#Her saying she wants to be like me when she grows up 🤝 me being 7 years younger than her

[creepyscritches]

23 year olds acting like they're suffering under the brutal weight of aging only gets weirder and weirder the older I get. You are transitioning from teenager to young adult and if anyone is making you feel old for it, you're probably still surrounded by children. Don't be weird to the other adults in the room bc you have a hang-up on the passage of time.

[astro-rainbow777]

Astrology Observations

Volume I

Disclaimer: Please take these with a grain of salt as I am not a professional. These are just some of my observations I’ve seen from studying random people in my life. I hope you enjoy💕

💐I know someone at work with a Taurus stellium and one of her Hinge posts says her love language is gifts, and said (jokingly I hope) that she would preform sexual favors for a guy if he bought her m&m’s lmao. She also was hooking up with this guy at our work, that she had no intentions on dating, and would get sooooooo possessive if she saw him talking to any other girl. She also talks about being possessive all the time with her “play” friends ;)

🍬 I have my 6th house and Taurus and work with sooooo many Taurus placements. I chart 75% of my coworkers and the ones I talk to the most have Taurus placements, kinda cool.

❤️‍🔥As a Scorpio Moon I’ve found myself really drawn to and appreciative of the Aries Moon nature. They are so direct & assertive with how they feel. I appreciate this so much because I don’t ever feel the need to worry if they are hiding anything from me. Especially when you really get to know an Aries moon, what you see is what you get. They also validate and encourage me to express my big feelings which makes me feel so safe! As a lot of you know Scorpio Moons can be very secretive with our feelings because they can be so big and scary to others. The last thing we want to feel is ashamed for how we feel things and Aries moons get that, and they genuinely don’t hold a grudge against you for anything you say whenever you’re emotional. Just having that type of energy in a connection makes healing and growing in a relationship 10 times easier for us! Thank you sm to the Aries Moons out there! Just to add the 2 Aries Moons I am close with have Scorpio in their personal placements as well….if you don’t relate maybe that’s why lol

👽Scorpio & Virgo in big 3 🤝 Being the most observant people you will ever meet in your life! They pick up on the teeniest little things ever, for ex. If you have a stain or wrinkle anywhere on your clothes that’s the first thing they will pick up on. Also this combination is usually not a fan of change from my experience. Like if you move something from the “correct” place 4 inches over they will be like “Why are touching my shiz brah?”-Never fails. They like the routines and the consistency. They will literally spot a bird 10 yards away and be like omg is that a gRey-WIngEd trUmPetER?!?!! And I’m like how??? How did you even? These people notice everything, probably a great investigator too-same with Gemini/Scorpio placements!

♟️I promise you Virgo placements care about doing something “correctly/right” more than you do- even whenever it doesn’t directly effect them. They are so funny in the way that they operate I love them 😂 If you ask a Virgo to hang up a picture on the wall- please make sure you have a leveler!!!! They will spend 15 minutes minimum making sure that it’s even, if you don’t provide the necessary tools they will rehang something until it is perfection! Once a Virgo was doing a double nose piercing on me and kept redoing the mark of where she was going over and over and over again just to make sure it was perfectly even with my other piercing. Which I appreciated but I could tell if I left the shop with a lop sided nose ring it was going to bother her more than it would me! Very Wholesome peeps- ily guys fr 💙

☮️Gemini Venus’ do tend to be pretty loyal from my experience- but if they are bored or in an unfulfilling partnership they have the tendency to mentally cheat like doing tarot readings to see if their ex still thinks about them type of shh 😭Also the type to gossip about their partner or make up rumors about their relationship. Then they go home to their boo and act like nothing is wrong? 7th house Gemini tho can be very flighty whenever it comes to intimacy (I have this placement)- I am extremely loyal but if me and my partner get into a fight I’m prepared to break up always. I have a 7th stellium tho so I’m not sure how y’all would relate or not 💗

🏖️Leo moons NEED a creative outlet in order to be emotionally fulfilled imo! They thrive having their own little show-from what I’ve seen with these guys they love having a hobby they can share with the world and regularly be the center of attention. No joke-these people are some of the most talented beings I have met in my life! They 100% have a gift or a niche they get a lot of positive attention for and desire to share with the world. Every Leo moon I have been close with loves to perform for their loved ones- it is so wholesome like they are sharing a part of their soul with you⛲️

🐟Heavy 12th house placements (mainly Mercury & Venus) read poetry regularly or relate a lot to poetry. Even if it’s like little Tik tok or instagram posts. I’ve also noticed these guys like to just have books-even if they don’t read regularly? I lived with a 12th house Mercury w/ Neptune in the 1st house and they like to read poetry but only whenever they are depressed. I think that this individual in particular also just really likes for other people to think that they are super poetic themselves. They like to talk about poetry and the arts but I’ve lived with them for almost a year and they rarely do artsy things. Venus in the 12th though genuinely loves poetry and regularly reads it. Venus in 12th is also BEAUTIFUL AF but thinks they have nothing to offer most of time? Like I don’t understand. Blind to their own beauty but so quick to see everyone else’s. Angels 😇

🦀As a Cancer stellium (Mars, Venus, Jupiter) in the 8th, I have lied to people about how I am feeling, or what I am doing as a form of emotional protection. I used to rarely let my friends and family know how I am doing-especially if I’m doing bad. I regularly feel bad for being upset with others, and it leads me to just completely abandon emotional honesty if I don’t think someone will take to my feelings/boundaries well. I AM SENSITIVE AND DELICATE and I’m also damn good at hiding it for I have thine Scorpio Moon in 12th🧚‍♀️ People only know what I want them to know- I’m in therapy guys! So please don’t worry about me 🥸

🌝P.S. happy cancer season reeeeee

I hope you enjoyed my first lil observation!!!🎉

I encourage feed back and kind constructive criticism! Please lmk how you felt and how you relate! Let’s connect! Let’s talk! Mwah 💋

Ty sm for reading 💕

-Kya

⬇️FEAST YOUR EYES FOR THIS IS MY NATAL<3

🌈 I LOVE RAINBOWS 😇

[fullscoreshenanigans]

No other option for this poll since it's based on the options that won a top 2 spot in the previous rounds.

Grace Field Kids Edition Goldy Pond Edition Lambda 7214/Paradise Hideout Edition Free-For-All Edition Other Platonic Duo Polls Suggestions Post

Copypasta'd propaganda from my other posts under the cut:

Grace Field Poll: I was glad to see how well Don & Emma and Gilda & Ray were doing on the Grace Field poll. ;w; Both feel the most criminal to me given how big of a role Don and Gilda play in the series, but ultimately I went with Gilda & Ray because I couldn't think of any moment for them that was equivalent to Don being the first of the larger group of kids to voice his support for Emma's plan:

(Chapter 130)

Except for maybe this brief exchange they added to the anime:

(S1 Episode 12)

Episode 10 also nixes the scene of Don and Gilda privately conversing in the woods in chapter 31 and instead has Ray apologizing to Don and Gilda directly rather than just Emma, which is made even more poignant when you consider how strongly he reacted to Emma and Norman giving them false hope about still being able to save Conny in chapter 11/episode 4.

He's not even trying to feign the distance he self-imposed between them in his mind at this point. He's genuinely sorry for failing them for their own sakes, not as extra able bodies who could assist Emma and Norman outside the wall. And it's a genuinely distressing sight for the two of them, seeing him at his lowest point after everything he sacrificed for this plan.

To have her then knowingly hum and hold that look of fondness for him when she sees how shocked is, after years of believing a better outcome was impossible, and how worried he is, because try as he might to keep the other children at arm's length mentally there's a way Ray frets over and looks after them that is reminiscent of Gilda's own (they are united in being the Mom Friends™ of the escapees 🤝), is such a sweet, gentle kindness that they didn't have to include but I'm very glad they did.

Goldy Pond Poll: Emma & Oliver has always felt like one of the most pertinent dynamics to come out of Goldy Pond alongside Emma & Violet with the amount of focus each are given individually as effectively the leaders of the Grace Field escapees and Goldy Pond kids, respectively, and together. The latter is significantly less, unfortunately, but Oliver usually acts as Emma's point person when she needs to confer information/plans and Norman and Ray won't work for the situation because symbolically the scene calls for a representation of larger group cohesion with the kids she didn't grow up with.

Also, after losing so many older siblings at Grace Field and becoming the big sister/leader of them, it's nice to have her regain that kind of relationship with any of the Goldy Pond group; Oliver just happens to have more panels dedicated to it lol

(Chapter 69)

(Chapter 110 & 111)

(Chapter 122; this moment is so minuscule, but again we have Oliver acting in a leader role and Emma using him as a point of reference to confirm that taking it easy in this new place is wise and safe for everyone. If even Oliver thinks it's okay to act like this—to say nothing of the way he tells her so gently and in so few words—then she can rest a little more soundly.)

(Chapter 161)

(Chapter 179; he's not the only one given focus here, but I like that he's the one this bit ends on to drive the point home to Norman and Ray about Emma.)

And then this piece by @nagaikei-ajin is my favorite of the two of them for the intensity and parallels.

i want to believe emma and oliver are carrying on yugo and lucas’ will and even got a pair of gloves for remembrance... 

Free-For-All Poll: I'm glad other people are also fucked up by this panel of Ayshe & Mujika:

(Chapter 144)

The way she's staring at Mujika in rapt attention, left hand grabbing for hers while she holds her right in front of her chest to show how animated she is in the conversation, either because she's gesturing to herself or is at a loss for words in the the excitement of the moment or because the adrenaline from the skirmish with Hayato and Jin is wearing off and trying to will the words to spill forth.

It's been months since she's been able to hold a conversation with anyone in the language her father passed down to her because he believed it was something worth preserving of his culture from a millennia ago, so to be able to have that back with someone as kind and graciously loving as Mujika is something special.

[mirensiart]

We can be Fe3h trauma buddies together 🤝. I don't like the gameplay style of the FE series, but I was curious about the hype of Fe3h so I watched a streamer play it. And I really liked it and enjoyed the BL story a lot and then they started BE and I didn't care much for Edelgard at the start (due partially from starting with the BL story), but I wanted to see how her story went. I don't care what people like, I am not one to get upset that my fave isn't someone else's fave, but the chat refused to hear any even vaguely negative takes on Edelgard that I dropped the series right before the time skip of the BE. Like, I couldn't even say that I wasn't as immersed in the BE story without being attacked. It was horrible. Fe3h was interesting from the stories I got to see, but its fandom definitely made me weary to go into any other game. Also, being unfollowed/attacked because you don't like a character is so stupid, like those people need to grow up. They are all fictional!!!!! Anyway, sorry for the rant, just wanted you to know you are not alone in your Fe3h trauma.

Sincerely, a Blue Lions/Dimitri enjoyer who has no issues with you not liking him.

Ok so this is my personal hot take

But I feel like the best way to play fe3houses is by starting with the Golden Deer

Golden Deer is the one route that deviates from the whole Edelgard vs Dimitri drama, like it IS there, but it's way more subtle since Claude focuses more on other aspects of the whole fodlan shenanigans going on, going deeper into the church conspiracies, etc

Blue Lions is like extremely biased against Edelgard and like, it IS understandable why! And the Black Eagles have the Blue Lions as their main opposition since they side with the church and Edelgard is against the church, so again, if you start with the Black Eagles it IS understandable why you'd be biased against Dimitri

I personally started with Golden Deer and like, I didn't personally cared for the whole family drama between Edelgard and Dimitri when I later played BE and BL, like I didn't feel too strongly for either of them

(I prefer Edelgard over Dimitri but like I'm a lesbian what did you expect lmao but Claude clears both of them imo)

Anyway this is a very long way to say that the earlier discourse surrounding fe3houses is mostly cause people were (and still are I feel) very biased and protective over their first house, ESPECIALLY between the black eagles and blue lions fans

Which again, I get why since the game pushes a narrative if you start with any of those two, but it got ridiculous at some point

The golden deer are my first house and I love them deerly (lol) the only reason they're not my top 1 house is because it has my least favorite character in like the franchise lmao but she's also a fan favorite so I don't like talking about how I dislike her 🙈

Also, as a side note, the other games don't have fandoms as polarizing as this one, I LOVE the fandom when it comes to other fire emblem games, but the fire emblem 3 houses fandom is like a niche fandom of its own and I don't like engaging with it at all

You should give the series another try, fire emblem has excellent stories and characters, it's just the fe3h part of the fandom that's rotten sometimes

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

🖌️ 🩹 if you want? I always need more Joshua content (and the poor man is going to beat the lice-having allegations someday I swear)

Old Houses and Forever Homes - Joshua Whitmore/Reader

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N.

Wordcount: 6256

Summary: You've done it, you bought a house with the mysterious artist who captured your attention in a hospital parking lot, and you're more than ready to start this new chapter of your life with him as he builds the place up for you.

