about Harry’s sexual orientation at bay because, as horrible as it sounds, gays don’t sell in America.

This one fit nicely with your ‘Out of the Woods’ interpretation. Taylor wasn’t just spending time with Harry. She was actively enforcing the lock on the closet. Which explains why Louis seemed to resent Taylor quite obviously and quite a lot. His own heteronormative scripts with Eleanor had been relatively tame. Harry’s whirlwind series of romances in public had only just begun.

As Harry started gaining a womanizer reputation in earnest, so did the Almost-Subtle Couple Tattoo Sprees.

If ‘Always in my heart @Harry_Styles . Yours sincerely, Louis’ tweet was a sign that circumstances were about to go south for them. The tattoos were signs that the circumstances had already gone to shit. The tragic package had been shipped, signed, and delivered.

This is where non-flattering assumptions rise to the surface. I think 1D had been overworked past the point of exhaustion. Self-destruction as a coping mechanism became rather prevalent and pervasive within the band. The boys gleefully collected regrets as a new favorite pastime, some more than others. Consequences were nipping at their heels.

Then Zayn left right in the middle of a world tour and all hell broke loose.

Here comes the biggest Assumption Affair!

Louis and Liam, the last to release their solo debut albums, were the most prominent songwriters for the band. I’m not going to go on about Liam because I’m here to give you Larry Stylinson. And this is already way too long as it is. But, needless to say, the first discussion of a prospective solo career probably hit them the hardest.

If each song they wrote was a battle scar, Louis was still bleeding for the band when Harry, of all people, brought up the idea of a hiatus and solo careers. Realizing how many songs Harry already had waiting in the back catalogue must’ve felt like a slap in the face. Or a punch in the gut. Whichever you think is worse/more dramatic. I’m not picky.

Remember self-destruction as coping mechanism? What about relationship-destruction as coping mechanism? Louis cheated and had a baby with someone else. Infidelity at its finest.

ALERT! THIS IS A NEON SIGN OF ASSUMPTION AFFAIR! Please don’t kill me. I told you I was gonna make unflattering assumptions toward your favorite people. I just did as I promised!!! *run for cover*

Anyway...

I’m gonna take you back a little. I mentioned earlier how Eleanor was a private citizen and therefore should be left alone. At times when Louis desperately needed to be left alone, Elounor makes so much sense. If she’s a PR-only girlfriend, she’s a stellar employee. If it’s not just a PR thing, she’s as forgiving as a saint. Just, if it’s Harry and Louis, they likely both messed up and hurt each other badly. If it’s Louis and Eleanor,... I mean... Have you seen a meme where you misspell a word so badly that the autocorrect goes, ‘I don’t know what to tell you, man’?... Louis would be that misspelled word and Eleanor would be the very best autocorrect that practically brute force through every word in the Oxford AND Urban dictionary to find out what that word was. If that’s who she is, then bless her soul. However, for the sake of this argument, we will proceed with the assumption that she’s the star employee of the decade.

Losing loved ones and grieving for them are inevitable parts of human lives. Nothing put more things into perspectives than losing someone so fundamentally dear to you. When I heard Louis Tomlinson’s ‘Two of Us’ for the first time, I remembered walking through an actual forest my grandpa planted for us because he wanted to make sure his great grandkids would have a nice home to grow up in. Do you remember when you called and told me that he died the night I got on my first solo international flight ten months after the fact? I wanted to hate you for keeping something this big a secret from me. I wanted to hate everybody at home for that. But then you told me that it was what my grandpa had wanted. That he didn’t want me to be a sad sack of an exchange student. That you decided to not listen to my parents and call to tell me just before I was due home. So that I’d have time to feel hurt about being lied to. So that I could get all the angry words out. So that I wouldn’t scream at my parents when I got home and learnt the truth. So that you could take the brunt of my grief instead.

I just took a break to have a little cry. Where was I? Oh, yeah. You did the best you could for me when I lost my grandpa. I still managed to effectively shut you out for months. Just because you were the messenger of the bad news. What I’m trying to say is that grief changes people. It changed me. For the worst for a bit. And then for the better once I came to term with what it means to me. There’s a quote from Rosamund Lupton that sums it up neatly.

“Grief is love turned into an eternal missing.”

I guess this is the part where I connected the dots back to Harry and Louis. Well, their music definitely give grief different names. Both albums talk about coming to term with it and moving forward. Every songs they wrote could be woven to fit the narrative of Larry Stylinson and events surrounding them. If you buy the theory, then the good news is both Fine Line & Walls seemed to have a positive ending. One thing I know for sure, though, is that no matter how convincing a conspiracy theory maybe, it could all be built upon a faulty assumption. I’d probably have a way easier time disregarding Elouner if I didn’t have you as a solid proof in my life that, yes, people like the best autocorrect exists. It’s funny how I feel no hesitation at all in categorizing Haylor as a calculated move. Because in my head that’s just par for the course in business. And it genuinely terrifies me in a way. Who the hell I could’ve become if it weren’t for you knocking me off the ground and pouring kindness on me.

I know I skipped a lot of stuff. Missing names like Caroline, Danielle, Kendall, Freddie, Camille, Xander, etc. But HS and LT have a decade of history on public record and, frankly, my interest ran out four paragraphs ago. So just let me conclude this.

I think it’s tiring, spending this much time speculating on someone else’s relationship history. I must admit that I had to get it out of my chest because it was way too interesting to let go off. But now, I feel like I’m just going to stream Heartbreak Weather and listen to ‘No Judgement’ on repeat. Nile is my favorite non-problematic celebrity. I could spell his name so wrong and it probably won’t be an issue as long as I politely say, “Sorry, Mr Niall Horan”

This quarantine clearly leaves me with too much time on my hands.

Virtual hugs and kisses

Your Incredible Sasha 😘

#larry stylinson #haylor #elounor #aimh theory #larry #i hope you like this #in this essay i will...

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snowbellewells · 5 years ago

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Savior’s Haven {Part Two of Two}

by: @snowbellewells

Here, at last, is the woefully delayed conclusion to my contribution for the @csseptembersunshine event. I hope it will still be enjoyable despite its tardiness. Thanks so much to @captainsjedi for introducing such a lovely event and allowing me to take part, and to all the lovely ladies on the @cssns Discord chat who offered a wealth of name suggestions to me back when I was working on Part One - particularly @shireness-says @profdanglaisstuff @snidgetsafan @darkcolinodonorgasm and @kmomof4.

This continues from Part One (which can be found here) and is what I call “missing moment fluff”, meant to be taking place sometime post season six in Storybrooke, but before Henry leaves and prior to Hope’s birth.

{Well, I must say...I really didn’t intend to keep you waiting so long for Part Two to wrap this all up. Technically, now it’s October, but I hope you will still enjoy the conclusion of this fic all the same. Thanks so much for all the lovely likes and kudos on this story’s first part! They were very much appreciated…. And now, here’s Part Two…}

Savior’s Haven

Part Two

As it turned out, Rolly and Oliver were only the start of a train of outcasts and strays - lost souls one and all - who began to make their way to Emma and Killian’s home by the harbor in Storybrooke. Even if there was some occasional wondering about having enough room or rearranging how all of the house’s occupants might fit, neither sheriff nor sailor had the heart to turn anyone, young person or beast, away from the only thing both of them had ever wanted and finally had to share - a home.

Not long after Oliver had left their house for college in the Land Without Magic and Henry had gone through the portal he’d procured to explore the realms and find his own story, Emma found herself feeling the loss of their once quite full nest. She would never trade the quiet evening strolls she and Killian took around the town, both in an effort to lessen Rolly’s boundless energy before he destroyed the entire first floor, and to enjoy the crisp scent in the autumn air and the crunch of fallen leaves under their steps. It was a genuine luxury to actually have downtime together merely to look at the Fall oranges and reds transforming their tiny town and take in the cool temperatures and the cozy smells of cookout bonfires on the air arm-in-arm with her husband, Emma’s head resting easily on Killian’s shoulder. Still, despite that priceless comfort and harmony, as much a novelty as it was, Emma couldn’t help missing the hum and bustle of a house full of life and action, crammed to the ceiling with the marvelous chaos that she had enjoyed for the last couple of years.

Yes, she had long been part of the shuffle of too many kids no one wanted in one foster home after another; all shoved in under one roof with not enough room, not enough food, and never enough attention or affection. But what a difference just a bit of love made, turning a crowd within four walls into a family. If she could give that to kids like her, so they didn’t need to spend years of their lives feeling unwanted, then she would do it. And she knew that Killian’s childhood had been even more scarring, and that he absolutely shared her desire to offer better where it was needed.

