#I mean I enjoy writing the others in varied situations more yep that's what I said there | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

giant-sketches · 4 years ago

Photo

Hello everyone and welcome back to another chapter of Mass Emotions after such a long wait. I worked very hard to make it worth that time of course, but please do be patient with me as I find more time to write and draw for this side blog of mine. :9

To find rest of the chapters you can follow this link!

If you would like to be added to the taglist please DM or send an ask. :3

Disclaimer: Crying/Shouting/Cursing/Anxiety Attack/Pain/Slight Physical Harm

Side-note: The main ship in this series is fluff LAMP. Janus is seen as a guardian figure to the other sides and is therefore not shipped with any of them. All sides are the same age, but their maturity varied in the past.

It was night when Virgil started making his way out of the window from his room, sneaking past Logan’s surveillance drones, and into the surrounding woods. Two weeks had gone by of them discussing, or more like arguing over which of the remaining destabilized giants to go after. Obviously, Roman wanted to save his brother as soon as possible! On top of that Logan supported his wishes based purely on the fact that Remus was closest to breaking apart.

However, Virgil wanted to go for Janus instead. He was the first to destabilize so Virgil thought it only fair and Patton agreed with him. Saying he’d suffered enough of not being able to remember his family for the past years. Yet, there was another reason the anxious side wanted to save him first...Janus’s destabilization had been Virgil’s fault. He was the one who started it and He had to be the first to end it!

A surprise was waiting for Virgil though, a note stuck to the outside window instructing him to come to the cave on the West side, signed Janus. The timing was uncanny as he stuffed it into his hoodie pocket. Virgil was now alone in the woods making haste towards the obvious trap awaiting him.

Unfortunately, Patton’s sixth sense for tomfoolery kicked in as he suddenly woke up. Roman was snoring, Logan listening to his recorded tapes on scientific studies, and Virgil...nothing. Okay, that’s weird. Usually his Stormcloud liked to fall asleep to the sound of rain or ocean waves. Pat turned the knob to find it unlocked and then to find no Virgil sleeping within. “Oh kiddo.” He whispered, full of disappointment. He flew to the alarm and pressed the button to wake up the others.

“Holy! What, what is it?!”

“Ah! What time is it? Who hit the alarm?”

Patton stood in the hall with his arms crossed in full Dad mode.

“Virgil’s gone.”

“He’s WHAT?!”

“You have got to be kidding me. H-he didn’t...you know?”

Patton nodded. There was no way it could be anything else. “He’s gone to meet with Janus.”

“Are you sure?”

Just then Pat held up a crinkled note. It was the one Virgil thought he stuffed into his pocket, but it fell out while he climbed out the window. Pretty much Virge had made a lot of mistakes despite thinking he was being careful.

“Shit. I’ll get my gear on.” Roman ran back into his room and Logan followed suit. There was no telling how long it’d been since Virgil had left. They needed to hurry.

---------------- Many Years Ago in the Mindscape

“Big bro Jan Jan!” Janus turned around to find himself being tackled by a slightly shorter side.

“Woah! Hey Virgil!” He smiled sweetly. “Be careful running around like that. What if you got hurt?” Virgie only giggled, “You’re such a worrywart Big bro Janus!”

“Well, that is true, I am Protectiveness after-all. I’m here to make sure we stay safe and can protect Thomas when he needs us.” He said as he took Virgil’s hand. “I’m also here as your all’s caretaker my little ball of Curiosity!”

The two used to be so close, just like brothers. Janus was always kind and stoic as he taught and cared for Virgil. He did the same for the other sides as well, since he was the most developed. Morality and Creativity being a little more mature than Virgil, as they all played together. To all of them Janus was like a guardian, despite all being the same age, and they loved him as such, but that did put a lot of pressure on the protective side.

One night, that pressure finally caused him to break. It was late when a strange sound caught his ear. “What was that?” He wondered, getting up from his bed to look down the hall. No one; still there was a slight breeze lingering below his feet. Is a window open or something? A sense of panic started setting in as he ran out to check on the others. Morality? He was sleeping while hugging one of many plushies. Then was Creativity okay? Yep, mumbling to himself about some dream. The last to check on was Curiosity...gone.

The window on the back wall was wide open as the cool night air taunted Janus’s paled face. “Virgil! Virgil, where are you? Please, please come here if you can hear me!” Where had he gone? Jan was trying hard to listen to any odd sounds around him, but the heart beat in his chest kept pounding. His eyes watery, ears ringing, why was this happening? Why did Virgil go outside when he’d been told to never leave the house without him? The stress had been building inside Janus for a while now.

His natural need to protect was eating away at him as the pressure grew. The pressure to be the perfect big brother Virgil idolized him for. The pressure to protect his family, protect Thomas, always be there, listen to their problems, and on and on! What about him? Didn’t he matter just as much? When was someone going to protect him, listen to HIM!

“No one ever really listens.” He grumbled.

*SNAP*

Quickly, Janus turned his head around in the direction of the sound. Running at full speed until he saw Virgil on his knees on the cliffside. What was he doing? “Virgil!” He shouted.

Virgil turned to look at his panicked friend and smiled as he started to get up. Waving his hand around like he hadn’t a care in the world...and that’s when it happened. A strong gust of wind hit, causing the curious side to topple over and begin rolling off the cliff. “NO!”

Without any hesitation Janus jumped down and curled himself around Virgil to protect him as they both fell off the side. This was it; Janus was going to break apart any minute now. He was going to disappear forever. It wasn’t fair...he didn’t deserve this! It was all Virgil’s fault for going out at night, for not listening to his warnings about staying out of trouble. He’d given up so much to care for him, for ALL of them. At that moment something snapped inside of Janus as his body started to grow in size.

He easily filled the space below of the ravine he had moments ago been falling into. The heat and pain was so intense that he fainted, with a tiny Virgil still lying safely under his hand. An hour rolled by, before Virgil stirred awake and began taking in his surroundings. Yellow, warm, and soft? What had he landed on exactly and how was he perfectly okay? From what he could remember he had found a big hole in the Earth and was curious as to what was inside it. Then...he fell into it somehow? The now very confused side held his head as a distant, but familiar voice rang out in his head. Only to then be cut-off by the ground underneath him beginning to move.

“What the…”

He trailed off as his eyes wondered upwards to see a giant with hazy eyes looking down at him. OH SHIT! In a panic, Virgil slid down the side of the giant to hide behind some of the fallen rocks.

He clasped his hands over his mouth and started counting down in his head to control his breathing. While the giant rubbed his eyes, none the wiser to Virgil’s stealthy escape.

“Where am I?” He groaned, working his way up to look around. “Some kind of ravine? Whatever, for now all I have is myself and that’s all I need.” Janus smirked as he walked away with a hum. Curiosity, now not so curious making sure the giant was gone before he made his way out and back home. All the while thinking how familiar the giant’s voice was.

--------------- Back to Current Time

Finally, he was here. The West side caves that Janus was hiding out in and enjoying his freedom ever since he destabilized. Virgil’s nerves started to wear on him as to what this slippery snake had planned for him. Had Jan started to remember his past now that the others' memories were coming back? Or was something else completely different going on?

“Aaaaaahhhhhh” A long groan came from inside, followed by a hiss of pain. The ground shook violently, but Virgil managed to make his way inside. The sounds of discomfort vibrating off the walls until he reached a large opening covered in lights. The interior was quite cozy for a cave. Leave it to Janus to make any location a perfect hide away. “You’re here!”

The greeting snapped Virgil out of his daze and back to the situation at hand. He’d refrained from increasing his size because he hadn’t come for a fight. “Deceit. Why did you call me here?” Virgil lacked information. He needed to see what Jan knew...what he remembered.

Janus bared his fangs with a toothy grin as he picked up his little guest. Luckily, no squeezing this time around. “Oh my dear little Virgil. Why do you think I called you here? I know you’re the one doing this to me.” This? What was he on about? “What do you mean?”

The smile vanished as his grip tightened around Virgil making it hard to breath. “Ah...stop please...Janus.” Suddenly, relief as the hand holding him relaxed. “That! Why are you calling me that?”

Virgil was still dazed from the lack of oxygen. He began wiggling his way out of the giant’s hand and rapidly began increasing his own size to match Jan’s. “You mean Janus. That’s your name.”