Notes: Lice check secure, he is all clear 👍 this ended up changing from my initial idea as I wrote this time, usually my ideas don't stray too much when it comes to readers unless they get away from me and become super long, but hey, that just means I can always write more for him hehe hope you like it, my fellow Joshua lover 😊🤝🖌️🤝😊

The house is everything you’ve ever wanted in a Forever Home, even if it did need some work done. Joshua was again proven wrong as you'd toured it together, the photos on the realty site had been old, due to the fact that the owners had been hiring someone to fix it up so they could update everything for the new year and hopefully bring in some buyers. Because of this, half the work had already been secretly done with everyone thinking it was still a dump, so they’d been able to work in peace for months while looking forward to being able to ask for more when it was finished. This makes him surprisingly happy as he checks everything out, rushing ahead of you to claim his new, larger studio with a view he could actually enjoy when he feels like it, and you fall even more in love when you join him as he talks to himself about where everything would go.

He’s so vocal now because he doesn't need to hide, and you decide that you love the sound of his voice even when he’s being completely insufferable as you wrap your arms around his waist and just listen and picture what he’s saying.

You let your landlord know of your upcoming move and thank him for everything, and while he’s sad to lose out on such a good tennant, you know that he’s no doubt relieved now that people wouldn’t be flocking to his property the moment you and Joshua leave for work to get a glimpse of his art. It’ll be nice to not have to worry about that, and you make sure to ask him where he bought your tub as you sign off on your final month to make sure there’s time to pack everything up. The house is still being repaired, but Joshua keeps insisting that he wants to do the rest himself, to know that him getting out a hammer would be to build things up, not to tear them down so he had a place to sleep, and you can’t argue with that, even if you still have no resume of that kind of work by him yet.

That week, you finally meet and come to a wonderful deal with the elderly couple who’re selling. They take one look at the two of you, young and in love and ready to take this step together, and talk fondly about how they see their own children, their growing grandkids. Immediately they know that you are the ones who have to be the new owners, it just feels right, and it makes you so happy to think about the idea of starting this journey with Joshua. 

Of course he just rolls his eyes at that, he’s very much done with talk of fate and other miracles to last him a lifetime, but they’re happy and old and don't even notice as you shake their hands and accept their hugs and offers of some of the candy she has in her purse for her grandkids.

You waste no time on moving your stuff over once the paperwork is finalized and the locks are changed again for his peace of mind. The floors and walls have already been fixed up so they could proceed with the rest, and he gladly takes it all on himself as each room is slowly completed so they can be filled one by one. You still have the rest of the month in your apartment so there's no rush, and your landlord is nice enough to give you an extra week or two, free of charge, if need be since you’re doing this all by yourselves, but it seems like he can't get there fast enough now that the deal has been made. You know it's for purely selfish reasons, he was so ready to turn this place down until he saw what it could offer him, but again, he was so used to taking whatever he could get, so you'll gladly let him think this was all his idea while the mood is still high.

You're spending your weekend off work moving the last of his studio into place since it’s the easiest room to finish, his completed paintings since he’d returned from New York now decorating every room and adding colour to the walls while he fixes up the kitchen, he truly wasn't lying about being a handyman in one of his old jobs; the patio doors are open wide as he measures, cuts, and paints the new cabinets so they fit the old frame, and a big bag of handles and their screws is resting on the ‘new’ stove the elderly couple so kindly donated since they'd wanted to upgrade theirs, or so they said. 

He doesn't turn it down, it's a few years old but it's in great shape and that's several hundred that you don't have to spend, and he installs it himself until you need to step in and finish the job when he can't get it to work and you start fearing about the house blowing up.

You keep taking peeks at his progress between each trip back to the apartment for more, you can only bring so much at a time, but you don’t complain even though it seems like his things are endless. It allows you to enjoy the nice weather before the fall chill can start to take over soon, and you can't wait to start enjoying those cold nights with him curled up with you. It's been months but the thought of him sleeping alone with nothing but his sleeping bag and backpack still makes you pause when you think about how he is now, what he has because you'd been unable to let him go. 

He's so different from the man you met in that hospital room, that man was still there of course, but now he’s happier, more lively, ready to finally live again instead of just run and survive in order to keep himself. You're so glad that you were the one to give that to him when no one else could, that your curiosity had been so strong that you couldn't stay away to the point that you'd inserted himself into his life when he'd wanted nothing more than to continue on as he was forever, and now his forever was currently being spent drilling cupboard doors that he'd built himself into place.

You grin wide as you wait at the stoplights, your backseat and trunk full of the final boxes of his art to mount to the walls along with the smaller miscellaneous things you’d left for last, and by the time you get back to him he's moved onto the big pantry next to the fridge, everything else done. ‘At this rate you'll be able to finish off the bathroom too,’ you say as you walk in with another box of art to place by the door, and when he looks up at you he looks very tired, but content. 

‘You work me harder than Bryant,’ he jokes as he wipes off his forehead, and he falls back so he can sit, take a moment to rest his weary limbs, and watch you carry in the next box. ‘Were you able to get the rest of it this time?’

‘Yeah, last box is all your brushes,’ you tell him as you set down another box, the sweat gathering on your own forehead with each trip. When you carry in said brushes along with the rest of his tools you set it down and sit next to him so you can catch your own breath, and he glances at you before leaning against your arm.

‘I forgot how nice it was to do this kinda stuff, to create other things even though art will always be my passion, to make something for myself,’ he says almost to himself as he looks at what he built, the two of you no doubt already sorting the dishes still at the apartment into the many available spaces he'd been working on all day. 

‘You're good at it, why'd you quit?’ you ask as you mentally stack all your plates, and he gives a small shrug and itches at his ear until you make him stop.

‘It was a job, something to do so I could keep going after a couple months, I don't think I could've been happy doing it everyday, not like when I paint,’ he explains as he draws a design in the air with his finger, and you lean over more to see that he was planning something for the cupboard door above him.

‘Well, we still have that hole in the roof to deal with before it starts wrecking stuff down here, so when the bathroom is done you can fix that up and be free to go back to your painting, Mr. Whitmore,’ you tell him as you look up at the ceiling, and his eyes follow yours as the final task looms overhead. ‘I mean, I get why they didn't tackle it first since they wanted to be as discreet as possible, but I feel like they really should've at least started on it, right?’

‘If it's there then they could get more in the end by making the house look undesirable until they can start on the outside, if the place gets bought before everything's done then they only lose out on a lemon,’ he figures with a frown, his eyes then trailing over the room. ‘There has to be a way up there, we've been here so many times already but I can't find it, I don't wanna scale the outside just to jump into the attic.’

‘Well, let's take a break and find it, who's gunna stop us?’ you suggest before standing, and you offer your hands to him to help him up before you take one side of the house while he takes the other. You search every ceiling, every closet, every single room for a way into the small attic above, because there had to be some way even if it was too rundown to have a use, but come up with nothing until you lean against the wall in defeat and hear a faint thud of hollowness echoing behind you. ‘Hey, Joshua?’ you call out to him as you jump away like it'll break under your weight, and he rushes over like he's worried you're in danger. ‘Check out this wall, am I crazy or does it not sound… solid?’

He comes over and knocks on it, his ear pressed to it to listen, and he comes to the same conclusion as you before rushing outside to grab his tools. He comes back with a hammer and a crowbar, practiced hands carefully tapping until he finds the seam hidden under the new paint and putty, and you give him space as he jams the end of the crowbar into the wall and starts to break it all down again. You're thankful that your furniture is still back at the apartment as the floor gets decorated with bits and pieces of wall, and he doesn't stop until he's torn it all away to reveal an old door hidden behind the new drywall.

‘Okay, I'm starting to regret signing the deed so fast,’ you try to joke as every horror movie you've ever seen suddenly comes back to you at once, but he isn't afraid, he's been living in places like this for years, and he shows you how unafraid he is as he quickly locates a flashlight and walks right in. ‘Wait! Don't- christ, don't go without me, if you fall through the ceiling and break your neck I'll never forgive myself,’ you nearly stutter as you file in the thin hallway behind him, and your hands cling to the back of his shirt as he shakes his head at you and presses on. The hallway is very short, less than the length of the rooms on either side so it could fit the stairs up, and you almost comically loudly gulp as your wonderful Forever Home slowly turns into a haunted house before your very eyes.

‘It's okay, just take my hand, the railing needs to be replaced,’ he tells you as he starts to go up, and you can see the light from the flashlight mix with the sunlight coming through the hole in the roof as your eyes readjust. He doesn't let you go as you go up together, and when he reaches the top of the stairs he brushes off a place to sit before taking up the landing and helping you cross that final threshold; your eyes are shut tight as you expect a horrorshow to be awaiting you up there, but at the gentle touch on your cheek you crack open an eye and see that it's surprisingly not as bad, just as the downstairs had been. It's still bad, the hole in the roof is very much creating an entire ecosystem up there, but you can feel how excited he is at how big the place is, how much extra space this will surely give him.

‘This room is mine,’ he tells you before you can even offer it to him, and you lean your cheek against his thigh with a smile as he starts talking about all the work he has yet to do.

He switches gears to start on the attic now that the way up has been discovered, and together you guess about why it was closed off to that extent as you help him measure and cut and paint. You provide all the horror ideas, all borrowed from movies you've seen while he counters them with more realistic ideas; for a person who loves to create he always gets so literal about these kinds of things, and you just listen fondly as he spouts of very plausible options of them just not wanting to climb the stairs anymore, or not needing the space and eventually forgetting it was even there after they walled it off.

You decide that the whole thing should be left open since it was hidden between the open living room and his closed off studio, and the door to the latter ends up moving from the far wall to right next to the stairs with a bit of fanagalling. You do need to end up hiring some men to help open up the wall so a new bannister could be added, and to rebuild the stairs so they were a bit wider, even though Joshua could've done it and he lets you know that repeatedly the moment they leave after doing their initial diagnosis and measurements for tomorrow. You just kiss him until he falls silent again, many promises that they won't touch the attic so it can be all his enough to satisfy him now that he's fully in building mode. 

With the added help it’s enough of a push to make you start moving in all the furniture to the bedroom since the living room was now being taken over by their equipment, and the only additional hiring he allows is the small trailer you rent so the bed and dresser can be easily relocated. He's so protective over his space you start to notice as he shoulders most of the heavy lifting, he'd always been almost territorial in a way once he'd moved in with you, but now you were seeing that it extended to the whole house as well. 

He doesn't want anyone to come in, to invade his space where he felt safe with you, and you feel a twinge of residual guilt at not keeping them out the last time. He doesn't blame you for it, you'd been charged at after all, no one could stop an entire group on their own, but you still feel bad as he avoids the eyes of the men who’re now working on the stairs and sticks to moving his door and fixing the new hole in the wall where it used to be. 

Thankfully, if they recognize him from the news they never say anything to either of you, and you slowly fill the kitchen with dishes and other cookware as they screw the new bannister into place so he’ll be able to easily get to his second studio.

He starts working on the attic alone once they're done, and you only bother him to move the heavy things as you handle everything else by yourself. It's good, hearty work to make sure he feels like this place won't be swarmed with the press and old bosses again, you haven't even told anyone at work that you've moved just for that extra bit of security until he's completely certain that this place will be what he needs in his own Forever Home. 

You'd set up the bed alone before, dragged your dresser into place with a broken back, unpacked everything you owned into that apartment, and you have to admit that it feels nice to be able to yell up the stairs for him whenever it becomes too much, which it thankfully rarely is. You can tell where he is above you as you stuff your clothes back into the dresser and new walk-in closet that he gave all to you, he still doesn't have enough to take up more than a drawer in your expansive dresser. With the size of the place you can easily fit in a second for when he was ready to buy more, art supplies always take priority when his few outfits still work for him just fine, and you make sure to leave space for it as you finish off the room.

You hang up his hoodie on the hook by the door next to your fall jackets when you get to it, it's so nice to have that sight back again in this new place, and you're in the middle of folding up the now empty box when you hear a shout and a clatter. You race upstairs, the place doesn't feel haunted to you anymore so this is easy, and find him on the ground as he sucks his finger into his mouth, the fallen hammer laying by his feet. He looks positively sour, he'd smacked his finger in the dimming light of the setting sun, and you walk over to check it out and access the damage; the nail is miraculously saved but it's still bleeding something awful, and he hisses between his teeth as you decide that he's done for the day, time to come downstairs and decide on dinner, you don’t have the energy to cook anything.

‘I'm almost done, just hold the light for me so I can finish this, then I can tile tomorrow,’ he frowns as he yanks his hand back when you try to make him stand, and you scoff and look at what he's done today.

‘You are, but I've got the bedroom done now, so I can help you finish this up tomorrow, I'll take the day off before the rain hits this week,’ you promise him, but now that the stairs are open it's a perfect doorway for creatures to pry past the plastic and creep inside, and he knows what it's like to wake up to raccoons and possums digging through his things. 

‘The faster it gets done the better, you won't be so ready to sleep when the wind blows the staples out and we get bats,’ he mutters as he tries to go back to it, but the sun is setting faster thanks to the late month, if you let him keep at it then he'll forget to eat and even sleep just the same way he does when he paints, so you have to forcefully drag him away until he stops fighting you. He goes quiet as you check out the takeout menus you brought over now that almost everything is there, you can eat without having to drive home officially, and it takes you until you hold them up for him to decide on what he wants before it hits you that he's upset.

‘Joshua, I'd really like it if you got cleaned up and ate something before you go back to it, I'll help you, you don't have to do this alone,’ you give in at the sight of his expression, and he picks at his nail with a wince until you make him stop that too.

‘I thought I'd been doing better with this, so you don't have to worry about me like before after everything,’ he mutters so softly that you almost miss it, and you pull him against you as you lean back against the counter.

