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flaringfoxsoul03 · 2 years ago

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Hi! I hope you’re having a good day. Could I please get a TWST/ Obey Me matchup, either one. My name’s Hope and I’m bi with a preference for men. I’m pretty much an open book and I’m very affectionate. I always want to be there for my friends and to be the best person I can be. I also am a tad sarcastic and very much loyal to my friends and anything I get attached to. Though I’m pretty chatty and clingy. I have a habit of adopting introverts in that I’ll keep going up to them until I slowly introduce them to my friend group and they start hanging out with us. I love books and all kinds of stories and writing and reading are big hobbies of mine. Other than those, doing funky makeup and going to the cinema, my interests tend to vary based on my current hyperfixation (I’m autistic) so they’re pretty much all over the place. I do consistently love music though and I will go on a ten minute tangent if anyone disrespects the songwriting ability of Taylor Swift. The main thing that can annoy me about people is when they disrespect others. Like I can befriend pretty much anyone who treats people with respect and kindness. I also hate loud noises so I don’t like people who scream a lot or who would yell at me when they’re angry. Finally my ideal first date is either cinema and a walk/drink after (because I love the cinema and sharing that experience with someone) or going to a bookstore with someone. I go for the rule of pacifism till provoked but if someone does provoke me or disrespects my values I have the option of going absolutely nuclear. I’m an INFP but like I literally got 51% introverted and 49% extroverted so it’s a pretty close call. I like all kinds of stories especially in book or movie form (cinemas and libraries are elite). I also like cats, hamsters, various other small creatures (not insects though they freak me out). And I collect a bunch of different things, I’m kind of a hoarder with most things cause otherwise I get panicked that I’ll run out. So like I have food and stuff stashed in secret spots throughout my room. I hate anyone who doesn’t treat others with respect, loud noises and mornings. As for looks, I’ve got brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m fairly curvy, mainly with chest and thighs but I’m also built pretty stockily which I can be a bit insecure about. And also I have a pet cat who I would sacrifice many many people for. Thankfully she only wants dreamies and head scratches. Thank you so much!PS - I give you this photo of my cat as an offering.

YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME TO FULL CAPACITY WITH THIS OFFERING! I SHALL GRANT THEE WITH 2 FOR 1 DEAL AND GIVE YOU BOTH TWIST AND OBEY ME MATCHUPS! You have greatly pleased me.

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I match you with… (Twist Edition)

Cater Diamond!

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I know you said you draw in introverts, but you’ve had to know that you had an extrovert coming in HARD for you when you are more of an outgoing ambivert (combo of extrovert and introvert, the in between of those two) but still leaning towards the quiet side that this crazy social man should try once in awhile. But get hyped, this is the man who gives you all that energy when you’re just too unsure of yourself. But that’s not to say he doesn’t know when to pull the two of you away from the party

When you first met, you’ve gotta admit; you thought Cater was kind of a jerk. Granted he was still trying to follow the ridiculous rules Riddle has insisted to keep in place. But he still took advantage of you and completely walked all over you and the boys (ADeuce and Grim)! How could you not be upset for him just using you? He has some work cut out for him. Luckily, he makes do when Riddle Overblots and he helps you come to and gets outed for not liking sweets at the replacement Merry Unbirthday Party when Riddle accidentally takes Trey’s “advice” too seriously with the oyster sauce and Cater ends up liking the tart so much that Trey outs him in front of the group. Now you have ammo, go and mess with him to your heart’s content! I promise you guys will fall for each other after this threshold has passed

100% enjoys your loyalty to him. Cater never had to worry about putting up a front with only you around, you tore down those walls a long time ago. With all the cuddles and chats you guys constantly have, he’s never bored and almost has so many ideas to show his Magicam followers. He also inadvertently becomes the person the introverts you adopt can get away with the things his partner said they couldn’t do with all the introverts. Not that he minds until he realizes you often have already been asked and said no, so he’s getting on your introverts or he’s coming up with a good explanation that won’t earn him your fury while he’s explaining why your introverts are in the mess they’re in before you

Really loves that you’re so into makeup! And coming up with those crazy designs just fascinates him and his followers! So much so, since you still don’t have Magicam (at this point in the story), Vil finally starts following him. He is in (happy) tears, please get him to stop or stop him from doing anything rash before Vil regrets his decisions (this is because Vil sucks at communicating how he feels so this is how he keeps up with your makeup and you, sorry Cater)

I’m sorry, but since you can go nuclear in seconds, Cater has mastered his signature spell to come out in a matter of seconds faster than he usually does to keep you back. Trust me, he does not want to explain or stop anything stupid things for or to Riddle about why his S/O is fighting with the Head Master again to the point that his Dorm Leader is literally plotting the fall of Crowley and trying to incorporate the others. Save your mans and stop falling for Leona’s taunts with Ruggie

Your hyper fixations are his inspiration for when he’s lost that spark. Just asking you anything related to your favorite expertise gets those creative flows going hard again! Doesn’t know a Taylor Swift, but do you know Vil’s personal long time rival, Neige LeBlanche, has made at least 3 albums? More than Vil has at the moment, though Cater is certain that will change if Vil even gets a whiff of that news. Not important, let’s listen to Neige’s tracks and see if it’s as similar to this Taylor Swift! You can obviously see that Vil is very much Cater’s hyper fixation when it comes to his favorite subjects, so you’re not the only one in the relationship! Though, do occasionally offer apologies to Vil when you see him, he may not act like he needs them, but they really do help his self esteem and inner child

Is in love with this first date idea of yours, though he heard it through the first years when they started talking about relationships and how would they plan out first dates. Definitely was not spying on you guys with a clone, not at all! The clone just happens to be running an errand and is passing by, that’s all! And it’s still lowkey and not too over the top like he heard an idiot share (No Ace, you cannot and should never try to do intense parkour for the first time with a partner! Especially unsupervised!). Expect a lot, and I mean, a lot of pics and photogenic photos afterwards, he just can’t this idea out of his head and has to save it somewhere and show the world how lucky he’s yours~

Gets that sometimes, it’s better to not go to the party at all and stay home to recuperate. It’s one of the many things Cater learns early on in his relationship with you. You don’t like to go out every weekend, much much less every night doing something. He begins to appreciate spending more time with you and now has dedicated at least 3 times a week he spends his nights with you. Not that he’d tell you outright of course, but he’s not necessarily stopping you from finding out. What’s the worse that can come from that? He doesn’t always have to go to Kalim’s numerous parties, Cater can just easily convince him to throw another one on a day he can convince to come with him then, more willing than other times. Please be available to stop Jamil not secretly plan the murder of your S/O though, Jamil can only take so much bullshit from other extroverts and once

Loves your body type. Literally doesn’t care if you don’t like it, he’s gonna help you love it! Since Cater had to be conditioned to love everything “cute” thanks to his two older sisters, he enjoys things that aren’t too cute by his sisters standards, despite the word cute being burned into his brain. You unfortunately would not be able to get along with his sisters by yourself at first (damn them and their societal norms), but he doesn’t let that last long. You’re both each other’s hype. You can be the push he needs to finally set stricter boundaries with his sisters instead of letting them walk all over his S/O. This can be a win-win, but do expect a lot of angst if you ever do end up meeting his family, his father will be completely out of the loop during this unless his sisters Overblot, so don’t fret about getting the adults involved. Just try to solve it, so use words before magical solutions are needed

Cater doesn’t really have a huge opinion on cats or pets in general, his family moved too often to keep a family pet. But that isn’t to say he wouldn’t take care of your sweet feline! He already helps out a lot in Firelit Sky to help you keep Grim in control, what’s another cat gonna do? Give him allergies? On second thought, he’s not gonna jinx it. But he will definitely love your cat and wish to stay with you during holiday breaks!

You make he feel heard and appreciated for him and himself alone. He doesn’t have to be something for someone else, not a duplicate or the comedic relief, him. Cater is always brought to tears when he thinks of you and all that you do for him. He strives to be your person too, every little thing that bugs you (and honestly should because we’re talking about pretty much all of the higher ups of the social latter of Night Raven College), to little feuds to finally breaking down from all the ridiculous stress placed on you. You’re more than guaranteed to have things done with chatty Cater

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I match you with… (Obey Me Edition)

Leviathan!

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This is the introvert you adopt and Cater has to share. Am I mixing fandoms? Yes. Should there be a AU where Twisted Wonderland and Obey Me exist in the same universe? Yes. Do I want it where the Night Raven students go to RAD and possibly vice versa? Also yes. Do I care about the mixing? Not in the slightest, but I’m giving this shy otaku lover to you! I also inadvertently have given you a very easily jealous lover, so Cater better watch out and not make the Admiral of Hell’s (or the Devildom, you guys pick mostly because I can’t remember which one is canon descriptions) Navy and Avatar of Envy upset! Though, I’m sure you can run damage control, right?

Meeting Levi was, well, either painful or downright confusing as hell. He’s basically turned you into a pawn for his own gain, all because Mammon basically screwed both you and him over. But sure enough, he shows enough of his real self to you that you’re hooked. And you’re determined to keep this introvert of an otaku in your life! He’s eventually hooked after the TSL tournament, and he’s certainly all curious about you now

You’ll have to reassure him a few times, especially when his sin is peaking aggressively, but he also really appreciates your loyalty to him. Did you pick him over his brothers Mammon and Asmodeus going out to the club to play video games with him? You may have accidentally sent him back to heaven! Did you ask him to help you with dinner instead of Lucifer and Satan who were arguing which one of them would be cooking tonight with you? Faints for a second before praising you with promises of hard work like he didn’t even lose consciousness in front of you within the last five seconds. Did you seriously pull on his hand to the arcade games while Beel and Belphie were debating which store in the mall would be best to start first? He’s letting you win that multiplayer game for a bit as he’s recovering, you do so much for him it makes his envy and love for you soar!

Loves the crazy makeup designs you come up with! You can already expect him begging you to do anime themed ones in your style to see how it compares to how he does it. He actually learns some techniques he’d never think of trying, let alone doing! Levi quickly praises you for the art of makeup and begs to become your pupil. You guys occasionally can drag Asmo and Mammon into the mix, Mammon being Asmo’s dummy (Mammon no matter what is always whipped for you my dear, platonic or romantic, he’s so whipped). It can either go one or two ways: you guys are actually trying out designs, styles, and techniques, or you guys are competing on who has the better whatever the issue of whatever argument they were making. It doesn’t matter, it’s always either chaotic as usually is or it’s a calm moment. No in between on this

Your nuclear phase can also go one or two ways with Levi: one, he’s holding you back and begging for mercy or apologizing hastily to avoid punishment from Lucifer, or two, he’s joining in. There is no in between, other than it really depends on how his sin, envy, decides to act in that moment you go blowing shit up

One of the many things you duo end up doing together; hyper fixations. You both get hooked on this anime or video game? The other brothers and rest of the world can say goodbye and can expect you two to not emerge from Levi’s bedroom for the next 1-2 business weeks. He doesn’t like Taylor Swift at first because he’s convinced it’s just a normie’s songwriter and singer, but after you get him listening to at least three songs, he’s now a Swifty. Congratulations my darling

Really loves your first ideal idea for a date. He’s a hardcore introvert suffering from lots of anxiety and low self esteem just to mama a couple, but you preferring to stay in over going out is his favorite. He would be most excited for this date if you managed to get it to be an anime movie release and a cafe premiere vips. Or maybe he would do this? I’m not sure, but he would be more reluctant to go to a “normie” movie. However, there’s a 50/50 chance he hyper fixates on it and it’s fandom with you if he somehow go hooked on it for a little while

Did I say prefers it if you stay in? I lied, he LOVES it when you guys don’t go out for a date. More or less hopes you’re an introvert than letting your extrovert out. That means he can keep you in his room doing anything from games or watching anime. Or whatever your hyper fixation is and if he can inadvertently prank the household without getting in trouble. I’m like behind this headcanon that Levi often pranks his brothers, but he does it so gracefully, he’s not at fault for any rule breaking because it dances so close yet never crossed the threshold of breaking or finding loopholes and it’s all because this poor sea demon just wants to connect with his brothers

I don’t think I can repeat this enough; if you don’t like your body, Levi, no matter what, is gonna compare you to anime characters that are similar to you. Even to the point where they’re uncannily resembling of you. He doesn’t and could never find you unattractive, which is why he’s more confused about you hating your body (minus the envy) to the point where he asks Asmo to help him figure out what was wrong (because fuck Solomon he’s too shady for this Avatar of Envy in the midst of having a breakdown on how to comfort his partner). Eventually he gets a process down where he feels just as confident as Ruri-Chan in her new adventure, with some help from Asmo and secretly Solomon because the man can not handle not helping you from the brothers

According to a Q&A WAY way WAY back when they were advertising Obey Me, there was a question asking who liked cats and dogs and Levi was on the dogs list. So safe to say your cat isn’t earning brownie points already. Fortunately, if your cat is just looking for a safe quiet place to nap, Levi sure doesn’t mind. It might grow a little on him, but it really depends on what your cat does while they’re with him

All in all, Levi is your safety in grounding in the chaotic world you live in. He can sure join in on the chaos, but more often than not he’s quietly on the sidelines watching the ridiculousness unfold while listening to a podcast about a game or an anime, take your pick. But for you? Levi in a heartbeat would be your grounding buddy when it’s all too much. Best part is he can enjoy the solitude with you and get better at being outside of his comfort zone little by little. You’re that quiet couple who just would rather quietly hang out than join parties, though the occasional laser tag games with the exchange group doesn’t hurt

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And the FOUR follow ups are:

Kalim Al-Asim,

Lilia Vanrouge,

Simeon,

And finally,

Barbatos

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THAT TOOK SO LONG!But I’m so happy I took that time to properly finish this! I hope this is worth the wait! Duel matchups are so hard!