“No, no, no! My name is Deceit!” He banged his hand against the cavern wall as tiny items on shelves fell to the floor with a crash. “I don’t know who you think I am, but this is who I am!”

“No, that’s not true. Your name is Janus and you’re one of us. A side...a light side. There is no dark side Jan. Just you and me, and…and your family.”

“Family? Hahaha, what family? You LEFT ME! Remus left me. Everyone’s left...me.” The now sobbing Janus fell to his knees and wailed at the pain of past and present memories colliding inside his broken mind. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.” “And you don’t have to be Jan Jan.” Warm hands, familiar hands embraced him in a welcoming hug as he continued to weep.

“I’ve been having these dreams. Where, we’re all together in one house. I’m looking after you all as your big brother. Are these memories?” “Yeah, they are.” “Why didn’t I remember before then?” “It’s my fault. I’m so sorry Jan Jan. I-I was too curious and you got hurt trying to save me. You destabilized and turned into this monster in order to protect me!”

Virgil softly cried into Janus’s shoulder as he held onto him tightly. Fearing he may disappear at any moment. “I remember now. Oh Virgil, it’s alright. I forgave you a long time ago somewhere deep in my heart.” “R-really?!” Janus smiled and helped wipe away Virgil’s tears as they both stood back up. “I think it’s time I go back home to my family.”

Right as the two of them started to leave the caves the trio of fashionably late heroes appears on the scene. “Virgil! Oh my gosh Sweetpea are you okay?”

The exhausted giant waved down to his friends to show he was well and good. “Stand back from that scaly fiend!” “Roman, it’s okay. He’s started to remember.” “Remember? Do you mean to say he’s begun restabilizing?” Logan perked up curiously. “Yeah, though he’s not running a fever yet so I’m not sure when the process will st-”

Just then a hot wave started to bubble up inside of Virgil as he toppled over in pain. His face sweaty and pale. Janus was confused until he noticed himself shrinking. “What is this?!”

Between gritted teeth, “You all need to get away from here. I’m not completely sure what’s happening but I know it’s dangerous to be near me right now!” The group didn’t ask questions, they trusted Virgil’s judgement as they made their way quickly down the mountain. Meanwhile, Janus was shrinking fast and Virgil was crying out in extreme pain as his body grew rapidly. Soon he had reached his maximum height of 1000 feet, but he continued to grow. What was happening to him?

Once Janus had returned to the normal size of a human he too quickly got to somewhere safer than right next to a constantly growing giant. “Janus! How is Virgil? What’s going on?” “I’m sorry, I don’t know. I suppose if I had to guess he’s stolen my height and added it on to his own.” “He’s adding it on?” “Yes, but not in an exact manner. He’s already grown past 1000 feet, but adding mine on he would have stopped at 1070, but he hasn’t.” “How big is he going to get then?” Janus gulped as he looked back over to the mountain that Virgil’s new size was slowly consuming, “I have no idea.”

Virgil’s body now laid on top of the mountain as he could finally feel himself cooling off. More memories returning to him as his eyes focused onto his surroundings. He had grown to a whopping 5000 feet, nearly a mile high! Virgil quickly spotted the others not too far away as he reached down to grab them up. They were so small he needed to be extremely careful with them. Virgil then laid back against the mountain and smiled. He loved seeing more of his family together again.

The others were mesmerized by his tremendous size. Roman and Patton were definitely blushing as they called out to him. “Are you feeling alright now Darling?” “Yeah, I feel amazing honestly. Usually, I’m really scared and anxious when I’m so big, but this just feels so right.”

They all knew how much Virgil enjoyed being big and they were happy to see him comfortable, still they had to wonder why this happened.

“Do you have any idea why this happened to you Stormcloud?” Virgil shook his head. He had no clue. “All I can say is that it was similar to the fever I had before, but it happened a lot quicker, so the pain was more intense.” “Then perhaps Janus’s restabilization was a catalyst of sorts.” “A catalyst?” “A substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself undergoing any permanent chemical change.” “Seriously Logan, not really the time for a chemistry lesson.” “True, but I think a secondary definition is in order. A catalyst can be a person or thing that precipitates an event. The person being Janus and the event being the increased growth of Virgil.” “Well, besides all the science talk...what does that actually help us understand?” “I’d need to do some tests and get more data, but my starting hypothesis is that somehow Virgil and his new stable form is linked to those who remain destabilized. That chaotic energy inside the body of someone unstable needs to go somewhere and I believe Virgil’s body has adapted in a way that allows him to absorb it. Thus his increase in stature.” “So he eats crazy energy?” “....yes Patton, Virgil now eats crazy energy.”

That was cool! Either way, that was one giant down and one to go. Although, for now it was time to head on home. There Virgil and Janus could both rest and in the morning he’d get an earful from Logan and Patton on protocol and house rules for him running away after finding a note from a crazy giant serpent man. Still, a good ending for now.

To be continued...

@crystalk17 @paranoidgurl @gentlegiantdreamer @suckedinfandoms @craz-ewaters @rainbowbowtie @pattonvirglsanders @enby-phoenix @sanders-sides-virgil @just-some-gt-trash @notkolaidoscop @bluegreeninbtwn @lgbtqiaemo @avenirunknown @ncanspeak @maryann-draws @himeperson @perfectly-princely-emo-nightmare @daydreamburritoworld @im-a-creepy-cookie @radicalskatervirgil

218 notes · View notes

darkhymns-fic · 3 years ago

Text

A New World of All of Us

There's a lone inn that stands in the middle of nowhere, once a place for those on pilgrimage to rest during a leg of their journey. But few speak the name of the Goddess anymore...

Two travelers come by, unfamiliar, but with a dog. But a customer was a customer.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel, Noishe, Original Characters Rating: PG Chapters: 1 of 3 Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: For Colloyd Week, Day 6: Let's go explore the new world together! I suddenly wanted to write a story with OCs, but with Lloyd and Colette being the main focus still! So, this is what came of it, and it's not complete yet! But there is a first chapter of hopefully just three altogether. If you read and enjoy, please let me know! And thank you everyone for Colloyd Week this year!

For the inn that was placed on the crossroads leading between Iselia and Triet, many still called it a House of Salvation whenever they passed by the structure.

It wasn’t such a surprise as to why they still did- for ever since it was claimed by the new owners, they hadn’t done much changes to its original architecture. It still maintained its two stories, shaped like a pillar, with a great open area inside on the first floor. Where once the symbols of Martel would be decorated along the walls with banners and silk, where the humble statue of Spiritua would be placed on the small prayer dais in the front, with mats on the floor to cushion a worshipper’s knees, it was now just a general dining area for visitors, with an innkeeper’s counter placed to the side. The prayer alcove had been converted to a delicacy stand, selling the innkeeper’s homemade treats they had baked for the day.

Upstairs were still the rooms for the weary to rest, once mainly meant for those on a pilgrimage. But many didn’t really go on pilgrimages anymore – none but the very devout few, who still believed in the Goddess that now watched over a newly remade world.

Mara didn’t really think much about that really. Seeing the time as the sun lowered in the sky, she stepped out of the barely renovated inn, a broom in hand, and proceeded to sweep up the dirt on their front steps. But the broom was a little too tall for her, and she struggled to keep it elevated just right as she went about her task. She also hadn’t done the laundry recently, so her dress was a mixture of dust and polka-dots, and her boots were scuffed from the mud from a few days back when she had to handle a few maintenance tasks in the rain.

Then again, business had been slow these days, and it wasn’t like there were patrons around to keep up appearances for…

And her brother hadn’t been back for many hours. He had left this morning for the nearest town, and already it was practically sunset, the horizon letting her know with its orange glow. “I should have gone with him,” she muttered to herself, pushing out the broom in an odd angle that nearly made her lose her balance. She squeaked, held onto a nearby fence railing, feeling the slow burn of embarrassment flood her face. “And he needs to get me a new broom too…”

She might only have been half as embarrassed as she was, if not for hearing the voice that was, apparently, not too far off. “Uh, excuse me? Kid?”

Mara had only been lucky enough to cut off her own terrified shriek, clutching at her broom like a weapon as she turned. In front of her, the man that had called out to her held up both hands – and they looked to be very red hands? “Whoa, sorry! I… I was just checking if you were open!”

Ah. Damn. She had done it again. She had nearly scared away another customer.