Granted, they had also been trying for a child of their own, but so far they’d had no luck. Emma didn’t want to stress over it unduly, but the doubt and fears couldn’t be fully kept at bay. Even if there were no real medical reasons behind it, she tormented herself wondering if the trauma of having Henry so young, shackled to a bed in as high a stress environment as prison, without the best prenatal care or nutrition, had done some damage she had been unaware of, or left some scar tissue that made conceiving again more difficult. In her guiltier moments, she struggled to dismiss the creeping voice that whispered, “You had a healthy, perfect little boy, and you gave him up.” Regardless of her unselfish intentions at the time for Henry being able to have his best chance, during the darkest hours of a late night or early morning, when sleep eluded her, Emma found herself fearing that maybe she just didn’t get a second chance.

Killian was unfailingly gentle, sweet, and patient with her; encouraging her that they had all the time in the world for a babe of their own, the rest of their lives together. Still, she knew her pirate had regrets and blame of his own that he shouldered when he thought no one was looking. He had lived in Neverland, completely outside the normal passage of time, and while he might appear only slightly older than her, in reality, he had lived for centuries. Was he too old to father a child? Was they why they kept failing to get pregnant?

It wasn’t something that could be easily answered, and making themselves crazy certainly wouldn’t improve their odds, so most times both Sheriff and her deputy tried to put their desire for a little one of their own out of mind and to focus on the many happy moments they enjoyed. They baby-sat the little prince - Emma’s brother was now nearly ten and a ball of energy interested in practically every sport, activity and skill under the sun, when her mother and father needed to get away for a date night. Killian took to helping Belle reorganize and reshelve the books in the library on free afternoons and evenings, and added an extra frisson of excitement for the regularly attending children when he dressed up in character for the storytime selection Belle read, or when he served as enthusiastic reader himself.

Emma discovered she found it quite therapeutic to go out to the beanfield Anton tended on the outskirts of town and burn up frustration or anxiety digging, shoveling, raking, weeding, or whatever the gentle giant needed done. He’d made himself a regular attraction by this point - especially in the Fall, since he also nurtured a pumpkin patch and sold berry preserves and cider from plants grown himself. She’d always had a soft spot for Anton, and many of the dwarves who often worked there as well were much more palatable in the fields than when they were running into the station yelling the alert about whatever new danger had arrived in town or forcing her to play referee in their own petty disputes. Even Leroy was markedly less Grumpy out in the brisk air with solid, dependable work at hand to do. His gruff ‘Mornin’ Sister,” if she was able to join them early in the day, and his handing her a shovel or hoe as she took the row next to him seemed to be his way of accepting her into their number, and though Emma wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone else, it did warm her heart each time. The bearded man who would have been an “uncle” of sorts to her in another life seemed less abrasive and more grudgingly affectionate the more time that passed.

Whatever the case might be, and whatever else they found to do or to fill their time, Emma knew the wish was still present in both their minds. Though Henry and Killian’s house operation, the place they had dreamed of sharing with her even in her darkest moments when she had felt almost lost to them both, had long since become each of them’s first true home, some part of her still wanted it full of giggles and mischievous whispers, shrieks of glee and the slap of little bare feet on the hardwood floors.

One night, about a year after Oliver had left for college and Henry had set off for other realms, Emma had gone down to the docks as evening neared, anxious to see her husband after a day spent at separate tasks, and to walk home with his warm, familiar arm wrapped comfortably over her shoulders. She had made a casserole that was one of Killian’s favorites from dinners with her mom, dad, and little brother; she had followed Snow’s instructions to the letter and was anxious to see how it had turned out. Home cooking was still not what Emma would call a strength of hers, but she was getting better… she hoped.

However, as she neared Killian’s ship, docked in its assigned slip at the harbor, Emma noticed the sky had gone rather suddenly dark, wind gusting distressingly through the sails and spars and whistling loudly. She had to genuinely lean into the breeze with determination as she reached the side and then took Killian’s outstretched hook when he saw her coming up the gangplank, pulling her into his arms as she clambered over and onto the deck.

“Bit of a squall on its way, eh Love?” he murmured against her hair, brow raised in teasing question as he pulled back just slightly to study her rather anxious face.

She gave him a soft smile, reaching light fingers up to brush over the scar on his cheekbone. “Well, I came to walk you home for supper, but do you first need help battening down the hatches, Captain?”

Her pirate shook his head, chuckling lightly at her playful banter. He had already secured the Jolly as well as could be accomplished, having an innate, almost sixth sense for inclement weather after so many years on the sea. She might be tossed on the swells that were already beginning to rise and fall and to rock the hull wildly, but the old girl had withstood much worse in her time, and she would still be there come the morrow. “She’s all set, actually,” he answered, moving to grab his jacket, scarf and the other items he needed, ready to head home with her, but unable to resist teasing back at least a bit. “The Jolly’s a steady lass, Swan. She’ll manage the weather just fine.”

They were both prepared to disembark for the docks and be on their way, when a frightened howl of distress met their ears over the wind whipping the sails and the water smacking against the wooden sides.

Swinging back around in concern, they both sought the source of the animal cry for help in the rapidly darkening and turbulent surroundings. However, it was a sailor’s sharp eye which let Killian find the distressed and already bedraggled mass of wet grey and brown fluff somehow tangled in the rigging a few feet over their heads. Probably the poor thing was a stray, not long separated from its mother and littermates by the size of him, and might have begun the climb for fun, but was now both entangled and terrified, and nearly drenched from the rain which had begun pelting down around them.

“Oh, there he is!” Emma cried out once she spotted their poor feline victim as well; illuminated in his uncomfortable perch by a startling flash of lightning. “How did he even get up there?”

Both of them moved almost as one in an effort to reach the poor kitten wriggling valiantly to free itself, ‘mewing’ pitifully to beg help of anyone who would listen. However, Killian, with years of practice manuevering about his ship in all sorts of weather, and with a natural agility and grace that never ceased to leave Emma marveling, was quickly hopping up onto the railing, and had a foot in the rigging himself, a couple steps bringing him close enough to reach their unhappy stowaway, before Emma could even figure out how to proceed.

The yowling of the tiny creature intensified as Killian stepped onto the rope, probably squeezing the poor little guy, Emma realized, if he were tangled tightly enough. “Swan!” her husband shouted over the ever-increasing wind and rain. “I can’t unravel him! Get the knife from my boot and hand it up to me!”

Moving quickly, Emma did as he asked, and finally, with a few expert slices, the kitten was free, cradled to Killian’s chest beneath his jacket. The wretched squalling now lowering to a more plaintive and pitiful refrain. A few seconds later, her husband was alighting on the solid deck once more and holding out his rescued prize for her inspection.

Unwinding her own scarf and wrapping it around the nearly weightless seeming body of skin, bones, and fluff, Emma cooed to the tiny cat gently, hoping to soothe and reassure the frightened animal that it was safe with them now. She looked up at Killian, who was shivering slightly and fairly drenched himself, but all the same, appeared rather pleased with his efforts and watched the new critter - clearly already one of their own - burrow into Emma’s warmth and begin to purr with such gentle affection that it made Emma’s chest swell in response.

“Let’s get you both home, dry you off and warm him up, and see what we can do for this little guy,” Emma suggested, squeezing Killian’s hand gratefully for his kindness and caring and wanting him to know how glad she was he had scaled the height for a poor, lost cat.

*****~~~*****~~~*****

The next day’s trip to the veterinary clinic on Storybrooke’s outskirts confirmed what they had already nearly determined for themselves in the intervening hours - their scrawny but handsome new arrival was malnourished but otherwise quite well, except for the fact that he seemed unable to use his right front paw and leg, the appendage having been caught for too long with blood flow cut off, rendering it useless and mostly dead weight.

Yet, even if they had suspected as much, the vet’s stark, unconcerned manner had Emma’s eyes immediately welling up, tears starting quickly with empathy, while Killian went tensely still and quiet beside her, his only motion to reach out and caress the kitten’s striped head in comfort. The vet went on to caution them that there was simply too much risk of infection and swelling, artery blockage or gangrene. It simply wasn’t viable to leave the leg. But he didn’t seem to realize what dangerous ground he was treading on when he suggested that the animal could be put down painlessly at little cost to them rather than their needing to take in a maimed stray and force it to live life on only three legs, until the sheriff’s eyes flashed a venomous, angry emerald at him when she gathered the cat to her chest protectively.