‘You have been, and you are, I can't tell you how proud I am of you for it,’ you tell him with a kiss to his forehead, and you taste the fallen dust and various hazards that’d stuck to his skin over the day before you quickly spit into the sink. ‘Sorry, I got too eager, we need to remember to put in a window once the roof is fixed, otherwise you'll never be able to paint up there,’ you point out after rinsing out your mouth, and he looks at his caked arms between the clean patches thanks to his sleeves and gloves.

‘Proper ventilation is vital for any painting space, otherwise I'll risk slight suffocation as well as possibly getting too high to focus off the fumes, I also got ahead of myself,’ he admits as it hits him that he was so determined to close everything off that he would be keeping all the toxins in, and you tap where you kissed with a slight grin.

‘And we can't have that, can we?’ you tease him, and it eases him enough despite looking upset about relapsing back into old habits. ‘C’mon, the tub might not be what we had, but I can still wash your hair for you before you get sick of how cramped it is, gotta make sure you don't bring any friends to bed with you tonight after being up there all day.’

‘Friends?’ he asks as you lead the way, and your face flushes as you open the door at needing to explain the joke.

‘Y'know, lice and other creepy crawlies, who knows what's been living up there?’ you whisper as he frowns again, and he glances at himself in the mirror before really leaning in.

‘More likely to get fleas, but I should be fine, spiders never bother with me,’ he says as he determines that he's still safe, but now the thought of the man you're about to hug might really having some guests hanging on makes you jump back before you can touch him. ‘You'd never last a night in any of the places I've been in, here.’ He quickly strips everything off and tosses it into the washing machine, and you eye it just to see if anything will run out before he's the one chuckling at you. He strips you down next, tosses your clothes in with his before immediately starting it up to prove to you that it was fine, but you're no longer as eager to leave the attic open until you both can go through and finish cleaning up every corner now that the floor was laid and the roof was almost done. 

He's the one to guide you to the normal-sized bath and shower combo, no large jacuzzi until you could save up and get a similar one so this place could truly be a home, and it's very cramped as he pulls the curtain closed and reaches past you to get to the tap. The water that sprays out is so cold it makes you yelp, and he laughs a little louder before adjusting it to your usual comfortable temperature and locates the body wash sitting on the corner shelf. 

‘Never done this before, can't say I prefer it to the baths,’ you confess even though being so close to him is still nice, and he makes you turn around so he can start cleaning away the sweat you'd worked up over the day.

‘It’s not as nice, but I'm glad we can still do this much together, you've honestly made me hate showering alone, since we met,’ he says as he washes, carefully lathers up every dip and curve to the body he's memorized better than a paintbrush, a canvas, the same painting he tried over and over to perfect. 

‘I'm glad the room is big, there'll be just enough space for it once everything else is taken care of, maybe for Black Friday we can find one on sale,’ you plan ahead, and at the sound of his sigh you know you've just found another thing he hates.

‘Consumerism at its best, people literally killing themselves for a better deal, each store marketing themselves more than ever before to bring in more dollars than they'd make even with the slashed prices, I'm not surprised you bought into it,’ he groans as he reaches for the shampoo next, and you're not offended as you silently urge him to continue. ‘Even before I left New York I'd see it, before I realized how much each year was offering more and more distractions to take everyone away, how everyone would nearly freeze themselves to death out there in their lines, like cattle naively lining up for a slaughterhouse, and the butcher's knives were the products they wasted all their hard earned money on. Things they didn't need, just because it was there and cheap, just one more distraction or pill to swallow to make them forget that we're all one step closer to the grave.

‘Now it's all electronics, flashing distractions that can kill time for longer, to teach their kids for them, to make life a little easier when really it's just turning them all into zombies at the push of a button, all for an easily affordable price if you can get to it before that kindly old lady over there breaks your jaw trying to get it first,’ he grumbles as he washes your hair for you, but even with him being angry he never tugs or tangles, his hands still gentle as he runs his fingers through the bubbles to make sure there's no knots.

‘Wow, you really think you're better than everyone, don't you?’ you say as you turn to face him, the suds instantly getting in your eyes like karma as the both of you then quickly rinse them out again. ‘I don't- ugh, ow- I don't mean it like, you're playing up the pretentious artist looking down on all of humanity schtick or anything, it's just that we've been together almost four months now and you haven't run out of things to say, there has to be something in there that you don't feel this way about.’

He thinks about it before leaning under the water to wet his hair, and when he pushes it back he looks like the man you saw on stage before it fades back to him, from Mr. Whitmore back to Joshua. ‘I don't feel this way about you, even though you keep repeatedly falling into every single society trap that ruins people,’ he says as he brushes your own hair back, and he thinks some more before leaning down, plugging the drain so the tub can fill, and shutting off the shower head so the water can run freely from the tap instead. ‘You do, but it's never ruined you, I've seen it affect so many people over the years that it made me do nothing but hate, but not you.’ He guides you down until you're kneeling, and with a bit of trouble he spins so his back is to you so he can be cleaned next, just like you always did back at your apartment. ‘Maybe miracles do exist…’

‘I think they do, I mean, if I hadn't left early that day I never would've seen you, never would've wanted to meet you, then we wouldn't be here.’ You hold him as the water rises, your chin on his shoulder as he slides forward so his joints can rest more comfortably even though he can’t stretch out fully in here with you behind him. ‘I'd still be alone back at that apartment, and you'd-’

‘Still be out there, probably switching states because those kids told someone where I was,’ he finishes for you, and you don't want to picture him sleeping on the floor after a long day of painting in another empty house instead of fixing up his first home in years. ‘I never wanted to admit it, because I didn't know when I'd move on again, but this whole time I've been waiting for the dream to end, for me to get sick of you the way I did the others because I still didn't know how to love, or for you to cash in on me and sell me out when you got tired of me like everyone else.’

Your eyes go wide as you look at the back of his head, and he visibly shrinks as he voices not his fears but his expectations. ‘Joshua, I would never,’ you swear to him without mentioning the first part, because, if you were honest, you still don’t know why you’ve been the only exception to his frustrations over everything even when you keep offering him more and more reasons to toss you in with the rest.

‘I know that now, I started believing it when you came to get me, and don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you keep trying to hide us from everyone even during all this, so they won’t find me again,’ he admits, but he’s still tense, something is still eating at him. ‘And before you say it, yeah, there’s been a time or two where I thought that all of this was too much, just too much work, too much stress, too much that was different between us for this to work out just like the last person I was with.

‘Between you coming around at the hospital like all the nosy reporters I’ve ever avoided, to you hounding me to make sure I took care of myself, and then you constantly insisting that you didn’t hate me even though I’ve brought nothing but trouble into your life since we met, I was truthfully going to end it when you looked at this place and actually wanted me to be here with you in it, like you saw all of the bullshit I put you through just because I’m me and still wanted to keep spending time with me and waking up to me and watching me paint not because I could offer you something in return, but because you- because you…’

‘I love you.’ You stand up and carefully step around him, your legs forcing his together as you find a new place in his lap, and he avoids your eye but has nowhere to go in a tub this small. ‘You’re insufferable, you talk like you know everything about everything when in reality, you’d gone for so long without being around technology that you couldn’t tell a goddamn iPod from a tape recorder. You’re pretentious about things, you lose yourself in your work until you make yourself sick and I have to take care of you, you talk shit through all my movies about how much you hate TV, but you’ve got nothing to say about that when it’s time for you to show me your own favourites.

‘You ignore your own needs because you don’t want to be a bother to me, you keep insulting where I work because it’s a boring desk job instead of something I can be passionate about, you make me feel guilty because I drive places instead of walk if the destination is far even when I need to get groceries. You keep telling me that you don’t know how to love even though being with you is the happiest I’ve ever been, and sometimes you act like I’d be better off if you’d just disappeared even though you know that living through that exact situation broke my heart,’ you list off relentlessly at him, and with each one he shrinks more and more until the water running down his cheek isn’t from the turned off shower. ‘You do all of that, and you still don’t get that I want to live here with you because I love you so much despite it all, despite everything that drives me absolutely insane day in and day out, because it’s you that’s doing it.’

He meets your eye when you touch his cheek, brush away his tear with your thumb, and you kiss his forehead again before pressing your chest to his so he can feel the way your heart is beating behind your cooling skin.

‘I went to New York because I can’t live without you, so of course I wanna move into my dream home with you, that won’t ever change no matter how many times you remind me that technology is splitting people apart and that the world is a scary place. I never have and never will want to take anything from you, I want to create a new life here with you, and whether that be through rebuilding this house or… or starting a family, hell, even by buying some fish or something, I want that, so as long as you don’t get sick of me, then can you maybe stop trying to convince yourself that I’ll get sick of you?’

You don’t realize that you’ve also started crying until he kisses the wetness from your cheek, and you just hold each other in the tub until the water gets too high in your distraction and starts to overflow. You quickly shut it off as the two of you scramble for the towels and make an even bigger mess in the process, the tub really is too small after all with how fast it filled, but cleaning up the mess and protecting his new cupboards is just a comfortable closer on the knowledge that you’d both gotten some bottled things out and worked through them without having to catch a plane to a different state to make it come out. 

You steal glances at him as you try and get the water that spilled under the washer and dryer while he soaks up the main mess with every other towel you own, the both of you completely naked and shivering and covered in goosebumps, and when he meets your eye you can’t help but laugh at the pleasant absurdity that your lives have become, which makes him do the same. So much has happened since you met him, and yeah, maybe buying a house together after a few months was moving pretty fast, but once you’d had to watch him drive away, and then felt that pain of being alone, you’d known that you could only ever be with him, and this just solidifies it as he drains the tub so it’s usable again and tosses the wet lump of fabric into the washing machine with your clothes.

‘I never wanted to start thinking about you getting tired of me,’ he finally says after getting back into the tub with you, and the water is much lower as you start washing him like you’d both gotten so used to. ‘It’s just hard, not to go to that, after everything else I’ve been through since I started being more public with my work.’

‘I know, you’ve lived through more than I probably ever will, but I want to make sure that the rest of your life is everything you deserve, starting with a warm bed, your own studio far away from prying eyes, and hot food made by someone who loves you,’ you whisper as you wash off the soap and start lathering up his hair. He hums to himself, he truly likes the sound of that, and he’s ready to fully let himself enjoy it as he leans into your touch until you’re washing it all away, no creepy crawlies would be joining you tonight when you get into bed with him for the first time in this place.

‘I didn’t know the pizza guy loved me,’ he jokes once his hair is rinsed, and you gently shove him with a snicker as he lets himself laugh at the joke.

‘You’re absolutely insufferable,’ you groan as you squeeze the water from his hair as much as you can now that you have no towels to dry off with, looks like you’d need to settle for dish towels for tonight if you wanted to answer the door in about a half hour’s time.

‘And you love me for it,’ he says softly like he’s not only teasing you but also finally accepting it now that he’s said it out loud.

‘And I love you for it,’ you agree, and you kiss him as the drain swallows all the proof of your shared hard work for the day so you can eat, finish the roof together so you could avoid those visiting bats, and then wash it all away again before bed.

[miscreantahead]

Ask game for Rqg

❤️

❤Favorite character

Zolf Smith!!! BIG honorable mentions to Sasha and Hamid though.

👿Least favorite character

Barrett for sure, dishonorable mention to Shoin.

💐Comfort character

Hmmm I'm still not totally clear as to what a comfort character is vs. like a favorite character, but I must have some idea because I'm inclined to pick Hamid for this one. Idfk he's just a little guy, he's been here the whole time, growing and changing, he's problematic but trying his very best, and he's too cute. He screams comfort.

While I'm at it with the over-answering, Oscar Wilde. I like that even when he's being a pain in the ass on purpose he's quite clearly just a good guy if you read even slightly between the lines. Trusted him with my life ever since the anti-bertie article, and he only got better and better. I want him to have nice things forever and let's face it he got the nicest thing (Zolf) so I'm tearing up right now just thinking about it.

I think answering this question actually kind of helped me figure out what the difference between a favorite and a comfort character is, and why I didn't feel right picking Zolf here. Zolf stresses me out but it's fun.

😍Character you have the biggest crush on:

Z o l f, the crush is massive and a problem on a daily basis. Idk man I'm in love with him, it ouches.

🤝Character you relate to the most

Harrison Campbell. I just wanna write books and please keep Bertrand Macguffingham far, far away from me.

🔥Character you think is overrated

Going to go with Apophis. I don't absolutely despise him but I'm not a fan and he gets so much lore, screen time, and badass moments, which is fine, I won't say they're not cool but I might be shouting "booo" while it's happening at the same time.

🧨Character you love to hate

Oh Bertie easily he's hilariously the fucking worst but I'm so glad he exists.

🙈Character you always forget exists

This is a character flaw of mine but I constantly forget about Ed. Even though I adore Ed there were multiple times when people mentioned an Ed or Edward and I was like who the fuck are we talking about for a second before I was like RIGHT THE HIMBO PALADIN AGAIN.

🐰Favorite non-human character

Considering most of them are non-human I'm going to cheat and instead pick my favorite human character which is Sasha. I still miss her since rome, love how she was acrobatics-sexual, love her relationship with gargoyles and general awkwardness. She changed so much over time but was great from start to finish, and I can't stress how happy I am that she got to live a full and at least somewhat peaceful life.