That’s all folks!

~Fox

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casspurrjoybell-26 · 10 months ago

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Too Old For This - Chapter 3 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Leroy wasn't sure why he had agreed to go into the man's house.

He barely even remembered his name.

He was sure it was Zachary or something to that extent.

The man looked just as shocked, himself.

Those deep hazel eyes opened wide as a small.

"Oh, okay, then," left the man's lips.

"The house is a bit of a mess, so don't mind that," he said, turning his chair before opening the door.

Leroy realized that it was open for him and hurried up the porch stairs before walking past the man who rolled his wheel-chair right behind him.

The first thing he noticed was how 'hollow' the place seemed... empty and only littered with the bare necessities.

There wasn't a dining table in the living room, only two bar stools by the kitchen island.

The living room had one sofa and a television that was fixed on the wall.

Leroy wasn't sure what he'd expected the inside of the bungalow to look like but certainly, it was not like this.

The state of the lawn has given him the impression that the man would be messy or a hoarder of some sort.

Well, he guessed one couldn't move a wheelchair around properly if the place was cluttered to hell and back.

"They are in the basement," Zachary said, making Leroy look over at him.

He raised a brow in confusion as he saw the man stand up and push his wheelchair to the side.

'I thought you were disabled,' the words lingered on Leroy's tongue but he kept that to himself.

It seemed the man noticed that he was staring intently at him because he fidgeted and held on to the edge of the kitchen island.

"I can walk. I just have a lot of pain with it," the man said, giving Leroy an awkward smile.

"Arthritis?"

"No, fibromyalgia."

Well, that was one of his diagnoses but Zachary almost felt ashamed to start listing off a series of illnesses that bounced off each other to put him in the amount of pain he was in because when he started, he often saw the doubt build up in people's eyes and when that happened, he felt pressure to over share and over-explain.

He didn't want to do that today or any day for that matter.

"Ah, I see," Leroy said, feeling slightly uncomfortable that he'd stared so much to prompt the explanation.

"You can follow me, it's down the hallway," the man said, walking past Leroy.

The younger man spotted a limp in the man's walk and he felt bad for being suspicious again.

Regardless, he couldn't help feeling like he had maybe walked into a trap.

If Zachary was a serial killer pulling at his empathy strings... Leroy wasn't saying he was but if he was this would be the perfect setup.

He could see it now, with true crime hosting his story... a man killed in a basement on the promise of cat cuddles.

He smiled a little at his own invention and followed the man... Zachary?

He should probably ask before it got awkward or ask his name again.

When they got to the stairs Zachary walked down and Leroy followed and at the end of the stairs.

Zachary turned on the light and there they were, three cats lodged between different locations.

One at the fat end under a mattress, one on top of a cupboard and another hiding under a washing machine.

Zachary made a noise with his tongue and the cats scrambled to their feet, leaving their hiding stops to walk toward the two men.

All three of the cats rubbed against Zachary's legs before staring up inquisitively at Leroy.

Leroy bent down into a squat, reaching out his hand to brush the fur of a cute white one with a black patch on its back.

"You don't have to worry about them. They have all their shots and they're spayed," Zachary said, taking a stop on the stairway.

"I've tried to do the same for the other cats that haven't come in yet but I might be missing one or two."

Zachary nodded as he hummed.

"Yeah, it makes it safer for everyone since we can't adopt all of them and honestly, not all cats want to be indoors. I usually have my sister take them. I can't drive so it's a hassle to hop in an Uber and take them myself."

Leroy wondered about the driver's license thing a bit too long.

If the man could walk, he could probably drive, right?

Or maybe it was too painful or not safe for some other reason?

Or maybe he didn't just like it.

For all that he knew, he could be like himself, who had had one accident and decided never to get behind a steering wheel again.

So instead, Leroy just muttered 'I see' before picking up a cat and sitting on a stair just below Zachary.

"I'm sorry but what's your name again?" Leroy said, feeling he should get it out of the way.

"Zachary?"

The man smiled, nodding his head.

"Yeah, that's it and yours is Leroy, right?"

Leroy nodded.

"I'm sorry. I'm just super bad with names, so I thought I should make sure."

"It's okay."

"I took today off so I thought I should stop by," the younger man mumbled and Zachary squinted into the distance before he remembered it was a Friday.

The days bleed into each for the most part and there wasn't use in keeping track since he didn't work or go to school.

Every day was just another day of sitting in bed and staring into space.

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farharbour · 1 year ago

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it's not as detailed as i would have liked it to be but hi, here's jesse's first real reference in *checks notes* 5 years. deepest apologies for my small handwriting, it's incurable. everything is legible at full-size though so please click thru for optimal viewing :)

i've put a deep-dive into some of his personality & lore below, it's an abridged cut but it's still pretty long unforch. i just love him and can't shut up about anything ever in general. anyway:

name: jesse diresta nickname(s): jess, blue age: 30 at game start (b. 12/22/2046) star signs: cap sun (cusp) + pisces moon + virgo rising gender: trans guy (he/him) sexuality: bi / polyam race/ethnicity: white (italian) hair colour: dark brown eye colour: hazel affiliation: railroad (until post-game) occupation: doctor, researcher love interest: nick valentine other close friends: deacon, bec, curie, ellie, piper

SPECIAL: 4 6 3 4 8 2 1 (game start) / 5 8 5 6 10 4 2 (post-game) best skills: medicine, science, sneak worst skills: melee, repair, lockpick interesting perks: night owl, aqua boy, rad resistant combat style: stealth sniper (in-game i never use VATS, i think luck- and crit-based sniper builds are boring) favourite weapon: sniper rifle that chambers custom tranq darts other weapons: .308 sniper rifle, radium rifle, 10mm pistol, combat knife (just in case, he avoids close-combat at all costs)

hobbies: cooking, reading, engaging in intellectually stimulating conversation, running experiments in his "garage" at home plate, transcribing found holotapes (he's an information hoarder) favourite nuka cola flavor: nuka cherry favourite expletive: fuck most feared wasteland creature: feral ghouls most missed aspects of the pre-war world: hosting small dinner parties with teressa, swimming without having to worry about rads most cherished possession: his pre-war lab coat theme song: anthem (father john misty)

personality summary: an idealist, someone who thinks in terms of potential and seeks to help as many people as he can. has great ideas and the practical, patient nature to turn them into something real. has strong sense of integrity while still being open-minded enough to change his positions if need be. he comes off as warm, composed, and a little awkward. not great at expressing his feelings but he’s deeply emotional and sensitive at heart and someone people feel they can confide in. easy to be around and generally well-liked. a great teacher, he sees the potential for good in everyone and enjoys collaborating with and learning from others. deeply loyal to those he cares about and seeks to provide stability for those around him. quick to trust and quick to forgive, to a fault. a collected tactician but does not do well in time-sensitive situations due to his proclivity for procrastination and his tendency to freeze when under stress. severely preoccupied by death; this fear dictates a large part of his moral compass and seeps into everything he does. struggles with survivor's guilt and can be a bit overprotective of those he's close to.

morals: staunch pacifist. does not like killing unless it’s absolutely necessary and he sometimes goes to extremes because of it; he’d rather take the long way or wait until nightfall to go somewhere rather than risk getting into an altercation. even in saying that, he can live with a little blood on his hands if it means he won’t be drowning in a river of it later (he’s okay killing a few people to save the lives of hundreds). holds loyalty and honesty in high regard both in himself and in others. dedicated to his profession, even if he's more a lab researcher than front-facing doctor. strives to help others and prioritizes treatment over all else; he can't give his services for free all the time but he does meet people where they're at and will treat those who can't afford it at a reduced (or no) cost (a "pay what you can" thing).

jesse was born and raised in marquette, MI. his father was a hardass ex-marine drill instructor and growing up he spent a lot of time learning survival training from him. he was especially close with his older brother noah, his mother, and his maternal grandmother. jesse and his parents moved to the east coast when noah left home to join the army at 18 (jess was 10 at the time). his father re-enlisted and their relationship became heavily strained for multiple reasons. he graduated high school at the top of his class and was offered a large scholarship to CIT, which he took. his brother died during the initial invasion of anchorage in 2066, and his father died a few months later during another resurgence of the new plague. both of their deaths affected him deeply.

jesse was accepted into CIT's graduate program in the fall of 2070. he studied nuclear medicine (radiology) w/ a focus on epidemiology. he was dead-set on finding a cure for the new plague. he met teressa while still in grad school (she was in law school) and the pair quickly became inseparable. they married and moved to sanctuary hills in 2073. neither of them wanted kids initially but later changed their minds, and when shaun was born in 2076 jesse finally gave in to his paranoia and registered his family with the local vault. we all know what happens next, end of the world, dead wife man pain, all that.

he sided with the minutemen during the initial events of the game but decided around the time he met virgil that the railroad were probably his best option to help him wrt the institute. he stayed on board with them and worked as a "heavy" despite taking after deacon and preferring the stealth approach. he worked undercover in the institute until things started escalating (ticonderoga was wiped by the institute & the brotherhood infiltrated railroad hq). dez pretty much forced him from there to take part in the destruction of the prydwen; he reacted pretty badly to the whole thing and would have up and left them then and there, but he still needed their help.

to be honest i'm still not sure of the specifics from here but jesse is adamant that he can broker peace between the railroad and the institute once he becomes the director but dez doesn't believe that it will work (rightfully so honestly, it's wishful thinking but jess is ever the idealist and is almost certain he can do it (he really couldn't have tho which is the tragic bit)). she also doesn't really trust he has the same ideals as she does anymore after how he acted during the brotherhood incident. ultimately she goes behind his back and infiltrates the institute without him (via the underground pipes) and her and her agents, alongside the synths jess had been rallying while undercover, take out the institute themselves. i feel like he's probably in the institute when that happens but idrk yet. either way he's extremely distraught and in the aftermath drops contact with them entirely, save deacon, who stayed behind.

post-game he takes up shop in diamond city as their new resident doctor with curie as his assistant (not sure if she gets her synth body or not, leaning towards no). he makes a real home out of home plate and that's where he and nick get to live out some sappy domestic married life together and it's cute ok. it's cute.

that's it thanks for coming to my oc ted talk if you read all of this thank you feel free to ask any questions about him or don't whatever you feel like ok love you mwah 🫂💞

#my art #oc talk #oc: jesse #there really is no fixing my handwriting huh. sorry again for that i might put transcriptions under the cut but not rn #AND for as much lore as i dumped here i'll very likely add more to it eventually. take him before i decide otherwise LOL

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noiranamnesis · 1 year ago

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Hazel hues flicked through his private space, noting an unfortunate meld of what she could only describe as erratic disorganization and lack of cleanliness. The word hoarder came to mind although she couldn’t be sure if this was merely the nature of his profession. His success at which she was beginning to doubt in light of his unkempt nature. Is this really who they recommended? While she hadn’t come with a particular image in mind, this certainly wasn’t it. Only his attitude rang true of what she expected, similar to many she came across in her own profession.

“Worthwhile is a bit subjective, isn’t it?” Dark brows rose as if to challenge, but knowledge of her time restraint diverted her focus, tone calm and direct. “Several months ago I was hired to restore a sixteenth-century painting. " A lyrical lilt laced her words, betraying her native tongue every so often. "As I began making progress my employer became oddly…intense. Agitated even. Stopping by at random hours in the night demanding to see progress. Constantly asking if I mentioned the painting to anyone else- which I hadn’t. Then one night he showed up in a frenzy, as if he hadn’t slept in days, took the painting and just disappeared. His parting words to me were Simultaneous Acclamation — like a Bourgeoisie.” In a way it didn’t feel real now just as it hadn’t felt real then. “I haven’t a clue what he meant.”