“And just what makes you think we wouldn’t care for a cat with a few more needs?”she challenged hotly, letting Dr. Terrence Doolittle know just how seriously he had stuck his foot into his mouth. “I don’t recall asking if you thought he was worth saving, or even what you thought we should do - just what he needed.”

The Savior was practically vibrating in her indignation, looking as though she might not even turn what was clearly their new pet over to him again to perfrom the necessary operation. He remembered belatedly just how powerful a magic wielder she was, as well as the upholder of the law in Storybrooke, and found himself hoping he wouldn’t end up a newt or a lawn statue before he could apologize and insist he had meant no offense. Before any of that could happen though, her husband gently took the kitten from Sheriff Swan - as it had begun to squirm and mew uncomfortably at her distressed and tigthening hold. A gently staying touch of his namesake brushed back her hair in what was clearly a familiar and soothing gesture, and the sight of the steely appendage suddenly made the cause of her ire all too clear.

Emma Swan visibly calmed at her husband’s caress, blowing out a harsh breath and stepping back before she answered in a tersely clipped but more collected voice, “If the amputation is needed, then please just do it. Whatever he needs to be as comfortable and healthy as possible. We’ll take care of him from there, alright?”

“Yes, Sheriff, of course,” the man agreed readily, nodding with vigor. Adding as direct a look at both of them as he dared, he added in stuttered uncertainty, “and my apologies for my earlier callousness. I meant no offense.”

While Emma merely huffed a sort of noncommittal sound in her throat, bobbing her head in a bare nod of acceptance, Killian Jones, took him by complete surprise when he kindly replied, “Apology accepted, mate. I understood that your intention bore no malice.”

But if Sheriff Swan stuffed their newest family member with salmon, the priciest treats, and as much catnip as he could stand the next evening when the newly dubbed Maelstrom returned home to stay, and cuddled and spoiled him within an inch of his life every day afterwards, well, she would challenge anyone to blame her. It wasn’t long before the well-fed and cared for cat sported a sleek, silky, long-haired and dark-striped coat and looked quite the handsomest feline in the neighborhood follwing right behind Emma anywhere she went in the house and yard like a contented little shadow. His rapid, balanced hopping gait didn’t seem to trouble him or slow him down in the slightest as time went on; for all intents and purposes, their little Maelstrom was every bit as agile, curious, and playfully quick as any four-legged cat.

*****~~~******~~~*****

When trick-or-treating season came around, and Emma’s stomach had at last begun to round with a babe of their own, Killian could only smile at her indulgently, his heart too full of happiness and love to gainsay or spoil her fun when she dressed their cat in a red vest and little black leather breeches of an animal costume, sewn by none other than her royal princess mother. Emma magicked her own tiny version of a hook that could be strapped around Maelstrom’s furry chest to sit where his missing leg would have been, and it was clear their cat was a rather adorable feline version of himself.

His wife, meanwhile, sported a red stocking cap and a red and white striped T-shirt that stretched over her growing baby bump, a much more fetching version of Mr. Smee in all his traditional Disney cartoon buffoonery if Killian had ever seen one. For a moment, he was rather uncertain how to work himself in with their theme - not about to dress as his own insulting Disney likeness, nor as Pan or the crocodile. He did eventually feel a bit smug at getting the last laugh once he settled on a Victorian formal suit complete with tails, white ascot and silver-rimmed spectacles, making himself rather the most dashing Mr. Darling one could have envisioned. Emma’s mouth hung open, in fact a little breathless, as he joined her at the door. At least, that was until the shrill ringing of the doorbell broke the moment, announcing their first visitors seeking candy.

*****~~~*****~~~***

Two weeks later, two little girls, ten and twelve years old, named Sara and Anne, whom they had noticed hanging back from the rest of the group of trick-or-treaters, not seeming to be escorted by parents as the others were, but eager to come forward and get as much candy as they could hold at he and Emma’s insistence once the rest of the group had moved on, were part of their household as well. They had cooed over Maelstrom’s Captain Hook costume, giggled as he wended his way between their skinny legs, and petted him gently and admiringly.

“I’ve never had a pet,” the brunette named Sara had explained wistfully, her big doe eyes looking up to meet theirs and capturing Killian’s heart in an instant. He knew even before an official and thorough search proved that they were alone, that these two girls needed he and Emma. It seemed they had been brought over with the other Untold Story realm’s citizens, but rather than with a whole family, as most who’d even noticed them about had assumed, each had instead been separated from her parents and all alone. They had located each other at school, and found an abandoned building at the edge of town where they had managed to squat under the radar. But Emma’s stomach panged with remembered hunger and her heart beat rapidly at the fear and loneliness that would never completely fade. The two girls couldn’t have found any two other people more likely to know what they’d been through than she and Killian.

By the time Emma delivered a healthy baby girl in the early morning of a brand new year, Hope Lianna Jones had two big sisters in her family ready to greet her excitedly.

Their house was once again full of squeals and yelps as feet pounded down the stairs and peals of laughter at all sorts of odd hours. David might tease Killian about how badly outnumbered he was by women in their own little haven, but Emma could only think her prayers had been answered by their house’s fullness. The more the merrier was by now their enthusiastic motto. It was a view not held by nearly enough of the world when she and Killian were growing up on their won. And they were doing their part to change that - one kid and one animal at a time.

**Author’s Note: Again, I apologize for the length of time between Parts One and Two of this story, but I do hope that you will find this conclusion satisfying. You might have noticed that I strove to find literary/legendary orphans to use as potential new members of Emma and Killian’s family. Oliver from Oliver Twist, Sara from A Little Princess, and Anne from Anne of Great Gables. And thanks once again to the lovely ladies on Discord for the animal names, I couldn’t resist switching one from dog to cat here in Part Two! ;)

Tagging a few who might enjoy: @jennjenn615 @kmomof4 @searchingwardrobes @scientificapricot @tiganasummertree @whimsicallyenchantedrose @therooksshiningknight @laschatzi @effulgentcolors @ilovemesomekillianjones @thisonesatellite @profdanglaisstuff @snidgetsafan @resident-of-storybrooke @winterbaby89 @teamhook @revanmeetra87 @darkcolinodonorgasm

#csseptembersunshine #cs fic #cs two shot #cs missing moments #savior's haven #part two of two #concluding part

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ask-these-fantrolls · 5 years ago

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Who is your favorite muse to write for?

[That’s an AWESOME question anon!!! I have lots of favorite muses so I’ll give you my top 5?

I really love to write for Obelus! He’s grown so much from when I originally made him 2 years ago as this meek boy who was scared of his own shadow, to a strong young man who has not only won fighting tournaments and proved his physical strength, but has gone against the empire to protect someone he didn’t even know at the time simply because it was the right thing to do. He’s still emotional and easy to scare, but he’s very brave an will now do his best to combat those fears.

Quaver is such a complex character and is very dear to my heart for many reasons... Not just in a *slaps roof of the quaver* “this baby can fit so much trauma in it” kind of way but also in a way that is just... so different from how I initially intended them. Quaver was a minor villain in a role play that i was part of a year+ ago, but as time went on and they interacted more, I started to realize that like.... yes their mentality of wanting to burn the entire world- all things both bad and good to the ground so that they can build up a world of equality from the ashes, but their main idea isn’t exactly wrong. Maybe I empathize with them too much because i put too many of my own personal traumas into them but their world Is corrupt. They just need to learn that making everyone else suffer in (nearly) the same ways they have isn’t the right way to do things.

TRASH MAN!!!!! I LOOOOOVE YOU!! He’s such an ASSHOLE and he is deadass EVIL but I love to play with him! He can go from using others for his own gains to a tender pile of mush in a second under the right circumstances. While he’s not exactly evil in terms of Real Alternian Standards, he’s definitely an evil man by how he treats and takes advantage of others emotionally and finds great glee in harming them physically.

Harona and Ponpon count as one character because I say so. She was very one dimensional when I first created her, but she and Ponvah have grown so far! Especially since coming to tumblr, these two have gained so much personality and depth that I truly adore! Harona lives with a constant feeling of guilt from Ponvah’s death that she literally carries with her everywhere she goes, while Ponpon is still trying to figure out his new place in the world. In life he was never very active in any community and felt like an outcast of his world, but now that he has to be with Harona all the time and she is his only way to communicate with the outside world, he actually knows the true feeling of seclusion and regrets it! He loves Harona and wouldn’t ever want to be apart from her, but he does wish he could regain his body and have a second chance at life.