❤️‍🩹Character who deserved better

Sumutnyerl's abrupt death so far from home in such miserable circumstances and the way the timing made it impossible for anyone around to have time to mourn mildly devastated me (thank you Skraak). Not to mention the way Tesla took advantage of their relationship and the guilt she must've felt and how that didn't get explored beyond one night she was miserable and resetless and the next day she was dead. Super brutal when life and death for the NPC's is controlled by cold chaotic dice rolls (and whether or not a player character is in love with you 😉).

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

If DCLA characters had Tumblr part 10 🕺🏼

�� rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

Fun fact, because I am adopted I legit thought for a bit too long that everyone was concieved via adoption. Like babies just appeared and you went to adopt them.

I remember when I finally did learn how babies were made it kinda felt unreal

For context I had met pregnant people but I just did not reflect at all how babies came to be

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🤝

Although I remember asking my guardian ”well how did my MOM get me in the first place before she gave me up?? Did she also adopt me??” and her response was ”You see, sometimes flowers appear in the wrong hands, and thus they need to give them away to someone who can take better care of them”

So I… kinda thought I appeared as a flower inside my bio mom and she gave me to my guardian as she could take care of flowers better…

This also made me fear having a baby grow like a flower inside of me at like age 5 so. Yeah.

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I love reading random lore about your lives you never tell us anything irl

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🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

@supernova-number-one Found a video that describes our relationship 💜

🌟 supernova-number-one Follow

Ew don’t tag me in ugly animated songs stop

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Phineas and Ferb is a masterpiece, you rat

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I never watched it. I don’t watch cartoons, it rots your brain

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I’m gonna break into your house at a random time next week and force you to watch Phineas and Ferb.

I won’t say when, I won’t say how. But beware.

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🥸 jeremias-realperson Follow

Should I be concerned if my daughter’s female friend climbs in from the second floor window at 1:20 AM, or should I just let it go and be supportive that she has friends?

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Today’s question: If you woke up and realized you were 10 years old again, but you have all the memories and experiences from your current age, what would you do?

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Panic?

🎀 italys-biggest-bow-collector Follow

Yeah i’d… have an existential crisis.

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My life literally started at age 17, imagine going back to being 10. And knowing that you have to suffer through almost a decade before your life starts again.

I guess the good thing is that i’d expose my dad of his lies right off the bat and maybe make some changes there. But. I’d still be 10. I don’t wanna be 10.

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Yeah like I’d get the feeling of wanting to be young again because of nostalgia and all that, but was it really that great? Sure, I’d get access to the movies and games I used to watch and play that I no longer have access to. Sure, I’d watch the kids shows again that no longer air. But besides nostalgia for media? Being 10 kinda sucked?? Is anyone in their prime time then????

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Adding to this ^ Imagine all the things that came out after you were 10. All the books, movies, shows… that you no longer have access to because they haven’t come out yet.

🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

Anyone else getting an irrational fear of going to sleep and waking up as a 10 year old or is it just me?

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🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

The queer experience of meeting another person and just knowing… you’re one of us.

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Yeah…

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HOLD UP…

LUDMILA??

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Now you’re not replying.

I mean I always knew but i’m still like >:o !!

We’re gonna talk about this when I come and force you to watch some P&F tonight

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I love my posts being helped to further the plot of whatever is going on between you two

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💍 queenoftherink Follow

So I was in a singing competition once and I got in last. I’m usually very competitive, but I surprisingly didn’t care. Honestly, I was only joining because it was a competition, but I am not really interested in a singing career.

But I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I won? How would it have looked like if I had a singing career?

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You wouldn’t like it if Bruno still was responsible. You’d be forced to "date" someone, have random made up drama…

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Oof yeah good point

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Imagine if one of the people in the competition who was not straight won, and they’d have to be forced into a straight fake dating. And they’d also perform a love song and everyone would ask who it was about and they would not be allowed to say.

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Why are you vagueposting like this??

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Cause the person themselves can’t tell anything it or they would be found out by a certain someone who has not figured out their Tumblr blog and it’s just fun to keep the mystery

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Anonymous asked: You seem to be very interested if your daughter has a boyfriend. What would you do if your daughter has a girlfriend?

I have not considered that a thing that could happen!

Does this mean I have to keep an eye out for girls, too?!

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I was bored and decided to prank my stepsister. I knew she had her friend at home, so I opened the door and yelled ”stop making out”.

Now, of course, they didn’t make out at all, but they got so startled by my voice they almost hid, as if they did something.

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I thought this sounded like a fun idea and went to do the same to my cousin, who currently has her friend over.

As I opened the door and yelled ”stop making out” the two did not get startled. Rather, they just stared at me dumbfounded.

I blinked and then closed the door again. I will not let the awkwardness get to me.

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Oh so THAT’S why you did that. I thought you for some reason thought me and Nina were dating (my mom thought that once so idk if that’s a rumor people for some reason have)

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📸 felicityfornow Follow

Just wanna give a shoutout to the passion fruit juice at Jam and Roller! It’s delicious!

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

Ooh, we’re doing J&R recommendations? I recommend the chocolate-vanilla milkshake! It is the BEST THING I’ve tasted ever!

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

Wait a minute! I finally figured you out! I did it!

YOU’RE YAM! 🫵

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HOW did you figure it out by this, out of all things?!

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

I was about to lie and troll you by saying that I’m not Yam, but oh well.

Matteo, it has been an honor watching you absolutely suck at figuring out who I was. I mean, there were some OBVIOUS HINTS.

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

I just knew I had seen you drink that milkshake quite a lot, so I went from that.

I don’t really know what had been the clear hints

💍 queenoftherink Follow

Please allow me, as someone who does not often speak to Yam irl but observes and knows everything about everyone:

Hint 1: She enjoys singing. Sure, a lot of people enjoy singing at Jam and Roller, but she is our Singer.

Hint 2: Her unhinged behavior. You’re telling me you haven’t ever just noticed her being basically like Lunita but with a more brutally honest attitude?

Hint 3: Her gayness. Now, we should never assume people’s sexualities but Yam both here and much irl has been very openly gay during the last years.

Hint 4: The way she and Jim openly talk about their relationship here. Who did you think Jim was dating??? They haven’t exactly been hiding that much irl either.

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

I guess I just… didn’t think much about Yam. Sorry.

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

That’s ok Strawberry face, I don’t think much about you either except when I troll you on Tumblr

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

Now I kinda wanna get to know you haha

Wanna go grab a drink? (If Jim sees this, I promise I won’t make moves on her)

✌🏼 arodarmivida Follow

I never in my life assumed you would try to make a move on someone who’s openly a lesbian but thanks I guess

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

When you say ”grab a drink” please say you meant going to a bar I’d like to see you drunk

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Well. I guess I was right. Matteo did figure it out in the most unpredictable way.

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My childhood rival included a Phineas and Ferb reference in her latest fic I’m so proud <3

🌟 supernova-number-one Follow

Stop reading my fanfictions

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

You know fully well you update them only because of me 😘 Your little notes saying ”I know a certain someone who will like this chapter” is def for me

Also the fact that a character climbed through a window in one of them? Please you got that from real life experiences

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What is happening between you two??

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

Phineas and Ferb is what’s happening.

Also Vilu, please read chapter 43 of Ludmila’s 170 chapters fic, I am pretty sure she based that from you.

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It’s just two best friends who everyone is sure is in love but they haven’t realized it themselves??

I don’t get it.

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[lyranova]

Could you answer 🎶, 🎁, and 🤝 for Alice and Harmonia? 🙏 Talk about the girls and let me learn about them! 💖

Of course Erika 🥰! My two sweet girls that I don’t get to talk about much (I need to talk about them more :wah:!). I hope you enjoy~!

🎶 - How do they sound? Describe their voice

Alice:

Her VA is Miku Itou (I can’t include the videos so I sent them on discord 😭!)

She’s soft spoken but not quiet, some say she sounds similar to Secre even though the two aren’t related. She’s very careful with her words and will take frequent pauses when speaking as though she’s trying to find her words. But when she’s very excited or happy about something she’ll almost sound completely different. While still soft spoken it’ll go higher up in pitch and become harder to understand.

Harmonia:

Her VA is Inori Minase

Despite her parents both having deep and smooth voices, Harmonia’s is a little more “higher pitched”. Some mistake her for being younger them what she actually is, and will consider her “immature” until they actually sit and listen to the words that she says. When she’s serious about something, or is in the middle of battle, her voices lowers, grows rougher, and becomes almost dangerous.

🎁 - Are they good at giving gifts? How about receiving them?

Alice:

Hmm…depends. She can give better gofts then most, but sometimes she’ll totally miss the mark 😆! But most people just kind of shrug and accept the gift anyway because she’s just too sweet and they don’t want to hurt her feelings.

As for receiving gifts sometimes she gets awkward, especially if its from a certain person 👀 *cough* Mikhail *cough*. But mostly she gets excited about receiving gifts, and even if it’s one that she didn’t really want she’ll still cherish it because her friends gave it to her!

Harmonia:

Is great at giving gifts. At least in her mind 😆. Like her mother, she tends to give people very expensive and extravagent gifts that might make people feel…awkward. Especially if its *very expensive*. But she means well and just wants to give them the best!

As for receiving gifts she tends to be like “why did you spend your hard earned money on buying me this gift? You should’ve bought something for yourself instead!” and would insist on either giving it back or paying them for it, but if its something that she knows is truly from their heart, or is something homemade that she could never buy in a million years, she would cherish it until the day she died.

🤝 - Are they good with people? Are they able to get along with people and communicate effectively with the people around them?

Alice:

Alice is pretty okay with people. She gets along with most unless they’re rude to her or her friends, then she gets very protective and will aggresively defend them! As for communicating effectively, it depends 😅. Sometimes she speaks slower, as though she’s trying to think of what to say, or she speaks really fast as though she’s some kind of auctioneer 😆 (yes I’ve adopted this HC from you 😤💕!). But either way she can be a good communicator when she wants to be!

Harmonia:

Oh she is very good with people (a lot better then her parents are 😆), but it’s mostly because she *has* to be good with people. She’s the future Queen of Lumi! She’s going to have to be polite in order to build and nurture the relationships her Kingdom has with the others, so the best way to do that is to be nice 😆. She gets along with most people, although can be very passive-aggressive with people that irritate her. And she’s a very good communicator with people, mostly because she was taught how to be from an early age. But there are times when she says something and people misunderstand and are confused (she’s oddly better at communicating professionally as a princess/queen, then she is personally with friends/potential love interest 😆!)

[dapperbasil]

⌛💉 Marcus, 🌃🖤 Alistair, 🌹🤝 Tammy

Marcus:

⌛ When and how were they turned?

"Starting off dangerously, are we? I suppose talking about my past wouldn't hurt too terribly bad. If you know my dear Lilliana's story, then you know mine as well. We were both young nobles in late 18th century France. Most people with eyes to read a book and ears to hear the tales of historians know what happened to nobles during that time period. My wife's family was no different. When she disappeared that night I thought I had lost her, the person I was closest to in the entire world. I was lost in my way, and my family -try as they may to urge me to consider another suitor- was unable to console me.

Enter my sire, Elise. A beautiful british woman, tall with flowing blonde hair. She convinced my family that I was better off getting treatment for my broken heart, and once the papers were signed she dominated them and altered their memories. Marcus wasn't just standing in the foyer hours ago, Marcus died of typhoid a few months before the Sylvestres were executed. Their beloved son was long since buried in the family crypt.

Elise offered me the chance to see Lilliana again, to which I accepted without yet knowing the terms. A bit foolish of me, but given that we have been reunited for over 200 years now I do not begrudge my young self. Under the light of the full moon in the garden of my family's estate, Marcus Beaumont died his mortal death. My blood decorated the poppies growing from the earth and I awoke as a kindred."

💉 Have they sired anyone? If so - why, how and did they claim their childe?

"Is it strange to hear a sabbat bishop admit he has only sired once? The act of mass embrace is archaic, and unnecessary in these times. I never participated in one myself, and have only given my blood outside of vaulderie to a single kindred.

It was a chance encounter, a time I decided to hunt for myself to feed rather than partake of one of my ghouls. Due to my feeding restriction I tend to not overly hunt or drain the kine too much. If I run out of places to feed, then it starts to get very not pretty very fast.

Met a young man at one of the drinking establishments in the city, offered to take him to get some actual food. I learned a bit about him as we chatted. He was young, he was bold, he was stupid. His father had apparently thought so too, as he had just signed up to join the war effort. I eventually asked his name and was floored when I heard the last name.

Beaumont.

Turns out he was my sister's great grand. My own blood, running off to join one of the wars of the kine, one that would surely get him killed. If it was a war he wanted to fight, it would be one worth the fight.

His embrace, it went wrong. I did everything correct, but still it went wrong. His body seemed to reject my vitae, I often wonder if it was because he was my own kin. It was a miracle of Caine he even awoke, a lost and fragmented soul. He no longer recalled anything from before he awakened, and none of it ever returned.

Lilliana and I treat him as our own of course, he is the son we never had the chance to have."

Alistair:

🌃 Where are they from and where do they live now?

