#Cait remember learning how to play from her mother

[bananaproved]

Random Vi hc is that she is really good at chess and other similar strategy games. She learned as a kid from Benzo and ended up being better at it than him or Ekko or Vander. Now she plays with Caitlyn because it help both of them relax.

[modernmessydisaster]

Pre-Arcane S2 Act 2 Thoughts

With hours away until it drops, gonna list all my predictions & wishes. Hopefully, I get at least one or two right.

Ep 4, Obviously, a Jinx centered episode. But it's more so the effects of what Jinx did in Ep 3. The people of Zaun rallying behind her, wearing her colors & fighting back.

Jinx has been absent since the attack, probably watching after Vi and trying to figure out where she goes from here. How to finish herself off or something similar :(

It isn't until Sevika convinces her, especially finding out Isha got arrested & taken to Stillwater with the rest of her "followers". That Jinx finally takes up the role she's been given by Zaun, their hero.

Probably other parts of the episode, back n forth. How Cait is doing as Commander, the people of Piltover looking to her as guidance. Strict curfews, large number of enforcers & noxus soldiers patrolling. The once shiny Piltover looks empty of life and dreary. Muted, darker colors. Maybe at some points, Cait sees reason and slowly letting go of her anger/grief BUT Ambessa stops that and fuels Cait's vengeance again.

Leading to the mass arrest of Jinx's followers, probably calling Jinx a hero sent Cait over the edge a bit without Ambessa in her ear. Either way, Jinx comes and saves them. It's a whole big show! Which in the eyes of Piltover, a huge failure on Cait. Which probably shakes their trust in her, until Ambessa smooths it over. By declaring that an army of enforcers & noxus soldiers will march down into Zaun and finally bring it's people to justice. Maybe this is the start of Cait realizing she's wrong, Ambessa is using her, but it's too late.

Her mother & Vi's words haunt her now, at the choices she's made.

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Ep 5, hmmm I wanna say a Vi centered episode. What she was doing in the timeskip. Underground fighting, her trauma & grief. Girl is going through it. Maybe we will see flashbacks to her time with Vander & her parents.

Honestly, don't know where this episode would go. Maybe more hints & build up of Viktor's cult in the background. Some Zaun people hating her for being an ex-Enforcer and her part in unleashing the Grey. I wanna say this is the episode where the Warwick/Vander fight happens. Perhaps this episode near the end lines up with Ep 4, timeline wise.

As in Vi, fighting for Zaun again. Going to help the breakout at Stillwater. Probably wanting to make it her final stance, her grave. But Singed unleashed Warwick/Vander at Stillwater. Vi goes to fight him, with help from Jinx later. OR Jinx was almost going to die going against Warwick/Vander and Vi jumps into the fight to save her/die doing what Vander told her, "protect/take care of Powder."

Basically Vi pouring out all her emotions into this fight. Flashbacks with "Remember Me" playing and Warwick/Vander seeing Vi's familiar fight style, Jinx's yells. He starts remembering, just the faces of his children. His own flashbacks with each kid, Vi being the last. Her child version overlapping who she is bow as an adult. Warwick/Vander letting out an anguish howl and trying to say Vi's name in a distorted voice.

Alternative thought, just struck me.

Ep 4, is about Jinx & Vi, combining what I wrote about each. I'm not about to rewrite this whole thing

Ep 5, being about Jayce/Ekko/Viktor/Mel. More so Mel & the Black Roses. Her journey in whatever maguc prison they put her into paralleling Jayce's own journey in the Hexcore/Arcane Time/Dimension Magic? Ekko, idk if he got separated from Jayce. Instead having his own journey in that Time Magic Fuckery with Heimerdinger.

Probably both groups seeing the danger of this Arcane corruption, one in the past, and one in the future.

Either way, all three groups break out. Mel goes to stop & get answers from her Mother. After learning everything she could from the Black Roses after defeating whoever was holding her. Awakening her own powers. Ekko going to save Zaun, and Jayce going to stop & save Viktor.

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Ep 6, I feel like the episode will start with Viktor & his cult. Seeing how much it's grown during the time skip. Long haired Viktor, but while he should be happy. Idk maybe there is an unease brewing in Viktor, especially how weird his followers/hexcore Sky hallucination act. With tales of his miracles spreading, wouldn't be surprised if Ambessa tried making a deal with Viktor or something similar to have that magic on her side.

Viktor's cult has been in the background for Ep 4 & 5. So yeah, finally seeing what is going on with him. Probably eldritch horrors he can't comprehend and that disguise themselves as Sky, but can't or won't anyone. Since their influence & power is growing. Probably soon, they are going to do a ritual, maybe sacrifice of the followers to unleash something.

Viktor slowly realizing this. Adding in that with Ambessa's ruthless attacks on Zaun. Almost everyone has migrated to the lower levels where Viktor & his cult are. So when Ambessa attacks as we see in the trailer. Viktor & his followers are gonna be caught up in it.

Maybe Viktor & his followers will join the fight for Zaun, maybe the Hexcore/Void? Uses this opposite to do something? Honestly do not know, again all speculation.

Probably WRONG on everything here, but it was fun to theorize.

Lastly, quick things I want to happen in Act 2.

JINX & VIKTOR MEETING, they gotta at least have a conversation! Something something of Jinx commenting that Viktor isn't the only one who has hallucinations & hears voice. OR at least a long glance at each other

ISHA NOT DYING, I refuse to believe she's gonna die. Maybe almost dying, but Jinx saving her, thus how she lost her braids.

Slico hallucinations & voices being supportive

Jinx kicking Noxus soldiers ass especially with her own hextech/magic.

Mel having magic because she was touch/blessed by Kindred in the womb. Which unknown to her, is how she kept escaping death. Essentially, Mel is the lamb, fox, snd wolf. Death's champion.

Viktor & Singed meeting again.

Probably Maddie dying or her being horrified by her actions OR Maddie isn't horrified by her actions but CAIT IS

Steb, quitting the enforcers, starts a chain event of other enforcers quitting cause this is all going too far. Probably later, Cait asking him & others for help to stop Ambessa

Now to prepare myself to what an emotional mess I'll be in a few hours:

[sgiandubh]

Whereabouts

Instead of hijacking @wildfernflower's excellent reblog of this post (https://www.tumblr.com/bat-cat-reader/728749633773404160/cait-looks-hot-happy-and-content-both-her?source=share), I decided to write my own.

But first, I have to quote @wildfernflower, because she is damn right:

'There is a lot of time in his life, far away from his socials, filled with stuff we'll never know about. People read his post one day, learn what he's currently doing or where he currently is (or rather where he wants people to think he is), they're impatiently waiting for the next post that comes e.g. in 2 or 3 days, and have an illusion nothing happened in between. They put these posts one after another on a fictious Sam’s timeline they create in their minds. In reality, these 2-3 days in between is a significant time gap, yet it miraculously disappears.'

You might find me insolent, but: this whereabouts obsession is one of the original sins of this fandom. Where are they right now? And with whom? Alone? Together? When did he/she went online last time, in which time zone and to do exactly what?

Let's face it: we wouldn't do that with our best friends IRL, perhaps and I would not do that with SO or my child(ren) if I had that privilege, which I don't. I remember my mother calling me at 7AM on a Sunday with that question and I also remember my very insolent answer - she understood very quickly it was not a good idea and never tried it again. So while I can see why this online timelines game was cute at the start, I can't, for the life of me, understand why it still apparently is a big deal and why some keep on playing it on behalf of two strangers? Especially when they know, by now, everything he posts is either a) advertising of his own projects and b) latergrams and also that she was never an enthusiastic poster (oh, yes: the banter - that is, I am afraid, long over, now).

This is the surest way to feed a never ending obsessive cycle and this is way above and beyond fandom behavior. This is also why I think timelines always have an agenda, especially when they pretend to explain a context in all its complexity, to a very thirsty and easily bored audience.

Take for example what Miss Marple called The Zanzibar Saga. At least fifty pages of multimedia content, with an almost frame-by-frame découpage and the proper identification of about 20% of the people on that damn boat. All of this in order to cover events that probably unfolded in the space of eight to ten hours tops of a single day.

In which world is this normal and in which legal system is this not stalking? Why is this happening: to feed the Fandom Beast or to further discredit a B-list actor, allowing all sorts of innuendoes, among which the a) high-functioning alcoholic, b) cheap womanizer and c) closeted gay are all 'possible', depending on each faction's (not fraction, Geachte mevrouw: that's algebra) POV? How is that evidence of anything else than an inordinate, obsessive and somewhat worrisome interest for that person?

This is OL. Not The Truman Show:

PS: In case you wonder, I will always stand up if what I consider to be red lines are being crossed, no matter who the person (cast or blogger) is. Yesterday/early morning today (timezones) it happened again and while I admit my reaction was uncharacteristically strong, so was the troll's message.

Next time, it could be anyone of us. Think about it. And next time, I will stand up again in solidarity, no matter who you are or what your shipper/believer take on SC is. And no, I do not expect anyone to do the same for me. It's not how these things work.

[crimsxnheart]

Wait is that… HAILEE STEINFELD? No, it can’t be, it’s just CAITLYN TAYLOR, a 25/150+ year old WEREWOLF-VAMPIRE HYBRID. SHE is the ADOPTED DAUGHTER of KEELIN + FREYA. SHE is LAID-BACK + ADAPTABLE but can also be SARCASTIC + IMPULSIVE and classifies HERSELF as BISEXUAL. SHE is hiding that SHE WAS FORCED TO KILL HER FIANCÉ AND WAS ON THE RUN, but I wonder how long that will stay hidden in Mystic Falls and New Orleans.

BASICS

Full Name: Caitlyn Jamie Taylor

Nicknames: Cait, CJ

Age: Twenty-Five / 150+ years old

Birthdate: October 31st

Gender, Pronouns: Cis Female, She/Her

Birthplace: Los Angeles, California

Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana

Occupation: Mechanic at the Auto Shop

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship status: Single

Positive traits: Loyal, Adaptable, Charming, Laid-Back and Confident

Negative traits: Stubborn, Sarcastic, Bold, Unforgiving, & Impulsive

PINTEREST ♤ PLAYLIST

ABOUT

tw: mention of deaths/killing !!

both her birth parents had belonged to a pack that resides in los angeles, which was also where she was born

she knew she had the werewolf gene in her as well, being taught through her childhood what the perks and curses were of being a moon child 

caitlyn triggered her curse at the age of fourteen when she was playing around with her human friend in her home and accidentally pushed her off the stairs, resulting in the other’s death

she doesn’t remember who had attacked and turned her but when she woke up, she realized the differences that something had changed and thus became a hybrid

a strong and evil witch had eventually found caitlyn, just when she was engaged to a human man who had loved her for who she was, using his life as leverage to make caitlyn do whatever she asked of her before forcing/using a spell on cait to kill him with her own hands

to this day she still can’t forget him and always keeps the engagement ring that he gave her as a necklace

after meeting freya and keelin in new orleans, they adopted her despite her age, to help her with her internal struggles of being a hybrid and through them she learned what family really meant

has a thing for fixing cars and car races

depending on her mood, she either likes to wear more feminine or masculine attire (like suits, jogging pants, etc.)

goes regularly to the gym and also hanging out at the bar as it’s her way of relieve the stress

before being trapped in the spell, she used to travel around a lot

her wolf form

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

one and off relationship / the one she cant truly let go of 

flirtationship 

brother from another mother aka best male friend

sister from another mister aka best female friend

exes / (former) friends with benefits

good friends

frenemies

former schoolmates / roommates

party buddies

[rovingpixels]

Hey! Damn Instagram! I’m going to start cross-posting here. 

They leave the theatre and walk in silence a few blocks to a little storefront restaurant. They order big sandwiches after hearing the young man in the play describe one. When they're alone, Noah peers intently at her.

"Are you mad?"

"What? No! Why would you think that?"

"You're so quiet and you didn't want me to hug you at the theatre."

"It wasn't that! It's just...." She sighs deeply. "Maybe they set things right and Robbie and Caithleen got to spend their lives together. Or maybe they got together after all that, when they were older. Maybe he rescues her from the asylum and finally takes her home. Either way, they have to be together. I couldn't stand it if they weren't." 

He smiles. "I knew you'd like it! I thought you would since it was based on a book, you being a bookworm and all."

"Aw, I didn't think you knew that." Since they didn't get to spend a lot of ordinary, everyday time together, she feels they still have a lot to learn about each other. "And I don't know that I *like* it. It broke my heart!"

"Kid!" He reaches across the table for her hands.

"There was just so much life in it. I'm like Robbie. I don't know what I remember of my mother and what I know only because I've been told, you know?"

He nods.

"And haven't I been saying how grand an ordinary, everyday life could be for us?" She says 'grand' with a trill of the tongue like the girl in the play.

"I don't disagree with you at all, Chels. I just have to be with you and my day's made."

She smiles. "Then where will you take me in your car, Mr. Finney? What would a day look like?"

"Well, I'm taking you to Sulani in a couple weeks."

"That doesn't count!" She laughs but then turns serious.

"Where will you put me, Noah?" she asks quietly. The characters in the play had talked about putting their lost loved ones in a setting they'd enjoy, of keeping them there as a way not to dwell on their loss too much.

"Dammit, Chelsea."

"Think of me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset." That felt nice to her.

"And how do you know I won't go first?" She can hear anger rising in his voice. Why does she feel the need to poke him like this? "Where will you put me?"

The tables turned leaves her in stunned silence. She's never imagined losing him. The thought horrifies her.

"Exactly." He's made his point. "Can you stop dwelling on...that, when we have a life to live together?"

She wants the dinner over now, she aches to climb into his lap, to kiss him passionately. But the sandwiches arrive. 

It feels decadent to be drinking this earthy red wine alongside a sandwich but the food is well made in all its aspects, too: a crusty bread, crisp lettuce, the funk of the cheese, the salt of the roast beef on her tongue. 

"Do you know what I wonder?"

He looks at her. She likes how he pays attention. Not everyone does, especially since she's aged up. Most people don't now.

"I know the girl had a problem with time shifts – oh, and that makes me wonder if Sarah has heard of this play...."

"Do you want her to see it? I can look into getting tickets again. It's up a few more weeks."

"That's very sweet, but she's such a hermit. We never see her. I doubt she'd come out for it. No, what I was wondering first, beyond the time shifts which might have landed Cait in the asylum was her sexual...interest."

"Oh?"

"Well, in the past, a woman wasn't allowed to show as much interest in sex as a man, even if she felt it."

"That's a damn shame."

"It is and it's not a joke, Noah."

"I'm not joking." 