DUH you guys know that Bel had to be on this list. He’s who I aspire to be one day! He’s a great role model to someone who one day wants to be a dad and really wants to transition. He’s kind, he’s approachable, and he’s just so dang easy to get muse for! He’s the kind of guy most anyone would want to be friends with and I think that’s really beautiful in a way.]

#asks #obelus #quaver #driguz #harona #belshn #ooc #Anonymous

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askblueberrymuffin · 6 years ago

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY.

RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! good luck !

TAGGED. @vertebralheights sorta? TAGGING. I dunno, do what u want

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Sans Gaster

NICKNAME: Blueberry, Muffin, Blue

AGE: 23

BIRTHDAY: July 1st, 20XX

ETHNIC GROUP: Skeleton/Shadow Monster

NATIONALITY: Underground??

LANGUAGE(S): English, Wingdings(?)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Asexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Forever alone Single

CLASS: Middle class? Maybe upper middle when their mom was around?

HOMETOWN / AREA: Snowdin

CURRENT HOME: Still Snowdin, same house and everything

PROFESSION: Sentry, but he’ll likely pursue higher education soon

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Skeleton?

EYES: Usually cerulean blue.

NOSE: Nope

FACE: Boney (har har)

LIPS: Still skeleton

COMPLEXION: Guess what? Skeleton

WEIGHT: Like, 9 lbs.

BUILD: Bony boi

FEATURES: Solid shadow? In skull and ribcage? Also tiny nubby tail

ALLERGIES: Straight up a magic skeleton

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: No?

USUAL FACE LOOK: A bright smile

USUAL CLOTHING: So many sweaters. Too many sweaters. And baggy pants. And cerulean boots. Of course all topped off with his scarf, tied as a bandana.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR(S): His brothers dying, Cake killing himself(again), Cake self harming(more), being abandoned, hurting others, using others, being alone, fire, being burned, the kitchen, ice picks, chisels, sledge hammers, lighters, people getting hurt because of him, people dying because of him-- *SLAPS ROOF OF SANS* THIS BAD BOI CAN FIT SO MANY FEARS and he hides them all so they never get any better, someone help him oh my god--

ASPIRATION(S) : He wants to help others however he can. He also would really like to be come a scientist, but he puts that aside for the former

POSITIVE TRAITS: Excitable, loving, affectionate, intelligent, optimistic, resourceful, adaptable, perseverance, determination, overwhelming kindness and forgiveness

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Depressed, fakes many emotions, fakes many situations, fakes his persona, shoves his own feelings aside constantly, takes all the blame, always takes the fall, forgives instantly, never blames anyone, too trusting, can be absent minded, easily distracted, never honest about his own feelings to other or to himself, won’t tell people when they’re hurting him, will do almost anything you tell him, he’s entirely too codependent, his entire life revolves around his brothers, if you take that away he doesn’t know who he is anymore, he’s content now but if he were to ever not be, that is a very, very steep slope with no coming back. Get this baby a therapist, someone.

ZODIAC: A hecking crab Cancer

TEMPERAMENT: He only gets upset when bad stuff happens to others or they talk bad about themselves. Otherwise you could literally stab him and-- WAIT people literally did torture him and he was not at all upset! Ahhh--

SOUL TYPE(S): Monster Soul?

ANIMALS: Probably some kind of dog. He’d be the goodest good boy.

VICE HABIT(S): He stress bakes and stress cleans. Don’t take that for innocence as he’s tried other things. A lot of other things. But he has 1 HP, hates the choking feel of smoke and can’t get drunk if his life depended on it. ...Perhaps it isn’t so innocent though, looking at all he does.

FAITH: Who needs gods when you’re a massive science nerd

GHOSTS?: Yes?

AFTERLIFE?: He believes there is none. A part of him hopes he is wrong.

REINCARNATION?: He’s a science nerd, he hasn’t put much thought into this stuff.

ALIENS?: He believes with the vastness of the universe, likely? He wants to meet one.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Heavy shrugging? He only wishes the Queen were more open.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: None in particular

SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION: He’s content where things are.

EDUCATION LEVEL: High school. He hopes to change this now that they actually have money--

FAMILY.

FATHER: Wingdings Gaster

MOTHER: D̵̀́͟͜r̶̶̶̛̕.̴̀ ̷̡̨̢P̶̧e̢̡̕n̷̷̨̧u̴̶m̡̛͘͠͠b̧͞͠r̴̷̨͞ą̧̛͘ ̸̨G̴̡͜͜͠a̵͜s̢̀͜t̢e͠҉̕͟r̷͏̢̢̀

SIBLINGS: Papyrus ‘Cake’ Gaster (younger), Papyrus ‘Rex’ (older)

EXTENDED FAMILY: Sakura Shalie (niece), Martin Magnus (nephew)

NAME MEANING(S): I dunno, ask their mom OH WAIT-- (imsorry)

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: His mom was the royal scientist, while his dad killed the human who possessed the soul of integrity. Perhaps in certain timelines caused by a certain human, he may have been more historically important (winkwinknudgenudge)

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Pffff-- Textbooks, old scientific studies, non-fiction, history texts, books on space, really just picture anything nerdy. He loves it. Oh yeah, and sci-fi.

MOVIE: The first Star Wars film, he will fight

5 SONGS: Dollhouse, Sleeping Powder, More Than Words, Squid Melody [Blue Version], Cut My Hair

DEITY: Can I just put Phil Swift here? I’m doing it.

HOLIDAY: Christmas

MONTH: July. Birthday time!

SEASON: Indifferent. They all seem the same to him.

PLACE: Quiet places no one else can reach

WEATHER: Storms. Rain storms on the surface.

SOUND: Laughter

SCENT(S): Laundry, baking, cooking

TASTE(S): He loves tomatoes? In juice, sandwiches, food in general? Yeah.

FEEL(S): Warm, soft, physical contact with other living beings.

ANIMAL(S): He loves dogs? All dogs. So many dogs. He wants to pet them all. All dogs.

NUMBER: 9 now. XD

COLORS: He likes orange and blue. He says his favourite colours are his dad’s eyes. Which sounds adorable tbh--

EXTRA.

TALENTS: He’s a little smarty pants with a good memory. Helpful for science, helpful for reloads. He’s decent at cooking and is much, much to physically strong for his 1 HP?? He also has quite the great handle on his magic. Fighting him isn’t fun, at all. He’s only been fairly beaten once. He’s empathetic, great at reading people and a masterful deceiver. He could be a super villain with his manipulation abilities tbh, but he just hates the idea of using people.

BAD AT: He acts before he thinks. He switches from topic to topic and overpowers conversation. He’s quick to defend others and gets himself hurt like this more often than not, and mentally he’s an absolute wreck. He can be overbearing and clingy though, especially to those close to him. The more paranoid he becomes, the more annoying he seems in these ways.

HOBBIES: Reading, cooking, cleaning. He’s starting to get back into actual hobbies like reading with Rex around. He used to just not have them.

TROPES: He is about the best supporting ally and mom friend one can be. His best quality is being able to lift people up high. He however, cannot do this to himself.

AESTHETIC TAGS: #space , #baking

GPOY QUOTES: ((I don’t know what this is--))

FC INFO.

MAIN FC(S): No

ALT FC(S): Nope

OLDER FC(S): Nuh-uh

YOUNGER FC(S): Nadda

VOICE CLAIM(S): ((I have no idea?? The closest would be Cryaotic but I honestly have no idea the specifics))

GENDERBENT FC(S): Nah

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?: If I were to write it??? It would turn into something psychological or horror related. Blue would fit wonderfully in a deconstruction of the human(or i guess skeleton??) mind. Hopefully it’d be about him seeming alright but being an absolute mess and managing to realize there is indeed a problem and work through his issues with friends, family and some professional help. That’d be lovely.

Q2: what would their soundtrack / score sound like?: He listens to anything catchy, though likes chiptune and electronica. He’d probably make his own soundtrack out of other video game soundtracks though, he’s a doofus.

Q3: why did you start writing this character?: I... Don’t know?? Huh. Guess I did a little bit about... Three years back? I didn’t do a whole lot with him, but that’s around when he met his niece and nephew. Hm.

Q4: what first attracted you to this character?: Papyrus is my favourite undertale character. Sans is my second favourite. Mash them together and what do you get? A cool science boy! A sad cool science boy that covers his pain with laughter and smiles. Someone help him.