“Hold on! I mean… welcome to the All Hands Spiritua Inn! Where we accept hands of all kinds from all walks of life!” She had said that way…way too loud. Mara did all she could to not wince from all that blunder that came out of her mouth. “Have you seen our pamphlets in town?”

“Huh? Uh, no not really…” Even though this guy was clearly unsure about the whole situation… he wasn’t exactly backing away! Mara tried to take that as a good sign. “Just happen to know this place from a few years back… This is an inn now, right?” He pointed at the sign that was hanging off the front, the hinge off the left just a tad bit lopsided. “Is it alright if we stayed?”

Mara opened her mouth to shout a resounding YES to his question. Then she looked at him for just a bit longer, trying to determine his age, coming up with maybe in his mid-twenties or so… The red hands she had been seeing was from the gloves he wore (instead of being really badly sunburned like she’d been thinking), which matched with the red of his outfit, at least from what she could tell. He wore a brown traveling cloak that was clasped at the collar, nearly reaching his feet. From his motions, she could hear the familiar clinking of metal – weapons, she gathered. A mercenary? Or was he a bandit?

But then, she figured he’d try to be a little more subtle with his weapons if he was coming here to steal her gald under the pretenses of being a customer… His hair was also a bit unkempt, waves of russet hair that under the setting sun, seemed to turn into a darker red if she squinted at it just so. There was only just the hint of stubble on his chin, his missed days of shaving catching up to him.

Then she thought about what he said. “Pardon, who’s we?” She didn’t see anyone with him…

“Oh, me and my friend!” He smiled at her the moment he mentioned said friend, as if a light had just been turned on in the vicinity. “And our dog. Do you allow dogs here?”

“Of course!” she said immediately. “We get strays around here all the time anyway.” Too much, sometimes. Also, her brother wasn’t exactly fond of such strays for a certain reason, if she could just remember why…

“Great!” With that, the man in red turned, put both hands around his mouth and yelled, “Heeey!! It’s all good!!”

Huh. Maybe this guy was a bit stranger than she thought. Well, she had already invited him to stay so there was nothing she could do. I probably should have asked if he had money first….

When she started wondering if he was calling in backup of other bandits to rob her blind, she saw the figure he was calling for. Someone who was just in the distance, half-hidden in shadows by the setting sun. From where she stood, it looked like a horse-rider, and as said horse seemed to gallop forward, its rider waved back happily.

The man waved back so strongly, enough to nearly knock off the cloak from his shoulder. Mara raised an eyebrow. Why did he act like he hadn’t seen this person in forever?

As the figure got closer, she barely could see much else at all. They were dressed in the same brown cloak as the man but it covered them from head to toe, complete with a hood that was pulled over their head. All Mara could make out were the white gloves they wore, which held lightly onto the mane of the horse they rode.

“Hello, I hope we’re not intruding,” they finally said. The voice was soft, slightly higher-pitched – and by then, Mara saw the stray locks of blonde hair as they fell out of the hood. She had been so entranced by the figure that she hadn’t noticed the horse they rode until it was basically in front of her.

It then started to…whine?

Wait, that wasn’t a horse! Mara blinked, looking at the creature with its snout, its overly large ears that fanned out from the sides of its face, its fur with varying shades of green. It was a… what was it?

“Noishe here doesn’t bite,” the man said with a grin, ruffling the creature’s fur, unmindful to the giant ears that looked as if they would whack him across the face at any moment. “He’s a real good dog.”

Mara blinked. “Excuse me. Dog?” She glanced at the creature, noting those familiar features, yet… “That’s a dog.”

“Yep! Would you like to pet him?” spoke the figure – the woman, she finally figured – who still sat atop the dog. Who rides a dog?!

“I’m… I’m fine.” Mara still held her broom, half defensively, even though one end of it was dangerously close to unbalancing herself again. “Well, lucky for your…dog… we have the stables already cleaned out, so you can settle it there.”

“Thanks.” The man grinned, hands on his knees as he peered down at her from his height. She mentally groaned, already knowing what was coming. “Hey, so, are your parents around?”

Yes, of course this always happens, doesn’t it?

“And why would you want to know that?” she countered back.

This predictably threw the guy for a loop, making him blink and stare dumbfounded for a solid five seconds. “Well, it’s kinda scary for kids to be by themselves, you know? And we wanted to ask the owners of this place a few things.”

“You’re looking at her.” Okay, co-owner, but it was still the truth.

He blinked again. “Huh?”

“I’m not a kid.” Mara frowned, standing up tall. “I’m eighteen years old!”

The guy scratched the back of his head, smiling nervously. “I mean… you kinda still are…”

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Owner,” said the lady from behind him. She had dismounted from her dog (?) and finally pulled down her hood. Mara held her breath when she saw how the woman had a cascade of golden hair that was arranged in a braid, turned darker by the setting sun, and nearly reaching her waist.

Something about her also seemed… different to Mara, the way she smiled, or the curve of it, at least. She felt a sense of elegance from her, and wondered if maybe she was one of those priests from years back. But the Church of Martel’s influence had waned over the years, and most of its clergy had long abandoned the cloth with the appearance of Tethe’alla.

“My name is Colette,” said the woman, subtly breaking the silence. “Is it okay to ask for your name?”

Mara considered, then nodded. It was nice for some people to have manners here. “I’m Mara. I run this inn with my brother, whose getting us food for tonight’s dinner. I can promise you two a warm meal in a bit if you stay.” Then she pointedly looked at the man. “And be sure to treat me with respect like any adult!”

She was pleased to see the man looked thoroughly embarrassed, still scratching away at that itch on his scalp. “Ehe… Sorry.” A gentle nudge from the woman named Colette startled him for a moment, before his worried face was replaced with a big grin. “Oh yeah, and my name’s Lloyd! Thanks for having us.”

Remember to be nice to people. She could hear her brother’s words in her head and tried her best to cut off any tones of snark in her voice. “Not any trouble. We’re happy you’ve chosen us at the All Hands Spiritua Inn! Now come right this way!” She winced again, seeing the somewhat stunned look on the others faces. She always went overboard like this, or just be grumpy to people otherwise…

After getting the dog to lay somewhat comfortably in the hay (and the woman insisting on giving the giant weird-looking dog a few belly scratches on the tummy), she finally led them inside through the double doors, warning to watch their step on the stoop of the entrance. It was always higher than expected, and she’d had to mentally train herself to hop over it every time or risk a little stumble.

The guy named Lloyd followed her example, deftly hopping over the stoop. The woman named Colette deftly did not.

Mara felt as if she watched Colette’s fall in slow-motion, hearing her startled yell, seeing the way she flailed her arms, which made the cloak around her flutter like a pair of burlap wings – revealing a stark-white outfit that she was wearing underneath – and then fall flat on her face against the floorboards.

Any impression of elegance Mara felt from her instantly went flying out the window.

Lloyd rushed to her side, grasping Colette by her arm. “Colette! You alright?”

“Ehe…” Colette raised her head to Lloyd, already a bruise forming on her forehead. Mara had to wince at that. Ouch. “Sorry. Guess I tripped again.”

“That looked like it really hurt,” he commented, pulling her up gently, their boots making the floor creak.

“Kind of, yeah…”

“Uh, I can get you some ice and a salve for that bruise, miss,” Mara helpfully offered, realizing soon that maybe she should. And since it was their inn that this had happened, she didn’t want any weird legal matters happening.

“That’s okay, I’ll just sleep it off,” Colette said, smiling gently again – just now with a little bump on her forehead. It kinda ruined the effect…

“Yeah, and we got plenty of apple gels to help!” Lloyd looked strangely proud about that, but once he turned back to Colette, his expression went back to concern. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. Oh, wait-” Now back to Mara with questioning eyes. “Uh, is it still just one room up there?”

He said that so specifically that Mara was caught off guard from it. It was true that this place had only one room upstairs, fitted with multiple beds to house people in need of rest. They had kept meaning to put some walls in, or at least dividers, but they never really had time for it. “Yes! It’s just at the top of the stairs. I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.”

“Thanks.” The guy gave her a thumbs up (How weird) and then led Colette up the stairs, their cloaks the last thing Mara saw as they ascended. She thought she also saw Colette’s face continually looking towards downstairs, especially to the dining area specifically.

Once they were out of sight, and she heard the door click softly, she remembered something very important.

Crap, she thought, tightening her hands on the broom she was still holding for some reason. I forgot to ask them to pay…

“Is it really not okay to look around there?”