"I just wondered if she got nabbed for the asylum because of the things she experienced, time-wise, or because of the disapproval of her perfectly healthy sexual appetite by a society that couldn't tolerate it." 

"I was under the impression that she chose to go on her own."

"Because society made her feel unhealthy." 

"I think you've found your new cause, kid." 

The waitress comes to take their plates and asks, "Can I get you any dessert?"

They exchange goofy grins. "No...." Chelsea says.

"We've got it at home," Noah confirms.

[fallout4treasures]

I’m bored. Here are my actor choices for a Fallout 4 movie.

I don’t think it’s everyone, but it still took me all day.

I tried to keep them in a rough order of appearance.

Also, I based Nate and Nora off of the games’ preset. However, if I were actually casting a movie, I would just have open auditions. But anyway, here we go.

Nate:

Milo Ventimiglia

It was between him and Jensen Ackles. But honestly, I already had my Nora choice in my heart and I could just see Milo and her running to the vault in a panic together. If that’s not enough I saw Nate in him instantly. The widowed soldier desperately looking for his son in the annihilated future. Plagued with nightmares, but he would still stay warm and uplifting. Milo + Jumpsuit + Dogmeat = Yes, please.

Nora:

Anne Hathaway

Anything I say about her won’t do her justice. First off, she’s easily one of the most talented actors of all time. From the Princess Diaries to Les Miserables, she has proved time and time again that she can be anyone she wants to. Could she be a full-of-life but grief ridden mother, making new friends and enemies while shooting her way through the Commonwealth to find her kidnapped child? In her fucking sleep. Plus her presence would be plenty strong enough to stand up to any of the rest of our star studded, “would-be” cast.

Codsworth & all the Mr. Handy bots(voice):

Tim Curry 

I just want to see it, I have no other excuse.

Conrad Kellogg:

Christopher Meloni

I kept wanting to go with Jeffery Dean Morgan, but I just didn’t think I could learn to hate that face the way I hate Kellogg’s. But then once I thought of Christopher there was no other choice. He can do the voice and the terrifying, non-emotional thing with no issue. (His character seriously got to me in Handmaid’s Tale.) But he could also be relatable enough to actually feel for Kellogg while diving through his memories. 

Preston Garvey:

John Boyega

I had definitely forgotten about John when I was browsing through. My husband and I actually discussed him versus Donald Glover for awhile. In the end we decided that Boyega’s Preston would have a stronger stoic side as well as the fun loving friend. I think he would effortlessly display Preston’s disappointment in the Minutemen, as well as his survivor’s guilt.

Sturges:

Chris Pratt

This part is way too small for Chris nowadays, but I really think he could fall into Sturges’ carefree 50’s mechanic vibe. Plus I could see him throwing in a new sarcastic side to him that could be fun. If not, then I think he would still take him on perfectly, line for line.

Mama Murphy:

Helen Mirren

She’s powerful. She’s gorgeous. I would almost be afraid she would steal from anyone else on screen with her. And yet, it’s the surreal power that’s needed to make Mama Murphy a real life character. So there ya go. 

Paladin Danse:

John Krasinski

Have you seen him in Jack Ryan? I really think he could embody Danse, heart and soul. From his hardened and serious outsides to his soft, broken, and vulnerable insides. He would play the soldier with so much heart, and would probably have us sobbing when he struggles over his new identity. (Me being in love with both of them has absolutely nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.) Plus him in a flight suit. Nuff said.

Piper Wright:

Kat Dennings

First off, she’s freaking gorgeous. Second, I think Piper’s fiery personality would fit her like a glove. Plus she would take on the role of Nat’s big sister perfectly. If you’ve seen her in Thor then you already know she makes an excellent side-kick and adds some great comic relief.  

Mayor McDonough:

Alec Baldwin

I jumped around a lot with this one. I even considered people like James Spader and Jack Nicholson (too old, I know). But then I remembered Alec’s ability to lay on the cheeeeeese. I have no doubt he could handle McDonough’s suspicious but seemingly normal character, and transitioning into his manic and desperate attempt to stay alive. Plus, he would nail his “I am not a synth!” speech, finding the perfect balance of creepy and welcoming.

Ellie Perkins:

Ellie Kemper

She has an adorable, scrappy, and loving personality that glows every time she’s on screen. I don’t think I’ve seen her in anything serious, personally, but I bet she’d be up for the challenge. Especially to fill the role for someone cute and spunky like Ellie. 

Nick Valentine:

Liev Schreiber

I really, really struggled with this one. Obviously CGI and other special effects would have to happen no matter what, but whoever I chose still had to have those serious eyes, warm and friendly smile, and that old Boston gumshoe voice. Cue Liev. He’s probably a touch young, but if we’re already using CGI anyway so who cares.

Elder Arthur Maxson:

Tom Hardy

I don’t even feel the need to explain myself here. Venom. That’s all I’ll say.

X6-88: 

Michael B. Jordan

As sweet as his smile is, I feel like the minute Jordan pulls on a stone cold look, blood would drain the face of whoever was playing opposite of him. However he would easily be able to add the oddly comforting touch X6 has when he watches over the Sole Survivor. 

Desdemona:

Laura Prepon

Her commanding and sexy vibe in everything she plays is absolutely perfect. At least for me. She’s a bit young, but I think it would be easy enough to age her up. She would naturally become the leader of the Railroad, and would totally scare the piss out of everyone in her way.

Deacon:

Ryan Alosio 

Yep, the man himself. He’s got the look, the charisma, and he can obviously do Deac’s iconic voice. Don’t fix what’s not broken. If you’re not convinced, watch this very impressive reel of his. Or do it anyway because DAMN. It was shameful how quickly I fell in love. 

https://www.imdb.com/video/vi3911957785?ref_=nmvi_vi_imdb_1

Tinker Tom:

Anthony Mackie

Tom has a whole lot of energy to keep up with. I pushed him off to one of the last ones I chose because he is just so unique, and I actually needed my husband’s opinion. We finally settled on the talented and energetic Anthony. He’s goofy, absolutely lovable, and would probably have way too much fun playing into the crazy conspiracy bits.

Father(Old Man Shaun):

Gary Oldman

I feel bad not giving this brilliant actor a bigger role. His chameleon ability could land him almost anything here, but his soft but strong voice is literally perfect for Father’s. Just age him up a bit and he’ll melt into the role like with everything he doeswewse. He would make the reunion with Shaun 1000x more intense and emotional, and I could see him almost convincing all of us to join the Institute. I mean, it’s Gary fucking Oldman.

(Side Quest Characters)

John Hancock:

James Franco 

I actually couldn’t believe I hadn’t put this together before. I’m starting to wonder if Hancock was actually written for James. Super chill, but not scared to get shit done. Including taking care of Finn in the most casual and Godfather way possible within the first few moments of meeting him. Then afterward he would take some chems with Sole and talk about life for awhile. I’m totally okay with this idea.

Robert MacCready:

James Marsden 

I’ll be honest, I have never played with MacCready before. I had to watch some videos to get a feel for it but in the end I feel like I found a solid choice. I know he’s “pretty” but throw on some scruff, dirt, and a green cap and he’s there. Think Westworld.

Cait:

Karen Gillan

Cait can kick my ass any day, and that’s how I feel about Karen. They are both just so breathtakingly badass. Any sole survivor would struggle to keep from lusting after her, and then caring deeply as they worked through her drug addiction. 

Curie:

Mélanie Laurent

Both Curie and Melanie are just innocently stunning and can light up a room with a smile. Curie would be especially difficult because not only is she gorgeous, but she’s almost always the smartest one in the room, but I think Melanie could do her justice.

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So there is our very expensive cast list!

There’s a lot here that I feel on the fence about but this was still a lot of fun to do. I’m sure there are other actors that I have forgotten that could take on these characters too, so let me know what you would have done differently!

[honeybleds-blog]

(  𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧  𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢  .  𝐜𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞  .  𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐢𝐦  .  )    /    CLIFFORD  “  CLIFF  ”  RUSSELL  has  been  with  the  group  for  two  years  and  is  currently  doing  their  part  in  the  community  as  a  member  of  the  leader  council  .  while  here  ,  the  forty  four  year  old  has  created  the  reputation  of  being  cynical  &  adamant  ,  but  can  also  be  known  as  adaptable  &  benevolent  .  in  a  sticky  situation  ,  they  will  resort  to  flight  mode  and  their  current  weapon  is  a  silenced  pistol  .

                            pinterest  .    &    connections  .    &    playlist  .

hello  !  i’m  cait  ,  one  of  your  friendly  neighborhood  admins  !  this  group  ?  god  ...  you  have  no  idea  how  long  this  baby  has  been  existing  in  limbo  .  and  i  could  not  be  ...  more  grateful  to  have  so  many  of  you  with  us  .  *casper  vc*  can  i  keep  you  ?  before  i  burst  into  tears  like  the  baby  i  am  ,  let’s  play  get  to  know  cliff  !  

BASIC INFORMATION  .

FULL  NAME  :  clifford  earl  russell  .

MEANING  :  lives  near  the  ford  by  the  cliff  .  (  ????  )

NICKNAME(S)  :  cliff,  russell,  etc  .

BIRTH DATE  :  january  10th  .

AGE  :  forty  four  .

ZODIAC  :  capricorn  .

GENDER  :  cis  male  .

PRONOUNS  :  he  /  him  .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION  :  heteroromantic  .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION  :  heterosexual  .

NATIONALITY  :  american  .

ETHNICITY  :  caucasian  .

ACCENT  :  slight  southern  drawl  ,  usually  does  a  good  job  at  hiding  it  .

CURRENT LOCATION  :  woodbridge  safe  zone  .

OCCUPATION  :  member  of  the  leader  council  .

OCCUPATION  BEFORE  OUTBREAK  :  english  college  professor  &  failed  author  .

LIVING CONDITIONS  :  lives  in  one  of  the  apartments  in  the  apartment  complex  with  his  daughter  .

FACE  CLAIM  :  john  krasinski  .

BACKGROUND  .

BIRTH PLACE  :  monroe  ,  louisiana  .  

HOMETOWN  :  athens  ,  ohio  .

SOCIAL CLASS  :  middle  .

EDUCATION LEVEL  :  college  graduate  .

FATHER  :  earl  russell  ,  deceased  .

MOTHER  :  marielle  russell  ,  deceased  .

SIBLING(S)  :  lawrence  russell  ,  deceased  .  faye  russell  ,  missing  .

BIRTH ORDER  :  clifford  ,  lawrence  ,  faye  .

CHILDREN  :  evangeline  ‘  evie  ’  russell  .

PET(S)  :  none  anymore  .  had  a  dog  ,  toby  ,  while  his  daughter  was  growing  up  .

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS  :  dawn  russell  ,  wife  &  mother  of  evie  ,  deceased  .

ARRESTS?  :  none  .

PRISON TIME?  :  none  .

SKILLS & ABILITIES  .

PHYSICAL STRENGTH  :  moderate  .

OFFENSE  :  moderate  .

DEFENSE  :  strong  .

SPEED  :  moderate  .

INTELLIGENCE  :  moderate  .

ACCURACY  :  strong  .

AGILITY  :  weak  .

STAMINA  :  moderate  .

TEAMWORK  :  weak  .

TALENTS  :  hand  eye  coordination  ,  fluent  in  asl  ,  public  speaking  .

SHORTCOMINGS  :  crowds  ,  inability  to  deal  with  failure  ,  making  friends  .

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN  :  english  (  fluent  )  ,  american  sign  language  (  fluent  )  ,  can  translate  spanish  .

DRIVE?  :  yes  .

JUMP-STAR A CAR?  :  no  .

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?  :  yes  .

RIDE A BICYCLE?  :  yes  .

SWIM?  :  yes  .

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?  :  yes  ,  trumpet  .

PLAY CHESS?  :  yes  .

BRAID HAIR?  :  no  .

TIE A TIE?  :  yes  .

PICK A LOCK?  :  no  .

TIMELINE . 

was  born  in  monroe  ,  louisiana  to  earl  and  marielle  russell  .  had  a  younger  brother  ,  lawrence  ,  and  a  younger  sister  ,  faye  .  they  had  a  decently  normal  life  --  cliff  would  go  fishing  and  hunting  with  his  father  on  the  weekends  ,  against  his  own  desires  ,  while  doing  well  in  school  during  the  week  .  he  was  always  a  fan  of  stories  ...  telling  them  ,  writing  them  ,  making  them  up  .  even  listening  to  new  stories  from  people  he  didn’t  know  .  always  a  curious  boy  ,  he  had  dreams  of  learning  the  world’s  best  stories  .  in  his  mind  ,  that  was  through  books  .

he  had  a  decent  amount  of  friends  ,  but  was  always  more  of  a  loner  .  used  to  have  an  intense  fear  of  crowds  .  while  he  still  doesn’t  like  them  in  present  time  ,  it’s  not  so  much  of  a  fear  anymore  .  his  time  would  rather  be  spent  alone  and  with  a  pile  of  books  than  anything  else  .

received  a  marching  band  scholarship  from  ohio  university  ,  where  he  decided  to  go  to  college  .  yes  ,  cliff  was  in  marching  band  .  he  hated  it  ,  but  once  he  started  freshman  year  of  high  school  he  never  stopped  .  he  majored  in  english  and  actually  ended  up  teaching  at  the  school  after  a  failed  career  .

met  the  love  of  his  life  in  college  .  her  name  was  dawn  and  she  worked  at  the  on  campus  coffee  shop  ,  a  place  cliff  spent  most  of  his  time  .  she  memorized  his  order  and  he  memorized  those  beautiful  brown  eyes  of  hers  .  he  also  began  to  learn  american  sign  language  ,  as  dawn  was  deaf  .  for  a  while  ,  they  communicated  through  index  cards  ,  even  with  cliff  learned  she  could  read  lips  quite  fluently  .  eventually  ,  cliff  surprised  her  with  what  he’d  learned  and  they  had  a  full  conversation  with  signing  .  funnily  enough  ,  dawn  was  the  one  to  ask  out  cliff  first  .  he  said  yes  ,  obviously  .  two  years  later  ,  they  married  .  the  year  after  that  came  their  first  and  only  child  .

cliff  had  hesitations  about  becoming  a  father  .  he  didn’t  know  if  he  was  fit  for  the  role  .  the  minute  he  held  his  daughter  in  his  arms  ,  though  ...  she  became  the  center  of  his  world  .  it  hasn’t  changed  since  .