Q5: describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse: He won’t let anyone in, in any way that matters. He’s affectionate to everyone and it would be so easy to use and abuse him. He so strong in some areas and so weak in others. His whole life is his brothers and I’m often lost as to what I should make him do as he doesn’t keep hobbies really due to being busy. He never sleeps, works himself to exhaustion and picks everyone up despite being hurt himself. He thinks he knows what he is but he’s wrong. He thinks he’s fine but he’s not. He denies these problems in himself so hard that even he’s deceived by his act. It’s frustrating in a way even if it is interesting? As a writer I want to break him apart and crush him but as a person I want someone, anyone to finally see through this and HELP him. But no matter the hints I give or things I mention, no one has tried. I suppose he just hides it too well. Ahh...

Q6: what do you have in common with your muse?: Super depressed! Uh-- Ha, put up a mask. Hide pain with jokes. Try to see the silver lining in situations. Loooove space. And science. Psychology’s a huge yes.

Q8: what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?: Citrus is always neat. Rex and him also have an extremely interesting dynamic. Fluff and him are adorable and fun, and I want so much more of them. Sakura’s is hilarious because she’s literally a god in her multiverse and she’s just accepted him as being able to break all laws of space and time

Q9: what gives you inspiration to write your muse?: The interactions and dynamics he creates with other characters as well as the unique story and plot aspects that can be created!

Q10: how long did this take you to complete?: At least two hours. Maybe longer. Oh jeez--

#meme #blueberry #ooc #maybe #too long #so long #ahhhh #tag #kill me

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monstersandmaw · 7 years ago

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Male fairy x male reader (sfw) [extract!]

So this month’s Patreon story is now just shy of 8000 words which, if it were a commission, would be £80! And for just $5, you can have access to all 8000 words of it over on Patreon (including the nsfw bits of course!), as well as my previous Patreon-only monthly stories, early-access to all non-commissioned Tumblr posts, and work in progress snippets, character bios and ideas.

But if you’re not able to do that, here’s an extract for you, and his aesthetic. I love Jinx so much, he’s just totally wormed his way into my heart. I hope you like him too! He’s a fairy boy who had his wings plucked off just before the start of the story... The extract starts just after he’s been with the human a while and has begun healing a little.

... extract...

“Why are you still bothering?” he snapped.

“Because I want to,” you retorted. “What do you want?”

“I don’t care.”

You just sighed at your obstinate guest, and once you’d changed his bandages and commented on how well his wounds were healing, you ended up cooking pasta. You gave him a pasta shell with some tomato sauce, with a cube of pancetta and a little chunk of mushroom, and tried not to smile as he hungrily cut into it with the new little plastic knife you’d made him.

Over the next weeks, Jinx seemed to soften almost imperceptibly to you. He let you bathe him in the ceramic butter dish you had literally never used – fully naked, but you promised him you wouldn’t look too closely – and change his bandages, and feed him, and eventually he started to open up to you.

He never touched you, and he rarely left the little shoebox bed you’d made him, not until one Friday evening when you were exhausted and falling asleep on the sofa with your dinner still in your lap. The nearly empty bowl of egg-fried rice – some of which you’d syphoned off for him before hand, with a garden pea on top for decoration– was slipping dangerously out of your slack fingers when you felt something sharp zap you on the tip of the nose.

You jolted awake, almost dropping the bowl altogether. “What the –?”

And then you caught the sound of it: the cheekiest, most mischievous laugh you’d ever heard. You blinked, looking up to see Jinx standing on the arm of the sofa, a ball of what looked like lightning crackling between his hands.

“Well, it’s good to hear you laugh,” you said, adjusting your posture and yawning.

“You nearly dumped your food on the floor like a baby,” he said, splitting the ball of energy into three and juggling them absentmindedly.

“Thank you,” you said, not pointing out that him zapping you had nearly achieved the same end. “That’s impressive,” you said, watching him juggle, and he rolled his eyes.

“That’s nothing,” he said, sending the balls of light whizzing around his middle. “We can do so much more than little party tricks like this.”

“I’d love to see it some day perhaps,” you said, stretching your back out and setting your bowl down on another little coffee table. You didn’t use ‘his’ table for anything now, wanting him to have at least some space of his own.

“I’m cold,” he said suddenly. “I need some better clothes. Or, like, just clothes,” he added, looking down at his bare torso. He still had the bandages on around his upper chest, and he was still wearing those green leggings.

“I guess we could cut up a shirt of mine?” you said, which made him laugh again. “What?”

“I’m not wearing matching top and bottoms,” he giggled, his hands going to his hips. “That would look ridiculous!” and just like that, he broke into a fit of hysterics that had you both laughing at the image. Jinx was actually bent over at the waist, and little tiny tears of laughter splashed onto the mat of the coffee table.

“Come on,” you chuckled, making to stand up. “Let’s find you a couple of shirts we can cut up at least.”

“It’s alight,” he said, “You don’t have to ruin your shirts for me.” He stopped laughing and seemed to go serious again, the light dimming in his green eyes. “You’ve already done so much for me.”

“Hey now,” you said, sitting back down on the very edge of the sofa cushion so you could look him in the eye a little easier. He seemed to appreciate not having to crane his neck up. “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to, ok? I’m really glad I met you.”

“Found me in a flowerbed, more like,” he said.

“Meh,” you shrugged. “Met, found: semantics.”

He flashed a lopsided grin at you and eyed your shirt. “You have terrible taste in clothes, by the way,” he added. “I’m not sure I want to wear anything of yours…”

You raised an eyebrow. “You want to come shopping with me then? Be my personal stylist?”

He snorted at that, and then went still. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

You shrugged and nodded. If it would get him out of his shell, why not?

“No,” he said. “I… I don’t think so. I’d like to stay here a bit longer.”

“Alright. Well, I’ll bring some shirts downstairs tomorrow morning and we can decide. I should warn you though, I don’t know the first thing about sewing. I think I have a sewing kit in the cupboard from when I needed to put a button back on…”

He snorted another little laugh out of his nose. “Who do you think made these?” he said, slapping the back of his palms against his thighs.

“Fair enough,” you said.

You took your plate out into the kitchen and refreshed the water in the bottle cap for him. As you brought it back in, you saw that he was sitting cross-legged on the top of his bed, not looking like he was about to go to sleep at all.

“Everything ok?” you asked.

He looked up at you with his big green eyes all wide and suddenly very vulnerable. “Can… Can I come upstairs with you tonight?”

You smiled, shoulders releasing tension you hadn’t realised you’d been carrying. “Of course you can,” you smiled. “C’mon.”

Holding the bed in one hand, you carried him carefully up the creaky wooden staircase.

Jinx looked around him curiously now, taking in the photographs on the walls and the layout of the upstairs of the small house, until you pushed the door of your bedroom open with your toe, your other hand carrying his water ‘bucket’.

“Where do you want me to put your bed down?” you asked. The room was small and modestly furnished, with a small double bed in one corner, the eaves of the roof coming down sharply on the opposite side, and a little window cutting through the slope of the roof. He pointed at the little desk below the window and you pushed your books out of the way.

You turned around and began to get into your pyjamas, and when you glanced back at him over your shoulder, you found, to your surprise, that he was staring at your bare back. He flushed deeply and looked away immediately, but you couldn’t help smiling. Yes, Jinx had already come a long way from when you’d first found him.

Drifting off to sleep, careful to lie on your side to reduce the risk of snoring ‘like a hedgehog with a cold’, you smiled. In the dark of the room, with the curtains drawn, there seemed to be a faint, blue light emanating from the other side of the room, and, cracking your eyes open just one more time, you realised it was Jinx, glowing softly. You had barely had the thought of asking him what was happening before you found yourself tipping back into sleep, exhausted.

A slight movement on the pillow next to you jolted you softly awake, and you inhaled deeply, eyelids flickering open again. It was still dark, and it felt like you’d only been asleep an hour or so at most. When you saw the soft, faintly blue light glowing on the pillow, you pushed yourself upright a little way and stared. “Jinx?” you asked in a whisper.

“I didn’t want to be alone,” he said as he settled himself down beside you on the soft, cotton pillowcase. “Go back to sleep, and don’t you dare crush me, you big clumsy human.”

You raised your hand to the pillow and reached carefully for him with a finger. “May I?”

“May you what?” he asked warily.

“Touch you?”

“You’ve already touched me,” he said testily, touching his hand to the bandages around his chest.

You fixed him with a flat stare. “This is different. I’m not bathing you now; I’m not taking care of your bandages…” You paused. “It’s alright if you don’t want me to.”