“Maybe not yet… Don’t want to weird that kid out - and he’s not here anyway. Maybe we can try at dinner. Also… you really should rest that bump of yours.” A small laugh. “Sorry I didn’t catch you.”

“It’s okay. My clumsiness is supposed to be lucky, remember? Maybe this means we’ll find what we’re looking for.”

“Heh, you know, you’re right!” A creaking of the bed as someone on it, followed by the sound of shuffling, like someone rummaging through a pack. “Got the apple gels here. You should have some.”

“Okay. Can you feed them to me?” Followed by a light giggle.

A sigh, but there was laughter in it, warm and sweet. “You dork.”

When Tavi finally neared the inn, it was with labored breathing, his legs rushing fast across the roads. On his back, he lugged a heavy satchel filled with day-old bread, hastily preserved meat and cheese, along with a few spare gels and any other foodstuff that he could get at a bargain. He tried to keep it steady with his left hand, grasping at one of the straps on his shoulder, making sure it didn’t tilt and carry him down with it.

In his right hand, he held onto the hilt of his sheathed sword. His Exsphere glinted from the shine of the twin moons overhead, seemed to burn from where it was set, just beneath his knuckles.

The attacks on the roadsides had been more frequent lately.

Tavi was at least fast when he needed to be, hoping he had lost his pursuers along the way. A quick shift into a thicket of trees, using what little magic he knew to sweep away his footprints, and his sharp ears could finally just hear the soft chirping of crickets at his feet, the rustle of soft wings as they flapped above him.

As long as they didn’t know where he was headed… they’d be fine. They would have to be.

The inn was a welcome sight to him, looking strangely so pastoral in the nighttime. The paint on its right side was peeling off, and the lower awning that stretched just beneath the second floor was eaten away by mildew, but all in all… it wasn’t half-bad of a place.

He only slowed down his run to a light jog, sword slightly rattling against his leg as he did so, when he saw something using the stables they had. But it was covered in shadow, possibly sleeping inside. There was fresh hay and the trough was filled with water. Was Mara taking in stray cats again? Much of the felines liked to roam the woods near their inn, sometimes curling up on the roof, mewling out into the night. Though now, it was rather quiet…

Shaking his head, he then quickly sprinted to the inn once he saw how close he was. He pushed open the double doors, deftly hopping over the little out-of-line step with ease as he did so.

He was then met with a broom to the face.

“By the Goddess, Tavi!” Mara shouted, hopping on one foot as she jerked back the broom before she did any more damage. “You can at least knock to let me know you’re here!”

“Can you not tell it’s me by now?” he argued, spitting out a few broom bristles from his mouth. “You’re so jumpy.”

“I think I have every right to be?” spoke his sister. “You never consider how I feel.”

Though older than him by two years, she was much shorter than him, just coming up to the middle of his chest. She had a head of green hair cut just at the chin, yet still covering up her ears. In her polka-dotted apron and big boots that looked like they should belong to a blacksmith instead of a small innkeeper, she was always quite a strange sight to see.

He shook his head at her with a laugh. “At least help me with the groceries, I’m about to break my back in half from all this.” He played up the struggle as he slowly removed the satchel, bemoaning all the while. “Treat your elders right!”

“I’m older than you! Enough with that joke!”

Tavi grinned, but Mara had laid her broom against the counter to reach up for the foodstuff and promptly walked away to the kitchen. “We we have customers now. I’ll have to make them dinner too.”

As Tavi tried to tie back his long red hair, he paused in mid-action, then rounded on Mara. “What? Right now?” He groaned. “I didn’t buy enough to feed more than us! How many are there?!”

“Then I guess you’ll have to tighten your belt!” Mara wagged a finger at him. “Besides, it’s just two of them. They seem pretty harmless, and we need the money! They’ve been up in their room for the past hour, so don’t go waltzing upstairs right now.”

Then she pointed that wagging finger at his hand. “And you’ll need to hide that. Or are you forgetting to do that while in town?”

Tavi instinctively place his other hand over the Exsphere, feeling a strange sense of self-consciousness. “I know. I just… got it torn off by a tree branch earlier while I walked.” He wasn’t lying when he said that either.

Maybe Mara suspected, maybe she worried… But instead she walked back into the kitchen, hefting the satchel more easily than her height would seem to say. “Oh, and they have a dog too. A really big one at that, just so you know.”

Tavi choked on his own spit, glaring at Mara once more. “Mara, did you just forget that I’m allergic to dogs?”

At the door to the kitchen, Mara stopped. She turned back to him slowly. “I did actually.”

“Please, Mara…”

“Just don’t go near it! It’s outside now anyway, and they’ll be gone by morning I’m sure.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, taking in a deep breath. At the very least, there was no dog fur near him. “Fine. I’ll be by for dinner,” he said, then headed for one of his own rooms that was to the right of the main alcove of the building – which was more of a storage room that he had converted into his very own.

He figured he’d have to look nice for his guests, and picked up an old mirror that needed a good cleaning, trying to fix up the messy locks of red hair that had been tousled everywhere during his run.

With how tall he was, his lanky frame, and his own bright hair compared to Mara’s, no one would have ever taken them both to be brother and sister. Not unless one happened to catch the subtle points of their ears.

He made sure, as he combed his hair, to cover that part of himself. Better to be safe than stabbed, he thought wryly.

Noishe, in his pen, scrabbled at the hay to make himself comfortable. Some of the water from the trough had spilled over as he lapped it earlier, so he made sure to gather the drier parts of the hay to rest on comfortably.

It had been a long couple of weeks of travel, and he was looking forward to rest. But even Noishe knew he might not get that tonight…

From his position, he poked out his head from the stable, hearing the door shut suddenly. He raised his head up to the windows, seeing the light flicker out quickly inside. Only by the moon could he see the shape of familiar faces, familiar hands.

He remembered Lloyd’s hurried look from earlier, Colette’s soft words of reassurance. It had been tough recently, but always they had each other. In the light of the morning, he’d never seen smiles as bright as theirs.

They deserved a good night’s rest, too.

Still, Noishe kept his ears up as he settled on the hay, remembering the hurried footsteps from the stranger. Maybe, at the very least, the early evening could have some calmness before the storm.

#tales of symphonia #colette brunel #lloyd irving #colloyd #colloydweek2021 #fanfiction #multi chapter

7 notes · View notes

gibzy · 4 years ago

Text

hey! so i made a post about fic requests some time ago that I totally didn’t forget about, and here’s my first one! it was requested by @finiangilwraeth (tysm!) and it’s a coming out scene for fin from the aurora cycle bc he deserves love and acceptance! i’m sorry it took me so long to finish it, but I really wanted to make sure I was getting the writing style right bc i pretty much never write in first person and also procrastinated reading aurora burning which i specifically told myself i would finish so i didn’t rewrite his coming out scene if he had a canon one. so yeah! enjoy :)

People like to pretend things are black and white.

You like dogs or cats, prefer hot or cold, you’re quiet or loud. But despite any amount of protest to the contrary, things aren’t so… dichotomous. People are complex, and weird, and amazing, really, in their depth. Most stuff is far from mutually exclusive. And attraction is one of those things.

Why I’m thinking about that in the middle of the day on an extremely specialized spaceship that’s also extremely (and eerily) good at telling the future is anyone’s guess, though. There’s so much more to worry about right now. Auri’s still not in full control of her powers. I’m way into debt with a cousin I barely know (and honestly wish I hadn’t gotten to know in the first place). And oh yeah, we’re wanted criminals according to every government in, like, the entire universe. Being bi is hardly the most pressing thing in my life right now. I should be focusing on our mission, and more importantly, my friends, who are dealing with varying levels of devastation over… Cat’s whole situation.

I care about them. Yes, I know, crazy, I can feel emotion. Just discovered it last month, so I’m right there with you. But it’s really easy to like these people. They’re understanding, and trustworthy, and kind of make me feel like a jackass sometimes, which is probably a good thing. Character development, right?

Anyway, being a Betraskan facilitates a pretty obvious need for social connection; we grow up surrounded by people, after all, and families mean everything. Well. Most of us grow up surrounded by people and not developing a self-destructive facade of bitterness as a defense mechanism, but we can unpack that later.