"You're asking where I'm from? Why bother? What difference does it make if I was born in West Virginia or New Mexico? You're that curious? Would Nova Scotia surprise you? Of course the accent isn't just for show, you fool!

Toronto is where I make my home now, after radiovangelist Alistair Seth Allan tragically passed away from a lung infection. It's a bit close to that Camarilla cesspool than I would like, but given the opportunities it presents me I don't see much reason to complain about it too much."

🖤 How do they feel about being turned? (How did they adjust? Do they feel differently now than they did when they were first turned?)

"My feelings about the embrace? Hate to say it but its not like I had much of a choice in the matter. I dunno if you've got cotton in your fucking ears or what, but I wasn't joking about the lung infection. I was fully set on passing on peacefully, my work for the lord done good and well. That is until a certain blasted tremere regent with true faith decided to save me by damning me eternally!

I hated being a kindred, I hated being a tremere. I hated the camarilla and all its frills and fallacies and I hated everything and everyone my first few years. First chance I had, I ran. The chantry didn't take it seriously. I was blood bonded, so of course I'd come crawling back sooner or later. But I didn't. I defected. The bonds eventually broke.

I found Caine soon after I joined the sabbat, and though the journey's been rough, I am grateful to have this second chance at life and a second gospel to spread. Our father's words guide our actions each night, and it is my eternal duty to do the same."

Tammy:

🌹 What clan do they belong to and how do they feel about them?

"Ventrue, blue bloods, the clan of kings. Ironic isn't it, my name being Tammy King and being one of them? I'm sure that was on purpose, a constant reminder of what I was and what my sire expected of me. A clan of leaders, of the proud, of the strong willed. All words I don't really know fit me very well.

As a group, ventrue are an interesting topic. Our sires are picky and selective, and after embrace it's not uncommon for them to stow us away until we're smart enough, talented enough, polite enough to not embarrass them. As such, I haven't met overly many. Younger ventrue aren't allowed at clan meetings, and if your sire is particularly eccentric or distrustful you might not see your first elysium for decades. Oh and don't get me even started on feeding preference, the night you learn that is arguably more important than your embrace. Sires put so much pressure on their childer to learn theirs, don't take almost a year to find yours like I did. Just trust me on that.

There's so much to learn as a ventrue, so much you're expected to know and do. And even after all that you're still not a full member of clan ventrue until you prove yourself to the board. They make it sound easier than it is, just pull off some incredible accomplishment and you're in. I'm not sure how long I'm gonna be working on mine, just gotta hope I'm done with it by the time my second decade rolls around.

I say this all like its bad, but in honesty its not. Sure its a lot all at once, and its really rough if you're like me and feel totally unprepared for everything. But its also pretty nice, ventrue have a sense of community, what's good for the clan is often good for the individual as well. We help one another, no excuses, no exceptions. Knowing that can really give you reassurance, you know?"

🤝 What is their relationship with their sire like?

"Ah... I did mention him in passing earlier. Do you promise to not tell him what I say here? You do? Okay, if I can be honest, its much better than it used to be. Neither of us really seemed ready for my embrace. I was scared, confused and most of all, bitter. I lost the only thing I had achieved in my mortal life with the embrace, and I was mad at him for taking it from me. He was cold, distant and wasn't really the best teacher early on. Looking back I can't really blame him, he was as new to this as I was.

Over time we became more accustomed to one another, or at least it feels like it. As time passed I opened up my heart to him, and he tried his best to watch over me and help when I needed it. It took about five years, but we got there in the end.

He's never been fully honest with me about many things, but Zacharias has been there for me for over ten years now. I like to think we've gotten closer in that time, but it always feels like there's a chasm between us. Maybe one day I can cross that chasm and tell him how I truly- apologies, I really shouldn't say more."

[seitmai]

So, Bob agreed. His dad had sometimes watched Nascar while he was growing up. He didn't know much of anything about motorsport but, if Nat wanted him there, he'd go.

God he's just such a good friend 🫶🏻

Charles furrowed his brows. And then his face relaxed as he shook his head at her. "Start checking your emails, please," he said.

Ahahah I feel like in a friend du o there is always one person that is on top of their emails and the other very much not lol

She looked back around the corner at the pilots for just a second. "Holy shit, Cha, I think I'm in love," she said and Charles just laughed.

Valid because that was literally me when I saw Bob for the first time too lol

"Just Bob," she repeated as she smiled at him, completely ignoring everything Jake had said (something that Bob was grateful for). "It's simple, I like it."

She's so real to ignore simply everything that comes out of Jake's mouth hahaha

Bob shook his head. "'s no worries, ma'am," he said before he could stop himself. When his fellow aviators looked at him, his cheeks flushed red. "We're just glad to know you're okay," Natasha said for him.

Charles 🤝 Natasha playing wing-man/woman without being specifically asked to

They nodded, but they knew better. Their Baby On Board had a crush.

Aw I love that they know🥹

"Aw," she said with a pout. "I liked them." "Really?" Bob couldn't hide the surprise in his voice. "I used to have ones with slightly thicker frames, but these are military issued," he explained, putting them back on his face. She grinned at him. "They're cute," she said, resting her cheek in her hand. It was undeniably flirty, and her grin was only making it worse. Well, that would have been if Bob could have allowed himself to believe that was flirting with him.

Just believe it Bobby!! And believe that she loves your glasses!

If Nat was here, he could ask her for advice.

I love that he just wants to ask Nat for advice 🥺

The first thing she did after FP2 was give Bob her phone number. He couldn't quite believe it, and made a mental note to recount everything to Natasha as soon as he got back to the hotel.

And now he just wants to tell Nat about it!! I can't that's just so cute and shows how deep their friendship is🥰🫶🏻

She held out her pinky finger and Bob wrapped his own around it, sealing the deal. He looked at her one last time and climbed out of the car, heading into the hotel.

🥰🥰🥰

He only needed Nat's help to get the ball rolling. But soon, she and Bob were sending messages back and forth with just a second long gap between. Sometimes Bob took a little longer to reply, but only because Nat was reading the messages over his shoulder and assuring him that she was flirting.

That is the cutest shit ever 🥰

Bob couldn't stop his smile. "My momma raised me right."

Oh she sure did

Her head fell onto his shoulder and Bob didn't move. He hesitated before wrapping his arm around her shoulder. That that, she shuffled slightly closer, which Bob didn't mind one bit.

I can't with the cuteness 🥰🥹

Suddenly, she let out a weak laugh. "You're kinda making me want to stay in the states a little longer, Robby," she mumbled. He looked down at her. "Would you? Seriously?"

Ahhh 🥰

If Nat showed Rooster and Hangman his texts, he'd never hear the end of it. But Bob realised he didn't mind. Let them talk, he was here with her.

I feel like that says a lot!! Bob doesn't like to be the center of attention or being teased (who does) so him not caring is HUGE

"Think you might be my good luck charm, Robby," she said and he blushed a deep shade of red.

And he is probably the most adorable, blushing aviator good luck charm at that 🤭

"I'm late!" She cried. Bob was only happy to run beside her, heading into the Ferrari garage.

Someone that runs with you? That's a real testament of love lol

He didn't wake up to a text from her. Immediately Bob's mind played tricks on him, telling him that, after they had kissed, she didn't want him.

Oh no sweet Bobby 🥺

"I leave in the morning," she whispered in his ear. "Stay with me, in my hotel. One last night." "Until Montana?" Bob asked, his forehead against her own. "Until Montana."

Until Montana 🥹🥰🫶🏻

I have zero interest or knowledge about race cars, f1 or whatever but I absolutely LOVED this!!

If you feel ever up for it, I would eat another part right up because I'm so in love with this pair already 🥰

Military Flyover

The dagger squad don't want to do a military flyover of the Las Vegas grand Prix. None of them really knew much about and, those that did only really knew about Nascar.

She hated the Vegas Grand Prix as much as those doing the military flyover. But the cute WSO there to support his friends was making it bearable.

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x F1 driver!reader

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a/n: yes a military flyover doesn't make sense for vegas buuuut let a girl dream lol - i'm hoping I've managed to write this for an audience that might not really know f1 but idk how confident i am in my abilities lol

Bob couldn't quite believe what the two time Top Gun graduates were having to do. They had completed an insanely dangerous mission and returned to be permanently stationed in San Diego, except from when they were called away for deployment.

They were a part of the military, why were they doing this?

Well, at least Bob didn't have to actually fly. He was a Weapon Systems Officer, he didn't have to take part in this. But he still went, more to morally support his squad.

Nat wasn't happy about have to do a military flyover of the Las Vegas Grand Prix. She, Bradley and Jake were constantly complaining. None of them knew anything about Formula One, not enough to appreciate doing the flyover.

(May I just say, even if they did know about F1, they still wouldn't appreciate it. They'd train for years to be in the navy and now they were having to waste their time on this.)

The flyover was on the Sunday. Only Natasha, Jake and Bradley were taking part. Bob didn't have to go, didn't have to visit the track on the Friday and the Saturday with the three of them.

But Natasha had begged him. "Drive up with me," she'd said to him. "It's five hours and I could use the company."

So, Bob agreed. His dad had sometimes watched Nascar while he was growing up. He didn't know much of anything about motorsport but, if Nat wanted him there, he'd go.

The navy pilots didn't know they'd been invited to meet the drivers. Bob followed Natasha through the paddock. "Getting to meet the drivers might be the only good thing thing to come from this," Nat mumbled as she led the way.

The paddock was buzzing with life. There were cameras following people around, interviews happening as they walked through the paddock. Fans stopped men in team shirts and hats for pictures before letting them continue.

There was a familiar whistle, just loud enough for Natasha and Bob to hear over the crowd around them. They turned and saw Rooster and Hangman striding towards them.

"Where are we meant to be?" Asked Hangman as Rooster pulled off his aviators and looked around. The three of them (Natasha, Jake and Bradley) were in their overalls, looking proper in their uniform. Bob, though. He was dressed down, wearing jeans and a sweater (Vegas really wasn't that warm this time of year), his military issued glasses sitting on his nose. He looked cute, even if he didn't know it.

"Cyclone said the Ferrari garage, right?" She said as she looked between the other aviators. Bob, who had studied the itinerary, nodded his head and the four of them set off towards the red garage.

***

The Las Vegas Grand Prix was a joke. All of the drivers thought so.

The Ferrari drivers weren't happy about it (just like the rest of the grid). They had spent the season struggling behind the Red Bulls and driving on an unknown track wasn't going to help that.

She needed a lot of mental preparation for this one. Just like the other drivers, before the first practice session her only experience on the track had been through sim racing. She was nervous in a way she hadn't been before.

She donned her red fireproofs, the overalls hanging from from her hips. She pulled her cap onto her head when there was a knock on her driver room door. "Yeah?" She called and the member of Ferrari staff walked in.

"The navy pilots are on their way," she said and went to back out of the drivers room.

"What?" The Ferrari driver called suddenly, her brows furrowed. "What navy pilots?"

The member of staff gulped. "They're doing a military flyover before the Grand Prix," she said. "They're on their way here to meet you and Charles," she said.

The driver let out a huff. She grabbed her drinks bottle and marched out of her drivers room, heading to find her teammate.

Charles was doing an interview for Sky Sports when she walked through the garage. She didn't much care, though. She powered on, her hand on Charles's shoulder as she stood at his side. "Chuck," she said, looking at her teammate.

Lawrence Barretto moved his microphone back to his mouth. "Is that his official name for the Vegas Grand Prix?" He asked and moved the microphone towards her.

"Yes," she said as Charles shook his head, repeatedly saying 'no'.

She stood beside him until the interview was over, answering any question Lawrence sent her way. As soon as they were done she grabbed Charles and pulled him away, pulling him further into the Ferrari garage.

"What's up?" Charles asked. He was a brilliant teammate, one of her best friends. They'd known each other for yeas and were close enough for people to think they were together at one point. Brocedes 2.0, many commented on the pictures of the two of them posted on the Scuderia Ferrari Instagram account, as if they were a disaster waiting to happen.

"Did you know we're having to meet the navy pilots doing the military flyover?" She asked, hands on her hips.

Charles furrowed his brows. And then his face relaxed as he shook his head at her. "Start checking your emails, please," he said.

She gently pushed him as a member of the Ferrari staff, the same girl from before, approached them. "They're here," she said and left them to it.

Charles led the way back through the garage, heading to where the navy pilots were standing around his car. Three of them, the three that looked the part, chatted with Fred while one, one that was dressed down, stood to the side.

Suddenly, she pulled Charles out of sight. "What is it?" He asked quickly, concern written on his face.

She looked back around the corner at the pilots for just a second. "Holy shit, Cha, I think I'm in love," she said and Charles just laughed.

"Do you need a wingman?"

She furiously shook her head. "Don't you bloody dare."

She steadied herself and followed Charles over to the navy pilots. Fred spotted his drivers first. He gestured over to them as he back away from the pilots, letting the drivers take over.

Charles held his hand out towards them introducing himself first. She went next, giving them her name as she reached out to shake the woman's hand.

"Natasha Trace," she said with a smile as she shook her hand. "Callsign Phoenix."

She moved on to the man with the moustache. "Bradley Bradshaw, or Rooster," he said and shook her hand, his grip firm. He wore a smile, but it was respectful.