He shook his head, which you took for a ‘no’, but when you lowered your hand again he quickly said, “No, it’s fine. You can. I trust you.”

With as much tenderness as you could manage, you trailed your fingertip down over his incredibly soft hair and down his arm to his waist. “You’re very beautiful, Jinx,” you smiled.

Tears brimmed in his eyes at that, and he looked away, unable to meet your gaze. “I’m so broken,” he choked, his blue light sputtering out. “I miss flying. Sometimes I can’t breathe because I miss it so much.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just kept stroking his hair until his breathing evened out again, and eventually he began to snore softly. You had to smile at that. As he lay there, the glow started to come back, steadily at first and then to the brightness almost of a nightlight. Realising he was lying top-naked on your pillow with nothing to cover him for warmth, you rose as carefully as you could, and fetched the silk handkerchief to keep him warm.

Jinx continued to get better, and you ended up ordering him doll’s clothing off the internet for the winter which he actually seemed to enjoy a lot. Some of it he modified, but most of it he wore straight out of the packet. His favourite was a snuggly jacket that he wore outside with some boots which he’d made for himself out of some fake fur you’d picked up at a craft shop. He was really good at making things, and he even patched up a couple of your work trousers for you so well that you couldn’t even see where the rips in the pockets had been.

Within a month of him coming to live with you, he had started to venture outside into the back garden, exploring a little while you sat on the back step, watching him. Not being able to fly was clearly agony for him, and after his first patrol of the garden, which he declared the biggest dump he’d ever seen, he asked to go back inside.

However, as the autumn progressed, he would stay out for longer, rummaging around in the undergrowth and checking out every inch of the garden, sometimes for hours. He made you lift him up to inspect the boughs of trees, checking their health, and often directing you on what to cut back what to pull up, and what to leave alone.

The first snows fell, and Jinx stayed inside when they got too deep for him to venture outside practically. He hated that, but he asked you for some paper, and stitched himself some miniature books. During the day he would draw, and he would never show you anything, so you stopped asking. From glimpses you got, it looked like architectural plans.

You had no family to speak of, so Christmas was a quiet affair, and by the time the spring came round, you and Jinx had reached a near-perfect symbiosis. He occupied himself during the day and spent the evenings with you, listening to you talk about work or colleagues or friends in the city. You even took him in your pocket into the city once. His emerald eyes had gone wide at the sights and sounds, but he’d found it exhausting, and had fallen asleep in your breast pocket after a couple of hours, so you returned on the train, not even waking him as you laid him down on top of his bed, fully clothed.

Once it warmed up enough, you installed a cat-flap in the back door so that Jinx could come and go as he pleased, and you tried not to worry about him getting attacked by a cat or something while you weren’t there, especially since he couldn’t fly any more. He never spoke of what had happened to him, and you never asked.

One day you came home earlier from work than usual to find him in the back garden, using the set of miniature tools you’d found on eBay. They were perfect for him, and fully functional, made of sharp tool steel, and he had cried when you’d given them to him for his project.

“How’s it coming?” you asked, and he jumped, so absorbed in his task that he hadn’t noticed you open the back door.

It was chilly, but he’d clearly been sawing for ages, and was wearing only the little leather apron and a pair of his favourite leggings, his torso bare. His green hair was longer now, and he tied it up in a dinky ponytail that bounced whenever he moved. A sheen of sweat sparkled on his brow and he grinned at you. He looked radiant.

Jinx turned around and eyed the tree stump behind him at the side of the garden. He’d discovered it at the end of autumn, and he’d been slowly hollowing it out ever since. Now the interior was almost complete, and he was making a front door to fit the opening he’d carved in it. “Alright,” he chirped. “Starting to look like home.”

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swans-anime-ramblings · 7 years ago

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“Luffy had no reaction to Boa...doesn’t that mean he won’t have romance?”

I’ve been debating about posting this blog because I was hesitant about the kind of reaction it would receive. But I think this topic is worth discussing logically.

Alright, so let’s dig into this thing.

If we’re going to understand Luffy and his actions (or not actions) towards Boa, then we have to first understand him as being a character that fits the Battle Shonen archetype. The genre, despite people’s complaints about it, is the most popular type of manga/anime genre there is. And One Piece, for all its glorious writing, world building and character development, is perfectly happy to sit in its genre, with Luffy fitting right into the hero archetype.

Where did this archetype even come from? It may surprise you to learn that Dragon Ball is in fact the grandfather of modern Shonen. You know what kind of stories were running in WSJ as DB’s contemporaries? Big burley manly men who never changed or progressed like Kenshiro from Fist of the North Star.

And the antithesis of this is Goku, little innocent Goku who takes this character type and flip it on its head. (Kid Goku is so cute guys! *cries*)

Toriyama’s writing absolutely can’t be understated here. Nobody had ever seen anything like Dragon Ball. It became a cultural phenomenon. It became a blueprint for success.

The classic Shonen Hero archetype has evolved into the following:

innocent

clueless when it comes to love

loves to fight/ get stronger

has a catch phrase

wants to protect their “Nakama”

thinks before they act

often stupid or a simpleton

gains power ups through training and other means

cute

Within the archetype you’ve got big hitters such as:

Goku— the OG who was so clueless, he couldn’t tell someone’s gender without slapping them in the crotch. Also obsessed with getting stronger to the detriment of, well, everything

Luffy— the uber innocent muffin who will do anything for his crew, and will go out of his way for people if it concerns their dreams. Aware of his weaknesses more than the others, Also really dumb at first

Naruto--- the misfit who starts out peeping at girls but then ends up taking on the burden of the entire world, because he’s THAT concerned about everyone and everything. Definitely the most selfless, has dumb moments, but smarter than the others

Ichigo--- the lovable grump who literally doesn’t give a shit. Coolest one of the bunch

Natsu--- loves his friends so much he gains power ups in the middle of the battle to win through the power of friendship. Probably the funniest one, takes life one job request at a time

Asta— the new kid on the block. Constantly yells to the point of irritation, believes working hard will solve all problems, doesn’t understand how relationships work and that nuns don’t get married

Deku— I know people will ask. Yes, he is a Shonen Hero, But doesn’t fit into the archetype so be will be left out of the discussion (the kid actually suffers from overthinking...complete opposite than these lovable idiots)

So, for fun, let’s throw all these Shonen Heroes into the same situation Luffy found himself in

All of these heroes fall through the ceiling and into Boa Hancock’s bath where they come face to face with the most beautiful woman on the planet who is naked.

Goku: completely unphased by Boa’s beauty. Asks who Boa is, and when she gets pissed, stands there with a “huh?” Look on his face when she shoots the love beam at him. After it has no effect, Goku puts his hand up with a smile and then says, “see ya!” Before flying off. Probably more concerned with where Vegeta went and if he managed to find a new level of Super Saiyan

Naruto: definitely phased by Boa. Would probably turn to stone ahahahaha

Ichigo: after being annoyed because he fell through the roof, would take one look at Boa, and get flustered out of embarrassment. By the time Boa tries to question him, he’s already left and found the exit.

Natsu: upon falling into the bath, he’d also be completely unphased by Boa. Would most likely take note of her earrings and ask about them. He’d probably also end up saying something Boa would find unbelievably rude, but something I would laugh hysterically at. “Woah?! Is that your guild mark?! Cool!!!”

Asta: I imagine Asta would most likely cover his eyes out of courtesy, and ask for the way out. When Boa gets mad and asks why he’s not head over heals for her, nor why he’s looking at her body, he’d say something like, “sister Lilly is waiting for me” and then leave. *sigh*

So here’s my point. Three of our boys would have the same exact reaction as Luffy. When it comes to the archetype, lusting after girls simply isn’t in their nature. Natsu’s reaction to a naked Lucy was to cover her boobs with his hands “fine I’ll cover them” he sighs in the dub. No lustful reaction whatsoever. I’m pretty sure any normal guy would, um, not react that way. He looks so bored.

Asta refused to peep at a girls bath (way to shut that down buddy), and Goku’s seen plenty of naked people and he doesn’t care. He even has the same reaction in Dragon Ball Super, after he’s married, when he accidentally sees another woman naked (who is very beautiful).

(Harsh reaction there Goku, lmao)

Luffy’s reaction to Boa is completely in line with the archetype. The innocent nature of the main character is extremely important. Oda even says in the SBS that it would just be plain weird for Luffy to get a nose bleed. I agree.