his  first  year  out  of  college  was  a  whirlwind  .  dawn  had  encouraged  him  to  publish  a  book  he’d  been  working  on  for  years  .  though  he  originally  had  trouble  finding  a  publisher  ,  once  it  hit  the  shelves  ,  the  book  practically  flew  off  of  them  .  it  was  a  best  seller  in  no  time  .  once  time  passed  and  it  left  the  best  seller’s  list  ,  nothing  cliff  wrote  was  ever  close  to  the  success  of  his  first  novel  .  it  was  a  sci  fi  book  and  the  rest  of  his  were  other  genres  .  even  the  sequel  did  poorly  .  almost  going  bankrupt  and  losing  hope  ,  cliff  took  a  teaching  position  at  his  old  college  .

though  he  thought  he’d  be  miserable  ,  he  honestly  loved  his  job  .  the  hours  weren’t  incredibly  demanding  and  the  pay  was  decent  .  besides  ,  his  students  understood  his  own  interests  and  he  was  able  to  help  many  of  them  with  their  future  careers  .  he  felt  as  if  he  had  a  purpose  again  .  it  was  ten  years  of  bliss  ...  and  then  the  apocalypse  hit  .

okay  ,  so  it  wasn’t  total  bliss  .  cliff  was  burnt  out  at  his  job  and  his  marriage  was  another  thing  that  began  to  fail  .  he  loved  his  wife  but  things  weren’t  as  they  once  were  .  they  had  both  changed  .  in  fact  ,  the  divorce  papers  had  been  signed  when  the  news  of  a  virus  outbreak  happened  .  cliff  didn’t  think  much  of  it  ,  until  pictures  of  the  deceased  began  to  surface  .  he  was  skeptic  ,  but  still  didn’t  believe  it  could  be  an  actual  zombie  apocalypse  .  only  when  one  of  their  neighbors  was  bitten  did  they  learn  the  true  extent  of  the  situation  .  not  knowing  what  to  do  or  where  to  go  ,  cliff  and  his  family  stayed  exactly  where  they  were  .  that  is  ,  until  they  completely  ran  out  of  supplies  .  a  few  months  later  ,  they  packed  their  bags  and  left  .

they  went  south  and  found  themselves  in  kentucky  for  nearly  an  entire  year  .  dawn’s  parents  had  still  been  alive  and  so  they’d  set  off  to  find  them  .  while  they  never  found  them  ,  they  did  find  a  community  .  a  safe  zone  with  a  dozen  families  just  like  them  ,  surviving  the  only  way  they  knew  how  .  it  was  an  abandoned  school  stocked  with  supplies  for  months  .  they  stayed  as  long  as  the  group  lasted  ,  until  zombies  invaded  .  cliff  ,  dawn  and  evie  escaped  without  a  scratch  .  that  was  ,  until  the  next  day  when  they’d  taken  shelter  in  a  nearby  home  that  dawn  revealed  that  hadn’t  been  the  case  .

she’d  been  bitten  on  her  shoulder  with  no  way  to  amputate  the  infection  ...  even  though  after  twenty  four  hours  there  wouldn’t  have  been  hope  regardless  .  without  informing  their  daughter  ,  they  spent  her  last  night  together  ,  playing  board  games  and  talking  about  the  past  .  it  was  only  when  they  realized  their  time  was  up  that  they  told  evie  what  had  to  happen  .  cliff  refused  to  have  her  in  the  room  but  did  let  her  have  her  own  personal  goodbye  .  it  took  him  hours  to  finally  get  the  courage  to  bid  his  wife  goodbye  .  

cliff  wouldn’t  speak  for  weeks  .  when  communicating  with  his  daughter  or  anyone  else  ,  he  would  sign  .  part  of  him  didn’t  intend  on  ever  speaking  again  .  in  fact  ,  when  they’d  eventually  found  themselves  in  virginia  ,  knocking  on  the  gates  of  an  unfamiliar  community  ,  he  wouldn’t  talk  .  evie  was  the  one  who  had  to  explain  and  convince  the  group  they  wanted  to  join  .  when  he  finally  spoke  ,  people  were  stunned  .  many  thought  he  couldn’t  and  others  thought  he  never  would  .  he’d  forgotten  his  own  voice  . 

in  the  beginning  ,  he  was  a  gardener  ,  content  on  harvesting  and  tending  to  crops  in  his  own  isolation  .  about  a  month  later  ,  one  of  the  leaders  was  bitten  after  going  on  an  important  supply  run  .  he  chose  cliff  as  the  one  to  take  his  position  ,  not  taking  no  for  an  answer  .  cliff  didn’t  want  the  job  but  grew  into  what  was  chosen  for  him  .  since  then  ,  he  rarely  signs  .  he’s  more  outspoken  and  willing  to  communicate  .  cliff  has  taken  his  responsibilities  and  made  them  his  own  .  he’s  found  a  purpose  again  .  maybe  that’s  all  he  really  wanted  .

PERSONALITY  .

usually  level  headed  and  rational  ,  though  can  lose  his  temper  under  pressure  depending  on  the  situation  .  will  choose  to  go  around  the  mountain  rather  than  climb  it  .  there’s  always  another  route  ,  another  way  to  survive  .  you  run  from  the  horde  ,  never  through  it  .  no  human  is  ever  left  behind  if  he  can  help  it  .  he  will  do  what  he  can  to  save  others  ,  but  doesn’t  have  a  death  wish  .  cliff  always  needs  to  return  to  his  daughter  .

he’s  working  on  his  people  skills  ...  the  ones  he  doesn’t  really  have  .  cliff  is  quiet  and  keeps  to  himself  ,  aside  from  his  duties  as  a  leader  .  he’s  doing  his  best  on  reaching  out  and  speaking  to  people  .  cliff  loves  being  at  the  rooftop  garden  ,  the  place  a  calming  memory  .  he  is  the  overhead  of  the  gardeners  ,  taking  count  of  what  needs  to  be  harvested  ,  when  it  needs  to  be  harvested  and  making  sure  the  garden  is  running  smoothly  .

doesn’t  like  making  decisions  without  consulting  other  leaders  ,  despite  how  small  they  may  be  .  as  awful  as  he  is  at  teamwork  ,  he’s  putting  the  effort  in  .  he  can’t  afford  to  make  a  misstep  and  be  forced  out  of  woodbridge  .  he’s  trying  to  remember  what  it’s  like  to  live  ,  not  just  survive  ,  but  he  can’t  do  that  if  he’s  worried  about  leaving  the  safe  zone  .

DO  NOT  .  MENTION  .  HIS  DEAD  WIFE  .  it  probably  spread  like  wildfire  once  he  and  evie  arrived  in  woodbridge  ,  so  now  it’s  a  known  thing  .  has  probably  knocked  someone  on  their  ass  for  having  asked  .

CONNECTIONS  .

close  bonds  .  these  would  probably  be  fellow  leaders  /  gardeners  that  cliff  has  talked  to  most  within  his  time  in  the  community  .  even  when  he  used  to  rarely  talk  ,  they  got  along  well  .  maybe  they  even  preferred  when  cliff  wouldn’t  talk  .

friendly  companions  .  not  that  close  ,  but  nice  enough  to  each  other  .  will  wave  if  they  pass  each  other  in  the  community  .  maybe  cliff  has  said  like  two  words  to  them  or  ten  .  maybe  he’s  even  asked  how  their  day  is  once  or  twice  .

enemies  .  people  who  disagree  with  cliff  being  a  leader  or  just  don’t  like  him  for  either  reasons  or  none  at  all  .  maybe  they  don’t  think  he’s  aggressive  enough  or  has  the  right  skills  .  maybe  they  just  didn’t  get  off  on  the  right  foot  and  it’s  always  been  sour  .  maybe  your  muse  is  a  loose  cannon  ,  something  cliff  hates  .

before  the  community  .  has  your  character  ever  been  to  louisiana  or  ohio  ?  maybe  they  know  cliff  from  back  when  he  wasn’t  such  a  grump  !  bonus  points  if  they  knew  each  other  during  his  college  years  and  they  asked  where  dawn  was  when  they  met  up  again  .

one  night  stand  .  cliff  is  ...  incredibly  emotionally  stunted  after  everything  he’s  been  through  .  it’s  been  so  long  since  he’s  been  with  someone  ,  the  last  person  having  been  his  dead  wife  ,  so  this  would  probably  be  something  impulsive  while  he  was  maybe  tipsy  .  he  enjoyed  feeling  something  again  ,  but  doesn’t  have  any  desire  to  let  it  go  any  further  .  

apartment  neighbors  .  cliff  and  evie  live  in  one  of  the  apartments  in  the  apartment  complex  .  they’re  usually  quiet  and  cliff  only  ever  goes  home  to  sleep  (  or  hide  from  people  )  so  they  wouldn’t  be  a  bother  .  maybe  it’s  just  something  normal  they  bond  over  and  tease  each  other  about  the  weather  or  the  morning  paper  .  something  light  .  cliff  needs  that  .

people  he  wants  to  shoot  .  stay  away  from  his  daughter  .  she’s  too  pure  for  this  world  and  he’s  already  done  enough  damage  .  he’ll  fuck  you  up  if  you  contribute  to  that  .  

this  is  long  .  my  deepest  apologies  .  please  like  this  if  you’d  like  to  plot  !  i’ll  probably  message  you  on  discord  but  if  you’d  prefer  to  plot  on  tumblr  just  let  me  know  !  

[haledamage]

Character Interview: Kira

@queen-scribbles, @rannadylin, and @thewildmother all said I should do more and I didn’t need much encouragement at all, so here we are :D I’m tagging all three of you back because you have great OCs and I want to know more about them! (borrowed the extra questions from @risualto because they’re good questions and it bugged me that the numbers weren’t matching up. consider yourself tagged again too, darling <3)

I went with Kira this time, since Cait asked for her specifically, and I’ll have Cait’s up soon! (naming a character after my friend (sort of) definitely didn’t make that sentence confusing oops)

name ➔ Detective Kira Grace Kingston. I’d prefer if you just call me Kira, but some of my friends prefer to refer to me by title instead, so you can do that too if you’d like.

are you single ➔ yes. Have been for a long time, in fact.

are you happy ➔ yes, for the most part. Life can get a bit… hectic, sometimes, especially in my line of work, but I have good friends, a good relationship with my mum, a job I’m proud of, and enough money to keep my car running… mostly. Can’t ask for much more.

are you angry ➔ Sometimes. I don’t get angry easily, except… well, except when Adam’s involved. Just between you and me, I think he does it on purpose.

are your parents still married ➔  I… no. My father died when I was little. I don’t really remember him. But Mum took it really hard. She’s never really moved on from it.

NINE FACTS

birth place ➔ I was born in Wayhaven. I’ve lived here my whole life.

hair colour ➔ dark brown

eye colour ➔ also brown. Nothing fancy, I’m afraid.

birthday ➔ 28 April

mood ➔ an interesting combination of content and overwhelmed. There’s a lot of big changes happening in my life right now, but they mostly herald good things. I hope. I’m optimistic about the direction my life is headed.

color scheme ➔ black, mostly. I know it’s boring, but I like it, okay? I also like wintergreen, dark blue, and ice blue... but still mostly black

gender ➔ Female.

summer or winter ➔ summer. My favorite season is actually autumn, but I like summer better than winter. I don’t care much for snow.

morning or afternoon ➔ hmm… afternoon. Mornings can be kind of hectic.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ no. but I… let’s just say that I'm open to the possibility and that there’s... potential for it. I guess we’ll see.

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ no, but I think you can connect to someone at first sight and that connection can lead to love. Sometimes you just meet someone and you… you just know. That they’ll be an important part of your life in some way. I don’t think it’s the same as love at first sight, but it’s something.

who ended your last relationship ➔ I did. Should’ve done it sooner. Fuck him.

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I don’t think so. I can only think of one situation where I could have, and well… I don’t think he has one.

are you afraid of commitments ➔ no. I’m… cautious, but not afraid of them.

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. My mum, at the very least.

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ I think I have one right now, actually. He isn’t very good at secrets. (she looks out toward the main room of the police department, where you see a young man will light blond hair playing games on his phone) I’m still trying to figure out how to let him down easy.

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ like wanting something you couldn’t have? I... maybe. that’s a very loaded question, I think. I’ll just say... not broken, exactly, but it hurts sometimes

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ love. Lust is great, loads of fun, but love is… it’s a warm fire when the whole world is cold.

lemonade or iced tea ➔ iced tea. Tea in any capacity.

cats or dogs ➔ I wish I had time for a pet. I would love to have a cat.

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ a few best friends. I’ve never had very many friends, and the ones I do have I hold very dear.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in. I’m not much for going out. I don’t have much of an eye for romance though, either.

day or night ➔ night. My closest friends are… well, let’s just say they’re night owls. I’ve been learning to be as well.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ nope. I’ve never snuck out. If I want to go out, I just go. As long as I tell Mum where I am, she doesn’t mind.

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ fallen down a fire escape once. Only a few steps, but I think it counts. Banged my shin on one of the ladder rungs, that hurt for days after.

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ No. Yes. I… does it count if you don’t know what it is you’re wanting? Like you’ve got an empty space in your soul and you don’t know how to fill it up? Because I feel like that sometimes.

wanted to disappear ➔ no. sometimes I wish I could be a little less observed, but never so much so that I’d like to disappear

been involved in a fight you thought you couldn’t win ➔ yes. Some days I’m still surprised we won. We got lucky. (she rubs at her neck, fingers tracing along a pale scar there) Very lucky.

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ eyes. Window to the soul, innit?

shorter or taller ➔ taller. Not that shorter is a deal-breaker or anything, but… yeah, I like tall.

intelligence or attraction ➔ intelligence. Though I feel like that doesn’t just mean book smarts. Emotional intelligence, or tactical or social intelligence are also very good things. And all very attractive, since we’re on the subject.

hook-up or relationship ➔ relationship. Nothing wrong with hook-ups. I just tend to prefer something longer term, if I go for either at all.

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ My mother and I have always been very close. Closer now that we’re working together, even if she is kind of my boss now. I don’t really have any other family. It’s always just been Mum and me.

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ I don’t think I do, actually. It probably looks like it from the outside, what with the… Agency business, but in my mind that just keeps things from getting boring.

have you ever ran away from home ➔ no. Why would I need to? And for that matter, where would I go?

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ no, again. On the rare--very rare--occasion that Mum and I have fought, we talk it out. We’re sensible women and not really prone to dramatics

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ no. I don’t have the patience to pretend to be friends with someone I hate

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ yes. Some of them are kind of assholes sometimes, but that’s part of their charm, innit? It doesn’t affect how good of friends they are

who is your best friend ➔ Tina, probably. She’s certainly my oldest friend, and we’ve been through a lot together. Sometimes she’s the only thing sane and normal in my life. But also… (she glances around, as if to make sure you don’t have an audience) Felix. Sometimes I feel like I’ve known him forever. It was just… instant, you know what I mean? Don’t tell him I said that. He’s got enough of an ego without my help.

who knows everything about you ➔ Mum. She knows what it’s like to be stuck between two worlds like I am. She’s the only one that really does, I think. Six months ago, I would have said Tina, too, but… there’s things these days that I can’t tell her. I wish I could. I hope someday I can.