Unlike the man next to him. She could tell who he was from the moment she looked at him, wearing that flirty smile. "Jake Seresin," he said, pulling her hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it. "You can call me Hangman."

The smile dropped from her face and she pulled her hand away, clearly unimpressed. She looked past him, at the guy in the sweater and the glasses. "How about you?" She asked, completely ignoring Hangman. "Are you in the navy too?"

Bob blushed bright red as he stepped forward. "Robert Floyd," he said and shook her hand. "I'm a weapon systems officer."

"Oh," she said. Just that one word and she sounded incredibly fascinated. "Do tell me more."

She'd asked Charles not to wing man her, but he did it anyway. She might not have been aware as Charles spoke to the other navy pilots, doing the job for both of them. (Charles didn't know if Bob was the one she had fancied, but it was easy to guess. He looked like her type).

They spoke for a good twenty minutes before the drivers were told to wrap up the conversation. "You got a call sign?" She asked Bob as she crossed her arms over her chest and leant against the wall.

Jake had been wrapped up in the conversation he, Rooster and Phoenix were having with Charles until that point. Upon hearing her question, he placed his arm around the WSO's shoulders and grinned at the driver. "This is Baby On Board," he said with a grin, going to pinch Bob's cheeks.

Again, his cheeks were flaming as he stepped away from Jake. "It's Bob," he said. "Just Bob."

"Just Bob," she repeated as she smiled at him, completely ignoring everything Jake had said (something that Bob was grateful for). "It's simple, I like it."

Her engineer called for her. She turned and put her thumbs up before turning back to Bob. "Are you staying for the free practice?" She asked and Charles couldn't stop himself from answering.

"Sorry," he said to the pilots. "She doesn't read her emails."

She sent a glare in Charles's direction. The drivers said a quick goodbye to the navy pilots (although she hoped it wasn't for the last time), and got themselves ready for the first practice session in Las Vegas. They pulled up the red and white overalls and placed the balaclavas over their faces.

Bob watched as she pulled her helmet on, hiding her undeniably pretty face. He really did think she was beautiful, and she seemed interested in him, but he wasn't going to read too much into that.

He couldn't see as she gave him a smile from beneath her helmet. When she climbed into the red car with the number 53 on it, Bob knew which one he had to look out for.

The track wasn't ready, everybody knew it. But they didn't know how bad it was until they shower of sparks coming out the back of her car. "What the fuck was that?" She said to her engineer down the radio. "I just hit a fucking manhole cover."

The pilots were leaning forward as she stopped the car. The session was stopped, the other drivers coming into the pits. She jumped out of the car, waiting for it to be lifted onto the truck so that she could look at the extent of the damage beneath.

As the car was taken back to the garage and workers surrounded the manhole cover, she climbed into the medical car and was taken back to the pitlane.

Bob watched as she stormed into the garage, pulling off her helmet and balaclava. "Nine fucking minutes!" She heard her say to somebody in a Ferrari shirt. "I officially hate the Vegas Grand Prix."

She looked around the garage, eyes focusing in on the pilots. They were watching her, too, and she forced her expression to soften as she walked over. "Sorry you had to see that," she said, unzipping her race suit.

Bob shook his head. "'s no worries, ma'am," he said before he could stop himself. When his fellow aviators looked at him, his cheeks flushed red.

"We're just glad to know you're okay," Natasha said for him.

The driver smiled at them. But the interaction was short lived as she was called over to her wrecked car. (It looked fine on the top, but everybody knew the damage was beneath, invisible).

The nine minutes of practice wasn't enough to help the aviators get into F1. Rooster, Hangman and Phoenix wanted to head back to their hotels, but Bob wanted to stick around.

"My dad was into Nascar," he explained as the others left. They nodded, but they knew better. Their Baby On Board had a crush.

She hadn't expect him to stay, that much was clear. She'd seen the other aviators leave and had gotten on with what she needed to do, speaking to the mechanics about the parts they needed to replace and speaking to Fred about the potential consequences.

"Oh!" She said when she saw Bob still sitting there. "I thought you would have left."

Bob gave a polite smile and shrugged his shoulders. "I wanted to learn more."

The smile she gave him matched his own. "Well, you're not gonna learn much here," she said. "Let me get changed and we can get dinner."

Bob didn't expect dinner to be in the Ferrari hospitality suite. He'd didn't exactly think he'd be going out to dinner with her, but he didn't expect this.

She sat Bob down at a table and got a selection of food for them to share. "I can't exactly go crazy," she'd said as she sat down opposite him, placing the single plate in between them. "I still have a car to drive later."

Bob grabbed something from the plate. "Why does that mean you can't go crazy?" He asked curiously, innocently.

Every question Bob had, she answered. He told her that his dad watched Nascar while he was going up but he couldn't get into it. Didn't have the time once he joined the navy.

She asked him all about that, just as curious as he was about her job. Bob knew she was meant to be this big celebrity, but she was normal with him, and he really appreciated it.

He hadn't known who she was going into this weekend, but he heard the way the fans screamed her name. She was so famous, and he was just a boy from Montana.

"Are you and your friends watching anything else of the Grand Prix weekend?" She asked as she ate a piece of lettuce (literally just holding a big piece of lettuce to her lips and crunching on it).

Bob shook his head as he looked down at the table in front of him. "'Friad not, ma'am," he said, looking at her over the top of his glasses. Bob didn't know what compelled him to do it, but he took them off.

"Aw," she said with a pout. "I liked them."

"Really?" Bob couldn't hide the surprise in his voice. "I used to have ones with slightly thicker frames, but these are military issued," he explained, putting them back on his face.

She grinned at him. "They're cute," she said, resting her cheek in her hand. It was undeniably flirty, and her grin was only making it worse. Well, that would have been if Bob could have allowed himself to believe that was flirting with him.

"I could get you tickets, if you'd like," she said. "You and your pilot friends. You can come back back to the Ferrari garage, support us for the rest of the weekend."

Bob gave her a gentle smile. "I'd like that," he said.

They continued chatting until she had to head back to the garage. Bob followed her, walking behind her.

She took him back to the garage, leaving him to stand with the rest of the Ferrari guests while she disappeared into her drivers room. Bob couldn't help but think of her as she got herself ready, getting dressed into her fireproofs and race suit. If Nat was here, he could ask her for advice.

Ten minutes before the start of FP2, she walked over to Bob. He'd seen her dressed down in a Ferrari hoodie and cute cargos, seen her in her race suit, and seen her in her fire proofs, race suit sitting low on her hips.

That was how she walked towards him. He'd seen so little of her, but this was his favourite (and he certainly wanted to see more). "Want to sit in the car?" She asked, hands on her hips.

***

The first thing she did after FP2 was give Bob her phone number. He couldn't quite believe it, and made a mental note to recount everything to Natasha as soon as he got back to the hotel.

"Have you got a way back to your hotel?" She asked, her helmet tucked beneath her arm.

"I, uh..." No, he and Natasha had gotten a cab together.

She waved him off before he could give her a proper answer. "I can drive you, if you'd like," she offered.

That was how Bob found himself sitting in an F1 drivers car, telling her about his childhood as she took him back to his hotel. He told her about his big family and the mountains he grew up around. He told her about when he joined the military, about his first time in Top Gun and his permanent stationing in Coronado.

Before very long they were pulling up outside of his hotel. "Well, here we are," he said, patting his legs. He didn't move to leave the car, but she didn't much mind.

"I really liked meeting you today, Bob," she said as she tapped the heel of her hand against the steering wheel.

"It was lovely to meet you, too," he said.

"Promise you'll text me?"

"Promise."

She held out her pinky finger and Bob wrapped his own around it, sealing the deal. He looked at her one last time and climbed out of the car, heading into the hotel.

Bob couldn't hide his smile as he walked through the lobby and into the elevator. Just days ago he'd hated the thought of a military flyover for the Las Vegas Grand Prix. Now, he couldn't wait to get back to the track, back to the Ferrari garage.

Nat noticed it the minute he walked through the door of the hotel room they were sharing. "Had a good time watching the rest of it?" She asked as she pushed away from the desk in the room.

Bob nodded as he pulled out his phone, clicking on her contact. But, the moment he was there, he didn't know what to say to her. "Nat," he called, looking up at her. "I need your help."

He only needed Nat's help to get the ball rolling. But soon, she and Bob were sending messages back and forth with just a second long gap between. Sometimes Bob took a little longer to reply, but only because Nat was reading the messages over his shoulder and assuring him that she was flirting.

Bob couldn't believe it. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't.

"I'll go with you tomorrow," Nat said as she climbed into her bed. It was incredibly late and Bob was hyper-aware that they were still texting. "Find out if she really is flirting with you."

"Nat..."

"Goodnight, Bob."

Natasha went to sleep, but Bob stayed up. She was still replying to his messages, and he couldn't bring himself to not respond. At least until she turned around and wished him goodnight.

When Bob woke up, she had already texted him. I don't have to be on track until later - wanna get food?

Who was Bob to say no? Natasha grinned as he got himself ready, including his glasses. (He had brought his contacts to Vegas because of how much he hated wearing his glasses. He didn't have time to put them in before they headed to the track the day before, but Nat didn't expect him to wear them now).

He walked out of the hotel, ignoring Hangman and Rooster as they called after him. They sat in the lobby, do doubt waiting for Natasha as they whistled at him.

Bob kept going. He saw her car before he walked out of the glass doors, and had to stop himself from breaking into a small jog. As he approached, she pushed open the passenger side door. "Hey, Robby!" She called, wearing a grin.

"Hey," Bob said, wearing a smile as he climbed into the passenger side.

As soon as he was buckled in, she began driving. "Have you ever been to Vegas before?" She asked as she headed towards the strip.

Bob shook his head. "No, ma'am," he said. It wasn't in the same way he'd said 'ma'am' before. No, those time he had been nervous saying it. This time, it was so fucking cute and she loved it. "I don't get enough leave for that."

"Why do you call me ma'am?" She asked, but she never wanted it to stop.

Bob couldn't stop his smile. "My momma raised me right."

That much she could tell. She parked the car and climbed out as Bob did the same. "Come on," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.

They went to a restaurant. Bob didn't catch the name of it as she pulled him through the doors. Even when sat gave the waiter her name, she was still holding his hand.

They sat down at a table for two. It felt far too intimate, almost like a date. She couldn't order a drink, but insisted that Bob did. He ordered one beer and made sure to make it last through their entire lunch.

She ordered a salad. Bob wanted to do the same, but she could see how conflicted he was. "Have whatever you want," she said, lowering her menu.

So, he did just that. Bob got himself a burger, the cheapest one on the menu (which was still incredibly expensive).

While they ate, Bob couldn't ignore the way her foot touched his knee beneath the table. He gulped as he reached for his beer.

While they waited, she told Bob about how she had grown up. Karting from a young age before moving onto single seaters.

The more she spoke, the more Bob could imagine getting into F1. Watching races, coming to see her in Vegas when he wasn't deployed. He just had to hope she still liked him enough to keep in contact with him.

They spent the entire afternoon together, until she was taking Bob to the track with her. Pictures of the two of them were taken as they walked through the paddock, too close to just be friends.

Once again, Bob stood in the garage while she completed the last practice session. She led, the fastest car until the Red Bulls were released onto the track.

But still, Bob couldn't stop watching the number 53 car. She came into the pits, had her tyres changed and went out a few minutes later.

Bob couldn't help but smile as he watched her climb the leaderboard. When practice ended, she didn't come in right away, doing a practice start with the other drivers.

When she got out of her car, she pulled off her helmet and balaclava, and spoke to her engineers. She had looked so happy when she climbed out of the car, but Bob watched as her face fell.

She walked over to him, unable to keep herself from sighing. The anger dropped from her face, replaced by sadness. "Wanna come sit in my drivers room?"

So, Bob followed her to her drivers room. She led him inside and shut the door behind him, letting out a breath as she leaned against it.

"Everything okay?" Asked Bob as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

She unzipped her overalls and let them fall to her hips. Bob shuffled over on the couch, giving her space. She sat beside him, shutting her eyes as she leaned back. "Because of the parts they'd had to replace in my car, I'm probably going to get a penalty later," she mumbled.

Her head fell onto his shoulder and Bob didn't move. He hesitated before wrapping his arm around her shoulder. That that, she shuffled slightly closer, which Bob didn't mind one bit.

Suddenly, she let out a weak laugh. "You're kinda making me want to stay in the states a little longer, Robby," she mumbled.

He looked down at her. "Would you? Seriously?" Bob could imagine it then, taking her to stay with him in San Diego, taking her to Montana to meet his mom at Christmas.

She shook her head. "I can't," she said and sighed through her nose. "There's one last race before the end of the season."

After that, Bob wanted to say. But he squeezed her shoulder instead.

When her trainer came in, Bob wished her good luck and headed back out to the garage. While he waited, he pulled out his phone and sent Natasha a text. She hadn't gone to the track with him, instead going with Bradley and Jake to the hangar they would be flying from.

If Nat showed Rooster and Hangman his texts, he'd never hear the end of it. But Bob realised he didn't mind. Let them talk, he was here with her.

The first round of the qualifying session was about to start. Bob sort of knew what to expect, she'd explained it to him while they sat in her drivers room, her head on his shoulder. He watched as she walked towards the car, her red, gold, black and white helmet on her head.