Maybe that’s why I want to tell them. It’s not like they don’t already know; I’m hardly discreet about it. But a show of trust, of (ugh) vulnerability is something I kinda owe to them. I’m closer with them after just a few weeks than I’ve been with anyone. High stakes do that, I guess.

Make friends… family.

And if I’m being honest, I’ve actually tried with this squad. Sure, I wasn’t exactly a joy to be around at the beginning, but I’m getting better about the whole friendliness thing. So it’s less like an important, life-changing thing and more just a keep up the good work thing, right?

That doesn’t really make it any less nerve-wracking.

It’s not like they’re gonna be weird about it, though. Probably. They’re cool. It’s fine. Zila likes girls anyway, and at least Scarlett was fine with that. The only person I’m actually concerned about is Kal, even though I really don’t have any reason to be at all, other than the air of traditional-ness around him. But he’s fine. He’s not going to be like my grandparents or anything. Don’t get me wrong, I love the Maker, but they kinda need to get people to stop doing the whole—

“Hey, Fin? We’re going to head to nav in a few minutes for planning, kay?”

I blink, trying to shake myself out of my thoughts as the abrupt voice—Scarlett—waits for a response. “Yeah, sure! I’ll be right there.”

---

It’s a long walk, to say the least. I’m nervous, really nervous, the kind of nervous that I try to convince myself is baseless and inconsequential but really isn’t. I’m not used to actually, y’know, talking about things. But there’s a first time for everything. It’s okay.

It’s okay.

Everyone’s already there when I get to navigation, and the planning goes… smoothly. An odd occurrence in our current situation, and maybe I’m not paying attention to half of it, but it’s okay. So right as we wrap up, I clear my throat before I can convince myself not to speak up.

“Hey, can I tell you guys something?”

Tyler tilts his head, noticing the anxiety in my voice that I am utterly failing to cover up. “Of course.”

“I, um...” I sit up a little straighter (ha) and look at all of them. “I’m bi. Which you probably already guessed, I just wanted to tell you guys. Because. Trust, I guess. Maker, I sound stupid.”

Surprisingly, Zila speaks up first. “We are all shocked and appalled. Any sentiment we have shown towards you has merely been a ruse.”

I laugh, some of the tension that’s knotted itself in my chest easing. “Aw, so you do have a sense of humor! I’m touched.”

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about,” she replies, the vaguest hint of a smile on her face.

“Seriously, though, Fin, it’s fine,” Auri interjects. “And you don’t sound stupid.”

Scarlett shrugs. “Maybe a little. For being unsure about the fact that we all care about you very much.”

“Yep,” I say, smiling with perhaps a hint of genuine emotion. “I am pretty great.”

“Ugh, of course you are. But thank you for telling us. For real.”

Yeah, I want to say, I love you guys. Because it’s evident, because it’s there, because it’s true. But I can’t quite get the words out. Baby steps, I guess. So instead I just nod, and do not think about the warmth in my chest, the unfamiliar, beautiful feeling of acceptance.

Okay, I think about it a little bit.

I am here with my family, after all.

#the aurora cycle #finian de seel #bi rights let's goooo #fic request

7 notes · View notes

let-it-raines · 5 years ago

Text

Catch Me If You Can (36/40)

298 days. That’s how long Killian Jones was away from a baseball field. It’s less than a year, only part of a season for him, but it might as well have lasted a decade as he alternated between physical therapy and spending an excessive amount of time sitting on his couch.

But then he came back and won the World Series.

It’s something no one saw coming, and it’s certainly not something anyone who knows about his arm would predict. Now it’s a new season with new possibilities, and anything could happen. On-field reporter Emma Swan will be there to cover it all even if she is not his biggest fan right now.

Asking her out live on-air will do that.

Rating: Mature

a/n: Whaaaat? Two chapters in two days? What kind of alternate universe are we living in?? 😉 This is totally to make up for the last few chapters taking forever even though they’re literally just sitting on my computer!

Thanks to @imagnifika for her awesome art, @resident-of-storybrooke for reading these words and so many other words of mine (it’s a lot), and to @wellhellotragic who prompted me with the idea that inspired this whole thing all the way back in June!

AO3: Beginning | Current

Tumblr: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35| 36 |

-/-

Killian fucking hates Boston.

It’s a great city full of good food, and in another lifetime, he’d mostly likely enjoy living here. Right now, the air is crisp with the scent of fall, and trees are in the middle of losing their leaves, the ones remaining a myriad of oranges and reds that remind Killian of sitting in a park in Cincinnati with his mother raking up leaves and then jumping into the piles before cleaning them up for the city. He had to have been four or five then, but that’s one of the first memories that he has. Looking out the window of his hotel room to a park that looks almost identical reminds him of that.

He should be happy, more than happy really, but when you’re trying to get to the World Series next week and are currently tied 2-2 in the AL Championship Series against the Red Sox on the way to getting there, happiness isn’t exactly the most common feeling.

And they’re playing in Boston tonight, and despite the fact that they won last night, beating both the team and the deafening roar of the crowd, Killian is not entirely convinced that they’re going to win again tonight. They could still come back from it by winning the next two games at home, but he’d really rather win here and then win the sixth game at home when he’s pitching and not have to deal with the nastiness of going to a seventh and deciding game.

Who in the hell wants to play sports for a living? It’s too damn stressful.

Losing won’t kill him, not at all. The fact that he’s having the season he’s having, especially with all of the ups and downs and lay-offs, is incredible and a full-credit to his team. But he got the taste of being the last team standing last year, and he wants it back.

Some players never get their hands on the trophy, and Killian is greedy enough to want it twice both for himself, his teammates, and his family.

And Emma. He wants it for Emma.

So, Killian really hates Boston and the fact that they keep putting them in close situations like this. Close games are often the best ones, the ones that have everyone on the edge of their seat, but Killian would kill for an easy night.

“The city isn’t going to implode just because you’re staring out at it with evil in your eyes.”

“One can hope though.”

“That’s entirely sadistic.”

He huffs and turns from the window to look at where Emma is sitting in bed (they’ve stopped bothering to get different hotel rooms now) with her knees pulled up so that she can rest her laptop there. He woke up this morning to her typing away. Apparently, she didn’t finish her work last night, so she had to wake up early this morning to send in a report before the deadline. Walsh’s firing has ended up having Emma needing to write more on top of her regular work, and even though she says she doesn’t mind – “I like writing,” she keeps saying – he knows that it’s kind of a kick in the teeth for her to have to do some of Walsh’s work.

The man is never fully going to go away, obviously. He and Brennan are like a bug that won’t die no matter how much you squash it.

“Are you almost finished with your report, love?”

“Yep,” she says. “I’m finished with it and have moved onto doing my prep work for today’s game as well as a little bit of online shopping because there are these boots that I really want but can’t decide if I’m going to buy.”

“That’s the hardest decision you’ve ever made.”

“Says the man who spends hours trying to decide which identical blue button-down shirt he wants to buy to ‘update’ his wardrobe.”

Killian scoffs and walks forward to flop down on the bed next to her, shaking the mattress with his movement, until he’s flipping over on his back and spreading out so that he takes up most of the space. Emma always hates when he does that.

“My clothes may not be as varied as yours, my darling, but it does take effort to look as good as I do on a regular basis.”

He turns his head to the side to look at her, a smile on his face, and she simply rakes her eyes up and down his body, very obviously perusing him. “You are currently wearing a pair of sweatpants that have a hole in the ass and a hoodie that I’m pretty sure has a permanent stain from some kind of baking accident. Your fashion sense is amazing.”

“You are literally in a pair of pajama pants with Snoopy’s face on them.”

“You wear the same two uniforms all the time.”

“Sometimes we wear the black ones.”

Emma hums. “Those are my favorite. I’ll stop making fun of you for things if you can convince the owners to let you guys wear the all black uniforms more often.”

“You were particularly fond of those on Players’ Weekend.”

“I’m a fan of a man in all black.”

Killian shifts on the mattress, propping himself up on the pillows until he’s mostly resting against the headboard. He can see Emma’s computer screen now, half of it covered with statistics and the other covered with Nordstrom’s website and a pair of boots. If there’s one thing Emma will splurge on, it’s boots.

“Buy the boots, Swan. Live a little bit.”

Emma arches a brow. “Am I made of money?”

“No,” he sighs, leaning over to kiss her shoulder. “That would be very convenient if you were. I’d never work again.”