So, do our boys reactions to Boa mean romance isn’t possible for them? Of course not. Goku got married and had 2 kids. Naruto, who is the most interested in women, got married. Ichigo ended up with someone and had a kid. Natsu’s relationship with Lucy isn’t “canon” yet, buuuttt with this sequel coming and all the art Mashima’s been posting, I think we can all just call it and it’ll be happening. As for Asta, the manga is still young so it’s hard to say, but judging how Tabata is treating romance in his manga, I’d say It’s a distinct possibility. Asta does have a low-key herem going on 🤷‍♀️

When Goku was a kid, he came across a foe who could turn evil (ie bad thoughts) into a weapon and kill you. Goku was the only person to ever survive because he has no impure thoughts. It basically works the same way as Boa’s love-love beam.

This innocence is why Goku can ride his magical flying cloud the Kinto-Un, aka the Flying Nimbus. That innocence in Goku stays with him forever, too. Goku can ride the cloud after he’s gotten married and created spawns. The idea is, sex isn’t dirty. It’s just how you treat it may or may not make it dirty (ie unwarranted advances). Master Roshi, Goku’s perverted teacher, can’t ride the Kinto-Un. Using Goku as an example, our innocent muffins can still have romance/make babies. Their highly innocent nature doesn’t stop them, but normally with these types, they will only have romance/make babies if it’s with one very special person.

This is important to remember; for this genre, romance is a part of maturing and growing up. Most of these shonen heroes end up with someone once they’ve passed a certain point.

In One Piece Specifically

When it comes to Oda’s writing specifically, romance between characters doesn’t really play a huge role in One Piece like the way it does in Naruto and Fairy Tail. Everyone who reads OP should recognize this. Whatever ends up happening at the end of One Piece, there aren’t going to be a zillion pairings and those pairings staring off into the sunset.

There’s that famous line from Oda where he answered a question in the SBS (from chapter 317)

D: Doesn't anyone on Luffy's crew fall in love? Will there never be a tale of on-board romance? (Sanji is an exception in this case) I'm just wondering.

O: OF COURSE THEY'RE IN LOVE... WITH ADVENTURE! (← good one)

The SBS is a place where Oda jokes around with his readers. I think his answer is a good answer because it’s true, and when it comes down to it, a deflective answer. And whatever else Oda has said or hasn’t said in magazines or interviews, Oda can change his mind about what he wants to include or not include in his manga.

The reason I think this is worth bringing up is because I can see a storytelling shift which has changed in his manga. Romance in any capacity used to play almost no role in the early story. Just think about the type of characters he was creating. You’ve got Nolan’s descendant who hangs out with guys that look like monkeys. You’ve got the giants of Elbaf, you’ve got the Galley-Law company guys. There’s hardly any blood families in the first half either. Vivi and her Dad are a notable example, but they are the minority, not the majority. The first half of the story was mostly focused on people who were not blood related and were making their own families, like the Franky family. Like the Strawhats.

Post time-skip and New World, we’ve got a very different story being told. With Kyros and his wife Scarlet, Oda actually gave us the backstory to their romance! Dressrosa was set up a bit for that type of story, but I still find it notable. It wasn’t necessary for character motivations for Kyros. It felt like Oda wrote it because he wanted to.

You’ve got romance playing a big role in Whole Cake Island, even with Chiffon and Bege. This is a married couple with a young son, and not the type of characters we’d see in the early story. Sanji and Pudding were more of a serious type of relationship, even with Sanji “choosing to feel love” for Pudding. Guys, that’s...mature. We’ve seen a lot more blood ties in the New World, even to the point of the Big Mom pirates, dysfunctional as they are.

In the end, you write what you know. When One Piece started, Oda was a single guy, now he’s in his early 40′s with a daughter. The types of stories he’s telling now are based on more mature aspects of his own life.

Does this mean Luffy will most definitely end up with someone? Of course not. There’s a distinct possibility OP will end with Luffy as he is and there be no pairings of any sort.

But to dismiss the possibility of parings based on Luffy’s reaction to women or something Oda said back in some interview, is also too dismissive of a stance to take. Like his Shonen counterparts, romance for Luffy is a possibility. Remember what I said about the genre; romance is sign of growing up and maturing. Luffy is still growing and maturing, so it isn’t out of the cards.

In the end, Only Oda knows. Until One Piece has concluded, we’ll have to wait and see.

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incensus-nix · 7 years ago

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.: casual mania :.

❝ You ought to try putting that one on a leash. ❞

❝ Excuuuse me? ❞ Deacon slide down his sunglasses to stare down at the ex-Paladin of the Brotherhood of Steel. Danse was screwing into a bolt on the left leg of his power armor when he saw the agent walk by with a cigarette in hand.

Still taking a knee, but pausing to finish working on the leg of his suit, Danse looked up and furrowed his brows. ❝ Bethany has been completely out of control lately. And the only people she seems to listen to is you and that freakish ghoul in the tuxedo. ❞

Deacon scarcely let himself get offended by Danse’s judgmental tones, but he managed to rub the agent the wrong way a little too much this time. ❝ One, you’re under the wrong impression. She never listens to me. And two, c’mon, man -- Donald is a great guy and makes a killer suit. Not his fault he loses a fingernail in the pockets sometimes. ❞

❝ It’s disgusting. ❞

❝ So is bigotry, but hey, that’s life! Gotta get a little dirty. ❞

Danse knew that was a jab at his character, the soldier standing to his feet and taking a step towards the other man. ❝ Watch your tongue, citizen. ❞

Deacon huffed. ❝ Tch-- Knock it off, man. This citizen crap, you’re just like the rest of us mongrels of the Commonweath now. ❞ Danse glared at the smaller man, his grip around the screwdriver getting a little tighter. ❝ Also, it would be wise to not insult the one person who gave you a roof over your head. She’s... different, but she could’ve told you to get wrecked and you’d have to deal with it. So, better learn to tolerate some people if you want to get anywhere around here. ❞

❝ Excuse me, gentlemen -- ❞ Nearly on queue, Preston turned the corner, tipping his hat to greet them both. Danse and Deacon shared an awkward glance at one another, knowing very well that if they could agree on one thing, it was their view on Preston.

❝ What? Another settlement needs our help? ❞ Deacon threw out his cigarette into the broken cement and setting his hands to his hip.

❝ Hilarious. Actually, it’s our mutual friend here... ❞

❝ Friend? ❞ asked Danse, his grip loosening on the screwdriver, then setting it on the toolbox next to him.

❝ Maybe not for you big guy, but Bethany’s on her shit again. ❞

Deacon just closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. ❝ Where? ❞ His voice was dry and expectant of a quick answer.

Before Preston could give an answer, there was a large booming explosion nearby, all three men bracing themselves under the hood of the garage, looking around for the location. Danse catching first glance, saw it came from the northeast side of the neighborhood, a huge smoke cloud rising from the bushes behind one of the settlers homes in Sanctuary.

All three men kept running, Linda meeting them in the middle and grabbing for Prestons arm, dragging him with her and leading the way. ❝ She’s gone completely out of her mind! We were all just having a drink and -- Oh my god -- ❞

In the clearing of burning trees, the silvery haired woman, wearing a torn tee, tied at her side and yellow, high waisted shorts covered in soot and gunpowder, pointing her rifle at the group of trees.

❝ What the fuck are you doing? ❞ Deacon yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. Just as he finished yelling, Preston elbowed his ribs and pointed to the trees. Stuck onto the trunks’ center, several fragmentation grenades rested there, blinking red lights while being activated. Deacon nearly ripped off his own wig, dragging his nails down his cheeks. ❝ Why the fuck, Bethany?! ❞

Instead of answering, she aimed and shot at one of the trees, the recoil pushing her backwards as well as the explosion from the grenade causing the entire party to take several steps back from the chaos.

Flat on her back, Bethany started laughing hysterically, fragments of metal pierced her skin and caused some light bleeding along her arms and legs. Giving herself a few seconds, she rolled over but tripped over her own feet and fell again, pulling on her hair with laughter again.

❝ Oh my god, what is all this? This wasn’t all here before -- I didn’t see -- ❞ The auburn haired woman covered her mouth as she pointed to the pile of red inhalers by the bottles they’d been drinking from. ❝ I swear, I never saw -- ❞ She began to get hysterical, upsetting herself.

❝ Danse, can you take her -- She’s... I think she got into Bobrov’s. ❞ Preston noticed the empty shot glasses and bottle surrounding a small fire pit, as well as the encasings for the chem jet.