“I’m aware this may not be worthwhile and I don’t have much to pay, but I am more than willing to become your secretary if you agree to take this on.” A decision made on whim. “I’ve worked for museums and private clients. I know how to create an organized system and can retain information without drawing attention to myself.”

closed starter for @noiranamnesis

"Are you here about the secretary job? I'm afraid I've no time for another interview unless you've got something very impressive to show me..." His words were extremely dismissive, maybe a bit irritated. A hand waved at the other for them to exit the cramped, messy office space.

There were stacks of papers everywhere; cardboard boxes piled in corners, trinkets and newspapers, broken bits and bobs, several empty coffee mugs as well as his own fresh one, cigarette butts, an overflowing trashcan, stacks of books, old receipts. He looked rugged. And that was putting it lightly. His hair was a fluffy mess atop his head, his skin pallid and eyes sunken from lack of sleep. He had already talked to 13 other applicants today and none had been very impressive. Chewing on the tip of a pencil, his eyes scanned over a folder full of documents, clearly searching for something amidst the absolute chaos of the small space.

Tossing the folder aside, he pressed his lips into a thin line, hands on his hips as he finally took a moment to look up at the stranger. A heavy sigh. If only he had another cigarette handy...

"And if you've something else to say, you've got less than 3 minutes to say it. I'm not taking on anymore cases at the moment unless it's something worthwhile."

#m: françoise beauséjour #p: james wright #b: cursedvessels #françoise x james: 001 #[thank you for the starter!]#[i 100% agree. james and francoise seem to be similar in a lot of ways]

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tirednico · 7 years ago

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Hades kids are collectors

Let’s be real with ourselves: Hades is a huge nerd. I bet he has a coin collection from the first coin ever made. He has an entire grand room for his collection of the skulls of conquerors through out history that he keeps in glass cases which are in chronological order. He has a library dedicated to poetry from the Romantic Era ordered by author and genre. He is a nerd I tell ya, and his kids are no different

Lets start off with Nico

We all know he was a huge dork as a kid; he was obsessed with Mythomagic, he even memorized the cards attack points. Bianca even said that there was only one figurine that he didn’t have

Given how the card game must have been (and still is) and how many gods and monsters there are, I bet that would be a lot of figurines (where would he have kept all of them?)

Nico was the kind of kid who would wait outside a comic book store in a long line at midnight just to try and get a limited edition gold card set. I bet he still would as a teenager

“Nico, can you tell me again why we are standing in this long ass line? it’s dark and cold...” “Because, Will, mythomagic came out with a new art style for the nine muses cards and if we don’t get them tonight there won’t be anymore”

He eventually gets back in to mythomagic after he hears Will say he’s never really played before. He teaches him everything he knows, which is a lot

He attends small tournaments between the camps. It’s very popular, he tells Will

He’s won first place three years winning and shows no plan on stopping

the prize is a handbook with exclusive chapters

He builds his card collection up, and he is so proud of it

He has a big card holder (those books with sleeves you put your cards in, I don’t really know what they’re called) and it has every card

He treats it like its his baby

When he’s older and lives in an apartment (with Will) he’ll try and show off his collection to his friends anytime they come over. Hazel thinks it’s cute and will politely sit on the couch and listen to her big brother while Will brings her sweet iced tea

He buys all the premium figurines, too. He lines them up on the book case and once a week he will dust them. Will complains that it’s the only cleaning he ever does which Nico replies by tickling his boyfriends nose with the duster. All good fun

Now Hazel, this sweet, sweet girl:

She has a rock collection to the surprise of no one

After her curse is lifted, and all the gems she pulls out of the earth won’t cause any misfortune to those who take them, she becomes really fascinated by them

She learns about how they are formed and what minerals components they are made out of. She especially likes learning about the effects of impurities and off coloring they can get from it. She says those are the most valuable ones

Her collection starts when Percy and Frank got her a small schist rock for her birthday as a gag gift

the running jokes legacy lives on, and it makes everyone laugh

She keeps it on the living room coffee table for all to see its glory

Annabeth, Piper, and Reyna take her out to the city to window shop. They pass a store that has geodes on display. They all go in, and Hazel comes out with seven different geodes in each color of the rainbow

They are also displayed on the coffee table along with her schist

The eight rocks on her table look so lonely and out of place; they would look much better if they had their own special display

So she asks Leo if he can help her

He makes her a cabinet/shelf that mounts to her living room wall

It looks so lovely, but a little empty...

Hazel continues to add on to her collection over the years

She travels to the places where certain gems and rocks are most common and begins sorting through them to find the right ones

She never takes too much from the earth, she makes sure of that

She has them in color order-- for the aesthetic

It grows so big that she can’t fit them all in her apartment and it’s becoming a hazard

But the lovely Reyna has a solution

Hazel Levesque’s Crystal Emporium!

A very spacious building in downtown New Rome where Hazel can store her rock collection and allow any curious soul to admire it all

Hazel cries during the grand opening

She’s so happy to see how many people want to see her rock babies

There’s even a little gift shop that Leo and Nico set up

There are geode key change

customization bracelets that you can pick what rocks to use for different meanings

and a fact book about rocks!

It’s so popular that demigods around the world visit it

There is a wall of celebrity demigods and in the center is Hazel and all her friends

Hades’ children are nerds and love to collect just like their dad, and that’s pretty much it

#nico di angelo #hazel levesque #Hades #pjo #hoo #headcanons #hc #Hazel is a bit of a hoarder #but it all works out in the end #nico and will are nerds together

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silverdragon-imagines-blog · 3 years ago

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Legend and Four test how much Wolfie will take their bs, from trying to get him to wear a collar, take a bath, or play fetch

[lol poor Twilight. No warnings other than people being little shits to each other.]

“Hey, wanna do something fun?”

Legend looked up from his journal to see the Smithy standing next to him, eyes more amber than hazel and filled with mischief. He closed the book, turning fully to face the other.

“What sort of fun are we talking about here.”

Four smiled, using only their head to gesture toward Wolfie, or rather, Twilight who was sitting by the firepit in wolf form. Legend raised an eyebrow.

“Wanna see how much nonsense our resident wolf friend can take?”

“Ya know what, why not.”

Their grins only grew as they discussed the plans for the future.

The wolf stuck around the next morning, which was excellent for the first part of the plan. Legend pulled out a bit of dark-colored ribbon that he had picked up from somewhere, knotting it into a circle with a pleased grin. He passed it off to Four during breakfast, the Smith practically beaming as he held it. Then, they began to set off for somewhere else.

Legend stood just behind Wolfie, watching him stay at Time’s side. Four was next to him, waiting for the perfect moment. It came soon enough, a stream crossed their path and they stopped to figure out if it was worth crossing here or to find a bridge. Before Wolfie could dart off to find Twilight, however, Four pounced.

There was a yip and then laughter as everyone turned to see Wolfie with a ribbon around his neck. A collar. He looked very annoyed as Four hugged him, giggling the entire time.

“I just thought that this way, we won’t lose him if he wanders off.”

Legend just watched as the few who knew about Wolfie stifled laughter, or tried to anyway. The rest were unashamed as they bent over in loud laughter.

Phase one, successful.

“I’m not sure what to use for the next part of the plan,” Four huffed, digging through his bag.

“You seriously don’t have anything to use?”

Four looked up at him, a slight annoyance making his eyes icy.

“You’re the resident hoarder, why don’t you check for something?”

“I did the last thing. It’s your turn.”

Four grumbled, digging through his bag once again and withdrawing a bright yellow stick, the end curved slightly. He held it for a moment, then sighed.

“I swear, if this breaks, then I’m going to kill you,” Four turned to Legend with piercing blue-purple eyes.

Legend held up his hands placatingly. Of course, he had no control over whether the stick gets broken. Still, he led the way back towards camp where everyone was taking a break. Wolfie had shown up before the break, but had yet to leave, sitting next to Sky and Wild just watching them both as they talked. It was as perfect a chance as any.

“Hey Wolfie, wanna play a game?”

The wolf perked up a bit at that, looking at Legend confused, tilting his head slightly. Wild and Sky also looked over, though Wild looked amused as he caught sight of the stick behind Legend’s back. The Veteran hero smirked, revealing the stick and waving it slightly.

“C’mon, let’s play fetch.”

Wolfie looked scandalized at the idea, or as much as a wolf could. Wild started giggling, causing Sky to laugh as well. The wolf huffed, looking away from Legend, but he wasn’t done. Legend threw the stick to land between the trio and himself, then leaned down slightly to clap his hands on his legs.

“Come on boy, get the stick.”

Wolfie glared at Legend, but then stood up, walking over to the stick to grab it in his mouth. He approached Legend, the hero smirking as he got close, only for Wolfie to dart away from him when Legend reached for it.

“What the hell?”

With the other two heroes cackling, Wolfie ran through camp, the veteran cursing as he chased after the smug wolf. Four watched on in a mix of amusement and annoyance as his cane was dragged around, thankful that Twilight had enough sense not to damage it. By the end of the chase, Legend was lying face down on the ground, Twilight still in wolf form standing over him panting yet very pleased. The cane was left on Legend’s back.

Four approached then, arms crossed and shaking his head.

“Guess that failed miserably.”

“This is the last try, so let’s make it big.”

“How on the goddesses’ names are we gonna pull this off?”

Legend and Four were scheming once again, taking care to be out of earshot of Twilight. A few of the others glanced at them curiously, but figured that prying wasn’t the way to go. At least, until Wild sidled up next to them, a wide grin on his face.

“So, I noticed that you were messing with Twi earlier. Need an extra hand?”

“Depends,” Four spoke, looking at Wild with a brow raised, “What did you have in mind?”

Wild’s grin just grew bigger.

It was several days until Wolfie made a reappearance, and they were setting up a small resting spot before they continued on. It was a pleasant day, the sun high in the sky. The perfect time to set up a prank.

There was a stream nearby, a few of the others choosing to cool off in the water. Four and Wild stayed behind with Wolfie sitting beside them. Legend watched on from the shoreline with Hyrule next to him. Any minute now.

“Hey, when’s the last time Wolfie had a bath?” Four asked, feigning innocence when said wolf looked up at him with annoyance.

“That’s a good question. I assumed he bathed himself but,” Wild failed to hide a grin as he leaned closer to him, “might be worth it to try and give him one before we set out.”

Wolfie jumped to his feet, backing away and growling slightly as the two heroes approached him with matching grins. Until his back collided with another person. He looked up to see Time, a mischievous grin on his face.

“That sounds like an excellent idea.”

Wolfie yelped as he was picked up, Time holding him so his front and back legs were dangling as the elder hero had his arms under Wolfie’s torso and back end. Wolfie whined as Time followed the other two heroes toward the stream, struggling slightly. Laughter was all around them as Time waded to a deeper part of the stream and dropped the poor wolf-hero in.

It wasn’t long until Wolfie paddled away from the other heroes, getting onto dry land and growling back at them. He was dripping as he walked over to everyone’s bags, and with a self-satisfied noise, shook himself off right over everyone’s stuff. Cries of outrage met his ears, but he simply ran away from their attempts to catch him, laughing internally at his revenge.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu four #lu legend #lu twilight #lu wild #lu time

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merumely · 3 years ago

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Finally, a profile for Lilah! This took me forever amd though ut is not yet finished completely, it is too the point to be able to post. This will be updated periodically, so, stay tuned 😁✨

Name: Lilah Reese

Age: in her 20's

Gender: Female

Height: 5'0

Nationality: Hawaiian/Brazilian

Positive Traits: caring, warm, affectionate, generous, motherly, protective, hands-on-kind of person, jolly, supportive

Negative Traits: Somewhat of a hoarder, impulsive, bottles up negative emotions, careless regarding safety to a degree, superstitious, gullible, loud

Occupation:

Waitress (former) //on the U.S//

Meat Clerk (part time/former or pre joining the organization)

Hellsing Manor Cook (Current)

Collage Culinary Student (Current)

Nicknames: Lil, Lils, Reeses

Physical Appearance

Lilah is of short height, stocky/chubby voluptuous woman with dark skin, hazel eyes and black long hair that reaches her lower back. Although her attires change, most of them are vivid in colors with a tropical feel. For her job in a butcher's shop she uses a whatever attire she would wear with the shop's designated apron. After joining the organization before having a permanent role, she wore the standard uniform in taupe with the switching of skirt to pants and mid leg reaching light brown boots and dark brown gloves. After her permanent occupation as one of the organization's cooks, she wears a white coat with the organization insignia on it's left sleeve, a black apron, checkered pants and leather, black shoes.