“If you’re living off of my salary, you’re screwed because I’m definitely going to buy these super expensive boots. I think they would look really cute with the black suede skirt.”

“Ah, yes, I know the one,” he says sarcastically.

“Shut up,” Emma laughs, half-heartedly reaching over to slap his shoulder. “You do! I wore it when we went to dinner last week, and your eyes practically fell out of your head.”

Killian tries to think of what Emma wore last week, his mind blanking on everything at the moment, but then he’s brought back to a memory of the two of them going to eat at Palma on Cornelia Street last week. She’d looked gorgeous that night, her legs going on for miles aided by the heels, and they’d been late for their reservation because the street one block over was Jones Street and Emma insisted that he take a picture underneath the sign for her to send to Liam and Elsa.

He had not been amused, but in his defense, he really wanted to eat.

“Hmm, I think I do recall that one now that I think about it. You should definitely get those boots to wear with that.”

“I didn’t need your permission, but thank you for the approval. Do we need to be getting ready to go have breakfast with everyone?”

“I’m pretty sure breakfast is over down in the lobby.”

“No,” Emma sighs, clicking a few buttons on her laptop until he sees that she did indeed buy the boots. “We’re meeting everyone for breakfast at the café at the end of the block at ten.”

Killian groans and throws his arm over his eyes like the dramatic ass that he is. “That means I have to get dressed.”

“Well, I would prefer it that way. Your pants show off what you’ve got going on in both the front and the back, and I think you might get arrested for public indecency. That’d put a damper in the whole trying to get to the World Series thing.”

“Would you bail me out?”

Emma shrugs her shoulders and closes her laptop. “Eh, maybe. I might not have the money with the boots I just bought.”

-/-

They win that night.

It’s close, far closer than Killian would like watching from the sidelines, and he chews more gum than he thinks he’s ever chewed during a game. Rum would be preferable, but that’s not exactly the best solution when he’s got two nights until he’s got to pitch in the game that could bring them to the World Series.

Al really has far too much confidence in Killian for putting him in position in the line-up.

-/-

Killian fucking loves New York.

Sure, it’s hot and crowded and sometimes smells absolutely horrendous, but he loves it. He’s lived here for seven years, had his family live here for more than that, and he can’t imagine having to ever live anywhere else.

This is his home.

For awhile, he didn’t have one, not really. Everything changed when his mom died, the house feeling far emptier than any lived-in house should feel, and it only continued to empty as the years went on and Brennan became more and more of a distant figure. And as much as Killian loved Vanderbilt, that was simply a temporary home.

Manhattan? This is home.

One day he may like to move a little outside of the city to a place with a big yard and less traffic, but right now, everything he loves is here.

Everyone.

“Uncle Killian,” Lucy whispers, tugging on the hem of his shirt, “is it time to eat dinner yet?”

“Not quite yet, Luce. We can go ask Anna about it, though, yeah?”

He bends down and picks Lucy up, resting her on his hip while she wraps her arms around his neck so that she doesn’t fall. He’s picked her up thousands of times, had her little head nestled onto his shoulder twice that many times, but there’s something peaceful about it now as they stand in one of the sitting rooms at Liam’s house looking out onto the street in front of them as cars occasionally pass by and the leaves keep falling from the few trees that line the street.

They got in from Boston this morning, immediately went to practice, and then most everyone came to Liam and Elsa’s house for dinner as some kind of pre-game Friday night dinner to get everyone’s minds off of things.

There are more people in this townhome than it has seen in years, and he doesn’t think anyone is complaining.

Killian is a little bit, if only because his mind is very much focused on tomorrow and not screwing up to let everyone he loves down, and that’s why he’d walked away from the crowd in the kitchen and living room and wandered upstairs to the sitting room that no one ever wanders into.

Except for Lucy apparently.

Kids seem to foil all kinds of plans, and Lucy is not going to be having a fun day tomorrow since she’s most definitely up far past her bedtime.

He is officially an old man.

“What are we eating?”

“I think it’s lasagna. You know, like big spaghetti all moved together.”

“I know what lasagogona is.”

Wow, that was a butchering of the word lasagna if he’s ever heard it.

“You certainly don’t know how to pronounce it.”

Lucy scoffs, like she has never been so offended in her very short life, but she doesn’t say anything else as he walks down the staircase with the wood boards groaning beneath him. Immediately, he’s bombarded by people. Will, Belle, and Elsa are sitting on the ground with diagrams of seating charts spread out between them. Killian would have at least twenty-five questions about why they’re doing seating chart arrangements for the wedding tonight, but he already knows that it’s because they’re using Elsa to help figure out where to sit some of the more difficult people.

(He assumes he and Emma don’t count as those difficult people, but it really depends on how Will feels about him that day.)

Robin, Kris, Liam, Roland, and Addison are sitting on the couch in the living watching what Killian knows is Trolls because he’s been forced to watch it exactly seventeen times, and Eric and Ariel are standing in the kitchen with Anna cooking.

And, well, apparently Emma too.

“Are we sure we trust the blonde to cook for us?” Killian teases, putting Lucy down on the barstool. “Because I’ve had her cooking before, and I’m not sure we should allow her to feed so many people at once.”

“I’m blonde,” Lucy interjects.

“Yes, yes you are. Can you cook, little love?”

“Mommy doesn’t let me.”

“Funny,” Emma huffs, her eyes pointedly staring him down, “your uncle doesn’t seem to think I can cook either even though I’m only tossing the salad and am perfectly capable of that.”

“SoSo, we’re just going to forget the entire cucumber you dropped on the ground earlier?” Anna asks as she lays rolls out on a pan.

“What about the nearly slicing your finger open?” Ariel adds.

“What happens in the kitchen is supposed to stay in the kitchen.”

“Technically,” Eric sighs, “it hasn’t left the kitchen.”

“You guys are fu – fun,” Emma stops herself and changes the word, her eyes blowing wide when she remembers Lucy is in the room. “Luce, sweetie, do you want me to get you some carrots so you can take them in the other room to watch the movie with Addy and Roland?”

“Yes please.”

Emma turns around and opens the fridge, quickly grabbing a bag of sliced carrots, and hands them over to him for him to hand to Lucy. She takes them, mumbles a “thank you,” and then is sprinting to the adjoining living room to watch the movie.

“So you’re just bribing children now, Swan?”

“Yeah,” she shrugs, “but with carrots so it’s healthy. Babe, can you check my phone and see where everyone else is? Ruby said they would be here by now, but I haven’t heard anything from them. Or David and Mary Margaret. I guess they’re all in traffic or something, but it’s radio silence on their end.”

Killian bites the inside of his cheek to keep from giving anything away, hoping that his tan keeps his cheeks from flaming red. “Where’s your phone?”

“In my purse on the table.”

He nods his head and turns around, thankful that it’s a little bit out of sight of Emma, before he’s shuffling through her small purse to find her phone hidden behind every small object known to men. There is a string of texts from Ruby about Graham taking forever to get home and her almost leaving without him, and Killian sincerely hopes that Ruby didn’t actually leave without Graham. That would go against the plan.

Mary Margaret and David, though, are legitimately stuck in Friday night traffic, so at least he doesn’t have to lie about that.

“They’re on their way, love,” he tells Emma, putting her phone back in her purse and walking back to the island so that he can prop his forearms against the cool countertop. “Anna, you realize a few of us have to play a game tomorrow, right? I don’t think we can eat all of this.”

She waves a wooden spoon in the air, little bits of sauce splattering on the ground. “It’s called portion control. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

“Killian has. I haven’t,” Eric laughs. “Though, I’m more of a seafood man myself.”

“There’s only so much seafood that you can eat, though, before you become a fish.”

“You only say that because you don’t like it as much as I do.”

Ariel pats her husband’s chest. “Exactly.”

“Oh my God,” Will groans out, and everyone in the kitchen turns to look at him laying out on the floor. “This is impossible. Why do people get married?”

“I think you mean why do people have weddings,” Belle corrects him.

“I’m kind of questioning both at this point.”

Belle flicks a little name card at Will, and Elsa immediately snatches it back and puts it at the little diagrammed table where it’s supposed to be sitting.

“Why have a seating chart in the first place?” Emma asks. “Why not just let people sit where they want to sit?”