She climbed into the car and somebody strapped her in as somebody else spoke to her. She nodded at whatever they were saying and put her thumbs up.

Admittedly, Bob couldn't tell the difference between the practice sessions and the qualifying session. He watched as she went from having no time on the board to being the quickest car on track. But then she was knocked out of the top spot, down in eighth by the end of that session.

Bob had assumed that she was starting the race in eighth position after the eighteen minute long qualifying session. But then she and fourteen other drivers were going back out onto track.

Again she was at the top of the board, knocked out by the same driver. But she stayed in fourth, unable to get a quicker time in before the end of the session.

She went out for a third and final time. Bob heard her calling down the radio as somebody got in her way. But she put an impressive time on the board, finishing third.

It may have been obvious to everybody else in the garage, but Bob had to ask the girl standing next to him. She pushed her dark hair behind her ear and answered with a thick French accent. Bob thanked her and watched as the 53 car came into the garage.

She hopped out, did what she needed to do and came to find Bob.

It was near midnight and she couldn't quite believe he was still there, watching her. They'd spent the entire day together, and she'd loved every minute of it.

"Want me to drive you home?" She asked and Bob nodded his head.

She did just that, driving Bob back to his hotel. "They haven't confirmed if I've got a penalty or not," she said as she drove him. "So, for now I'm starting in P3." She quickly glanced at him and then looked back at the road. "Think you might be my good luck charm, Robby," she said and he blushed a deep shade of red.

She pulled up outside of the hotel, just as she had done the day before. And, like the day before, Bob was hesitant to climb out of the car.

As Bob reached for the handle of the door, she opened her mouth, ready to say something, and he stopped. But she closed her mouth. Still, Bob didn't move.

She sucked in a breath and tried again. This time, words came out. "Can I come up?"

Bob knew what that meant. How could he not? Some part of him had been wanting her to ask something like this for the last few hours. But still, he shook his head. "I, uh, I can't. I'm sharing my room with Nat."

"Oh," she said and looked down at the centre console between them. "Oh, shit. Are you and Nat- I didn't mean to overstep... I-"

Bob quickly shook his head. "No. No, Nat's my best friend, but only my best friend," he said. "But, her bed is a couple feet away from mine, so..."

She couldn't help but let a smile cross her face at that. "Can I kiss you, Robby?" She asked.

He leaned over the centre console. Her arms went around his neck, fingers playing with the short hair at the back of his neck.

Bob kissed her. He closed the gap between them, his arm awkwardly resting on her shoulders as his lips moved against her own. Her nose bumped the lens of his glasses, but neither of them minded.

If the expensive car left room for it, he would have moved her onto his lap. But he couldn't. He pulled away, staring at her as his eyes opened again. "Holy shit," he whispered and she grinned at him.

"I'll come and get you before the race," she said and Bob climbed out of the car.

***

He didn't wake up to a text from her. Immediately Bob's mind played tricks on him, telling him that, after they had kissed, she didn't want him.

He sat in the hotel for half of the day, in a perpetual state of anxiousness. Part of him didn't want to move until he heard from her, until he knew that everything was okay.

"You coming?" Nat asked him. He checked his phone one last time before following her out of the hotel room.

He didn't know what she was currently dealing with, that she had just found out about her grid place penalty. "This is such shit!" She cried as she and Charles walked through the paddock. She'd woken up to the news and hadn't had time to message Bob.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now," Charles said, stopping to sign things for fans (signs, hats, and even a packet of oreos). "How are things going with the navy guy?"

She grinned as they kept walking through the paddock. "We kissed, Cha," she said, suddenly much happier.

"Kissed and..." Charles tried to push.

She shook her head. "Just kissed."

Charles nodded as they walked into the garage. "Just kissed, but you wanted more," he said. "Are you gonna see him before we leave?"

"Yeah," she answered. "I'm gonna go and pick him up before the race."

Through the evening, she and Charles did what they needed to do for the race. When she got a minute, she texted Bob, but she didn't have many opportunities to check her phone.

As soon as she had a chance, she ran out of the paddock. She held her phone to her ear as she went, making her way to her car. Bob picked up on the third ring. "Hey," she said, opening the door of her car. "I'm on my way."

Bob hesitated before he answered. "I'm not at the hotel right now."

"Do you still want to come to the race?" She asked quickly.

"Do you still want me there?"

She let out a laugh. "Of course I do, Robby. Give me the address and I'll pick you up."

That was just what happened. She picked Bob up and took him to the track. She promised the other aviators that she would get him there to watch the military flyover and drove off with him in the passenger seat.

"Have you ever been to San Diego?" Bob asked as she drove. It had been playing on his mind a lot since they kissed, his best case scenario (which was currently happening. He could have laughed at himself for being so worried).

She shook her head. "I haven't had a chance to explore outside of the places we have Grand Prix," she answered.

"So, you haven't been to Montana?"

"Nope."

Bob couldn't help but smile. He sucked in a breath, steadying himself. "I don't know when you're gonna have time off, but I could show you Montana, if you'd like."

She grinned at him as she parked the car. "I'd love that, Robby," she said and climbed out of the car.

She checked the time on her watch, grabbed her hand and began running. "I'm late!" She cried. Bob was only happy to run beside her, heading into the Ferrari garage. He slowed to a walk, but she kept going, running to her drivers room to pull on her fireproofs and overalls.

Bob watched it all. He watched as she stood for the national anthem with her fellow drivers, watched as she completed the formation lap from the back of the grid (something he had to ask about), and watched as she raced.

Bob couldn't help but be impressed as she fought her way across the track, racing past most of the grid. She overtook ten other cars, finishing in 5th.

When she climbed out of the car, Bob could see just how happy she was from her body language alone. She did what she had to do, spoke to the team and was interviewed, before she ran over to Bob and threw her arms around him.

"That was incredible!" He cried, smiling down at her. "I didn't realise racing was so exciting."

She grinned and kissed his cheek. "Think you'll watch next weeks race?"

"Definitely," he said.

He hadn't expected her to kiss him in front of all of the cameras. But Bob didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close until she pulled away.

"I leave in the morning," she whispered in his ear. "Stay with me, in my hotel. One last night."

"Until Montana?" Bob asked, his forehead against her own.

"Until Montana."

a/n: ok i loved this and it may need a part two lol

[degrees-of-fuck]

Have Some Transfem Sydney Headcanons??

I like to randomly generate the genders for my DOL saves and for my current one, I have a transfem Sydney! So I thought I’d write some headcanons about that. (I’m an afab demigirl & kinda figuring out my feelings still - and my sister’s a trans girl, so while I do have Gender Stuff, some things may be off since I only have observation to go off of for this specific experience?? But I wanted to post thoughts.)

Due to her distrust of Harper and the general difficulties of uh. Being around them Sirris most likely picks up her hormones and various titty skittles for the most part? Like I’d be surprised if Sirris got along with Harper either, but they seem better equipped to enter the hospital without having their teeth fully set on edge. For similar reasons, probably accompanies Syd to her appointments whenever possible I’d think?? I dunno, Sirris strikes me as someone that would be pretty fuckin good and supportive in this area in general personally.

Leans way too hard into biblical ideas of womanhood as a means of feeling more secure and like she’s doing it right. At least while pure. I think corrupt Sydney would be more able to figure out what Be Girl means to her and figure out her gender expression stuff in a more natural way and I love that for her.

I’ll have you know that the lord makes no mistakes 🗡️ 

I feel like she probably only started transitioning fairly recently? Considering how sheltered she is, I feel like that would make figuring herself out and Why She Has These Feelings haaaard. Already having long hair (Totally unrelated in this case) and pretty features helps tho.

Sidenote but in my current game, Whitney generated as transmasc. whitney are you perhaps mad that syd has a supportive parent that’s helping her with this? jealous, perhaps?? (PC 🤝 Whitney || lashing out at Sydney out of jealousy toward her relationship with Sirris. Change my mind.)

I once saw a post about implications of them knowing each other when they were younger and to that I say Sydney and Whitney feeling bitter toward each other growing up because they’re doing their gender Wrong! If I had that gender, I’d do it so much better! But like. Unconsciously. t4t hostility.

[agalnamedlunasea]

You 🤝 me

Thinking Sonia would’ve been better collateral than Hiyoko

YES EXACTLY

I'm gonna ramble about it

The way that Hiyokos death is handled in the narrative bugs THE FUCK outta me for a number of reasons. First of which being what you say in your post. Hiyoko was far worse of a bully to Mikan than she is to anyone else. But once they have Mikan kill her while under the influence of the dispair disease, suddenly their relationship to eachother doesn't matter. She was killed because she happened to go to the music venue (which is tbh kinda out of character! She was quarantining herself at the motel, why would she leave? Ik, her kimono, but still?). She ended up just being collateral damage, a loose end that needed to be tied. And to do that to a character who was just starting to change and grow? At the hands of the character with which she has the most conflict? Is such a waste. As is, Hiyokos death is just there to fill a quota (similar to tenko in v3 but thats another story)

Like we were saying, if they wanted a tragic collateral damage kill, Sonia would have been a *much* better fit. Sonia is a much better liked by the rest of the cast, but didn't have any particularly strong relationship to mikan, so her dying there would have had a much more tragic impact. She could have also impacted the other characters in a much more interesting way that way. Look, I love Sonia, I do, but she doesn't really have the strongest impact on the narrative or themes. Anything she does do could easily be filled by another character if she died.

If she had died in chapter 3, kazuichi could have gotten some much needed development in getting over her. And if the way it went down was that Sonia went to the music venue to get the mirror *for* hiyoko (something that would have been more in character for both of them) then that would have been a big help to Hiyokos arc, having to reconcile her role in Sonia dying. Maybe it would get her to finally come around and officially be a better person.

Apparently Hiyokos spot was planned to be filled by fuyuhiko originally but they changed that because it would undermine what happened to Peko. But that really doesn't check out to me, because hiyoko dying undermines mahirus death. You can kinda tell that was the plan because Fuyuhikos development happens kinda quickly, whereas Hiyokos only just starting to grow when she gets offed.

I also think it would have been cool to have Hiyoko and Sonia switch, because then each of the survivors would have had to deal with the loss of someone close to them. In canon, kazuichi makes this an incomplete theme. There's fuyuhiko with peko, akane with nekomaru, hajime with nagito and chiaki, and sonia with gundham. But kaz doesn't have anyone he especially cared about die. If sonia died, he'd not only have to get over her and reconcile her death, but then all of the survivors would have people to live on for (hiyoko with mahiru, and kaz with sonia and maybe gundham depending on how much you changed the writing).

Idk it just sucks to see sooooo much potential wasted. It could have been so good

[lilacerull0]

Amy's Wedding Dress brain rot....

Can't get a decent shot of the full dress but the flowers are falling from her chest to her feet (or being dragged up the dress)...falling petals are often seen as a symbol of life/death or a cycle of rebirth...the fact that there's a clear block of space in between them "a split in the skin of the world."...

also the flowers gathering at her feet reminded me of this detail of De Morgan's Cassandra portrait:

the roses in the painting...the roses dotted around the wedding reception.

and amy's white roses/flowers are a bit more reminiscent of De Morgan's Helen of Troy:

white roses growing at her feet, the flowers at the foot of the dress AND the white roses in Helen's hair:

white roses, amongst other things, symbolise silence and wistfulness purple symbolises love at first sight...the first face this face saw...

something about those pinning back the veil, bearing in mind they don't match the colour scheme at all, silence + a lack of prophecy (also back onto Cassandra, in Agamemnon she's completely silent until she begins to prophesy, her voice is only heard when she's doing that) -> love at first sight + foresight...

Helen's also depicted as wearing embroideries of waves in the painting (Amy Pond - River Song water symbolism link??):

Whereas Cassandra's hem is decorated with flames, either in reference to Apollo or the burning of Troy (11Amy sun/fire symbolism + the TARDIS burning):

ALSO (and this is getting a bit long), Helen and Cassandra as two-sides of the same coin: both are held in high-regard because of their beauty, (depending on the reading) both are shipped off to be brides (or concubine in some readings of Cassandra) of complete strangers and referred to a prizes in that regard:

Cassandra even compares herself to Helen: Agamemnon, that famous king of the Achaeans, will find in me a bride more fraught with woe to him than Helen (also, her twin brother is named Helenus)

Diverting back to Amy and the paintings: the similarities between Helen and Cassandra -> Aphrodite continuously pushing Helen back into a marriage to Paris, despite Helen being reluctant and wanting to go home -> the ending of the God Complex + 11 playing "matchmaker" with Amy and Rory in AotD...

*face in hands* I have normal feelings about this ask.