[agentmarymargaretskitz]

The Secret Life of Schrodinger

Happy super belated birthday to @incendiaglacies. We have such epic AUs and you are literally Gideon and I am a terrible friend for taking so long on this. But I figured you would enjoy our favorite little kitty in the Roommates verse!

It’s been too long since I wrote for this verse. Enjoy our favorite kitty and his nicknames for everyone!

AO3

              Schrodinger purred happily in his sleep. He was currently dreaming about rain battering the windows of the apartment. His eyes widened as fish suddenly began to fall from the sky too. With a mew, Schrodinger began to paw at the window. They looked so tasty!

A loud blaring noise brought him out of his slumber before the blanket nearly shifted him onto the floor. Schrodinger protested, paws scrambling to hold on to anything as Mommy Prime reached out and grabbed her phone to stop the rude sound.

“Ugh,” she moaned, blinking her eyes open to see him hanging onto the blanket. “Aw, Schrodinger.”

              Mommy Prime sat up and pulled him away from the treacherous ledge. Schrodinger meowed in thanks as she flopped down onto her pillow with him on her stomach. She mumbled something about wanting it to be the weekend. Schrodinger didn’t blame her. The weekend was the best time because all his mommies were home.

              Soon, loud music started playing through the wall, signifying Playing Mommy was now awake. Mommy Prime groaned and pushed him down gently so she could get up. She and the other three mommies had to get ready for their jobs. He had come to notice an awful lot of work went into being a human. Being a cat was much easier.

              At least it was easier now. A few days after he’d opened his eyes, he’d been put in a cardboard box with his other siblings. One by one, they had all been taken except for him. Then one rainy day, Mommy Prime had found him with Playing Mommy. That’s why she was Mommy Prime. She had found him first. The other three were mommies with names of what they did best with him.

              As Mommy Prime kept getting ready for her day, Schrodinger slipped out of the room and padded towards the kitchen. Playing Mommy was making her way to the bathroom and stop to scratch him behind the ears. He circled her legs once before dashing into the kitchen where Cuddle Mommy was waiting by the coffee pot. When she saw him, a smile lit up her face.

“Morning, Schrodinger,” she cooed, picking him up. “How are you?”

He mewed that he was good and a little hungry as she stroked his fur and scratched his ears. When she hit the tickle spot, he wiggled a little and purred loudly. All his mommies gave him good cuddles, but Cuddle Mommy gave him the best ones.

Food Mommy stumbled into the kitchen, stretching out her arms and yawning. “Morning, Lily.”

“Morning, Gideon,” Cuddle Mommy smiled as she set Schrodinger down on the floor. “Coffee’s almost ready.”

“Yes,” Food Mommy sighed, bending down to the floor. “Did she feed you yet, Schrodinger?”

“I’ve been up ten minutes,” Cuddle Mommy groaned as a song started playing faintly. “Hang on, that’s my phone.”

He and Food Mommy watched as she ran back to her room, a small crash soon following. The cat winced a little.

“No sense in waiting,” Food Mommy shrugged as she went to go get his food.

              Once she had given him breakfast, Food Mommy poured herself a cup of coffee and put a pan on the stove. She got an egg out of the fridge and moved over to her open laptop. Schrodinger eyed the stove, hoping that she’d remember it soon. More than once, she had started a fire and he’d been scooped up as they evacuated the building.

Just as the pan started to smell funny, Playing Mommy skidded into the kitchen. “Gideon!”

“Wha- oh,” Food Mommy’s face fell as Playing Mommy turned the stove down. “Whoops.”

“You can make toast and that’s it,” Mommy Prime lectured, now coming into the room. “Remember?”

“I’m going to sign up for a cooking class later,” Food Mommy pouted as she put the bread in. “I’ll make something without causing a fire or it tasting like soap and prove you all wrong.”

“Okay, Gideon.”

Cuddle Mommy reentered. “Is the coffee ready yet?”

“Yes, here you go, Lily.”

“Thanks, Cait,” Cuddle Mommy took a long sip from the mug Mommy Prime offered her. “Okay, now I’m a little more ready for the day.”

Playing Mommy took the egg from Food Mommy and cracked it in the pan. “Who was that on the phone?”

“Ray. He was asking if there was anything he needed to bring tonight.”

“Just what we told him,” Food Mommy answered. “Everyone has their stuff. All he needs to do is get here on time.”

Cuddle Mommy nodded and pulled out her phone to text him a reply. Schrodinger ate a bit of his breakfast as he watched them run around to get ready for work. Food Mommy had everything of hers in order. Playing Mommy nearly forgot her tablet before she left. Meanwhile, Cuddle Mommy and Mommy Prime were nearly late leaving for work when the former couldn’t find where her notes she’d made the previous night were. But eventually, they all made their way out of the apartment.

Now it was just him.

~~~

              For a few hours, Schrodinger basked in the morning sun. The windows in Cuddle Mommy’s room were the best for sunbathing before noon. When he didn’t feel like laying around, he found one of his toys and started chasing it through the apartment. Tiny Human had given it to him for Christmas, a very kind gesture. Schrodinger hoped he’d come by with Beardy Human and visit soon.

              It was maybe noon when he decided to go and pay his friends a visit. There was a window in Mommy Prime’s room that was always cracked open on sunny days leading out to an old fire escape ladder. Schrodinger sauntered into her room, delighted to see it was open a bit. Jumping onto the ledge, he moved the window up enough so he could squeeze out onto the escape. As long as he got back before the mommies came home, he could go wherever he wanted on this side of the building.

              He bounded up the steps up to the fire escape just above the one he’d come out on. Schrodinger leaped onto the garden box and started batting at the top of the open window. Inside, a tabby cat hanging over the sofa lifted her head. She yowled to the other cat in the apartment before bounding over to the window.

“Hey, Cleo,” he greeted as she settled on the table by the window.

“Schrodinger,” she purred. “How are things downstairs?”

“My mommies are good. How’s your human?”

“He had another bad date,” the other cat who lived there said as he padded up to the window. Apparently, his name was supposed to be a pun, but Schrodinger didn’t understand what was so funny about Ted Meowen.

Schrodinger pouted. “That’s sad. I hope he finds someone like my mommies did.”

“But none of your mommies are with anyone, are they?” reminded Cleo.

“They won’t say it, but I know they will be.”

Ted stretched out. “Well, hopefully our Gary finds one too. He’s a nice human.”

“Yeah, he’s always kind when he catches me up here.”

“Except you need to be careful of the window box,” Cleo warned him. “He still thinks it was one of us who stepped on the basil.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Humans don’t speak cat,” Ted grumbled. “It’s such a flaw. All those languages they can learn and they don’t even bother with cat.”

              For another hour or so, Schrodinger caught up with the two cats since he heard rain was coming the next day from Playing Mommy. He would not likely see them tomorrow since it would be the weekend, so now was the time to get into socializing. When he’d first moved here, he’d spent a week exploring the apartment before realizing there were other cats in the building! Cleo had been the one to venture out of her apartment and find him in his. Ever since then, they’d gone back and forth between their floors, talking about their humans and how hard it was to care for them.

              Conversation wore out eventually between the three of them. Schrodinger bid Cleo and Ted farewell before scampering back down the stairs to his floor. As he landed on the metal, he noticed something on the stairs leading downward before he recognized it. His ears flattened against his head as he hissed at his nemesis.

“Go home, Fang!” he warned.

The other cat looked up at him. “Get off my stairs.”

“They’re not your stairs! They belong to everyone.”

“You better get off, nerd cat.”

Schrodinger laughed. “Or what?”

Fang snarled and started bounding up towards him. Realizing he was in trouble, Schrodinger made a beeline for the open window. With a mighty pounce, he sailed through the open space he’d crawled out of. He stood on his hindquarters and pushed the window back down with all his strength. Fang nearly lost his whiskers when it slammed shut in front of his face.

It wasn’t kind, but Schrodinger stuck his tongue out at Fang. His mothers set the example to be petty. He was just impressionable.

~~~

              Family dinner night was tonight, which meant that his mommies and all their friends would be coming over for dinner. It also meant that Schrodinger would be subjected to watching all his mommies be in denial that they were in love with their friends. At times, it was agonizing. He would rather get into a fight with Fang sometimes. That was how painful it was to watch.

              Cuddle Mommy got home first and Schrodinger made sure to greet her properly. She laughed as he circled around her legs while she tried to get off her shoes. Finally, she picked him up and brought him over to the couch for cuddles. Schrodinger nuzzled her cheek and listened to her babble away about how it felt good to be home, how she’d missed him, and how much there was to do that night.

              Mommy Prime came shortly after her with Fun Human, the one who’d given him his name. They had needed to go back out to pick up something from his apartment, so they had dropped Cuddle Mommy off first apparently. There was still lots of cooking to do for that night, so Cuddle Mommy had to go and pitch in. Schrodinger was sad about that part, because it meant no more cuddles.

              They were all working on getting ingredients together when Playing Mommy waltzed on in with Sneezy Human and Dog Person. When Sneezy Human started sneezing, Mommy Prime told him they had extra allergy medication just for this sort of thing and that Cuddle Mommy would be happy to help him find it. Before she could protest, the two were pushed off to the bathroom to get it. Schrodinger purred as he watched them to go. Maybe they’d finally get together tonight.

              Beardy Human and Tiny Human came in a while later, the former bearing a tray of cupcakes. As soon as Tiny Human came in, Schrodinger bounded up onto the couch so the little one could see him. He squealed and ran towards him while Beardy Human reminded him to say hello to everyone else. Two more humans came in as the others started preparing the meal and Tiny Human played with him. He didn’t see Vet Lady and Coffee Human as often as he saw the other humans, but they usually came with the humans that were a couple.

“Sara and Leonard have their own plans?” Playing Mommy asked them as Schrodinger chased after a ball Tiny Human had thrown.

Coffee Human and Vet Human exchanged a look before the former answered. “Yeah, although we’re expecting Sara to come back with something special tonight.”

“No way!” Sneezy Human, who was a lot less sneezy now that he had dealt with his allergies. “She’s totally going to say yes, right?”

“Of course, they’ve been together for ages,” Cuddle Mommy scoffed as she picked up a pretzel. “That’ll be exciting.”

“Definitely,” agreed Vet Lady. “Anything new with you, Rip?”

“Uncle John’s coming!” Tiny Human piped up, having grown bored waiting for him to come back with the ball. “Right, Daddy?”

“Who’s coming?” inquired Food Mommy, who came in the apartment at that moment holding a stack of mail. Schrodinger took the chance to bound into the room to greet her and curl around her legs.

“An old friend of mine,” Beardy Human explained. “He’s thinking about moving into the city. Interesting guy. A bit of a magician. Although I might have to get out the swear jar for his visit.”

“But weren’t you telling me that Jonas’s first word was…”

“Yes, and I don’t know if I was the one responsible or John.”

Tiny Human frowned. “Daddy, what was my first word?”

Beardy Human’s cheeks reddened as he scratched the back of his neck. “One you weren’t supposed to know.”

“Like the ones you say sometimes and tell me not to repeat?”

Mommy Prime snorted into her glass of water. Dog Human was trying hard not to smile while Beardy Human nodded and put his hand over his face. Food Mommy patted his shoulder.

“Yes, Jonas, it was.”

Schrodinger wondered if it was the bad word Playing Mommy had screamed when the fire alarm woke her up a month ago. Then he remembered that he had left the ball behind when he’d gone to greet Food Mommy. So he went to go and get that so Tiny Human would play with him some more.

~~~

              Eventually, all the humans managed to get their dinner finished and sat down on the couches and chairs to eat. Schrodinger lay down next to Playing Mommy and Vet Lady, leaving now and then to eat from his own bowl. He half-listened to the conversations about the two missing humans and other human things. Playing Mommy began to give him scratches after finishing her meal.

Dog Person got up to go to the bathroom at the end of the meal. Playing Mommy left soon after because she needed to go find something from her room. Fun Human winked at Mommy Prime, who rolled her eyes. Schrodinger didn’t think anything of it.

Then he realized that Playing Mommy was taking a while. Schrodinger climbed to his paws, stretched out, and sauntered in the direction of her room. Her room was mostly tidy, but sometimes it did get a bit out of sorts. Perhaps his eyes would be better to find what she was looking for. Then she would be happy and probably give him more scratches.

“…hear us.”

His ears perked up. That was Playing Mommy’s voice coming from her room.

“We should go back soon. They’ll notice we’re gone.”

That was Dog Person’s voice. Why was he in Playing Mommy’s room though?

“Cisco and Ray are locked in a debate over science fiction, which will drag in Lily and Gideon and eventually Jonas,” Playing Mommy replied. “They won’t notice we’re gone, Oliver.”

“Mmm, you make a very persuasive argument.”

Schrodinger frowned. Why weren’t they with the rest of the group? What were they even doing in Playing Mommy’s room? Family dinner nights always meant everyone had to be together. Mommy Prime said so. Maybe they were bored of the living room? What if Playing Mommy and Dog Person wanted a change of scenery? That was why Schrodinger liked to leave the apartment.

Suddenly, there were strange noises coming from the room. Peeking in, Schrodinger saw them kissing.

Wait a second…he had heard the humans talk about Playing Mommy and Dog Person before. He’d wondered himself why they’re weren’t as coupley as the other humans who weren’t here. But now they were coupley! And Fun Human had recently told Mommy Prime that they should try and set them up. Now there was no need for that! But how could he tell them?

An idea came into his kitty brain. Scampering back to the living room where the humans were still locked in a debate on Star Wars and Star Trek, Schrodinger crept up to where everyone had left their shoes. He picked up one of Dog Person’s shoes in his mouth and began to run towards Playing Mommy’s room. The other humans shouted from behind him. Like he had hoped, they did follow after him all the way into Playing Mommy’s room.

“Schrodinger, come back with Oliver’s shoe!” Sneezy Human called out from behind the door.

The cat dropped the shoe in front of his mommy and Dog Person to make his presence known. Then he swiped at Dog Person’s leg as he kept kissing Playing Mommy when he didn’t get his attention.

“Hey!” Dog Person exclaimed, breaking the kiss.

“Oliver?” came Cuddle Mommy’s voice. “Wait a second…”

The door swung open to reveal the rest of the roommates and their friends. Playing Mommy removed her hands from Dog Person’s shoulders quickly.

Schrodinger sat back and watched things unfold.

Coffee Human blinked. “Felicity? Oliver?”

Playing Mommy blushed. “Uh, hi all.”

“You’re in your room,” stated Cuddle Mommy. “With Oliver. And you had your hands on him.”

“Did I? Well…ah…”

“Are you guys kissing again?” Tiny Human asked them.

“Again?” Fun Human’s eyes lit up. “Are you two finally together?”

They exchanged a look before Dog Person frowned at him. “What do you mean ‘finally’?”

“Well, you two have obviously had an attraction to each other for as long as we’ve known you, Oliver,” Food Mommy explained, as if it was simple. “We were just waiting for you two to wake up and realize it too.”

“And now you have!” Mommy Prime finished brightly. “It’s about time.”

Playing Mommy grinned. “This isn’t our first time getting together. We’ve been dating for a little while.”

Vet Lady raised an eyebrow. “How long is a little while?”

“More than a month.”

Fun Human whooped and turned to Mommy Prime. “I told you that there was something going on two weeks ago and we could give them a push! We could have found out sooner, Cait!”

Mommy Prime heaved a sigh. “Okay, yes, you were right, Cisco. But I’m not going to invade my roommate’s privacy.”

“So you two are together,” Sneezy Human put his hands over his heart. “That’s so sweet. And…sorry for barging in on you two.”

“Well, we do need to rejoin everyone at some point,” Dog Person shrugged, casting a look towards Schrodinger. “Guess it took the cat give us the nudge to get back…and tell you all about us.”

Schrodinger tilted his head smugly as Playing Mommy picked him up.

“You rascal,” she teased, giving him his well-deserved scratches. “Busting us like that. But I forgive you.”

She carried him out of her room with Dog Person and followed the others back to the living room when Coffee Human screeched.

“LOOK!” she squealed, turning around and waving her phone in front of them. “Sara said yes!”

“Leonard proposed?” Beardy Human gaped, getting a nod from Coffee Human. “Oh, they better come to me for a wedding cake.”

“Kendra, let me see!” Food Mommy pleaded. “I need to see it to believe it.”

Coffee Human passed the phone around, drawing out lots of excited noises from the humans.

“Aw, this makes me so happy for them,” Mommy Prime cooed. “I hope I find love like that one day too.”

“Same here,” Food Mommy nodded.

Schrodinger was pretty sure he was the only one who saw her glance at Beardy Human after saying this. He was also the only one to see Beardy Human glance at her after she had looked away.