Overview

She's from Polynesian/Brazilian (her mother being an immigrant to the U.S and her dad being a born resident from U.S Hawaii) she was raised in Oahu and spent almost the entirety of her life in Hawaii before relocating in her late teenage years to the Mainland (U.S) for college. Lilah spent a couple of years in between college and part-time jobs. Though her chosen career eventually lost all of her interest until she decided to drop out and pursue more of culinary oriented career. Despite her family trying to convince her to take her course in the U.S she wanted to give it abroad a try. She's moves to the United Kingdom and takes a part time job there in a little butcher shop while she takes her courses.

Personality

Lilah is a warm, humble and affectionate individual. Unfortunately she can be impulsive and herself into situations without giving it a first thought or considering the consequences of her actions, which at times end up blowing up in her face. While she is mostly known for her easy going and patient demeanor, there are times where he temper rises, although it is often at unlucky circumstances or her own short comings or mistakes and very rarely at people. Having moved to pursue and expand her culinary career and studies and open up her wings more, she at times feel homesick and wonders if it was really a wise decision to move so far away from home. For good or bad, Lilah is rather gutsy and does not give up easily on whatever she does or is working on, regardless if the results are fruitful or not. Unfortunately, she can be a bit of a hoarder, believing there's usefulness and value in everything and goes with the "never know when you might need it" though this tends to go for just a few things such as craft supply or containers. Lilah is a very protective person over the people she loves and holds dear and is not above confrontation on their behalf if they're on any altercation or danger, making one of the very rare times she will opt to violence and throw caution to the wind. She highly values her friendships and relationships and does her best for them.

Trivia

• Lilah is someone who acts first before having second thoughts and she lives with the "no risk, no gain" ideology, which can be a good thing or a bad thing.

• She's uses a lot of her mother tongue mixed in with English

• She's a bit of a geek, collecting vintage items.

•Owns chickens. So many chickens. They're a little piece of back home and they brighten up her residence.

• isn't the best knitter there is but she does the hobby when stressed, upset or restless

• Dislikes spiders greatly

• Although it's not every day she games, she can be considered a cozy gamer preferring chill games and easy going games and yes, she chooses normal difficulty always

• The career she had chose to follow and study first dropping it was research assistant.

#hellsing oc #oc #my oc #lilah reese #artists on tumblr #my art #my artwork

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angeli-marco-writes · 4 years ago

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Tom Felton - Baby on the Brain

A/N - First request! I hope this is what you wanted, I really like this idea. I don’t know Tom, nor do I claim to, and the other characters are fictional figments. To celebrate 100 followers, I'm uploading this early. Thank you!

Warnings - overloads of fluff, mentions of baby sick, mild language, slight angst, hints to a breeding kink whoops, lightly implied smut.

Summary - Visiting Tom’s brother and his new baby should be a walk in the park, really, but some unwitting truths come to ahead that you can’t refute. You’ve always wanted a family, but does Tom? (Request for Tom Felton: you guys meet his brother's new baby and then decide to have your own.)

Tom’s bruised knuckles rap thrice against the oak wood of his brother's front door, squeezing your smaller, trembling hand in his, running his fingers over the band of the ring in pride of place. Taking a deep breath in sync with yours, he turns his twinkling blue eyes towards you, lending you a twitch of a reassuring smile.

“Why are you so nervous? It’s only my brother,” he says, his voice gruff following the cigarette he smoked in the car.

“It’s the baby I wanna see,” you breathe, “less nervous, more jittery.”

“Maybe you should’ve gone for tea this morning instead of a double shot coffee.”

You nudge his ribs with your elbow, and then his overly sensitive hip bone with yours, coaxing a gentle chuckle from his lips, “Maybe I wouldn’t have needed it if you hadn’t kept me up so late.”

The devilish, shit-eating grin creeping onto his lips tells you that he feels no remorse, but then again, you’d take tiredness and a night like that over anything. His fingers twine tighter around yours as footsteps begin to shuffle behind the door, followed by an ear-piercing, blood-curdling screech, absolutely unholy.

“See he’s having fun with the kid, then?” you begin to whisper, but your words trail off as Tom’s very exhausted looking brother appears in the doorway, feeding bottle in hand, burping rag over his shoulder, deep purple bags beneath his eyes.

“Alright mate?” Tom greets, stepping one loafer-clad foot over the threshold, offering his brother a man hug.

“Tired, yeah. How you doing, man?” he responds warmly, patting Tom’s back.

“I’m good, I’m good, Jon.” Tom says, though you can feel him almost imperceptibly tense beside you.

Turning ever so slightly, all eyes are cast on you. Naturally, you offer Tom’s brother your warmest smile, teeth and all, sympathy welling both in your eyes and your heart. Kids must be tough if he looks like this with a three-week old.

“And who’s this?” Jonathan asks, sweetly, inquisitive more than anything, though he does look at you a bit peculiarly, scrutinising you, perhaps your outfit, the mom jeans you paired with a cropped cardigan perhaps not his style.

“This is my fiancée, Y/N.” Tom says, his words holding an inflection or pride perhaps, but whatever it is, it sends a pang of excitement shooting down your spine, a smirk creeping its way onto your lips, one you have to bite back, “I’m sorry I haven’t bought her over before, but you know what it’s like.”

“Yeah, course. Nice to meet you.”

“And you! Where’s the baby?”

Tom chuckles softly, and he curls his arm around your body, hip to hip. “She loves kids.”

Jonathan stands aside, a welcoming hand to beckon you into his home, the laminate floors covered in baby commodities, pastel blankets strewn everywhere, but other than, surprisingly clean considering Tom mentioned his brother was a hoarder and was always the most untidy of the bunch all throughout their youth. Considering how bad Tom is and how often you’re stuck cleaning away his dirty dishes and putting his laundry on, you were expecting far worse, but maybe Tom was the worst of them all along.

He tickles between your ribs as you wander through the halls, greeted in the back room by a tiny blonde headed baby, cradled in two arms of a just as exhausted looking lady donning a kind smile, stars dancing in her eyes as she stares down at her temporarily placated child. Tufts of blonde hair pair with enamoured hazel eyes to compliment the soft yellow of their clothes and the rosiness of their chubby cheeks. The hair, the nose, the tiny dimples; this baby looks just like Tom - and all his brothers - did when they were little dots themselves. The same little treasures. You, however, were an unattractive baby compared to this ball of sunshine.

“This is Ainsley.” Tom’s sister in law says lazily, her words falling off as she gapes in adoration at the gurgling blob of joy in her embrace. “And I’m Zara.”

“I’m Y/N.” you smile widely.

Should he not know better, Tom would quite possibly think you’re going to either collapse of hyperventilate, judging by the flush of your cheeks, your elevated pulse, heart beating out of your chest, the tiny, delightful, desperate whimpering noises from the back of your throat, elicited from a single glance into the babies eyes.

Said baby begins to make some indistinguishable noises and flails its arms around faintly, feebly, in your general direction. You’d be lying if your heart didn’t do a somersault in your chest.

“M- may I hold Ainsley?” you stammer out, extending your covered arms in a similar cradle to that of Ainsley’s mother.

“God, you’d be doing me a right favour,” she retorts, her accent broad, Geordie.

She shuffles softly down the pale green sofa, so perfectly complimenting the oak floors, to make a room for you that you take gratefully, and position yourself astutely against the back of the sofa. Before retrieving the baby, though, Tom grasps for a muslin cloth and affectionately drapes it over you, affectionate in the manner that he does it with such care, grazing his thumbs over your collarbones as he goes, ever so gently, barely even a touch, but enough to let you know he’s there. He holds your gaze for a moment, his lips twitching into a smile. This alone sends butterflies to your stomach and sets a sheen of fog about your head, taking you even more by surprise when the baby is laid in your arms, writhing and smiling and blinking so sweetly.

“Hiya darling,” you coo, “aren’t you just the most precious thing.”

“Gender neutral name and clothing...” Tom interjects, sidling up on the arm of the sofa beside you, “may I ask their sex and the pronouns you’re using?”

“Male, but we’re trying to be as gender neutral as possible so they can grow up not feeling pressured.”

You can’t wipe the beam from your face, or prevent the small ‘awwh!’ from escaping under your breath, curling the cloth slightly around the child, “That’s a wonderful attitude. Tommy, would you fetch my bag from the car, please?”

In a second, he’s bouncing up, his hand thrust deep in his chinos to fish for the car key. “You asked me to grab it before we got out as well, sorry sweetheart. Back in a minute.” With a nod to his brother, he’s racing out the door, his footsteps thundering through the house. Your attention, however, remains glued to the baby.

“Would you like me to set them down for tummy time afterwards, or is he going back to sleep?” You ponder aloud, eyes glued to the wry tufts of hair so soft and silky between your fingers.

“If he falls asleep in your arms, that’s fab. We’re just livin’ minute by minute.”

You release a small laugh, “Fair enough.”

Jon sits beside you tentatively, between yourself and his wife, his arm wrapping around her as she leans her body weight against him, her hair--held in a bun before, now just kind of flopping into her eyeline--tickling her shoulder and causing him to wince a little.

“How do you know so much about babies?”

The sigh you don’t mean to release is wistful at best, plain pining at worst--and probably most obvious. “I’ve always wanted them, kids, but Tommy’s the first guy I’ve settled down with, but despite being engaged, we’re still taking things slowly.”-- You shrug, as best as you can with the baby in hold, and cock your head to the side to peer down better at every tiny freckle on Ainsley’s skin.--“I love him to bits, but he wants to wait, and I’m still young, a good chunk younger than he is.”

“If it helps,” he starts, “I’ve never seen Tom as in love with someone as he is you. He’s besotted. You say the word, he’ll do it.”

“I know. I just don’t want to make him do anything unless he’s 100% sure.”

“And that’s what makes you his perfect girl.”

Your heart swells. There’s a beat, a pause of silence, filled only with the zapping of the car outside, no more than a couple of seconds before Jon’s wife speaks again.

“Enough of that. Show us the ring!”

If they’re all this excitable at something as simple as your engagement ring, perhaps you’ll fit in with his family better than you anticipated. ** Certainly, if their amiable gasps are anything to go by as you display your hand to them, your ring finger held out, supporting Ainsley’s head in the crook of your elbow as they gawk at the diamond glistening in the sunlight streaming in from their floor-to-ceiling patio doors. You have to admit it’s a pretty damn beautiful ring, the one you always dreamed of. An oval cut 0.5ct diamond held in place by a delicate split-shank 18ct gold band. It glows ethereally in whatever light there is, but most spectacularly in Tom’s eyes.

“It’s the most gorgeous ring,” she gushes, “apart from mine.”

A smile creeps its way in. You’re not entirely sure what the hell you’ve done right in your life to deserve this incredible, expensive ring, or even Tom for that reason. This is the life you’ve always dreamed of, the one that Tom’s brother has, and if you’re even half as happy as they are after being married for 5 years then you’ll consider your life to be a great success. You always wanted the quiet family life in the suburbs, with a lovely house and a nice garden and a couple of kids, working a part time job that pays well and allows you time for your children and your husband… then you fell in love with him. Loving Tom, though, that’s the true gift in your life, and you’d take him over that life any day. He’s the best, truly.

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive, since Tom comes puffing into the room, his heavy footsteps coming to a halt in the doorway as he hands over your abnormally large handbag.

“Here,” he gasps, but turns his gaze upon your hand, witnessing their marvelling at the rock he put there, “it is a pretty boss ring, isn’t it? Worth every penny.”

He bends down to ghost a kiss over your lips, his slightly long dark-blonde hair tickling your cheeks, smiling warmly down at you before deciding to sidle up next to you in the small gap between you and the arm of the sofa. However, half way down, his hip bones are digging in, and he winces up like he’s just been shocked. You know how sensitive his hip bones are, a fat you use against him incredibly often for all the best reasons, but today, he’s been so good, and you shan’t make him sit uncomfortably.

Keeping your hold on Ainsley--who’s almost asleep already, quieter than he was before with only faint gurgles escaping, their eyes droopy--steady, you begin to stand, and shuffle yourself up a bit, allowing Tom to take your previous seat, before placing yourself back down with as little ‘umph’ as you can manage, hooking your thigh over tom’s in the process. He knows what to do, it’s always been your calling card at home or at a party: as soon as you sling your leg over his, he pulls you into his lap eerie time, and today is no different. Well, perhaps it is, as he furrows his dark eyebrows inquisitively, gazing adoringly at you and the child in your arms, waiting for your nod okay before he hitches his arms around your waist and tugs you, as gently as he possibly can with his delicate grip, into his lap, giving you both ample space.