Thinking about the duality of Helen, duality of Cassandra, thinking about the Iliad... Cassandra The Fairest Of Priam's Daughters Cassandra and Helen who, when referenced, happens to be perceived negatively... but both of them being somewhat or mostly haunted by passivity in this version of the narrative. (regarded as prizes -> Amy's options continuously being reduced to choosing between Dr and Rory instead of focusing on her aspirations) Cassandra's edited timeline gives more room to Helen's questioning (even though their appearances in the Iliad aren't frequent to say the least), Aeschylus' Helen is more of a phantom than a person (evoked by memory *cough* *cough* Amy) meanwhile Cassandra gets to keep her prophetic voice. Hmmm thinking about Helen and Cassandra as (shaky) metaphors for Amy's conflicting traits, sacrifice of one for the sake of the other (suffering is better than passivity as Amy's principal belief), cursed beauty, unavoidable conditions meet unavoidable outcomes. Helen will always be remembered as the instigator of the Trojan War and Cassandra isn't likely to be the first name to cross somebody's mind at the mention of these events, but at least they will be crowned beautiful without exception, no matter the circumstances :/

Amy's wedding dress is a character, okay? (Amy's wedding dress is like Helen in Agamemnon) In a way, Amy's wedding dress has its own cycle of waiting, being abandoned in The Eleventh Hour and returned to in Flesh & Stone, but still stuck in that same exact moment, the moment marking its abandonment, the moment it can't get out of. (the dress 🤝 the TARDIS 🤝 Amy -> being non-narrative) I mentioned before how the door to Amy's house resembles the TARDIS and the flowers/nature enveloping her house resemble the flowers on her wedding dress:

Well, the TARDIS door and the flower details function as a set up for Amy remembering the Dr, little time glitches opposing the crack in the wall. The door = drawing-like version of the TARDIS, a memory, an echo. The artificial flowers (loving the ghostly effect of artificial details and the echo TARDIS door here, there's something there especially if you consider Amy's Time of the Doctor appearance to be her last one or Twelve's "Amy and Rory! It was Amy and Rory!" in Hell Bent. Amy runs away with the Dr in 5x01, but she doesn't leave the house, can't ever leave the house. Not entirely. Just like she can't stop haunting the narrative as we saw with Twelve. Twelve love letter to and a ghost of Amy <3333) = invocation of the garden in an otherwise eerie setting/presence that is Amy's house and the one thing that brings marital themes somewhat closer to Amy. (the flowers are gathered at Amy's heart -> a save place is a prison, gardens are Amy's safe place) The link you made between the dress and the split in the skin of the world is EVERYTHING to me because YES! THAT'S IT! The dress, like Amy, gets to mess with time and become the narrative (and is given the space to do so precisely when time is still healing, when time has been cracked and burned and reshaped -> TWORS role reversal is allowed to happen only because there's an error in time, Dr saying "Space and time isn't safe yet..... Something drew the TARDIS to this particular date and blew it up. Why?" in the final minutes of 5x13) This shot:

is particularly interesting to me because: 1) Amy's nightgown is white, making her blend in with the dress 2) it's daylight, unlike all the other times we see the dress 3) the dress is finally seen from a different angle and has been removed from her fixed point. Another counterattack crack in time culminating in Amy remembering the Dr. Also the flowers gradually disappearing and appearing again -> Dr remaining a part of Amy's world in spite of being erased from it, time injures are relative from Amy's pov, to her they are fixed points, preconditions for her existence, she is always brought back to the same moment, she is always back in her garden, waiting. Which is why the purple flowers pinning back the veil intrigue me... the wedding dress is a phantom and a precondition, 11 still planned this even though I hate giving him credit, but it's in the text... Amy's big moment is a prophecy come true, but the purple flowers are, among other things, indicative of Amy being the concertmaster to a predestined conductor, given how they don't compliment the colour scheme at all, like you pointed out. The Big Bang is sooo fun and cool because there's also the positioning of the characters, another role reversal as seen here (Amy is the narrative, she can't rewrite the story when she's familiar with every plot point, but she can have this :"):

And I think this is an interesting progression as well (the door behind her!!):

Linking one of our previous discussions because we, like Amy, somehow always end up in the garden eventually. (I feel like this one is always relevant hihi)

also this post is a mandatory mention here

[wishing-well-writing]

Can we have Cookie Run five legendary heroes HCs please?

!GEN ANCIENTS HCs!

Written by: 🦷

Fandom: Cookie Run Series

Character(s): Pure Vanilla Cookie, White Lily Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie, Golden Cheese Cookie

Warnings: N/A

A/N: MOD 🦷 (ME) IS STUPID AND POSTED THIS EARLY PLEASE FORGIVE THIS FUCKIN IDIOT I'M SORRY AJXHAJDJ

let’s get crackalackin boyes

gonna start off with pronouns and sexualities because why not!

pure vanilla: he/they, i can see him as panromantic/pansexual, they have a lot of love (platonic AND romantic) for everyone, mostly white lily though :)

white lily: she/they/it, demiromantic/demisexual most likely... i can definitely see her as being aro/ace who is still interested/drawn towards the idea of a romantic relationship

golden cheese: she/they, butch lesbian vibes and unlike hollyberry the actual herbo of the group while hollyberry is himbo aligned (there’s a difference <3)

hollyberry: she/her, raging bisexual that’s himbo aligned, also very much full of love

dark cacao: he/him, demiromantic/demisexual with a preference for women

both golden cheese and hollyberry are pretty much somewhere on the butch scale tbh, hollyberry being like soft butch and golden cheese is Somewhere but she’s definitely there

also like golden cheese lies in the scale of “you’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice?”

where everyone else falls is up to interpretation because they’re all stupid in their own ways

okay now to other headcanons, this is going to be a mess of things LMAO

they all definitely have lights (i.e. pure vanilla and the light of truth, hollyberry with the light of passion, etc etc) we just don’t know the others (yet)

holly has an amicable relationship with her light, cheese and cacao probably fall under the more business esque, and vanilla and lily srtraight up never tell their lights anything

post-light of truth vanilla doesn’t have a heart so to speak, just some ball of light that acts as a heart

they technically died in the prologue but they’re fine, they have the light of truth keeping em alive

and by that extent he’s somewhere along the veins of immortal, as compensation (not really) he gets cool glowing veins/cracks on his skin

also golden cheese is a whole bird lady send tweet

when princess and tiger lily were born the other ancients also gave little blessings to them (sleeping beauty style)

since hollyberry blessed them to always be together or somewhere along that vein

dark cacao blessed them to grow up strong (princess and tiger lily being absolute butch queens runs in the family but the sentiment was there LMAO)

pure vanilla and white lily are kinda fuckin' dead so they're irrelevant to this conversation WBZKBSXKJD

golden cheese's blessing was for them to be more prosperous

since we're going under the assumption that her kingdom is rather wealthy...

maybe in terms of trade... but that falls more under hollyberry kingdom considering all their boats and such

also just "Hey check out this cool shit I have!"

golden cheese kingdom 🤝 hollyberry kingdom "trading!!!"

gotta get them shineys for princess somehow

assuming that dark choco was born around the same time as princess and tiger lily, or maybe even a few years BEFORE them, they oughta know each other in the vaguest fashion

but that's a later thing (maybe)

dark cacao definitely wanted to show his friends his son

pride and joy so ya know, come meet the future heir (lol not)

the eventual fall of the dark cacao kingdom was devastating to say the least, alongside the fall of the other kingdoms (well, pure vanilla's that is, hollyberry kingdom is doing just fine and we don't know jackshit about golden cheese BEJZBDJFJD)

and to learn that it was dark cacao's own son rubbed more salt into that wound

anyways

white lily local hermit since she doesn't have a fuckin' kingdom

good for it tbh, good for it

she does well on her own anyways, and was mostly by pure vanilla's side, observing and helping and whatnot

she learned a lot from pure vanilla, they learned from each other! besties sharing ideas because they're both geniuses but also dumb shits

white lily also sorta just lived in the forest

had her own little hut, it's still there if you look around

however it is overgrown, covered in leaves, vines, and well... white lilies :]

there's also hints of the other ancients there

notably a photograph/painting of all of them, it's covered in dust and mildly yellowed

a few frames are shattered due to the newly formed dark enchantress destressing in that hut before abandoning it all together

but it seems like she couldn't destroy them outright...

they're hidden somewhere in there, under all those leaves and vines

[mallowstep]

firetiger anon: oh yeah no understandable re: angst, nw! i love that evil firetiger excerpt, the evil does come across :D and it's fun that it seems like fireheart is harsher than tigerstar? mostly because of how tigerstar seems anxious?

but also the good au 🥺❤ the power of love keeps winning so much it can bring tigerclaw back, i love it. i think goldenfiretiger would be REALLY cute in this instance but just firetiger is just as good!! goldenfiretiger just... it gets me going all: goldenflower 🤝 fireheart -> using love to get tigerclaw to be good again.

ty for your thoughts :D

yeah my brain's a weird tangle when it comes to things. if y'all ever see it, y'know. consider it a moment of matthew making some progress. if not, well, that's that.

THANK yeah there's...the doc title is "gay king shit" lmao. it all takes place after tpb times, so. how they got there is a bit of a mystery.

fireheart's way harsher than normal in that scene bc he just got woken up to discover his mate has two kits, and seeing as neither of them can get pregnant...so yeah. it's about the only time that tigerstar is scared. because fireheart's pissed!

frankly, fireheart's like...he's normally the calm, chill one. something went wrong? you want to bring it to fireheart first.

but.

when he has to get his paws dirty?

it's brutal.

for a more normal scene, bc ik i'm not posting this au for a while:

“Good.” Tigerstar’s face softens. “I…Fireheart and I have adopted a litter of kits, but their mother is dead. They need milk.”

“Right.” He’s not asking her if she will, but if he did, she’d say yes. Kits are kits, and they don’t deserve to starve.

Mistyfoot follows Tigerstar to his den. The sun is just starting to rise, and Blackfoot is organizing patrols. Fireheart usually “supervises,” but today, he’s missing. Featherclaw and Stormfang are sharing a fish, but she doesn’t look straight at them. She’s glad they’re alive, but they were still willing to kill her.

She doesn’t think she blames them.

It’s just hard.

Tigerstar stands to one side, allowing her into the den first. He dips his head, slightly, but the respect is a performance.

Fireheart is curled tightly around two kits, although he unfurls slightly in her presence. “Mistyfoot! Sorry to drag you away from your kits.”

“It’s alright.” He stands carefully, sitting next to Tigerstar, and she slides into his place. The kits can’t be a half moon old, their eyes still shut and their ears barely open, and they must be starving, because they start suckling from her without hesitation. She closes her eyes, deciding she can, if nothing else, finally sleep.

and yes! i just. the power of love.

and like it really is just tigerclaw's deep desire to be with fireheart but it grows! he was wrong! and he really fucked up in being wrong! so yeah.

fire/golden/tiger isn't MY poison of choice but it's definitely an excellent ship

<3

[theteasetwrites]

Readers mommy issues 🤝 daryls daddy issues

✨ spoiling thier daughter with utmost care cause they dont wanna be like their parents✨

STOP I AM SO GLAD YOU PICKED UP ON THAT (and now you got me talking about my series again lol so here we go)

I definitely did that on purpose lol. I like to delve into both of them struggling to be better parents, and comparing themselves to their own parents (reader to her mother, Daryl to his father). Reader is luckier than Daryl, though, in that she at least has her father to look up to, since he was actually a good parent to her and Aaron, but Daryl? His mother died when he was like five or something. He barely knew her, so all he has to reference is his father and Merle (not the best role models).

I think Daryl is kind of just winging it when it comes to being a dad tbh. He doesn't know exactly what he's doing, but he's trying really hard, and he's actually great at it (I mean, I like to write Robin as though she loves both of her parents equally, and she definitely does, but let's be real—she's a daddy's girl at heart). All he knows is that he would never hurt her like his father did to him, and he is always there for her, unlike his father and Merle who both left him alone throughout his childhood. Robin is never, ever alone. She has a huge support system (literally the entire community of Alexandria lmao), and honestly I think she has a pretty darn good life for a kid growing up in the literal zombie apocalypse.

And don't even get me started on Baby Dixon #2. I don't wanna reveal TOO much about what I have planned with him, but just know that Daryl's gonna have an emotional time with that kid. As in, he's a little boy... Daryl was once a little boy... Daryl's a man... That little boy is gonna be a man someday... Yada yada yada... You know he's gonna be extra sensitive with that boy. He does NOT want to make the same mistakes his own father did with raising his sons, and I think Daryl is going to have a lot on his plate with the second baby (let's just say, Princess wasn't entirely wrong with her predictions...)

And then with the reader character... Ooo, boy. Her mom kinda sucked ass. She wasn't physically abusive like Daryl's father, but she was emotionally abusive for sure, and also homophobic and just generally terrible in her views (poor Aaron omg). I think her big struggle is making sure she's not projecting onto her child(ren) or trying to impose her will on them. Her mother expected a lot from her, and wanted her to turn out a certain way, and she just doesn't want to do that to her kids. She wants them to have the freedom to do what they want to do and to be who they want to be, even in the world they live in now. I also come back to her experience dealing with the morality of having a child in the apocalypse. She grappled with that for a bit in season 9, and I think I am going to re-address that in oneshots that take place during the season 9 time jump as well. She compares herself to her mother a lot during that time, as she wonders if she's being selfish by having a child now. Very interesting stuff I like to play with a little bit to make the characters more interesting and to add more depth to the story.

Um ANYWAY... yeah they're not perfect parents but they're trying so hard it's adorable. I love them so much. They're both my babies. Even tho reader is I guess technically me (all of us?) but tbh she's really just an OC in disguise at this point lmao I am gonna rewrite the whole thing in third person one day and give her a name and everything, but I just wanted to do it in reader/second person perspective cuz idk it's more fun that way but yeah she's an OC let's be real lol