“My mother,” Belle sighs, this discussion obviously a frequent one, “is very traditional and specific about how things should be. She grew up in high society, cotillions and things like that, and even though Will and I mostly want this to be one big party, she has opinions. This is a compromise to make her back off until there’s something else she sets her sights on.”

“Huh,” Emma huffs. “Well, as long as I don’t have to sit next to Killian the entire time, I think it’ll be fine.”

“Shit,” Elsa mumbles under her breath even though the words echo throughout the room. “We don’t have cards for Emma and Killian.”

Laughter rumbles through Killian’s stomach as he walks back over to Emma to place his hand on the small of her back over her sweater before taking the strawberries and putting them on the cutting board to slice up. “Swan, it looks like you won’t have to sit with me because we’re apparently been uninvited from the wedding.”

“Damn. I guess we’ll just have to be wedding crashers.”

“I was thinking we could stay home and not wear uncomfortable clothes but still eat incredible food. We could probably dance a little too.”

“He means the horizontal tango, if you know what I mean.”

“We all know what you mean, Will,” Ariel sighs with a shake of her head but laughter on her lips. “But there are people here related to Killian who probably aren’t too inclined to hear about his sex life.”

“I’m not particularly inclined to hear about Emma’s,” David says, and Killian whips his head around to see he, Mary Margaret, and Leo walking thoughthrough the open garage door. “Or Killian’s. Though I hope they’re one and the same.”

“Okay,” Emma hums, dragging out the word, “we need a change in conversation, something like everyone greeting my brother and nixing this conversation entirely.”

“I mean, I’m kind of curious, but Leo is right here.”

“Mary Margaret,” Emma gasps, and Killian misses what has to be an absolutely priceless look on her face in favor of putting his knife down and walking over to Leo so that they can do their secret handshake that seems to change every time they see each other.

“I like you hat, bud,” Killian compliments. He tugs on the bill, and Leo blushes underneath it. “I think there are some other guys here tonight who would sign it for you if you want.”

Leo’s brows furrow together and the smile on his face completely goes away. Shit. What did Killian do wrong?

“Maybe another hat. I don’t want this one to get messed up.”

“Why not?”

“You signed this one,” he whispers, even if it’s not quiet at all, “and you’re my favorite player.”

“I thought it was your favorite because I gave it to you, kid,” Emma protests as she steps around him and leans down to wrap Leo up in a hug, squeezing him too tightly out of some kind of silent protest.

“I only asked for it because Killian is my favorite player.”

“You’re my favorite nephew.”

Leo rolls his eyes, and while he and Emma may not be related, Killian knows that he got that from her. “I’m your only nephew.”

“Which makes me your favorite.” She kisses his cheek, which makes Leo’s cheeks turn as red as the strawberries. “All the other kids are in that room right over there if you want to go hang out with them until dinner is ready.”

Leo runs off, and David and Mary Margaret take his place by stepping in and greeting everyone with a wave or a hug. It’s so many people, all of them from different social circles, and yet it’s amazing how well they’ve all managed to blend together. Killian knows that he started off with more people than Emma simply by the nature of his job, that most of the people in this house would technically be considered “his,” but he likes to think that they’re Emma’s too.

His phone buzzes in his back pocket, and he pulls it out to see a message from Graham just as Emma sits down and picks up a glass of wine.

Graham Humbert: We just pulled up outside. Can you send Emma out? Say something about needing help with the dessert. I think Ruby would like to tell her before she tells everyone inside.

Killian: Yeah, I’ll send her out. Congrats, mate! I’m happy for the two of you!

“Love?”

“Yeah?”

“I think Ruby and Graham just got here. Do you want to go out and see if they need any help?”

“Why don’t you do it?”

Of course she’s going to be stubborn about.

“I’m finishing this salad,” he lies, even though he really should finish the salad since he took it over from Emma. Will lets out another curse having to do with the seating chart, and there’s a reassurance from Mary Margaret that it will all be okay. “Just go help them. They have the dessert. You love dessert.”

Emma’s brows bunch together and her lips snarl, but she puts the glass of wine that she’s drinking down and stands from the barstool she’s sitting on to go walk out of the garage door and down the stairs. She’s going to be pissed at him for the entire walk out there, but he knows that it won’t be long. And curious as Killian is, he leaves the kitchen to walk over to the bay window so that he can look down at the street where Ruby and Graham are getting out of Graham’s squad car with boxes of pies in their hands. Emma quickly appears, her hands moving as she talks, and then Ruby puts her set of boxes on the hood of the car.

And while Killian can’t hear any screaming or squealing – Emma isn’t really the type – he knows that some kind of inhuman noise just came out of her before she launched herself forward to hug Ruby, squeezing so tightly that he imagined Ruby can’t breathe. And then Graham nearly drops all of the pies when Emma hugs him too. Killian chuckles to himself, a smile stretching across his lips, and then David comes up behind him.

“What’s all that about?”

“You’ll find out in a minute, I’m sure.”

“Secrets don’t make friends.”

“Yeah, yeah they do,” Killian laughs, smiling at David. “And I love how casually you’re referring to me as your friend. It really touches a man’s heart, Dave.”

“Watch it, or I’ll take it back.”

By the time Killian looks back out the window, Graham is gone, leaving Emma and Ruby out to talk. Killian is sure that they’ll be out there for awhile, probably far later than they intend to, and he knows he’ll have to go with them when the food gets here. The door opens then to Graham walking inside with the boxes. Ariel immediately rushes to help him, mostly likely because she likes to talk his ear off about all of the cases he can talk about (she’s very into True Crimes oddly enough), but Killian walks over to save him, grabbing Graham’s hand in greeting before pulling him into a hug and patting his back.

“Congratulations, mate.”

“Thank you,” Graham beams, his smile infectious. “I still can’t believe it.” “What can’t you believe?” Ariel asks as she swipes a finger through the whipped cream on a pie only for Eric to slap her hand away.

Killian looks over at Graham, silently asking if he wants to say something, and he nods, that smile still on his face. “I’ve asked Ruby to marry me today, and she said yes.”

“Congratulations!”

“You did what now?”

“How could you not tell me this?”

“This is so exciting!”

“Whatever you do, don’t do a fucking seating chart for the reception.”

It’s this big, loud chorus of voices and conversations, and it pulls in everyone from the living room too so that it gets so loud that Killian is sure the neighbors can hear. Killian isn’t even entirely sure which legs belong to who for how much movement there is, hugs being exchanged between people who didn’t even get engaged tonight, and it all starts to calm down a bit only for Ruby and Emma walk in the door.

Obviously, things never calm down again.

Ruby and Graham don’t even get to spend much time with this group of people, especially Graham since his schedule never seems to match up with any of theirs, so it’s nice to see the overwhelming joy that’s there for the two of them.

“Congratulations, lass,” he sighs into Ruby’s ear when she finally makes her way to him at the edge of the room, her arms wrapped around her shoulders. “Were you surprised?”

“Yes,” she sighs, her laughter moving through him. “I can’t believe you knew about it.”

Killian rubs his hand up and down her back. “I had to make sure Emma was out of the apartment when it happened because Graham just knew that she would somehow find a way to show up if left to her own devices.”

“I think I could kiss you for doing that.”

“I don’t think that’s very becoming of a newly engaged woman.”

Ruby pulls back and winks at him before leaning forward and kissing his cheek. “You know that I don’t like following the rules.”

“What is this I hear about you knowing about this before it happened?” Emma questions as she saunters up to him, a soft smile on her face and the slightest bit of mascara smudged under her eyes. “I thought we had an agreement about lying to each other, twenty-nine.”

Killian hums and wraps his arms around her back, pulling her closer to him while her arms lazily hang over his neck. “Yeah, well, I was under strict instructions that you weren’t to know because Graham didn’t want you to tell Ruby.”

“I can keep a secret.”

“It wasn’t my secret to tell.”

Her lip quirks to the side before she presses up on her toes and gently guides her mouth over his. “I’m glad you didn’t tell me. I like that Ruby was the one who got to tell me.”

“Me too, love.”

“All of our friends have to stop getting married. This is getting expensive.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have blown all your money on those damn boots.”

Emma slaps the back of his head even as she kisses him, and he wonders exactly where along the way did he do something right to get to have this be his life.

“Okay,” Anna yells over all of the noise, and Killian looks to see her standing on a barstool as if she needs any help commanding attention, “I know everyone is super excited right now, but let’s all be super excited over dinner. It’s time to eat.”