“Babe,” you whisper, “can you fetch the gift out of my bag?”

He’s instantly ferreting around until he finds the presents you neatly wrapped in polka dot paper, and hands them to Jonathan. Eagerly, they're unwrapped, and it seems that your many arguments over what to get Tom’s niece or nephew were worth it, considering the fact their eyes begin to brim with tears.

A soft grey elephant plush, holding a yellow heart, embellished with ‘Ainsley Felton, love Uncle Tom’, and a Peter Rabbit china crockery set for when they’re older.

“Thank you,” Zara exclaims, the way only a mother can, in gracious relief, “they’re adorable, so perfect.”

And before you know it, both you and Tom are being embraced wholeheartedly, as though you’re already their family. It’s been a life since anyone besides Tom hugged you, but this, this is nice.

“Well, lunch?”

Said lunch is a tumultuous affair, with a delivery pizza being ordered from the local dominoes, but with Ainsley so comfortable and calm in your arms, it was an elected decision not to move him, and instead, Tom fed you your pizza. It isn’t the first time, his love language seems to be feeding you things, but normally it's strawberries or chocolate truffles. Never before have you covered an entire medium pizza being fed to you while trying to avoid dropping any toppings or tomato sauce onto a peaceful baby, but that is just an indicator for the rest of the afternoon, Tom’s hands or eyes never once leaving you.

Completely accidentally, Jonathan and his wife drift off to sleep. You smile sadly at the sight, unable to blame them, they must be knackered, the problem simply lies in the fact that Ainsley begins to stir just as they drift off.

“See if there’s any milk in the fridge, please, I think they’re using formula.” you hiss to Tom, standing up cautiously.

Aghast, he grapples for words, “I-I’m sorry, what?!”

“Forget it,” you sigh, “take the baby and change him, please.”

“Change him?!” Again, that same tone of staggered surprise. “I don’t know how!”

“You have four nieces and nephews already, yes you do. He’s going to start screaming in a minute and wake your very tired, very groggy brother. Change the baby.”

When your eyes begin to thin, nostrils flaring, eyebrows raising, he knows not to mess with you, so he swallows thickly, his throat bobbing up and down, and scoops a crying Ainsley from your arms. As he treads upstairs, you find your way back into the kitchen, and find on the counter the bottles done with their sterilisation. This is okay, this is great, you know how to do this, and years of babysitting taught you exactly how to do this. It’s almost like that scene from Outnumbered, assembling the bottle with your eyes closed, muscle memory taking over from your brain. When your eyes flutter open, you almost let out a little squeal at your achievement. If only you could learn this all over again, have this life with a little child of your own, with Tom being as good a dad as he’s acting right now. When you handed him the baby, though, you couldn’t help but notice the fear that flashed over his face, paling him a shade, his pupils dilating to erase the blue. You wish he wasn’t so scared…

A few minutes later, with the kettle boiled and the formula made, you appear in the front room where Tom is swaddling Ainsley, holding the bean against his beating heart, making only the very slightest movements to entertain them.

“Give him a bit of tummy time while the milk cools, do you want to feed him?” you offer, stepping over the threshold .

“N-no,” he exhales slowly, “I think you’d best do that. Can I just put them down?”

“I’ll grab the mat from the corner”--you spied it as you walked in, a colourful crinkle mat rolled up and tucked away from view against the cream walls, behind the flat-screen on its grand stand--“and then yeah.”

Even as he puts Ainsley down, stomach first, onto the playmat, he looks petrified. Taking a seat on the floor to watch over them, you tug on Tom’s tan trouser leg. Indecisiveness gnaws at him, tugging him away from you, but he concedes to your widened puppy eyes, and tumbles onto the shag pile rug next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders like its second nature.

“You okay?” you whisper.

“Yeah, course. You?”

“Yeah.”

You let your head fall to his arm, a blissful smile creeping its way onto your lips when Ainsley looks you dead in the eye, hazel orbs twinkling, full of hope.

“I love you.”

“I know,” he hums, “I love you too.”

“Then why are you being so… prickly with me today?”

He shifts away from you the most miniscule amount, “I’m not.”

“We’ve been together for years, Tom. I know when you’re bloody lying.” you lower your voice for the final words, “now tell me why you’re being such a pouty puss.”

You mimic his frown, knowing full well that he hates it when you do so. He hates seeing you sad, even if it's just pretend, so makes a swooping move to kiss the frown away.

“Would you leave me if I said I didn’t want kids?” his voice breaks on the final word, little more than a whisper, but his next move is so animated that it almost startles you with the bottle in hand. “I mean, you know I want them. I love kids, I want us to have a family, but…”

“Nothing would ever make me leave you, Tom. You couldn’t do anything that’d cause me to fall out of love with you.”

The pain in your statement sends a shock through you, singing your heart, poisoning your mind, sending a sour bile running up your throat. No matter how many daggers shoot at your heart, it remains to be true. You’d do anything for him. If, tomorrow, he turned around and said he wanted the two of you to stay together but never marry and never have children, you wouldn’t back down without a fight, but you’d accept it. Despite all your lifelong hopes, nothing trumps Tom.

“I’m gonna feed Ainsley now.”

Picking the baby up from the rug, you put a bib around his neck, and throw another cloth around you, taking a seat in the corner chair to feed him.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” he says, and walks out, shoulders slumped.

You watch him wistfully as he leaves the room, and even when he returns--refusing to look at you--your gaze is still trained on his every move, slumping into the shag pile rug to watch the TV on a low volume. You can feel his eyes on you, that burning pair of eyes that follow you everywhere, your every movement, his ears honed, trained to your every shift and whisper. The second you turn upon him though, he’s looking away.

“I’ll put Ainsley down now,” you announce after burping him, “we need to leave soon if we want to make it home before dark.”

He doesn’t even bat an eye as you sashay past him, Ainsley’s cries muffled by a dummy, but the second he hears your footsteps heading back downstairs, his own begin to thunder, pounding against the stairs to meet you halfway.

“Wait,” he whispers, “come on, sit down, talk to me. I love you.”

A sigh heaves your chest, “I love you too. Talk about what?”

“You’re being arsey with me.”

“Because you said you don’t want kids!”

“Well I didn’t mean it, I’m just”--he pinches the bridge of his nose, and ushers you up on the stairs, your calves hitting the carpet--“there’s a lot to think about. We just met the kid, and I saw how your face lit up when you held him.”

“You know I want kids, Tom.”

“I know, but can we not talk about kids for a second? I want to talk about you. You’re my fiancée, I want to make you my wife. I’m just scared.”

“What of? You have nothing to be scared of. I’ll be here no matter what.”

“That’s why I’m scared!” he exasperates, flailing his arms about, “I don’t want you to senselessly follow me and love me if I can’t give you what you want. I’m scared of fucking this up, fucking you up. I’m scared of this going wrong, with children or marriage or saying something wrong, because I can’t lose you.”

“Tom,” you murmur.

Your hand flies up to cup his jaw, grazing your thumb over the stubble growing there, the faintest shadow.

“I love you. I- I need you. Y/N, sweetheart, please. I just wanna stay how we are, just stay this way for a bit, slow down because the world is moving too fast, and I’m gonna fall, but I can’t drag you down with me.” he croaks, cradling your neck with trembling, callused hands. “Can we stay how we are? Just us? Just you and me?”

“Babe you aren’t gonna lose me. Everything else off the table, we’ve got this, we’ve got us. We can stop the world and get off if that's what you want. Nothing is immediate, everything can wait.” you promise, your eyes boring into his.

All at once, his lips come crashing down onto yours, swallowing any inhibitions with his lavishing tongue, his hot breath slanting and fanning over your lips, leaving innocent adoration in their wake. Until a piercing scream resounds.

“Except maybe that.”

You duck from his grip skilfully, and slip into Ainsley’s room, two fingers reaching out to tickle their stomach, causing the scream to hiccup in their throat momentarily. Then, as if wondering what to do next, he just stares up at you imploringly, questioningly.

“Come on Ainsley, I just set you down to sleep. Be good and let mummy and daddy sleep too, okay?” you coo, tucking his blanket back up to his neck, slipping his cuddly toy closer, “go back to sleep.”

This child is already one with an attitude, you can tell that by the vehemence with which he yells out. You don’t even have to think twice before you’re stooping into the cot, swathing him in blankets, and lifting him to your bosom, where his screams fall to mere gurgles.

“Do you think he’s sleeping in the bed with them?” you ask Tom, keeping your voice at a steady whisper even with the slight bounces you’re offering the baby, “because I think that causes parental problems above all else because they’re being kicked in the back all night. Still, decreases the risk of SIDS. Why do they have a cot up if they are? He can’t sleep without contact…”

You don’t even realise you’re thinking aloud until Tom presses his thumbs into your shoulders, buckling your whole body. It’s the instant tension reliever, truly, and your shoulders do seem tighter today, perhaps from all the baby wrangling.

“Lets just sit, shall we?”

You do, taking up refuge in the front room once again, with an extra blanket of his, as well as a supply of cuddly toys, rattles, and dummies. Tom watches you with fascination for the rest of the afternoon, everything you do drawing his full attention; enticing, entrapping. His heart swells at the sight of you bouncing Ainsley around to make him laugh, cooing and giggling with him to coax a smile back after a wail that you hushed down, holding him so closely as he sleeps. He’s finally seeing it, after all these years, you, in your true home habitat, caring for a child, so kindly, so motherly, so naturally. Everything you do instantly seems to set the infant at ease. He knows it should be him, Ainsley is his nephew, but… you’re just better.

In fact, before he even realises it, he’s craving what he doesn’t have. Not that he can’t have it -- you’ve been together for a long time, you’ve discussed a future with children more times than he can count, and of course he wants it. Tom, he’s always wanted to be a dad, to read his kids books and sing them lullabies and show them what daddy did for work… but it's always been a pipe dream. Your wishes of a family have never come to fruition, and all because of his selfish fears.

The world can’t stop turning just because he’s getting cold feet and wants to climb off for a minute to catch his breath. That’s not how life works. If you want something, you’ve gotta grab it by the balls, because the opportunity will be gone before you know it. And with Tom? He won’t lose you because he won’t take a chance to make you happy and give you what you want. If anything, seeing the crestfallen look that settles between your brows when you actually have to give Ainsley back to their parents just further instils and confirms the idea in his head. There’s his future, in his mind's eye, as clear as day. This is what he needs to do, but better still, this is what he wants.

The drive back to your home is spent in relative silence, and a pensive one at that. You know like instinct that Tom is replaying your final conversation with Jonathan and his wife the same way you are. After all, the simple words did put a dampener on your reconciliation. Your hand is on the gearstick the whole way, though, your fingers entwined with his, the simple contact enough for you. You were right at lunch: all day it's been his hands or his eyes on you: you like it when it's both simultaneously, the way it was when you said your goodbyes.

Tom’s hands settled on your hips, his chin atop your head, and you just fell into his enveloping warmth, smiling lazily at the couple you rescued for the afternoon.

“Thanks so much, we owe you one.” Jonathan said, giving Tom another one of those manly hugs as you stand in the dusk-darkened wooden porch.

“Really,” Zara chimed in, her feet shuffling on the tiled floor as she held her husband's hand, “you’re welcome to have him any time. That is, of course, if you don’t have a little one of your own by the time you’ve recovered from that blighter.”

You forced a dry chuckle at her words, an awkward sound, but you seemed to recover well enough, “Well Ainsley’s been a pleasure, and I’m glad we could give you some respite. Take care.”

“And you. Drive safe.”

“We will,” Tom said, offering them a smile, flashing his keys, keeping his grip on you resolute, “thanks for having us.”

Their words still loom over you like a dark cloud. It was a throwaway comment, one they’d have thought nothing of, and most people, and even you on a good day, but you’d had that… spat earlier on that changed everything. Dredging it up would just put an even further dampener on your mood, though, and with a drive home in the semi-darkness already hanging over you like a massive impending storm cloud of fear, that’s definitely not ideal.

“Nice baby, Ainsley,” Tom mentions, turning his indicator on to pull off the dual carriageway.

“Yeah, and he’s cute.”

“Nice eyes.”

And a couple more comments like those are the only conversation you share as the journey goes by, but soon enough, you’re on the home stretch, and your street rolls into view. With your head comfortably rolled back against the headrest, your eyes shut from a tiring day of exertion and childminding , you don’t notice Tom stepping out the car and unravelling his grip from you. Only does it become apparent when he opens your door and unclips your seat belt, kissing your lips tenderly, the chapped skin arising you from whatever zoned out, thoughtful state you were in before.