~~~

              Within two hours, the guests had left the apartment. Beardy Human and Tiny Human had been the last ones to leave. Schrodinger entertained the little boy while his father helped clean up from the dinner. After they left, his mommies began to get ready for bed. Schrodinger bounded onto the couch, tired from the long day. With a yawn, he settled down for the night.

              He didn’t know how long he was asleep for before the footsteps woke him up. The cat climbed up onto the edge of the couch to see Food Mommy entering into the space of the living room and kitchen. She turned on the light and took a seat at the kitchen table for a moment, then opened a cupboard to retrieve a bar of chocolate. When she turned back towards him, Schrodinger saw that she looked sad and a little scared. That wasn’t right at all for her!

“Meow!” he cried out, hurrying over to curl up at her feet. Something had to be wrong with his mommy if she looked like this.

Food Mommy turned her head down to look at him. Alarm shot through the cat when he saw the tears running down her face. Heaving a sigh, she lifted him up in her arms and cuddled him close. Schrodinger let her bury her face in his fur and rubbed his neck against her hair. He didn’t like when any of his mommies were sad. They needed cuddles to not be so sad.

“Oh, Schrodinger,” Food Mommy yawned, lifting her head and setting him on her lap. “I’m glad you’re still awake.”

He mewed as she picked up an envelope and sheet of lined paper. “How do you tell your friends you finally found your father-”

That was hard for sure. Even if he could communicate with her, he wouldn’t know what to say.

“-and that he’s in prison?’

So this was a very human problem he could not solve. He would rather fight Fang.

[yjsangjun-blog]

                       𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 — 𝖇𝖆𝖊𝖐 ‘𝖘𝖆𝖒’ 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖏𝖚𝖓.

hi hello. i’m cait, i’m 25, i go by she/her pronouns and i live in cst! i am a hot mess who loves causing her characters pain & angst…. i also love ruining their lives on a daily basis.

this is my babe sangjun who’s a lil bit messy ( much like most of my characters ) and you can find basic stats / bullet point bio / basic personality info / basic plot ideas & stuff like that for him under the cut! if you want more in depth info message me bc honestly this intro post is … oof !!! it’s also kinda long so lemme apologize for that as well !!!

but i am super excited to be here and i can’t wait to plot with ya’ll & love your babies !!!! if you’d like to plot, please feel free to IM me on here, ask for my discord or like this post & i’ll come to you !!!

tw: mentions of alcohol / alcoholism, drugs / drug abuse, bullying & violence.

                                         BASIC INFO ( PT 1. )

FACECLAIM: min yoongi + suga + rapper. CHARACTER NAME: baek 'sam' sangjun. PRONOUNS: he/him. GENDER: cismale. AGE/BIRTHDAY: twenty-six. + june eleventh. ZODIAC SIGN: gemini. ROOM: haean + 2e.

                                           OTHER INFO

POSITIVE TRAITS: determined, hard-working, charismatic & adventurous. NEGATIVE TRAITS: hedonistic, short-tempered, impulsive & blunt. OCCUPATION: bouncer at club arena / underground fighter. ( future ceo ) SONG THAT DESCRIBES THEM: i'm not sorry - dean. HOW LONG HAVE THEY LIVED AT THE YUJAEN?: six years. FOUR MUSE AESTHETICS: leather jackets, bruised knuckles, blurry evenings, late night snack runs.

                                      BASIC INFO ( PT 2. )

full name: baek sangjun. nickname(s): sam, san, jun. hometown: seoul, south korea current location: yongsa, south korea. ethnicity: korean. nationality: korean. gender: cismale. pronouns: he/him/his. orientation: pansexual. occupation: bouncer / underground fighter. language(s) spoken: korean, english, japanese, spanish, french, chinese.

                                PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: min yoongi. ( suga ) of bts. hair color: frequently changes, currently platinum blonde. eye color: brown with a small hazel ring. height: 5'10". weight: 169. build: athletic. tattoos: he’s got a few stick-n-poke tattoos scattered across his body, though most aren’t visible when he’s wearing clothing. piercings: these, double helix in left ear & tongue.

                                             HEALTH.

physical ailments: alcoholism, allergies, drug abuse, lactose intolerance. neurological conditions: back pain / muscle spasms, carpal tunnel. allergies: shellfish, pollen, mold. sleeping habits: all over the place, usually tosses & turns for a while before falling asleep. rarely gets more than 4-5 hours of sleep a night. eating habits: horrible, relies on fast-food & take-out most of the time. loves 'comfort foods’. exercise habits: goes to the gym at least three times a week, less if he’s been in back-to-back fights. body temperature: hotnatured. addictions: alcohol, tobacco, cannabis, gambling, sex. drug use: frequent. alcohol use: frequent.

                                       PERSONALITY. ( PT 1. )

label: the cataclysmic. positive traits: determined, hard-working, charismatic & adventurous. negative traits: hedonistic, short-tempered, impulsive & blunt. fears: heights, flying, confined spaces, drowning, commitment. hobbies: arcade games, astronomy, billiards, board games, boxing, card games, comic books, cooking, motorcycles, poker, reading, video games, weight training, yoga. habits / quirks: believes in demonic possession, believes in ghosts & spirits, believes in karma, carries a 'lucky’ item with him everywhere, fights for animal rights, fights for gender equality, fights for human rights, fights for the legalization of cannabis, fights for marriage equality, meditates, always has change in his pockets, owns an outrageous amount of shoes, counts stairs, experiences episodes of depression, boxes, collects packs of playing cards, doodles on everything, gardens, loves board games, paints, plays with fire, plays poker, plays video games, randomly wanders around when bored, sings well.

                                               FAVORITES.

season: fall. color(s): army green, black, red, gray. music: all genres, doesn’t care for country. movies: action, comedy, horror, suspense. sport(s): hockey, basketball, baseball. beverage(s): whiskey, soda. food: comfort foods. animal: dogs.

                                                    FAMILY.

father: baek jaejin, sixty, ceo. mother: baek chansook, fifty-four, ceo. sibling(s): younger sibling, nineteen. children: n/a. pet(s): a siamese cat named ramen ( back at home with his parents ), a bengal cat named shiva ( back at home with his parents ) & a seven month old austrailan sheppard puppy named indy ( lives with his sibling. ) family’s financial status: upper class.

                                                   EXTRAS.

mbti: entp-a. ( the debater ) enneagram: type 8. ( the challenger ) temperament: choleric. hogwarts house: slytherin. moral alignment: chaotic neutral. primary vice: wrath. primary virtue: diligence. element: fire.

                                                BIOGRAPHY.

born in seoul, south korea.

parents were very well known ceos, both running very successful corporations.

and of course, they wanted sangjun to follow in their footsteps.

parents were pretty strict and didn’t really allow him to do well.. anything.

however, they did buy him whatever he wanted and spoiled him in that way.

and due to both of those things combined, he started to rebel at a really young age. ( i’m talking like 10 )

so he’d sneak out, graffiti people’s houses and break things and the likes.

never got caught for it, though, knowing that if he did his parents would have kicked him out and probably disowned him for his behavior.

but one of the reasons he never got caught being a rebel was the fact he was bringing straight a’s in school, was always the very top of his class and from his parent’s perspective? he was a model child.

however, he hated that, hated having to live under his parent’s shadows and be this cookie-cutter version of himself they wanted him so desperately to be.

but he played it off, juggling the 'angel’ side of him with the rebellious tendencies that continued to grow worse and worse with each passing year.

god, high school was so different, though. he’d rebel more and more every single day, pushing the limits of getting caught.

however, word got out pretty quickly about just how wealthy his family was and kids started to bully sangjun for it, causing his anger to get the better of him until he lashed out so bad it landed one of those bullies in the hospital for copious amounts of injuries.

of course, his parents were pissed. grounded him for a solid month and in that time, he learned each and every way he could sneak out of his house at night, wandering the streets of seoul at all hours.

one of those nights he happened to run into a group of people who also went to his school, but instead of them bullying him for whatever reason, they commended him on standing up for himself like he had & told him there was a way to let out the pent up aggression that ended up sending a kid to the hospital.

his curiosity was lit up that night, eager to figure out what the hell they were talking about and a few days later, he was introduced to a scene that’d become far more intoxicating that anything he’d ever experienced before.

underground fighting. no rules, no shadows he had to live under, tons of money for each win under his belt? it was the life he never knew he wanted, but the second he got a taste of it, he wanted more.

so those late night strolls turned into him sneaking out of the house only to meet up with his new group of friends, all of which were clad in full black outfits .. traveling to some random person’s basement ( or abandoned buildings of numerous kinds ) only for sangjun to be able to release every single bit of pent up aggression he carried out on some stranger who’d never remember his name.

his parents? they were just as clueless as before, though, sam continuing to excel in school as well as his fights so much so that he found the perfect balance.. learned how to hide the scrapes and bruises from his mother & father all while continuing to be the top of his class.

not to mention he was juggling all of that and his acting career all at once, trying to hide certain things from his parents and the rest of the world because he knew it’d ruin his reputation.

however, due to the amount of stress that sat upon sam’s shoulders on a daily basis, he let himself slip up on his 21st birthday, parents stumbling into his apartment only to catch him drunk & high with a bunch of strangers surrounding him.

it was a moment he’d been scared of his whole life, worried his parents would just disown him right then and there...

but in all honesty? it was the most freeing night of sam’s life.

he didn’t have to pretend to be someone he wasn’t anymore, didn’t have to pretend to be a pure and innocent little thing who never did anything wrong. didn’t have to live up to the high expectations he’d set for himself so many years ago and god, he was hooked.

his parents not disowning him and continuing to pay for everything he wanted only fueling him to continue the downward spiral, living his life to the fullest, doing whatever the hell he wanted to... whenever the hell he wanted to.

                                      PERSONALITY. ( PT 2. )

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, anger and lust.

doesn’t really care to get to know people and had a tendency to push people away before they get too close to him. ( though it’s all a ruse. )

wears glasses to read and mess w computers, but hates them a lot and probably won’t wear them if people are around.

has two different wardrobes, one for when he’s around his parents. that consists of suits & dressy attire. and then one for when he isn’t that consists of ripped jeans, t-shirts, sweats & everything in between.

is …. stubborn as hell and refuses to ask for help with anything.

his motorcycle is literally his baby ??? like he ?? has a problem ??

fluent in a lot of languages, picked them up so that he didn’t need translators at his parents meetings and the likes.

lowkey worried that people will figure out that he’s actually v scared & stressed on the inside because that’ll cause him to start having to deal with his feelings, and he doesn’t wanna do that.

is the biggest flirt you will ever meet?? like if he’s speaking to you… its usually flirty as hell unless it has to do w business ( both his parents & his fights ) or he’s just known you for centuries ?

will try to get everyone to go to bars n parties with him because that’s his life in a nutshell ??

drinks..heavily..  like every night?? it’s a problem tbh.

nerd on the inside though like owns so many comic books, loves to play video games, read books, plays piano.. loves to sketch, paint & the likes.

he cares… god he cares so much about people and the world but he pretends to hate everything because it’s easier than letting people in.

full of horrible and cheesy pick up lines and jokes and frequently texts people said pick up lines and jokes.

owns a book that is full of nothing but blank pages and keeps it on his coffee table because he ‘relates’ to it.

is a highkey hoe but he tries to keep it on the dl ( he fails… miserably. )

super into fitness as it’s a way to keep him away from drinking every evening. ( that doesn’t work for him tho, oof.. )

also has bruised knuckles 24/7 & some other injuries he gets from his fights, plays it off like he’s just clumsy.

anger issues af. needs to get them in check.

actually super kind and caring once you’re able to see get past his wall?? which is really hard tbh but if you’re able to? he’s so loyal and caring it’s unreal.

has a bad habit of smoking whenever he’s stressed out, which is usually all of the time so he smokes…. more than he should ( though he won’t admit to being stressed out,,,,, ever in his life. )

highkey into cuddling and all the cute shit like that but would literally never tell a soul because then they’d see that he isn’t the ‘hardass’ he pretends to be on a daily basis.

is a burnt cupcake who has 'decent’ intentions but has extremely horrible execution skills.

                                                 PLOT IDEAS.

bad influence. ( on your muse. )

best friends.

childhood friend.

competition.

confidant.

cousin.

current hook up(s).

drinking buddies.

drunken hook up.

enemies that used to be friends.

enemies.

exes who ended on bad terms.

flirtationship.

frenemies.

friendly competition.

friends that used to be enemies.

friends with benefits.

good influence. ( on sangjun. )

hate sex.

one night stand(s). ( past & present. )

partner in crime.

party buddies.

past hook up(s).

ride or die.

social media friends.

trouble makers.

unlikely friends.