❝ Affirmative, Garvey. ❞ Danse, patting for Linda, she followed, still in her own hysterics while he preached the reckless behaviors involving alcohol and insisted she drink some water before sleeping. To which she agreed to his orders and lectures, not wanting to make anyone else mad.

Back at the clearing, Bethany still couldn’t manage to get her footing, patting around for her rifle until Preston snatched it out of reach and threw it over his back. ❝ That’s all for you -- Haven’t you caused enough trouble? ❞ The laughing stopped, Bethany grabbing for branch to stand herself up, then threw it at him.

❝ Bethany! ❞ It was Deacon now, slapping the stick from midair and looking at her from behind his sunglasses, giving the most distasteful look. ❝ Fuckin’ -- stop. ❞

❝ Fuck you, Deacon -- ❞ Bethany finally shouted, her voice slurred and eyes the color of disease and exhaustion. ❝ Jus’... fuck you... ❞

Preston, sighing heavily, shook his head. ❝ Told you, on her shit again. I dunno what you did, but you think you can handle this on your own? Or you want the gun? ❞

❝ Shit -- ❞ Deacon half thought it would be good to have it, but he shook his head and waved off the Minuteman. ❝ I got this... Just go make sure Captain Metal Head doesn’t drown your girlfriend. ❞

Rolling his eyes at Deacon’s statement, he knew better than to say anything smart back, but simply turned to walk from the situation. ❝ Yeah, whatever. Good luck. ❞

Just the two of them now, Bethany picked up a pile of dead leaves and attempted to throw it at him, missing by several feet. ❝ Really? ❞ Deacon was impressed on the pathetic attempt, actually.

❝ I don’t like hanging out with you -- ❞

❝ Yeah, it’s been a real pleasure babysitting a fucking chem addicted child. ❞

❝ You don’t know shit -- ❞

❝ Why do I even bother trying with you? ❞

She yelled at him in a tantrum, then kicked more leaves until she lost her balance again and fell back. Deacon didn’t budge. She whined, holding her elbow as she scratched it on a rock as she landed. ❝ Why don’t you care? ❞ Her voice was done with yelling now, the jet wearing out finally as she came down from her high and feeling so much more low now.

Now she was playing that game again. The first time he bore a small part of this soul. The second time, he assured her everything was fine. The third time, which was now, he was hardly going to part take in the pity party she started.

❝ Go to bed, Bethany, you’re drunk and stupid. ❞

❝ You hate me. ❞

❝ Yup, sure do. I’m leaving now. ❞

She sat there, crying into her hands, her physical being and emotions mixing up together as she tried to separate what the drugs were doing while wearing off and how she felt. ❝ No, no... Not yet. ❞

Deacon shook his head, grinding his jaw a little bit. ❝ I’m not doing this shit again with you. ❞

❝ She asked me something stupid and I didn’t know how to answer, okay? ❞

If it wasn’t for curiosity, he would’ve kept walking. ❝ Who asked what to you? ❞

❝ Linda... She... ❞ Bethany rubbed her face sloppily, pushing back her messy hair and trying to look up at Deacon. ❝ We just had a few to drink and she was like ‘oh, what are you two, anyway?’ ❞ She sniffed, then laughed at realizing how stupid the question was now and that she was admitting a completely personal conversation to the last person that needed to know any of the details. ❝ Like, how am I supposed to react to that, you know? ❞

Deacon knelt down and poked her forehead. ❝ Like a normal, decent fucking human being, you idiot. With words, not taking a bunch of drugs and blowing up a fucking forest. ❞

❝ Seemed reasonable at the time. ❞

He was exhausted with this, sitting down on the earth across from her, crossing his legs and leaning his face into his hands that where now in the prayer position. ❝ I can’t deal with this, Bethany. You are going to literally get yourself killed or something else and I will not have any part of that. I cannot lose anymore people and you are seriously pushing me. ❞

❝ Are you leaving? ❞

❝ Yeah, I dunno, maybe? Shit, what do you want me to do? Baby you every time you go off the rails? I told you, like, a million times now, I can’t lose anymore people. ❞

❝ You don’t even like me, you tell everyone that. ❞

❝ Oh c’mon -- ❞

❝ ‘She’s my problem, don’t worry’. You said that to Brittany the other day. ❞

❝ You were trying to get her to buy a baseball. ❞

❝ It was in mint condition and would’ve looked great hanging over the bar. ❞

Deacon sighs. He pushed down his shades, getting a better look at Bethany. ❝ You’ve literally created a kingdom in the garbage pile heap that is the Commonwealth. I, for one, bought that baseball and helped you put it on the shelf over the bar just because I knew it’d make you happy. Because it fit what you wanted to achieve here. But, you are my problem. Every time you turn your switch on and go hard, it scares everyone. They don’t know what they’re dealing with and I honestly don’t know either. ❞

She hugs her knees to her chest. ❝ Are you scared of me? ❞

❝ Sometimes. ❞ He wasn’t lying, surprisingly. He didn’t really have to in these moments. Taking off his sunglasses and hanging it from his tee shirt collar, he did this so she knew what he meant. It was their way to figuring out the other’s words, for real. ❝ Mostly scared for you. Funny like, I’ve told you about me and yet all I know is some brief history because you refuse to go into whatever it was that made you the way you are. ❞

❝ What else is there? You had a history that was worth talking about. ❞

❝ Uh, I would beg to differ, actually. ❞

❝ I liked hearing you talk about it. ❞

❝ About pain and suffering? You really are something else... ❞

Bethany bit her bottom lip. ❝ That’s not what I meant... You did... something bad and you’re one of the good guys now. I’m trying to figure that out... ❞

Deacon was confused by the statement. There wasn’t much he could say to judge that statement, but what else could she have done? She was making up for a lot she’d done, riding along with the Operators for sometime. Hell, it wasn’t uncommon for people to lose their way and come back, but he knew that wasn’t what was bothering her. ❝ You’re, uh, not doing people bad by giving them a place to settle down. Ghouls, synths, the rest of us. If we’re erasing tallies, you might be getting close. ❞

She pushed her bangs back, whimpering again. The booze had yet to have worn off completely. It was probably best to have the conversation later, but she was stuck in the moment. ❝ I don’t know what happened to me, Deacon. I never thought I was a bad person, but I never was all that great. Just, over and over again, I needed to survive. I needed to be the last one standing... ❞ She was rambling now, Deacon finding it hard to follow, but he continued to let her speak. ❝ --He said I would get in his way, that I was what was wrong with society. I am... was... But what’s wrong with pretty things? What’s wrong with wanting to be pretty-- What’s... My head hurts... ❞

❝ Who was he? ❞ Deacon had to interrupt her at that last point.

❝ That... overseer. Harry Soups or something. ❞ She held her head as it pounded a bit louder. ❝ Am I mad? Sometimes things get so hazy... Like static in my head. ❞

Deacon had honestly forgotten from time to time that she’d come from the prewar vaults. She’d seen so much of the Commonwealth and only constructed her old world luxuries, but never talked about them. It was strange to watch most of the time, but he found it better to not ask her questions about it, or else she would just become more aloof in the other direction.

❝ I don’t... really understand what they did to you. But it seems like they really tried to mess you up. ❞

❝ 200 years of being buried in a metal tunnel can do that to a person, yeah... ❞

He honestly couldn’t even think how long that would have been, at least several generations but he never saw more than three walking around the cities and settlements, if they were lucky enough to live that long.

❝ Can we head back if you’re done blowing up trees now? ❞

❝ I guess that might be best. ❞ Despite the headache, she at least sounded like the calmer Bethany Deacon was more used to spending his days with.

Getting back up to his feet, he helped Bethany to hers, then got her steady as she rubbed her head to message the pain out of it, or at least an attempt to.

❝ Wait... ❞ She pauses him, pushing him away from an arm’s distance.

❝ What is it? ❞

❝ What are we, anyway? ❞

Taking his shades off the collar of his shirt, he tries to place them back on his face but not before Bethany takes him by the wrist and stops him from trying to cover up the truth.

Knowing very well he was caught and forced to speak on something as closely related to the truth as possible, the agent bit the inside of his cheek before answering. ❝ You’re my problem. And I guess I gotta stick around to take care of that. ❞

Releasing his wrist, telling him in gestures to finish placing his glasses to cover his eyes, it was the only decent answer she was going to get. And, in truth, she probably couldn’t handle another answer other than that.

❝ Please do, I hear she’s an honest to goodness mess. ❞

❝ Call me the Janitor, I suppose. ❞

#*my writing #ch: deacon #ch: danse #ch: preston #ch: linda

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