“Come on, let's get you inside sweetheart.” he murmurs, taking your hands in his as he helps you out the car, His chivalry never fails to astound you--he even carries your bag.

“Thanks darlin’.”

You follow him inside, kicking off your shoes routinely, shrugging off your coat to hang on the peg with your name etched above it. What happens next, though, is what shocks you the most: this isn’t part of your normal ‘returning home’ routine, not if you’ve had a day as tiring as this one. You’re neither complaining nor disappointed, though. How can you be when Tom’s lips latch onto your pulse point and he has you writhing in seconds, only his arm around the small of your back there to support you.

In one fell swoop, he has you spun around and pinned to the wall, his figure with lust-blown eyes hovering above you, every line in his face so loving, even the subtle part of his lips. They only do that when he’s so desperate to kiss you he can barely breathe, when he’s so eager to confess his love again and again that all other words are inconsequential. This is your Tom.

“Let’s try for a baby.” he says, completely resolutely, no trace of hesitation anywhere in his perfectly, delectably gruff tone. “I want one, I want us, and I don’t wanna wait to build a family with you.”

You can feel tears begin to form in the corners of your shock-widened eyes. This… this is- What changed his mind? Just hours ago, he was hell bent against the idea, but now? His cheeks are glowing at the mere prospect. Courtesy and patience be damned, that is if you can get the words out with how choked up you are…

“Really? Y-you mean it?”

His faint smile widens into a full blown grin, one that confirms everything for you. This is it, this is the Tom you agreed to marry, the happy Tom, the smiley Tom, the one who can barely contain his excitement even as he nods, a stray lock of dark blonde hair falling into his eyes as he does so.

Reasonably, you can’t be expected to hold back, and when his hair gets long enough that it falls into his eyeline? That’s your main weakness, so who can blame you when you catapult yourself up onto him, your legs joining around his wait, your arms settling around his neck. He holds you right back, catches you like he was already waiting, and pins you against the wall again. Perhaps the serotonin is too much as you both grin into a searing kiss, the every press of his lips against yours holding more passion than you can fathom a cohesive thought about. He’s… incredible.

And besides, with this enthusiasm, his kiss alone leaving you gasping and clutching onto his hair for some kind of grounding, perhaps it’ll be the first time lucky…

#tf #draco malfoy #dracotok #tom felton #tom felton x y/n #tom felton imagine #british toms #felton #tom felton fluff #tom felton angst #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco x reader #tom x reader #tom felton x reader #dad tom

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night-market-if · 3 years ago

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Wellll how about the ROs favorite thing to do in the Night Market??

Milo: Eat. Hands down, it is to eat and drink. He is one of those guys that knows each stall owner well and likes to go socialize with them all while having a bite. Milo is a very fixed presence within the market, and his laughter is as much a part of the bustling streets as anything else.

Hazel: When Hazel does venture out, she loves the fabric district. She loves running her hands up and down the different reams of fabric available, and absolutely adores looking at all the patterns. She's not the greatest seamstress, but that won't keep her from buying.

Gabriel: He is a harder one. He is constantly working and doesn't take a lot of time for himself. But the man loves music. While he won't actively go to a spot to sit and listen to anything live, he does enjoy when he gets to wander the streets and there are minstrels or sidewalk performances. He is prone to taking a little extra time on his rounds during those days.

Belladonna: Hers is something done in a bit more secret. Belladonna is such a public figure that when she does get some free time within the market, she is on the quest for rare books. The woman will never admit it, but she is a book hoarder. She makes sure to keep in good graces with the Book Baron, simply so she has first dibs at whatever comes in.

#asks #character creation #character development #the night market #interactive fiction #if wip #if fiction

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fireyhotsupertalia · 3 years ago

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Hi! :]

So uh... What's your headcanon/how do you imagine/see the Constructicons as humans

Like, what could be your version?

Your fic for the Constructicons' week got me curious about this hehe :]

Hey! Cool question and I'll start by saying I like writing human (ish) aus with the constructicons and seekers but Constructicon wise I've got other fics with them as humans (ish) if you wanna read a bit more would

first is "Space Force" which follows the lives of the seeker pilots and constructicons in the US military, the Space Force. rated M not for kids and I'm not actively writing it right now.

second is a the Storm Seas au starting with "Stormy Seas" (M rated) and I'm actively writing "Beyond the Storm" (E rated for human/mermaid nsfw stuff) but Hook is a Paramedic in a small town and Maine after he was saved by Scrapper, a local mermaid, after being lost in the storm. Once they make it home they have to learn to live with their new found relationship. Hook is a human but the others are mermaids.

would love people to read but this isn't really meant to be a proper promo of those as for my more general headcanons (which I well change for stories) Scrapper I like writing in his 30s. He has dark brown hair, hazel eyes, 6’3” and he has noticeable scars crisis crossing his face and some on his upper body (different injuries depending on the au). He's been friends with Mixmaster longest. He’s an artist his who enjoying drawing, painting, and architecture. As a human I say he was born from Montana living the youngest with a bunch of sisters. (As a mermaid he was born on the East Coast of the US like the others.) He is also in some for of relationship with Hook (marriage and odd form of dating) as human he also likes tattoos and piercings. Hook is (was) a Captain in the military depending on his age (30s to 40s). He as amber colored eyes, dark brown hair, is about 6’0” and doesn't have a six pack but is still in shape, he's also Hispanic (father from Mexico) and white (mother from England) meaning he can go from very white to having a dark tan (often with a farmer's tan) depending on how much time he spends in the sun. He's in the medical field somehow as a doctor or paramedic often with engineering in his background. He's from West Texas but do to a fairly isolated childhood he doesn't have a 'southern accent' but an odd one with a bit of an upper class English accent in it though can sound like a movie cowboy if he tried. His Mother was very strict (father I'm not sure really) do to oveer protectiveness and he was smart to the point of finishing High School at 12 thus he was isolated and it translates to bluntness as an adult and not really liking people so he doesn't make friends easy (Outside of the Constructicons Skywarp oddly enough likes and annoys the hell out him). At 18 ish he gets away from his parents ending up in the military to support himself. Scrapper brought him friendship with the others, Scavenger is the relationship I write depending on how I feel in the moment Space Force AU Scavenger is his son. Storm AU they aren't related at all Scavenger is a mermaid and in love with Hook. Scavenger is the youngest when related to Hook he's a kid 16 ish depends on Hook's age) and when not related to Hook he's a young adult in his 20s. As an adult he's about 5'11 has orange amber eyes and black hair. He is also colorblind (for the most part hasn't come up in mermaid au yet) again depends on how I write it but it's often a type of Blue related colorblindness either thee less sever Blue-Blind Tritanopia. Or the sever achromatopsia- Blue Cone Monochromat which makes him legally blind and he hates bright lights from it as well. Though despite his limitations he’s still a happy. Love animals specially horses. And he's a bit of a hoarder (collector is asked). He's often from Florida (or Maine in au) Though might change to West Virginia if I make another au where he’d work in mines. Also even unrelated to Hook is Hispanic as well

Mixmaster is often the woman of the group or at least born female, Mixmaster I can see as man/woman/NonBinary anything in between honestly (I’ll use He pronouns here) depends on the story though he looks pretty much stays the same which is androgynous with breast bond in someway half the time, keeping his black hair in a short undercut, about 5′7″ (the shortest) also has hazel eyes, and is 30s same as Scrapper. A fun pair/friendship I like with him is Acid Storm (another I often see with any number of gender IDs depending on AU.) Outside of that I like pairing Mixmaster with Scrapper and Hook. (Hook is still on the fence about it, he’s on the fence about Mix as a whole, Scrapper is ok with it but wouldn’t cheat on Hook). He’s from Detroit Michigan with the Mixmaster and Scrapper of the TFA universe as his two dads. In a military setting he doesn’t have a a serious stutter or mental illness but he does in other aus, the stutter is sever and the mental illness just depends on the au. He also works with chemicals and or likes cooking and will try and eat almost anything at least once.

Bonecrusher is a former marine, he was on bomb squad on a crew with a minesweeper (Bayverse) and ended up losing his arm now has prosthetic, despite this he still enjoys the work and as a civilian works in demo and likes building bombs (he’s the one who gets looks when there’s a mad bomber running loose in a place he’s never been too). He's second youngest mid 20s to early 30s, 6'1, dark brown hair, hazel eyes and is from Oklahoma, he has the Southern western drawl people joke ‘that’s how Hook should sound’ (Same American Voice actor) neither like it. He also came with the do large pitbull named Omega Supreme. Gravedigger is still his younger brothers.

LongHaul is tall, very tall 7′1″ and big with a good amount good weight, he also hates baseball and thinks the weather is ok, He’s from Keon Nevada, think large mining town meets old school Las Vegas. He’s also half Arapaho Native American. Having black hair, with a bit of gray, and honey amber eyes. He’s the oldest late 30s or 50s. He wasn’t born on the reservation (gotta double check notes to say which one) but spent time going back and forth to spent time with family. He grow up poor and complained about it, but despite that worked hard and was able to drag himself out of it to leave Keon (sometimes joins the military, sometimes it was just figuring out how to work blue collared jobs that make money without college) and he ended up with Scrapper’s group. ((Stands to stay in the Mermaid au he had a long term mate with four pups (Hauler, Scoop, Quickmix, and Hightower) from her and they lost her to cancer, haven’t done that in a human au but I still might use that back story))

Devastator would be the groups dog (can’t say in Mermaid au yet it’s a spoiler) but he’s a very big dog very strong and a good protector, only likes the group.

As a group I like any form of shipping (Not with related parties or minors of course) Scrapper/Hook of course, also like Scrapper/Scavenger, Hook/ Scavenger, Scrapper/Bonecrusher, Scrapper/Mixmaster, Scrapper/Scavenger/Hook, Scrapper/Mixmaster/Hook (Scrapper is my group whore clearly), also like Mixmaster and Hook as friends the way I like Hook and Skywarp as friends. Long Haul and Bonecrusher are my brotp and Scavenger think Long Haul is the best.

Outside of that ships I like are Mix/Acid storm and again Skywarp/Hook could be cool, and Hook with a female Medic named Moonheart is also something I could write.

And that’s all I can really think to say atm! let me know what you think!

@yeh-this-is-level

#Constructicons #humanformers #Mixmaster #Scrapper #Long haul #scavenger #bonecrusher #hook #long post

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broad-strokes87 · 3 years ago

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My couriers info sheet part 1

Name: Delilah Colonel GraveBell

(Note: I know there is a companion mod that is named Delilah, but I promise the name is the only thing that’s similar with my Courier and that companion! 😊)

Last name is changed, she gave herself this name after Benny shot her, based from reading books/news articles about how some people used to be unintentionally buried alive in the 19th Century and grave bells were common places to alert people someone was still alive. She found this to be a fitting last name.

Age: 32

Birthday: April 25, 2249

Birth place: Dothan, Alabama. Descendent of vault 168

Hair: ginger

Eyes: hazel

Voice claim: Elsa dutton (played by Isabel May in 1883…. I just really like her voice)

S- 3

P- 4

E- 8

C- 9

I- 5

A- 6

L- 3

Main perks: animal control (2), bug stomper (2), life giver, night person, purifier, sneering imperialist, triggers discipline, day tripper, beautiful beatdown, loose canon, rad absorption

Skill specks in: bartering, explosives, melee and speech.

good: savior of the damned

Reputation:

Vilified with- Caesar’s legion, great khan’s, powered gangers.

Liked with- the strip, goodsprings

Accepted with- Followers of the apocalypse, freeside

Idolized with- NCR and Novac

Weapon specks:

Short range- modded 9mm pistol with scoop

Long range- assault carbine

Melee- power fist (GRA)

What’s in her bag?:

*Vault jumpsuits for Sarah

*chinese stealth armor

* A hoard of Stimpaks

*antivenom (damn Cazadores)

* enough chems to put a Yao Guai down (only got addicted 5 times. She can stop at any time!)

*has 373 legion denarius, trophy of her kills

*teddy bear

*too much ammo, she doesn’t even have a gun for some of the ammo she has. Hoarder.

Likes to use flame thrower and frag grenades on occasion. Did the shadysands shuffle 1.

Brief overview and context of her homeland: (warning: mention of racism and slavery against Ghouls. Events takes place during fallout 2)

Alabama. Place didn’t get hit by a nuclear bomb, about the only affects the city got was mutations of people, animals and plants. It happened more so in the people as ones that lived through the fallout turned into ghouls, but surprisingly vault tech had a lot of willing buyers in the southern states.

The population of humans is much higher than ghouls in Alabama as the mutated animals were far too much to handle in the early years after the war, raiders definitely had a hand too so most ghouls traveled out of the state.