[frayedcobweb]

WIP Tag Game

I got tagged by the fantastic @knightsofeclipse with this game soooo long ago omg February, and now that I’ve got some brainspace I’m going to be spamming my lovely followers and taglist with all my backed up tag games.

1. When starting something new, how much do you know about the story before you start writing? Some of my wips (Stillcity and The Gathering) have pages of outlining, backstorying, character developing and mapping (just The Gathering for mapping because for Stillcity that’s been kinda difficult lol) before I started actually writing. Other stories, admittedly ones that are being written on as much bad bexminx lol, only have a couple of characters and a setting or something. A wip I think I introduced on here, can’t remember, Insurgence and Thrall, started as a fanfic idea with two characters and a Prince and the Pauper style theme.

2. What draws you to your WIP(s)? Why did you choose to write that/those over anything else? I guess I write what I’d want to read. That’s it. I like rereading my stories (haha even though I get pissed that author doesn’t finish most of them). And sometimes it’s because I feel like I’ve got something different or significant to add to the world... But that feeling comes and goes.

3. Favorite writing spot? Why? Ooooh my stars, I’m so bad with my writing habits. I sit slouched on the couch with my laptop on my knees. A coffee by my side and often a crappy video playing for background noise in half-screen. I can see out the windows and skylights so it still feels like I have a touch of the world around me. I am however working on getting a proper battery for my laptop so I can be more than three feet away from a powerpoint and therefore widen my horizons when I’m writing... Possibly out in the courtyard under the tree. I like that idea.

4. Share your favorite line of what you’ve written so far! I feel like I should totally have a document with lines that make me go ‘Ooooh yeah, that was good!’ I’m going to go with this though...

Even the oldest in Stillcity couldn’t remember the time spoken of only in myth when the land moved in predictable, ordered stateliness after sunset, and uncounted star-turns ago the lands of Tírathrú had gained the name The Undulating Lands or The Mother of Many Faces.

5. If you had to choose one OC to bring to life as an actual person, which one would it be and why? I think Cait from my wip Stillcity. She started as a side character who was going to play a minimal role and now she’s rapidly becoming a linchpin of Book Two. She’s a sarcastic smartass who loves learning... And I bet she could help me sort out some gosh-darn world-building issues I’ve been having because she’s spent her whole life learning about the Undulating Lands.

6. Are you looking to get published? If so, do you hope to make it a career? I’d love to get published and I will one way or another at some point. I’ve self-published a book of poems (something I’ll probably do again before I look like publishing a novel) and that got me the bug of seeing my work in print and watching other people read my stuff. It’s still scary knowing that people I know are reading my work, but it’s exciting scary lol.

7. What’s something you would read but would never write (or the other way around)? Any reason? I love reading political thrillers and mysteries. I’d love to write them too, but I don’t have the twisty, scary-smart brain or the attention span to write something convincingly intrigue-y. I don’t think... Maybe some day...

8. What’s something you are most proud of about your work so far? I love my fight and battle scenes. I’ve been told I do them pretty well and I’m working on admitting that I think I do them well too. Also, I’m proud of my poetry book because it turned out awesome lol. I think I need to work poetry into my wips more Tolkien I’m not, but I like my poetry.

9. Badly describe your WIP(s) in one sentence The Mother is pissed so the earth moves and people fight over still ground and social norms.

10. Why did you want to be a writer? Well it all started (oh yes, I’m going far back) with my Dad being a poet. I’ve loved words from a very young age and a love of reading translated smoothly into the urge to create my own worlds and characters. Sometimes I feel like my words are more real than I am, like I’m just a way for the worlds in my head to become real. It’s funny, I sometimes try and think about the world from the point of view of someone who doesn’t have a thousand stories swirling through their head, a thousand unreal people from a thousand worlds that never existed living inside them... I can’t do it. I can’t imagine what it would be like to not write.

Tagging @marewriteblr @vhum @sheabutterskyes @esoteric-eclectic-eccentric @writingwordsanddrawingpictures @intheeunder@aarrimas @thatchaoticneutraltrainwreck @ivegotfireforaheart-studyrecipe @focusdumbass @cawolters @jaywrites101 @writings-of-a-narwhal @drist-n-dither @inkspilledqueen (if you’re not doing tag games just give me a shout because I’ll be doing a few of these. No pressure to do the game either :) Just tagging you because I like you and feel free to tag me and do it if I missed you I’m so disorganized)

[contemplatingoutlander]

A WALK DOWN SAMCAIT FAUX MEMORY LANE: The Faux Cait and Chrissie theater photo🙄

Certain ES currently are claiming to have a photo that they aren’t posting that supposedly shows Sam and Cait together at a play. At first, certain ES said they wouldn’t share the photo until they cleared something up. Now they are saying they won’t share the photo because the person who has the photo doesn’t want to share it.

I’m always skeptical when I hear that some ES receipt can’t be shared for whatever reason. Maybe this is just a minor delay and they will share the photo soon. But it reminds me of another time when certain ES didn’t want to post a photo for questionable reasons. For those fans who weren’t here in 2015, I thought I’d share this trip down memory lane. 

If nothing else, it should give pause to any ES who thinks their leaders only tell them the truth about what they know regarding Sam and Cait.

Faux Cait and Chrissie at a play: August 8, 2015. This episode was a very big deal at the time because for nearly four months the co-captains of the ship were saying that this photo provided strong support for their belief that Sam and Cait were a serious couple. However, they said they couldn’t post it because the photo was “private.” Their followers just had to “trust” that what they were saying was true.

This eventually led to unrest among some shippers who didn’t have access to the photo. Finally, several months later, one shipper who had seen the photo commented on her blog that the photo was never private and gave some clues to the fandom as to how to find it on Instagram. 

And low and behold when the fandom found the PHOTO they learned it wasn’t private. It was on a public IG account. This was the photo.

Okay. The first thing I remember thinking when I saw the photo was that these shippers must have been desperate for a “receipt” to have combed through some stranger’s photo to try to find evidence that Cait was with Sam when he went to see Everyman in August 2015.

Apparently, they didn’t find Sam and Cait in the audience but they thought they found Cait and Sam’s mother Chrissie:

The co-captains thought this was evidence that Sam and Cait were a serious couple because Cait was at the play with her future “mother-in-law.”

That would have been very sweet if it were true--but it does not appear those women were Cait and Chrissie. 

[See more under the cut about why it wasn’t Cait and Chrissie in the photo.]

First, lots of women have long dark hair or short blonde hair. This was London. This could have been anyone. We cannot make out any features. So to claim this was Cait and Chrissie was bizarre.

Furthermore, the hair of the two women didn’t quite match the women they were supposed to be. Below left is a PHOTO of Cait from 08.22.15, only a couple of weeks after the theater photo. Cait’s hair appears to be shorter than Faux Cait’s hair (although the two photos were taken at different angles so that could account for some of the difference in length).

Above right is a SCREENCAP of Chrissie from the EIFF on 06.17.15. Chrissie in that screencap parted her hair differently than the woman in the theater. So unless, Chrissie change her hair style from June to August, it isn’t Chrissie.

Therefore, besides the fact that we can’t see the women’s facial features, the hair of the two women didn’t quite fit Cait’s and Chrissie’s hair.

But that wasn’t the evidence that made it clear it wasn’t Cait and Chrissie at the theater. You see, the audience photo was posted on August 8th but it appears that Sam attended the play on August 9th (see POST).

Sam tweeted this tweet on the morning of August 10th (the day after he would have seen the play).

Sam’s hashtag “iThinkIHaveASoul” suggests he was extremely excited about the play he had seen the previous day. It is very unlikely, given his level of excitement, that he waited two days to tweet about it. It makes much more sense that he tweeted about it early the next morning.  

And contrary to what ES believed at the time, there was a show on August 9th, according to the National Theatre BROCHURE.

So why on earth would Cait and Chrissie go to see Everyman on August 8th (or maybe August 7th--because the photo was posted on the 8th) but Sam would wait to see the play until August 9th? 

That would be a very unlikely scenario.

My guess is that after the co-captains got very excited about this “receipt” and posted about it, they figured out it was problematic.  So they came up with a reason why they couldn’t post the photo. 

But they didn’t count on  a disgruntled shipper giving a huge hint to the fandom about where the photo could be found--on a very public account.

Of course, this is not the only time something like this happened in Shipperville but this was one of the most memorable times. 

So we will have to wait to find out if we will ever see the photo of Sam and Cait at the play that the ES are discussing now. Given their track record as a group though, I’m not holding my breath.

[sablelab]

Santa Baby - Chapter 8

DISCLAIMER: This nine part story is a Sam and Caitriona fanfic. This is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination.  I do not know the people in my story, nor do I proclaim to know anything about them whatsoever about their status or their life in general.  This is a complete fantasy story concocted from the Christmas song “Santa Baby” which was used as a prompt for my writing.

SYNOPSIS : Sam returns home after a whirlwind Outlander promotional tour to Australia and Japan and catches Caitriona singing in the shower.  She has visions of Sam dressing up as her “Santa Baby” for Christmas and everything that that might entail.   Based on the Christmas song “Santa Baby.” ENJOY!!!

Chapter 1  /  Chapter 2  /  Chapter 3 (S)  /  Chapter 4 (S)  /  

Chapter 5 (NSFW)   /  Chapter 6 (S)  /  Chapter 7 (S)

THANK YOU for reading my Christmas tale of the Heughan family. Please ENJOY the next chapter.

  CHAPTER 8

 12 months later…

A lot had happened in the Heughan household over the past year.  Not only had they settled down in their home in the highlands but they had finished the fourth year of Outlander set on Fraser’s Ridge. In many ways the story paralleled their own. They had been so happy in their home and now that they had their baby daughter life was blissful. Their little ray of sunshine, Isla Claire Heughan was born after a trouble free pregnancy for Caitriona. The birth of their child was the most wonderful thing that had happened to them. They both felt so much overwhelming love for this child conceived in love that they were over the moon that their baby was a girl. She had the most beautiful little chubby face and her hair was a gorgeous auburn colour. There were so many, many parallels in their life to the characters that they were playing in Outlander that it was only right that her middle name be Claire after Caitriona’s alter ego. 

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Wrapped up snugly in a woollen blanket Sam sat by the fire nursing his baby girl in his arms while Eddie rested on the couch purring happily in the warmth from the flames that created a cozy atmosphere in the lounge room. Caitriona was upstairs having some much needed rest and he was doing the night feed for their adorable offspring. Baby Isla had finished her bath and bottle and was now drunk on the taste of her mother’s breast milk. She had a euphoric look on her face that always made Sam smile … she was milk punch drunk.  Her little pudgy face contorted in a blissful milk stupor feeling as she nestled happily in her father’s arms.

Sam loved these bonding times with his daughter so much and relished the chance to talk to his baby girl and kiss her chubby cheeks, to hug her and gently squeeze their little one in his powerful arms. She was the most precious person in his life next to her stunning mother and the love he had for her knew no bounds.

Isla Heughan cooed happily as her father lovingly rubbed her sweet baby cheeks.  At a couple of months old she was just at that stage where she was observant of whom her parents were as she smiled at the man who held her so tenderly. Her little legs pushed against his chest as she rested in his arms gurgling and babbling happily on her full tummy.  Several little bubbles formed on her rosebud lips as she looked lovingly into her father’s mesmerizing eyes while he held her hand and softly spoke to her. She knew her daddy’s voice and her eyes fixated on his face as he spoke to her. She seemed captivated by Sam’s facial expressions while unconsciously learning about emotions and communication with those who loved her. Her father’s voice was soothing but when he blew raspberries on her tummy it made her giggle out loud and Sam laughed when he saw Isla’s adorable gummy grin bow her lips.

“I love you baby girl … so much that my heart swells. I will never let anyone hurt you or make you sad. Your daddy will protect you from all harm and make sure that no one makes you cry. We will go Munro climbing together and mamma can come too and we will show you the world. Your mummy and I love you to the moon and back and then into the universe and beyond.”

Sam tenderly placed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead then picked up the photo album that was lying on his lap to show her pictures taken since she had been born.  Nestling baby Isla so that she could see, he opened up the first page where there were several pictures of their little family.

“This is you Bubba … Daddy is taking you for a walk to the park while mummy had a long, long rest. You love going to the park and seeing all the children playing. Remember when we heard that little sparrow whistling and you laughed and laughed? Oh and we also took you to the SIDS marathon. Daddy pushed your pram with lots of other mummies and daddies there too. Do you like the photo mummy took? “

He looked at his baby adoringly and continued.  “And there’s mummy watching you play with the ball Granny Chrissie gave you and there you are in mummy’s arms. That was soon after you were born. You were the cutest little baby in the hospital… but I’m not biased one little bit … no I’m not.”

Sam dotingly stroked Isla’s chubby little cheek and she in turn answered with a smile that melted his heart all over again.

Turning the page over in the photo album once more he showed Isla photos taken in her Christmas hat and the family photos taken when they took her to meet Santa for the first time.

“Look at you Bubba.  So cute in the little red hat Granda Balfe got for you to wear at Christmas.  We couldn’t wait to see you in it.  Look how pretty you are.  Mummy is wearing a hat and so am I too. That was when we went to see Santa. You were such a good girl, you didn’t even cry.”

Sam held her sleepy eyes with his and showed her another photo. 

“Mummy bought you that Santa Baby T-shirt. She saw it on line and had to get it for you.  Don’t let your mother get you interested in the internet Isla. She spends all her money on line. Naughty mummy, but it has a special meaning for your mumma and me you see.  I knew you would look adorable in it and you are our special little Santa baby, because we love you so, so much. That is Eddie and Lion too. You love little Tiger the lion, he’s very special just like you are Bubba. He’ll keep all of those nasty monsters under your bed away from scaring you.”

Closing the album, Sam tenderly kissed his baby daughter on the cheek but her little eyes had closed and her cupid bowed mouth was smiling as she slept. Leaning down he inhaled the special smell that little babies had and his heart filled with immense unconditional love for their precious little angel.

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Caitriona had been blissfully observing her husband for a little while conversing with their baby daughter. Very quietly she approached where he was sitting on the couch and gently rested her hands on his shoulders kissing her love on the top of his head. 

“What are you doing honey?” she asked.

Sam looked up and saw that Cait was standing behind him in her night robe. He was surprised to see her but since having risen from their bed it was only natural that she had come downstairs to join him and baby Isla. 