Vault 168 is located in Dothan, Alabama. This part of the state has a high level of invasive species coming from Georgia in Florida since it’s near the border of both states. With the influx of animals and some of similar species this has lead to Radgators growing to near monstrous sizes with the surplus of genetic material from the invading species!

There aren’t as many super mutants in the south, but there are a good number of genetic mutations. Much like in point lookout in fallout 3 there has been a case of inbreeding in the more isolated areas like near and in the swaps of Alabama.

These lands are harsh and filled with very dangerous creatures: raiders, tribals and just people trying to survive have made these lands their home through the work of poaching. Though they couldn’t get to the high level of poaching with the Energy weapons they have if it wasn't thanks to Colonel Samuel.

Colonel Samuel is an ex brotherhood of steel. He used to be Sentinel Samuel Birney. He was highly regarded by his brothers and sisters in the brotherhood, but as he got a bit older he started to let his true beliefs slip. Its no question that the brotherhood has hatred towards ghouls, but Samuel was a step lower than that. While the brotherhood sought to kill ghouls, while it was a general rule to not purposely kill non ferals (tho no harsh punishment would come to those who did) potshots seemed to be accepted.

Samuel however, believed that instead of killing or threatening the non ferals that the brotherhood should just… enslave them! He has the belief that ghouls should be indebted to humans and such serve humans as a thank you for mercy. He’s ignorant in the sense that he believes that ghouls had a part in the war as well. Why else would they become the creatures they are now?

These beliefs were not tolerated by the high elders, they see ghouls as abominations and they need to be killed. When his ideals started to get more open the elders decided to “honorably“ discharge Samuel this obviously pissed him off and he right out quit the brotherhood. Samuel decided to return to the home land of his great ancestor whom served in the civil war, Alabama. He explored all of the lands that he could, some areas are still irradiated from the bomb that dropped in Atlanta Georgia but it’s a small amount.

Samuel introduced the work of energy weapons where ever he visited. He had known information thanks to the scribes he was once friends with. He knew how to find and how to maintain these weapons. He was a great benefit to the land and it’s people! While in Dothan he stumbled across vault 168, he knew he had to get inside, to “save” the people of their isolation.

(Warning: Injury to eye)

While she might be okay over all, Delilah does have both Hyphema and Subconjunctival hemorrhage to her left eye. Getting shot had cause a flooding of sorts to occur in her eye as she was shot fairly close to her eye in general. Most of her blood vessels in her eye were ruptured from the blow of the two bullets.

I can’t say for sure if she’s fine, she does have the occasional “bloody tears” she has 50% vision still so she’s not totally blind in her left eye she is at risk of going completely blind or losing her eye due to the pressure. But she’s deal with that when it happens.

She does suffer from short term memory loss as well. She often forgets what’s she’s doing or where she’s at.

Accessories to note: her cross (one sim) and she has to hand made rings that are made from the bang button of two 9mm bullets. (Not on sim) and she has a rosary around her right wrist. (On sim)

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #OC #my courier #Delilah GraveBell

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oyasuminto · 3 years ago

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I don't know if Tumblr ate my ask or not, but if it didn't— sorry if this is annoying! Just wanted to make sure and send the ask again for my DoL OCs.

— stardust anon

Casey the Tutor: Casey is considered to be an honors student (teacher's pet according to some students) but in reality they're very cunning and has dirt on almost every student they could collect info on. They're pleasant upon first meeting and offer tutoring sessions to students who are struggling. However, sometimes they will use more... 'motivating methods' to help them out. Casey is tired of being put on a pedestal as the perfect child and sometimes does some rather questionable, off putting, and naughty things in the shadows. Even if someone tries to speak out about their actions, would anyone really believe the school's star student is capable of such things? They're a sneaky little shit who is still kind to those deserving of it; offering water and clothes to students who they find laid in the hallways after unfortunate encounters. (Hair color: Light Brow, Eye Color: Turquoise, Height: Male - 5'10 Female - 5'4)

Brooke the Detective: People who seem to have a hard time defending themselves from the grimy hands of the townfolk have taken a liking towards Brooke. They are someone who saves them in their time of need and a bit silly. So it's okay if they ask for some time to hang out at either the cafe or park! They helped them, so it would be the right thing to do to repay them, correct? That is until repayment comes in other forms... Refusing would result in them passive aggressively pointing out how they've done so much and it'd be a shame if you were randomly jumped by a group of strangers. A darn shame if you ask them. Lowkey though, some may catch them making snide remarks towards Bailey if you're lucky enough. Brooke overall, has lots of power on their end and they love it but aren't really harsh with it unless you make them the bad guy. (Hair Color: Dark Brown, Eye Color: Hazel, Height: Male - 6'0, Female - 5'9)

Drew the Nurse: They're tired. Simple as that. They hate this town, honestly but the job pays decently and they just believe they're too fucked up to be anywhere else. They're pretty good nurse if you can push past the constant frown, yawning, sarcasm and strong smell of coffee (and you might be reaching with the slight hint of alcohol). Keeps really quiet about things, especially with what sort of things they know and are into (don't look at their browsing history). They always insist on not trusting them or anyone in the hospital, even though they're not completely aware with the whole situation. It's just a hunch they have. (Hair Color: Dirty Blonde with Grey Hairs, Eye Color: Dull Silver, Height: Male - 6'4, Female - 6'0)

Ray the Collector: So much is not known about this... Person if you can call them that. Everyone in the school deems them extremely weird with how they go off on tangents, are a hoarder, and seem to hate when people take their stuff. To the point where people have walked off with something bruised or broken. They're nice to people who genuinely take an interest in them though. Though the one most weary around them is Sydney for some reason... You can catch Ray wandering around the park and beach to look for collectables as they talk all about what the item is. Extremely hyperactive and silly. They just do what they want. (Hair Color: Red, Eye Color: Aqua, Height: Male - 5'6, Female: 5'2)

OOOH THESE OCS ARE VV COOL

Model student who's actually a little rat bastard? GOOD

Skeevy detective who's still nicer than 70% of the town? GOOD

Tired nurse who just wants a goddamned break? GOOD

Strange cryptid packrat with a lil rat hoard? GOOD

#Not Writing #DOL Chat #Other People's OCs #OC Talk #Asks #Stardust Anon

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jt-artsandfics · 4 years ago

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Hello there. Could I possibly get a matchup with the Bad Batch? If ur still doing it that is...

I’m 5’8 with short brown curly hair. I’m kinda skinny (only because i have an eating issue) with a slim structure. My eyes are a weird colour, mixed with green, blue with a orange/brown ring around the iris (no it’s not hazel). I enjoy art, listening to music, writing, crafts, and just about anything that I can create. I enjoys cities, especially at night but I do enjoy nature during the day. My favourite season is winter and autumn. I’m not very confident and i tend to stutter and get lost for words, can’t always say what’s on my mind because most of the time I’m not even sure what’s going on up there. Im more of a listener than a talker although when I get really interested in something I’ll talk for hours. I’d say I’m a curious soul with an understanding heart. Im a mix between an extrovert and a introvert. Who is sleep? Never met them. I love coffee and tea, mostly tea (earl grey). Bit of a sweet tooth. Tend to do little dances when I’m happy. I like to chew if things, especially when anxious or stressed. I’m pretty chill with anything and everything. Not a fan of loud noises or yelling as it sometimes scares me. And I’m a hoarder/collector, I hoard almost anything and everything. Lol sorry if this is a bit much, ty. Hope u have a nice day/night :)

I bad batch match you with...Tech

-Tech isn't very social so it's almost a miracle when Hunter somehow gets you two to work together. At the start your both very quite not talking much to each other other then asking for each other to pass different items to each other.

-tech towers over everyone is 6'4 he maybe a bit of a nerd but he's a strong tall nerd.

- alot of things fascinate him, your eyes being one of them. He loves the colours to them, you have on many occasions caught him 'studying' you.

- he really enjoys having you help him and doesn't feel pressured into having to talk but once you both open up there is no way to get you to stop.

-late nights up reading, working and chatting over anything that comes to your minds

-Tech understands that sometimes it's hard to talk, he's been shot down may of times when talking about things he enjoys or knows. So he in very patient with you. He tries not to info dumb on you to much.

- He will routinely make you tea/Caf when he makes his of a morning

-the first time he sees you do a lit trle happy dance he knows he's in love with you. It wasn't over anything important but a little tho g that he had made for you or helped you with. He's a love struck man. He's the defection of leaning on his hand staring love struck at you.

- he doesn't have the courage to tell you so Crosshair is the one who 'bullies' him into telling you with the. "If you don't tell them then they are free game"

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Tech's eyes never leave their form as he watches them do a happy little dance down the main hall of the Havoc Marauder.

Tech rest his chin on his gloved hand and smiles his eyes following them as they chat with hunter. He can see them use their hands as they talk excitement written all across their face.

A shadow cast over his face and his eyes flick to Crosshair who Takes a seat on the other side of him. Tech raises an eyebrow to the sniper.

"You know that the boys and I have a bet running over when you are going to ask them out" he says, he rolls the tooth pick across his teeth and keeps his eyes on watching down the hall.

Techs eyes widen as he shifts his body to be facing his brother. " If you don't do it tech one of us boys will, they are nice and like you. It's the reason I haven't made a move on them, but if you don't pull it togethe. I will" Cross says his eyes landing on tech this time.

Tech looks to the table and anywhere so that he doesn't meet Crosshairs gaze. Tech stands up and makes his way over to where 'they' stand near Hunter.

Tech clears his Throat, Hunter smiles and gives a quick nod before walking back to the cockpit. Tech grabs their hand gentle making them look to him. "Can I have a word in private with you?" He ask looking to Crosshair as a way to tell him to leave.

Crosshair gets up and walks to the cockpit where the rest of his brothers are. He turns to look back down to them.

He can feel his nerves on fire, he shouldn't be this worried all the data and information he had collected had proven that he had a 94% chance of them saying eyes when he asked but is always that 6% that scares him.

"Tech?" His eyes shoot back to him as they smile up to him. " Tech are you alright?" They ask lightly. He nods before letting out a sigh. He closes his eyes.

When he opens his eyes again he takes a breath trying to get the courage to ask finally.

"May I kiss you?"

"Of course you can!" They laughed, their arms reach up and grab the front of his blacks to pull him down to them. His lips press agaisnt theirs awkwardly but he doesn't let go. His arms moving to wrap around them. He pulls them closer breaking the kiss to smile at them.

"Took your time tech" hunter calls out from the hall.

Wrecker looks almost broken as Crosshair nudges him "you owe me 3 credits now Wrecker" the sniper says.

"Leave them alone the lot of you" echo away a from further in the ship.

#tech the bad batch #the bad batch tech #the bad batch #the bad batch x you #the bad batch x reader #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb x reader #the bad batch tech x reader #tbb tech x reader #star wars #star wars clone wars

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s1st3r · 4 years ago

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Hello there. Could I get a Clone Wars/Bad Batch ship please! Whatever works for you :)

I’m 5’8 with short brown curly hair. I’m kinda skinny (only because i have an eating issue) with a slim structure. My eyes are a weird colour, mixed with green, blue with a orange/brown ring around the iris (no it’s not hazel). I enjoy art, listening to music, writing, crafts, and just about anything that I can create. I enjoys cities, especially at night but I do enjoy nature during the day. I love the stars, especially when it’s a clear night and the moon’s out. I’m not very confident and i tend to stutter and get lost for words, can’t always say what’s on my mind because most of the time I’m not even sure what’s going on up there. Im more of a listener than a talker, although when I get really interested in something I’ll talk for hours. Never really had a group of friends or anything, kinda was just there. The social reject or the weird one. Not that i kind of course, i like being different. I’d say I’m a curious soul with an understanding heart. Im a mix between an extrovert and a introvert. Who is sleep? Never met them. I have a horrible sleeping pattern and normally fall asleep at ridiculous times late at night or early in the morning. Sometimes I’m still awake when the sun comes up, which is funny because I’m not really a morning person. I love coffee and tea, mostly tea (earl grey). Bit of a sweet tooth. Tend to do little dances when I’m happy. I like to chew if things, especially when anxious, stressed or bored. i also like to snack when I’m bored. I’m pretty chill with anything and everything. Not a fan of loud noises or yelling as it sometimes scares me. And I’m a hoarder/collector, I hoard almost anything and everything.

Thank you for ur request! Ok man this is quite a bit so here we go.

Your ship is...

Crosshair!!

First of all, Cross knows exactly what’s it’s like to be an outcast. To be different.

Now obviously cross isn’t exactly all hugs, kisses and comfort when u first meet, but once he hears ur story and spends time with u, he starts to develop a insy little bitty of a soft spot for u. Which gets a little bigger...and bigger, until before he knows it, he is wrapped around ur finger. Totally smitten.

You’re curiosity is really to thank for bringing u together. When u first met, cross was distant and cold, but ur persistence to get to know him won out. He begrudgingly tolerated ur presence, then allowed it, then enjoyed it, before finally encouraging and anticipating ur company.

He finds ur creative nature intriguing and compelling; you’re intoxicating. You’re love for the moon, stars, and sunsets makes him see them all as if for the first time. It’s funny how little he could really see before u came, even with his enhanced sight.

He understands ur inability to sleep and offers any comforts he can, sacrificing his blanket or allowing u to rest against his side if it helps u sleep better.

As for ur anxiety, he observes it over time and, noticing ur habit, gives u a toothpick. It sounds a little strange, but u understand the gesture . And, so do his brothers. U think that their jaws all collectively hit the floor when, one time, u and cross were talking quietly together on his bunk and u just leant over and pulled a toothpick from his belt and start chewing as if it was perfectly normal.

He likes that ur more on the shy and quiet side. Not really because he likes talking, but because the two of u can lull into a peaceful silence that helps relax him after long, loud missions. But when it counts, the conversations u do have are usually really interesting since both of u have quite distinctively different interests. It’s not bad, just diverse in topics.

After hearing ur habit of collecting things, he starts to give u pretty rocks he finds on distant planets. You turn the little stones into a necklace that continues to collect the precious little stones.

He loves watching ur ritualistic task of making ur earl grey tea (thats my favourite tea too 😉) and then plopping down across from him, only to eye him happily with ur colourfully intricate eyes over the rim of ur mug.

You’re like a river in his dry desert, the sunrise after his cold nights. You’re water and fire, light and dark. You’re both complete opposites, yet somehow you work like cogs, fitting perfectly with one another; you compliment each other in a way that could not be put into words.

There is so much more to be said, but this is where I’ll leave it

~ Sister

#thank you for ur detailed description wow #i could honestly go on forever #shipping game #star wars #the bad batch #clone wars #tcw #bad batch #tbb #clone force 99 #crosshair

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hailbop1701 · 4 years ago

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25 Days of FicMas

December 17th prompt: Christmas shopping with a stranger (Modern AU)

Word Count: 2,154

Toy Shop Terror

Okay so this one is much lighter and fluffier than yesterday's prompt! They're not really together when shopping but this is what I came up with! I hope y'all like it!

-H❤🖖

Leonard McCoy ran a hand through his hair frantically; he was in the corner of a crowded toy store on Christmas eve looking for the “Harry Potter” section. Leonard marveled at how people were going completely insane over something their child will most likely play with for a week or two. Shaking his head he bobbed and weaved through the mass of angry, hurried customers keeping an eye for the isle he needed. Spotting the large sign Leonard ducked into the aisle to find it torn apart, “oh these poor workers,” he muttered eyes wide. Toys and merchandise lay scattered over the almost barren shelves and littered the floor. Stepping over large cardboard boxes that once held said merchandise Leonard groaned in frustration, “damnit!” he cursed, voice a deep growl. A loud shriek made him quickly lookup; he saw a pretty young woman stumble into the aisle clutching onto a stuffed panda bear like it was a lifeline, “same to you pal!” you shouted flipping off the man that shoved you out of the way. The gesture was reciprocated. Scowling you examined the bear carefully, searching for rips or tears. When you felt it was in okay condition you finally looked up to see him there with an amused expression on his face. “Some people,” you chuckled nervously, waving the bear around. You took note of the shelves Leonard was standing in front of and winced sympathetically. “Oh, Harry Potter that's tough, I’m sorry,” you grimaced at the state of things; Leonard huffed in agreement, “my daughter has been begging for the books for a while and I’ve been looking everywhere for the box set,” he muttered hand going through his already messed up hair again.

“Well I wish you the best of luck, god knows you’re gonna need it,” you said with a dry laugh. You looked around, clearing your throat you bit your lip, “have uh you seen the electronic section?” Leonard raised an eyebrow and pointed a thumb toward the back of the store, his own look of sympathy crossing his face. “Fuck, okay. Stupid drone is gonna be the death of me. Good luck and may the odds ever be in your favor, wait wrong series…” you trailed off scrunching up your face in thought. Leonard couldn’t help but chuckle at your antics; giving him a cheeky smile you gave him a two-fingered salute and dove back into the crowd. ‘What a strange woman,’ he thought with a crooked smile.

Sighing Leonard looked back at the barren shelves with slumped shoulders, “Maybe I should look for something else,” he murmured almost missing the sound of his phone ringing. Pulling the object Leonard looked at the caller ID, “I can’t talk now Jim,” he answered pressing a finger to his opposite ear. A faint voice whined from the other end of the call, “no I haven’t found it yet and I honestly don’t think I will. I knew I should have just ordered it off of-no, and no you can’t, that’s-I don’t care. Jim as your best friend I advise you that hitting on my sister is bad for your health," Leonard hung up the call and swiftly inserted himself into the crowd of shoppers.

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You bit your lip as you precariously balanced on some empty shelves hoping to peek over the throng of people. Your hunt for the drone your nephew had been begging for all year was nowhere to be found. Scanning over the crowd with a deep scowl on your face something caught your eye, a much older looking woman clutched three distinct green boxes to her chest. “Oh not today Brenda,” you growled the image of the cute forlorn father popping into your mind. You smirked at the thought of the guy, ‘I’m allowed. He had no ring…' your mind wandered as you pushed and shoved your way through shoppers. Scooping up an opened ‘Nerf Gun’ you cocked it and fired. The foam bullets bounced off of the woman’s head causing her to turn every which way. She screamed startled when one stuck itself to her coke bottle glasses. While she was distracted you slipped past sneakily grabbing one of the boxes from her stack. “Manager!” you heard her howl, glancing over your shoulder you grinned as no one bothered to give her a second glance. Whistling you tossed the plastic gun into a bin and held the box of books to your chest with the panda bear for your baby niece hanging from your fingers. “Now where is Mr. cute butt at…” you hummed thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the store, McCoy stared at a mass of stuffed animals and to his complete amazement, a pristine box holding a remote control drone sat amongst the bears, unicorns, and oddly enough poop pillows. Blinking he picked up the box, his mind drifting back to you. “Hold on to that tight man, last one!” an employee called to him as he passed. Holding the box closer Leonard eyed the people watching with envy as he walked by, “Alright darlin’ maybe I didn’t get what I came here for but that doesn’t mean you have to suffer,” he drawled searching for you in every aisle. Not looking where he was going he slammed into something small, it squeaked indignantly and he quickly grabbed the person steadying them. “Hey!” you both exclaimed with wide smiles.

You held up the Harry Potter box set proudly and Leonard practically sagged in relief, “did you-how-” he laughed in shock. You chuckled looking mildly guilty, “don’t ask and you won’t be implicated,” you whispered which made Leonard raise a single eyebrow. Instead of commenting, he held up the drone you were searching for, making you squeal in delight. You bounced on your feet as you exchanged items, “Thank you!” you gasped looking at the drone eyes sparkling, “My nephew is gonna die!” thinking for a second you held out your hand, “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N),”

Leonard couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he grasped your tiny hand in his much bigger one, “Leonard McCoy, at your service ma’am.” he replied smoothly. Happening to glance over Leonard’s shoulder you spotted the ‘Harry Potter’ hoarder from earlier nerf bullet still stuck to her glasses. Blanching you clutched onto Leonards’s hand tighter before turning around and running off pulling the confused man behind you, “move it McCoy unless you want to give up the books!” you yelped shoving people out of the way. Leonard was suddenly ahead of you now pulling you easily through the hoard of people toward the check out area. You stumbled a few times with him being a bit taller and faster than you, “whoa cowboy!”

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“I can’t believe you did that to get this,” Leonard barked out laughing, his shoulders shook as he sat across from you. You snickered munching on a french fry, “she had like three. I did her a favor those books were like a hundred and fifty a pop,” you muttered picking up your soda glass. Leonard smirked, “believe me darlin’ I know,” he huffed with a shake of his head. “Your daughter is lucky to have a dad like you,” you beamed at him picking up another fry from the basket you both were sharing. “I mean not many parents would be in a toy store on Christmas eve,” you said with a smirk. Leonard looked out the window of the little diner you had ducked into. Red tinted his cheeks and the tops of his ears, he shrugged after a minute, “She’s my world, there isn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for her,” he said looking back at you. He grabbed a french fry, “You visiting Georgia for the Holidays?” he inquired popping the potato into his mouth. Taking a sip of soda you nodded, “Yeah though not for long. I’ll be moving here pretty soon,” you grinned. “Oh really, where are you comin’ from?” Leonard asked eyes lighting up thrilled at the prospect of you living in Georgia, “Seattle, I’m a paramedic,” you said with a smile.

The conversation flowed easily; jumping from topic to topic. Leonard talked about how he was a doctor at Atlanta General and then you told him about the adventures from your profession. It would have flowed endlessly but the waitress walked over to your table saying that they were closing up soon; she smiled prettily at Leonard hoping he would take notice but he simply gave her a polite smile and paid for the meal.

Once the bill was paid and a generous tip was left Leonard helped you into your jacket. He grabbed both your bags and he shot down your protests. Walking to the door you were about to open it when he beat you to it. “And they said chivalry is dead,” you murmured with a crooked smile. “Sweetheart my momma would kill me if I didn’t treat you like a lady,” McCoy flirted as he walked you to your car. "Your mom is a smart woman," you chuckled. You took the shopping bags from Leonard and stowed them away into the trunk of your rental, turning you held out your hand “Lemme see your phone,” you giggled when he gave a confused look. He wordlessly handed it to you and watched as you added your number to his contact information. Taking a picture of yourself you saved it as one of his favorites before giving it back. “There now you can get ahold of me, you know in case you need help getting the Hunger Games or something. Though I don’t think the Brenda's of the world would appreciate it,” you grinned. Leonard snorted a laugh as he pocketed his phone again, “Okay Katniss,” he sassed opening your car door. Your grin grew bigger, “Doctor I am impressed,” you gasped placing a hand over your heart dramatically. McCoy’s laugh echoed across the almost empty parking lot; getting in the car you shut the door and started the engine quickly so you could roll down the window. “Well my girl likes books so I’ve been kept up to date on her latest favorites,” he said leaning down resting his forearm just above the window. “She sounds like an amazing girl,” you whispered with a soft smile, Leonard’s dark hazel eyes twinkled in the street light you were parked under. “She truly is,” he murmured back. The air became thick and full of something you couldn’t place, Leonard cleared his throat leaning back. “You should get going, your family is going to worry,” he sighed not wanting to see you go. Your smile turned sad, “Yeah my brother will have a fit,” you agreed, glaring at the car's dash clock. You said your "Goodbyes" and you were soon on your way back to your brother’s home with a lot of things on your mind; a handsome doctor being one of them.

The very next day you sat on your bedroom floor with a slew of presents waiting to be wrapped. Grumbling to yourself you struggled and fought with the wrapping paper, “Fold damnit!” you growled, voice muffled by the disposable tape dispenser in between your teeth. Your phone began to vibrate on the floor causing it to skitter in place, cursing you held the paper in place with one hand while the other grabbed the device. “H’lo,” your voice was muffled again. Rolling your eyes at your own stupidity you spat out the tape and tried again, “hello?” there was a deep chuckle from the other end. “(Y/N) it’s Leonard,” you sat up straighter a smile spreading across your face. “Len hey!” you greeted voice light, “I was wondering what your plans are for New Year’s Eve?” Leonard asked sounding nervous. ‘My god he’s adorable,’ you thought dreamily, “I’m not doing much just packing to head back to Seattle so I can then pack again to head back here,” you chuckled and facepalmed due to your ‘lameness,’

“I was uh- wonderin’ if you’d like to spend the day with me?” he asked making you scream internally, “Yeah I would love to,” you said hoping to not sound desperate. You heard a whispered voice in the background, “awesome Bones!” it said encouragingly. You bit your lip to keep from snickering. “I- uh that’s great! I’ll message you the details in a little bit!” Leonard said clearly smiling. “Daddy, can you help me with my braid?” the voice of a little girl hit your ear. ‘That must be Joanna,’ your heart warmed, “I have to go but I’ll talk to you soon,” Leonard promised lowly making you chuckle. “Okay Len, talk to you then,” you set your phone down and took a deep breath. “I think I’m going to really like it here,” you murmured to the butterflies fluttering around in your chest and stomach.

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