“I’m talking to our baby girl darling and showing her the family album.”

Peering over his shoulder at their beautiful daughter she asked, “Did she like the pictures in the album?”

“Aye she did Cait. Isla remembers all of those being taken.”

“How do you know that Sam?”

“She was smiling and cooing and talking to me … that’s how I know.”

“Talking was she? And did she answer you?”

“Of course. She is quite fluent already in baby talk. ”

“Well that makes sense to me hon.”

Her husband was too adorable for words. He was besotted with their baby girl and she smiled at the answers he gave. Caitriona knew that Sam would be a wonderful, hands on father and having watched their interaction she was proven right. He was a fierce Papa Bear and their child meant everything to him. It was also evident that their precious baby was indeed a clever little possum. Cait kissed her husband, then their sleepy daughter in his arms before asking tongue in cheek.

“Does she have a dodgy accent?”

Sam laughed hearing this question on her lips. “Ah, yes. I remember saying that. Her accent is just right … isn’t it Bubba?” he cooed looking into his child’s innocent little face as she slept soundly in his arms   “She can speak Gaelic already and her Scottish accent with a touch of Irish is magnificent. She is the cleverest baby that ever was born.”

“Oh honey … I love you … so much. I totally agree. Our daughter is adorable. Anyone can see that.”

A proud father smiled at Isla and caressed her cheek gently with the pads of his fingers, “We’re not in any way biased are we Cait?”

“No Sam … not at all.  We are no different from any other first time parents; we are enamoured with our child. She is perfect in every way. She is the best of you and the best of me. We created the most perfect human being and we love her with all our hearts.”

“I just told her that babe … I told her how we would protect her, care for her and love her in all the ways that matter.“

Caitriona leaned forward wrapping her arms around her husband’s head and leaning over his shoulder looked at their baby snuggled in her father’s arms. Kissing the side of his cheek, Cait’s next question had a touch of mirth in it. 

“And did you tell her she would go Munro bagging with you.”

“Ahhh … I may have said something along those lines,” he replied a little sheepishly.

“Sam honey, you are incorrigible. I don’t think you will be able to climb those seven mountains in a weekend like you used to with little Isla and return Sunday night … no way will that be possible.”

“There’s no reason why we can’t all go Cait. There are special baby harnesses for climbing and we can do little mountains together.  The fresh air will be good for her.”

“Oh Sam… I do love you. Never change. If you want to go MIA for a weekend Munro climbing, then I will be left holding the baby … but I don’t mind really.“

"I won’t.”

“So are you saying that you are going to be the good cop to my bad cop?”

“You’re a wonderful disciplinarian Caitriona … you know I’m a softie. Isla will be able to wrap me around her little finger, just like she already has her tiny hand wrapped around my heart.”

“Oh, the power of tiny, baby girls over their daddies!”

Sam pulled Cait’s hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, “Yep … I’m a sucker for this little girl who looks just like her beautiful mother.”

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Isla was the cutest, most adorable little cherub and the most placid baby ever to be born. Sam was not stating anything that was not true but she was the most stunning baby there ever was. No bias on his behalf … everyone said so and her mother was the most wonderful mother that she was always meant to be.  He adored Caitriona so much and every time he looked at Isla he saw only a miniature version of her mother. Cait had taken to motherhood like a duck to water like it was second nature to her. His wife was a natural. Having friends with babies the same age they would exchange dialogue about their offspring and the conversations between Laura and Cait were interesting to say the least and Ron had needed to set up a small crèche on set as Cait was still breast feeding and nurturing with their child. He loved watching her feed their baby. It was the most natural and wonderful thing to behold. At times he was a bit jealous of their connection but if Cait expressed her milk he was able to do the night feed and bath and those times were magical and were special bonding times with her daddy.

They had chosen the name Isla because they had found peace and seclusion on the Isle of Islay when they attended the Laphroaig 200 year’s celebrations last year. Their magical night on the island had resonated and the fact that Cait had gone incognito and they managed to have the most wonderful time there, it seemed a beautiful name for their child. They had returned there many times since those celebrations and Caitriona was convinced that Isla was conceived the last time they were there for the weekend and who could argue with their other half. Certainly not he. If Cait said that was where it happened then that is where it happened.

Their last night on Islay had been magical that’s for sure and as he held their daughter on his lap Sam couldn’t help but reflect on Caitriona musings as to Isla’s conception.

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"Penny for your thoughts honey?”

“I was just thinking how wonderful last Christmas was finding out that you were expecting our baby. Caitriona my heart swelled with a joy I couldn’t describe. The feeling was an all encompassing happiness and I was totally in love with this little bean the very moment you said the words.”

“I know Sam, I just couldn’t wait to tell you but I couldn’t over the phone when you were in Australia, I needed to see your reaction. I was so overjoyed and happy it was hard to hold it in. We certainly made everyone happy on Christmas Day with our news.”

“Aye that we did and now we have our gorgeous little cherub.  It is going to be a wonderful first Christmas this year.”

“Why don’t you put Isla back down in her crib honey?  I’ll be up in a moment. I’ll tidy up here first and then join you.”

Okay,” he smiled back placing a kiss to her lips.  It’s been a long day and Isla threw up on me so I need to wash off the baby vomit smell before I join you in bed.”

“Have a quick shower then, that should do the trick.”

Sam leaned into her space capturing Caitriona’s chin in his palm and staring into her eyes softly stroked his wife’s face with the backs of his fingers, “I think I will. Don’t be too long honey … you still need to rest.”

Cupping her hand over her husband’s and pressing it firmly to her face, Cait replied, “No … No you go on up. I’ll be there shortly.”

Sam’s eyebrow lifted as he gave his wife a little teasing smirk, “I’ll be … in the shower then, after I put Isla down.”

His blue eyes sparkled with mischief, unashamedly communicating that he didn’t expect to be alone for long. “You’ll know where I am if you decide to join me.”

He rose from the couch with their baby daughter cradled gently in his arms and made his way towards the staircase.  As he neared the stairs, Sam looked up and saw the mistletoe and signs that Caitriona had promised to put up this year. He smiled knowing what happened every time they were near those signs. 

“Cait … I’m under those mistletoe signs. Come over here and I’ll give you a wee kiss.”

“You know it won’t be a wee kiss Sam. It never is.”

“Yes it will … I’m holding Isla, what mischief could I possibly get up to?”

“Hmmm? … A lot.”

“Come over here then darling and we’ll put that to the test … or are you too chicken Balfe?”

“Never let it be said that I ignored a challenge Heughan,” Caitriona replied walking over to where her husband stood grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Their lips gently met and Cait felt her knees begin to buckle as Sam systematically deepened the kiss. Her response was to automatically wrap her arms around her husband’s waist as they kissed passionately while both cocooning their child in an embrace close to their hearts.

A little breathless, when they severed the kiss, Caitriona rested her forehead on Sam’s as she gazed into his sparkling eyes. “See … I knew that would happen.”

“Bite me then … I confess, I’m a liar.”

“I just might do that …”

Sam merely smiled enigmatically as he broke away and reluctantly headed towards the stairs. “I’ll be eagerly waiting for that payback. Don’t be too long, honey,” he called to his love as he retreated up the stairs with a sleeping baby daughter in his arms.

“I won’t. That’s a promise.”

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A little flustered Caitriona sat back down on the couch and waited a short while until she could hear sounds coming from their bathroom. The noise of an electric shaver echoed down the stairs and then she heard the sound of running water from the shower. The next sound she heard was Sam singing off tune to Michael Buble’s version of Santa Baby.  This made her chuckle as she thought of what had happened last year round about the same time, when Sam had come home and found her singing that very same song.

Santa baby, slip a Rolex under the tree For me I’ve been an awful good guy Santa buddy, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Knowing she had a small window of opportunity, Cait got up from the couch and hurriedly went up after him her eyes luminous with mischievous intent and biting her bottom lip in excitement.  She had planned to do something special for her husband to remember what had happened last Christmas Eve when Sam had pretended to be Santa Baby and she’d bought the CD for him as an early Christmas present.  He’d laughed when he saw what the song was that she had given him, but there was also an underlying eroticism in the eyes that were remembering what had occurred last year.  She had waited her moment over the past few days and given that it was Christmas Eve, it was her turn to turn the tables on her husband. The fact that Sam was singing the same song made Caitriona think he knew exactly what her motives were and was indulging her fantasies once more.

Having finished his quick shower, Sam was whistling along to the words of the song.  Steam had, as usual, fogged up the bathroom somewhat and he had playfully written his and Cait’s initials in a heart shape on to the mirror as he took another towel to dry his wet hair.

Santa buddy, a sixty five convertible too Steel blue I’ll wait up for you, dude Santa buddy, and hurry down the chimney tonight

On entering the bathroom Caitriona saw Sam wrapped in a large bath towel tucked into his waist that clung to his hips.  The sight of him left her quite breathless and transfixed to the spot where she stood. Her man was gloriously half naked standing there in his towel. The room was steamy but the sight of her husband draped in the towel with his dampened hair in riotous curls had her all in a tizz. Cait watched as some droplets of water trickled down his magnificent muscular back. She couldn’t take her eyes from watching the path of the rivulets as they disappeared into the rim of the towel caressing Sam’s hips. She watched as his back muscles flexed, and the sight of his chiselled torso and toned arms had her in a flabbergasted flummox.

Caitriona found it difficult to breathe.

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Think of all the fun I’ve missed Think of all the hotties that I haven’t kissed Next year I could be just as good If you check off my Christmas list

Sam immediately sensed that his wife had entered the bathroom even though he had not heard Caitriona’s soft footfalls on the tiles. He knew she was there but he hadn’t bothered to look her way and had kept humming along to Michael Buble. Feeling her presence in the bathroom was good enough so he decided to clandestinely play along pretending he was oblivious to her existence.  Lifting up his arms Sam ran his hands through his damp locks trying to tame them a little, but not with much success. As he did so the muscles of his back contracted and Caitriona was mesmerised by the magnificent torso of her hot, semi naked husband.

He’d felt her gaze as surely as if his beloved had touched him with her hands.

Cait’s eyes, washed over the man she adored, taking in the sight of him possessively. Trembling, she inched forward until she was practically standing behind her husband, then reaching out her hand she lazily traced her fingertips down his spine. She felt the ripples of his muscles contracting in reaction to her touch and she was thrilled knowing that this small gesture always caused the same effect. 

“What took you so long honey?”  Sam inquired huskily as ever so slowly; he turned around piercing his wife’s gaze with a look that had her nearly expiring on the spot.

Capturing Caitriona’s hand, he placed it to his chest right over his heart.  As he did so Sam was gobsmacked at the vision that was standing in front of him. His eyes roamed over her from head to toe for his beautiful wife was dressed in her Christmas version of Mrs Claus. She looked smoking hot with a shimmering body suit corset that clung to all her womanly curves and laced all the way down her back, just begging to be taken off slowly and meticulously. The Santa hat atop her head was the piece de resistance. His Cait looked sultry, sexy as hell and so delectable she made him salivate.

With seductive glances Caitriona’s eyes looked down and then back up to see her husband’s sparkling eyes examining her with a smirk on his lips. Sam was very pleased with himself. However, as their eyes reconnected his look suddenly changed. He captured her gaze with eyes blazing with arousal and burning desire in such a profound look that her insides melted. She could see that he was already somewhat aroused under that towel as his eyes glided over her body in her provocative outfit.

For her … time stood still with that look, and memories of last year’s Santa performance by her love suddenly came flashing back to her.  Cait wondered if she could possibly emulate his routine, for her insides were churning both with excitement and trepidation.

“I like your outfit babe … Did you have that on under your robe downstairs?”

“I did.”

“Oh, my god Caitriona!  If I had known that I would have put Isla in her downstairs bassinette and made love to you in front of the fire.”

“I was afraid of that … so…”

Sam finished her sentence, “You sent me up here to clean up knowing you intended to have your wicked way with me.”

“Well?  Maybe?”

“God I adore you woman. Come here.”

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[pinkletterday]

Okay so the Flash tag was very misleading. This wasn't the best 100th episode they could have done but it was the sweetest.

Don't get me wrong, none of that painfully contrived plot made a lick of sense, starting with being so blasé about going back in time when its pretty much the golden rule for them to not do that anymore (and er. Did Hunter Solomon just get Time Wraithed five episodes too early? What?) Nora not knowing Eobard killed her grandmother what in fuck and the whole thing about popping up the same day S2 Barry did (I know it was supposed to be all tense and menacing but I was giggling so hard. Someone should write a fic about various Barry Allens interrupting Thawne's work day to heckle him into fixing more and more shit. "Hi. My name is Barry Allen. You killed my mother. How do I fix the plumbing in STAR Labs? Bitch.")

AND FOR GOD'S SAKE WHY DID THEY KEEP VOLUNTEERING THAWNE INFORMATION.

After all that, the plan didn't even work.

BUT OH MY GOD I LOVED KILLER FROST. She is the most badass bitch and I can tell DP has a blast playing her. Train her up and send her against Cicada for real, cause that fight I would watch.

I loved seeing Eowells with Cisco and Caitlin, I loved revisiting all those milestone moments through Nora's eyes, and my God this episode was 75 % the tour de force that is Tom Cavanaugh. He nailled every scene - the suave menace of pre-series Eowells, the barely contained malice of S1 Eowells, the frenetic single-minded, almost callous version of Harry we first met and (sigh) Sherloque. Who somehow managed to be so distinct from the other personas that I didn't even think to compare his absurdity to the groundedness of Harry and Eowells. Cavanaugh's direction was also beautiful and seamless, even with all the recycled shots.

I didn't even mind missing Iris as much as I would have - she was always there somehow, maybe because of Nora. Mama Flash trying her hardest not to be the closed off woman who holds her daughter back, encouraging her husband to do the same. And then stepping back and letting them do their thing, trusting them to come back home to her.

Seeing her shooting Savitar to save Barry, seeing her be the one to hold and comfort him before they were ever together and then watching them so young and innocent waiting in the crowd during the pilot really encapsulated their journey together (thank god Eddie wasn't in this. Nothing against the character, I just hate that he existed at all). Iris has always been Barry's secret hope through his whole life. During the Zoom episode they were still tentatively trying to find a new footing between feelings that could not yet be spoken and the entirety of S3 was spent in terror that fate would still rip her away. Now they're rock solid and their daughter is right there next to Barry, the promise and realization of everything he had ever hoped for him and Iris.

I love Iris and Westallen, but The Flash has always been Barry Allen's story first. Taking his daughter through the journey of all his mistakes and defeats instead of his victories was such an aching, vulnerable choice. I'm not perfect, I've never been the man you think I was, I have made so many mistakes and been hurt so badly and all I have learned from it is how much I cannot change, no matter how powerful I become, no matter how much I love. It was the moment when he went from "father" to "Barry Allen" in Nora's eyes; when she started to see him as a person first. I understand and I still want to know you. Still love you. It was the most heartaching moment. And such a shock for Nora to realize that they both know the trauma of losing a parent, such a terrible connection to share.

Nora visiting her grandparents killed me. The Allens so young and happy and whole, not knowing their lives are about to be ripped apart in moments. Barry simply turning up at her side, almost casually, guessing she'd go there because he does the same thing. The quiet, sad resignation in his eyes when he says "every day." He has had to experience and accept Nora's own nightmare, that nothing she does will change her family's fate. How many times has he time travelled just to see his parents like this, knowing he could change it but also knowing the price of doing so is too great? His family in front of him, flesh and blood and alive, but still only ghosts he can never touch nor save?

But then Nora's there, again the living reminder of all that he stands to gain, all that of himself and his loves that will continue. Nora carries Barry's mother and father in her blood, Iris and Joe, and the legacy of his own life. And she's there, smiling at him, pulling him out of the past into the future.

Barry is still young, but he's aged beyond his years. The non-linear confusion of his life doesn't help him advance in stages. He's twenty-five and shaped by a vendetta ten years into the future, he's twenty seven and faced with himself a thousand years old and warped, he's watched every timeline unfold in the Speed Force till his mind broke apart, and now he's the father of a young woman he's never yet held as a baby and still loves with all his heart because she is his. It's such a surreal dissonance of age and identity when Nora calls him "old man". For a moment, he remembers that he's still young, and young enough to be hilariously offended by it.

I'm not going to touch on the Nora-working-with-Thawne "reveal" because we've seen that coming from the first. Instead I want to gush about Jessica Parker Kennedy. You guys, this woman is incredible. She was the sweetest, most precious thing this episode, the perfect audience surrogate. She has killed every scene she's in so far this season, so much so that her calling Barry and Iris "Mom and Dad" has never seemed weird, her love and connection to them has never seemed untrue, keeping her character so emotionally balanced right where she needs to sell it that we don't think overmuch about her bizarre age situation (2049? Really?). I don't know why this fandom doesn't appreciate her more, especially the Westallen fandom. Nora is literally the legacy of the show and of Barry and Iris's love. I cannot imagine anyone other than Jessica doing it so much justice.

Special notes:

- I wish we had more Golden Trio moments. Barry, Cait and Cisco's friendship was the lynchpin of the first two seasons and its disintegration in the third season is something that still hasn't been healed. SHOW ME BARRY'S CARE AND LOVE FOR CAITLIN SNOW. SHOW ME BARRY'S LOVE FOR CISCO.

- I am always torn between appreciating what this show wants to tell me and frustration of how badly it's usually told. Nora seeing Iris being Barry's comfort and support during one of his worst moments before they were ever together should have been heartwarming. But instead of showing a sweet, silent moment where Barry is allowed to curl up in her lap while she holds him in the aftermath of a traumatic experience, we see her pushing him to get up again before he even changes out of his suit. It made the scene seem so forced and contrived. Sometimes it's like the writers only know the theory of how humans work.

- It stood out to me again how embedded Cisco is in the emotional narrative of this show. It's Barry's story but Cisco's universe, his presence is vital, ubiquitous, pervasive. Seeing him innocent and sweet and vulnerable with Eowells, craving his approval, and then seeing him face down Cicada as a confident full-fledged superhero (are my baby's hands healed now?) was so satisfying. His character arc has been so amazing and consistent through four seasons of shoddy and uneven writing. He is literally the Samwise to Barry's Frodo and the fact that we havent heard stories of Uncle Cisco from Nora is a farce.

- I know fandom jumped on "at least you still have one" as a reference to Donovan's existence but I'm wondering if it's a reference to Thawne's own daughter Melonie. Did she still marry Don in his future or was she erased?

- I like that Eowells touched on the fact that Savitar was actually Barry. It gets persistently glossed over, that while Barry can't be held responsible for his future self, it was very much still him. I hate that Savitar was our Barry because the fact that any version of him could ever kill Iris is such a fundamental betrayal of his character, but jeez, if you're going to put it out there at least explore the ramfications of that concept in full.

- I missed Jesse L. Martin so much. I had really hoped we could have at least gotten five minutes of recycled footage of him.

- Also missed my cinnabun Cecile, and I want to see Iris interacting with her new sister! I need her to hold Jenna trying to imagine what Nora will feel like in her arms. I want Wally to be delighted at having a sibling he can watch grow up. GIVE ME MY WEST FAMILY DAMN IT.

- I still want my vow renewal (will literally kill someone for it at this point, preferably Guggy. No one will miss him) but that last iconic porch scene with the Allens is a compromise I can live with.

All in all, not the best 100th episode we could have gotten but very far from the worst.

[companionhell]

Fo4 companions hold their and soles kid for the first time (bonus points if synth Shaun gets to hold them too) (double bonus points if u include the name the companions pick and the gender of the child) tank u!!

I only included the companions who are, uh, physically capable of having children without significant scientific intervention, so no synths or ghouls (which rules out 5 people). I can do them too, though, if you want, with a little tweaking of the canon- we don’t have to tell Todd. Just ask if you do! Also, I put Shaun as a separate reaction rather than adding him to each one, because his reaction would be pretty similar regardless of who the companion was.

Cait: Cait had never thought herself the parenting type. But she agreed to help look after Shaun, mostly because of how much it meant for Sole- it was the least Cait could do for them, really. And she discovered that she didn’t really mind being around children- Shaun kind of found her intimidating, yeah, but that just meant he’d listen to her better, plus he bizarrely shared some of Cait’s sense of humor. So when she figured out she was pregnant, after much consideration, Cait decided she’d keep the child. After all, if she had to be a parent with anyone, she’d definitely choose Sole.

Cait didn’t truly understand Sole’s parental attachment to Shaun, though, until she was holding her baby boy after hours and hours of excruciating labor. Much like her drug treatment, she screamed and swore and wanted to claw her own face out- but afterwards, oh, the reward was so sweet. She stared at him with an almost-soft look on her face, speaking to her son, Flann, in the same tone of voice she used for everyone. “Put up a hell of a fight, didn’t you, kid?” Cait laughed when Flann looked up at her. “That’s my boy.”

Deacon: After Deacon lost Barbara, he’d also lost all hope of ever having a loving partner, of ever having a family. He felt luckier than he deserved to find Sole, someone who could be with him, that he’d never ask for more. But then Sole asked him to help raise Shaun, and he was… just so happy. Deacon kept it cool, of course, because that’s what he did, but he was glad to have a role in the family. Even if he was an adopted father, he still had a son, and that had been all he ever wanted. Of course, that didn’t rival the pure amount of emotion Deacon felt when he learned Sole was pregnant. He almost didn’t believe it.

Regardless of Deacon’s disbelief, his beautiful baby girl was born some months later. He took off his sunglasses to better look at his daughter, Harper, at the manifestation of everything perfect and innocent in the world, and at the person he loved so much holding her. Deacon hadn’t remembered what it felt like to be this happy, and though a note of bittersweet regret and self-deprecation stained it, he still reached out for his daughter. He gently cradled her to his chest, rocking and watching her tiny hand wrap around his thumb. “Hi there, Harper,” Deacon said. He felt like he might cry, but he held it together. “Welcome to the world, kiddo. It’s not so bad out here.”

Gage: Gage had been shocked and nervous when Sole asked him to help out with Shaun, but when he looked at it simply, it made sense. He was one of the only ones they trusted- which was smart in the raiding career. Leaving Shaun alone would put a target on his back for any asshole who wanted revenge on Sole. And as long as Sole and Gage were both around, Shaun might as well answer to both of them. It was the execution of those truths that shook him up, but he followed through. Treated Shaun a little gentler than anyone else, though still kind of gruffly- kid had to be tough, after all. But Gage was still pretty surprised when Sole told him they’d be keeping the pregnancy.

He wasn’t going to question their decision- Gage could respect their choice. But he was almost baffled at how much Sole trusted some dick like him, both to help raise Shaun and to have a kid of his own. It was confusing, but also touching, in a weird sort of way that Gage wasn’t likely to admit, but fuck it, he wouldn’t let Sole down. They were the only person that he knew had his back. He’d have theirs too. So after his son was born, Gage stood over the bed, laughing a little at the difference between the tired-as-hell Sole and the tiny baby they held. With some awkward instruction, he managed to hold the boy, Tanner, and really look at him. Gage didn’t know much about babies, but he thought the kid had smart eyes. Tanner would grow up right- he’d make sure of it.

MacCready: There was a reason he couldn’t stop smiling around Sole. For a while, MacCready had lost the only family he had. His wife was dead, his son was ill and far away. But somehow, though he was the last person to deserve it, MacCready had found a loving partner, even another son. He was happier than words could say. Heck, if Sole had someone they could leave Shaun with, they even made the trip down to get Duncan, brought him to the Commonwealth, started their new life together. So when MacCready heard Sole was pregnant... damn, he’d thought he couldn’t be any happier, but he was wrong.

Once their baby boy arrived, MacCready excitedly spent every minute by Sole’s bed. He had three sons- three sons! He couldn’t believe it. MacCready sat there, grinning like an idiot and just taking in the sight of his wonderful partner, the best person in the world, holding their kid, who they’d decided months earlier to name Carson. At the earliest opportunity, he held his boy, careful to support Carson’s head, and the love he felt was so overwhelming that MacCready found himself tearing up. “Hey, buddy,” he said, looking at his beautiful son. “Oh man, I can’t wait till your brothers meet you.”

Piper: Piper liked kids. This was clear by the affectionate nicknames she called Nat, by the way she ruffled Shaun’s hair and always asked him to fix the printing press, by how she gave sweets to the Diamond City kids if they asked. She loved her family more than she could say, Nat and Sole and Shaun, and found herself content in the rhythm of her new life. So though Piper had never pictured herself a mother so young, she was immediately excited for the addition to the Wright-Sole household. This would definitely be some adventure.

Piper didn’t deal with pain super well, so the whole labor process was kind of hellish for her, but once she was holding her little daughter, she found herself newly occupied. The contractions could have been ten times worse, and it’d still be worth it. She wrapped the tiny baby, her little Bea, in a blanket, pressing a kiss to her head. Piper spent the next while looking at her baby, playing with her and cooing and remembering when Nat was so young. "Hey, Bea,” she said softly. “You’re gonna like it out here, I swear. And you’re gonna love your big brother and your Auntie Nat. Just wait and see.”

Preston: Preston had always wanted to settle down with a family. It wasn’t very ambitious, sure, but it just seemed right for him. So he felt pretty damned lucky when he found Sole, just about the most perfect person in the Commonwealth. They were brave, generous, kind, charitable, and, best of all, they loved him. Preston was so, so happy to have them in his life, to get to help raise their son. This was the family life he’d wanted. It was a whole different level of happy, though, when Sole told him they were pregnant.

After several months of preparations (Preston wanted everything to be right), his daughter was born, and Preston loved her from the moment he set eyes on her. This feeling was really... was really something. He’d been smiling the whole time- hell, he’d been smiling pretty much constantly since Sole told him- but once Sole handed him his daughter, carefully wrapped in a little bundle, his beam turned up to eleven. He even got a little emotional, his eyes getting watery as Preston looked at a miracle. “Welcome home, Elizabeth,” he said, pressing his lips against her forehead. “God, I love you so much.”

Shaun: Shaun waited outside, tinkering with a machine, but his mind was really on his mother/father. Sole had said he would soon have a new younger sibling, and he was so excited that he couldn’t fully concentrate on his inventions for months. Once Sole told Shaun it was alright to enter, he got up and ran through the door, ready to finally see his little brother/sister. And once he did, he smiled at the sight- his mother/father held the baby, carefully transferring the child to him. Shaun quickly learned how to hold a baby (he was a smart kid, after all), and the new addition to the family made him as happy as a little boy could be.

[vagiilante]

Legends / Fallout 4

So after reading the synopsis and theories for I, Ava, literally all I can think about is an Avalance/Fallout 4 AU:

Sara as the Sole Survivor. Like, she knows tragedy so a lot of the dialogue kinda fits. Also the Sole Survivor is canon bi (I mean if you romance ladies) so that works. Also a white vault suit would not be too far off from her uniform. And both the Sole Survivor and Sara Lance have time traveled (albeit, one in a much slower, colder way)

Also some of the silly side bits, like romancing Steel Magnolia is sooo in character for Sara

Going with the Ava = robot theory, I see her as a like gen3 synth, or maybe the first gen4. Obviously the Institute = the Time Bureau. She’s doesn’t know she’s a synth and quickly rises to be the best in her field, becoming second in command to Rip. 

Also, this kinda makes Rip=Shaun I guess, which is kinda weird with him a Sara’s kid but also Shaun is basically a dick with a superiority complex but totally believes he’s doing what’s best for the world. Sound familiar? 

(I could also see Nick Valentine = Rip, a little bit, but mostly for the trench coat tbh)

The other side characters are a little harder to fit in. Not really perfect matches, but like there’s a few things you can kinda make work:

Gideon =some sort of Codsworth/Curie hybrid. Curie fits better personality-wise for sure, but, as I’ve learned from my Sara Lance Fallout 4 play-through, Codsworth saying “Miss Lance” all the time reminds me of Gideon. So I guess Gideon = Curie, but British not French

Mick =  McCready. I mean at first he’s in for the money, but admires your badassery and somehow y’all become buds (I also low key like Mick = Strong lmao)

Ray would probs make the most sense as Preston Garvey. They’re both such boyscouts and really just wanna help. 

Nate = Deacon cause the hair. Maybe he’s some sort of modded out synth and that’s how he can Steel up.Also, in my headcanon Steel Magnolia is Deacon’s mother figure so lols ensue when he learns that she and Sara have...been acquainted

I guess I’d give Zari Cait’s backstory cause it’s the most dystopian. I mean it’s not a  great fit, espec the chem addiction piece, but I feel like they both start pretty closed off and snarky but warm up over time. 

Stein as one of the escaped institute scientists. Maybe Jax was someone in the Commenwealth that was an unknowing test subject,  but Stein breaks out to join him. Also Firestorm is a result, because I mean duh nuclear power

Amaya is tricky. I guess Piper bc they’re both earnest and want to do good, but obvi there’s a lot that doesn’t fit. 

There’s also no one for Snart. Idk Hancock? Gage?

In my playthrough, I can’t remember if I designed the husband after Snart or Oliver Queen. 

I could see S1=Brotherhood (taking it down, a la time masters), S2=Railroad (joining them), S3=Institute while doing Minute Man quests along the way