“Thank goodness,” Lucy breathes out. “I thought I was going to perish.”

“Where’d she learn that word?” Emma wonders as everyone starts laughing.

“I don’t even know.”

The conversation and laughter never diesdie down, not when there’s that many people around, and Killian’s stomach hurts from it all, his face a little too. His nerves about the game tomorrow and all that’s on the line haven’t disappeared, but they’re not at the forefront of his mind either. He has other things to focus on even if his mind is getting a little dizzy at the thought of keeping track of it all, but it becomes easier as the night passes, the light outside fading away into darkness, and as children move off to go to sleep, Addy and Lucy to their rooms and Leo and Roland stretched out in a guest room until their parents are ready to go home, everyone else settles into the living room with a replay of last night’s game in Boston on so that they can all watch some more footage in preparation.

He’s sitting on the floor in between Emma’s legs, and her hands are lulling him to sleep from the way that she keeps playing with his hair.

It’s like magic, her touch, and he’s utterly under her spell.

“I’m freaking the hell out about tomorrow,” Will whispers quietly as they watch him stumble over a catch in yesterday’s game.

“Me too,” Robin adds in. “Honestly, the only thing that’s keeping me calm, especially since I’m not playing, is knowing that not only did we make it to the Series last year, we won the whole damn thing.”

“Here’s the thing, though,” Killian starts as he leans her head further into Emma’s lap so that she can scratch his scalp. Damn, that might be the best feeling in the world. “No one gives a fuck about what happened last year. That trophy on our shelf from last year? It’s old news. All anyone cares about is what’s happening this year. All we should care about is what’s happening this year. Everyone always complains about those guys who can only seem to live in the glory days when the glory days are long since gone, and we’re not going to be those men. We’re not resting on our laurels. We’re going to win tomorrow, and then we’re going to win the next four games to win the whole damn thing.”

“What if we don’t?” Will questions, and for once, Killian can tell that Will is legitimately nervous.

“We’re going to, Scarlet. I won’t take another option.”

“Look at my little brother being all motivating,” Liam teases.

Killian does raise his hand and his middle finger at that. “Younger, you ass.”

“You’ll always be my little brother. I’ll stop calling you that when you’ve got three World Series championships to your name, yeah?”

“Oi, I know that I’m good, but I don’t know if I can rely on these guys to not only win this year’s but also another one after that?” Emma slaps the back of his head, and he leans back to look up at her. “I’m obviously kidding, my love.”

“Yeah, but that’s not a great way to motivate the guys for tomorrow when you had a pretty good speech going there.”

Robin coughs, something exaggerated and totally on purpose. “Killian saves his best speeches for right before a the game starts. Probably because he doesn’t have his brother and his girlfriend distracting him by making fun of him. Not that I’m complaining or anything. I’m all for taking that piss out of Killian.”

“Someone hand me a pillow,” Killian demands, looking around. “I want to knock the smirk off of Rob’s face.”

“That’s an impossible task,” Ariel starts, a bright, happy smile on her face. “Let’s go back to loving each other and watching game footage. I don’t know about you guys, but I want that trophy back. I get a bonus from both Eric and Killian’s contract for it.”

“I always knew that I liked you,” Ruby adds in, and everyone starts laughing, the long day and late night probably getting to everyone a little bit. “Do you share the bonus with your husband since he earned it? I’m asking the important questions here as someone who is about to get married?”

“Rubes.” Emma curls her fingers in his hair and shakes her head. “Are you about to be one of those people who works in that you’re engaged all the time?”

“For the next two weeks, you bet your ass I am. It would normally only be a week, but since I think all we’re about to talk about now is baseball, I’m asking for two.”

“I would expect nothing less than you.”

Everyone leaves eventually with sleepy smiles on their faces and leftovers in hand, and as nervous as Killian still is, he finds yet again that it’s not at all like last year when he was going through this all. He’s got Emma curled up next to him in bed and a happy life outside of work, and at the end of the day, his life won’t be over if they lose.

He simply doesn’t like losing.

-/-

Killian’s arm feels fine.

Good. Great even. It’s the best it’s felt in months, even if he’s still a little timid with how much he’s using it and the fear of it screwing up again since there is such a risk for that, but he feels good standing out here under the heat of the sun with thousands of people milling in the stands and thousands more sitting at home watching on their television just wondering if today is going to be the day that the Yankees officially cement their spot in the World Series with the Dodgers already waiting there.

It could be a repeat of last year, just like everyone thought it would be, and Killian damn well intends to make those thoughts come true. They’re not resting on the laurelsrelying on what happened of last year. They’re doing it for themselves once more like it’s all brand new and they don’t know the high of being at the top of the world.

Sweat trickles down Killian’s forehead past his cap, and he reaches up to remove his hat for a second while he wipes the sweat away with his forehead. It’s not hot out today, only around sixty degrees, but Killian’s skin is on fire with the rapid beating of his heart that hasn’t calmed down since this morning.

One. Two. Three.

Strike.

One. Two. Three.

Ball.

One. Two. Three.

Strike.

One. Two. Three.

Strike, he’s out.

Travis is out, the top of the fourth inning is over, Killian has thrown some damn good pitches in tight situations to keep the Sox from scoring, and the Yankees are up 4-0.

There’s still a long game to go, though.

Not for Killian, though. He’s out for the day. He knew going in that Al wouldn’t keep him in for longer than this. Honestly, he’s surprised that he allowed it for this long, but this is all so they’ll stay in the correct pitching order if they make it to the Series.

When.

Not if.

Killian wants to stay in the dugout and watch from out here, but he knows that he has to go inside and get massaged and do his cool-down exercises. He can watch from one of the televisions with everyone else who’s inside and make his way back out toward the end of the game.

It’s like all at once these games are five minutes and then suddenlysuddenly, they’re five hours.

But the time does pass as Killian goes through his routines to make sure that he’s healthy and that his arm is healthy, and by the time that he’s back out in the dugout changed into a pair of clean joggers and a pullover, his hat from earlier long gone, it’s the top of the ninth with two outs, only one man on base, and the score highly in their favor.

If they blow a 9-2 lead, they deserve to have to play it all out in a deciding game tomorrow.

“Come on, Lance,” Killian shouts out, banging his hands against the railing. “Just one more throw. One more strike, and you’re done.”

“He’s going to mess up if you keep yelling at him like that,” Al spits out as he chews on the gum he’s always chewing.

“No, no he’s not. He’s got this. We’ve got this.”

“You have far more optimism than any sideline coach should have.”

Killian turns his head to look at Al, a smile stretching across his lips. “It’s a damn good thing I’m not a coach then.”

And then there’s the sound of Lance’s ball hitting Will’s glove, the yell of the word “strike,” and the roar of the New York crowd as the game finishes.

They’re going to the World Series.

Killian’s heart pounds in his chest, emotion welling up in his throat, and all of the sounds become muted. Every single one of them except for his heart and the blood running through his veins. People yell and shout and scream, but he can’t hear any of it as he rushes out into the field to join his teammates where they’re jumping up and down, arms wrapped around each other as they become a mesh of one instead of twenty different men, those who played today and those who didn’t.

Someone pats his back, and the noises come back, cheers of celebration and curses and familiar voices of the people who he spends his life with.

They’re not resting on their laurels of last year, he thinks to himself once more. They’re achieving new things.

“Jones,” Lance calls out as the pile disperses and everyone starts moving around the field, “your girlfriend wants an interview with us.”

Killian arches a brow, spinning on his heel to try to find Emma, and he sees her standing with a microphone in her hand and Jeff standing with the camera behind her. She’s wearing the damn boots, the ones she just ordered, and if there wasn’t already a smile on his face, that would cause his lips to reach his ears.

He has no idea why Emma wants to interview him when there were five innings played without him, when Lance and Eric and Will are the guys who deserve the attention and the praise, but he knows that a lot of the time Emma isn’t in charge of who she interviews. That’s left up to the people behind the scenes.

Killian wants to kiss Emma and the smile on her face, wants to wrap her up in a hug, but he holds back, stepping up to her with Lance next to him as Frank Sinatra begins to play over the speakers. He’d think that he’d get tired of this song, but it never gets old.

“Congratulations,” Emma starts, her hand reaching up to adjust her earpiece. “That was just an incredible game. How does it feel to be going to the World Series for the second year in a row?”

She holds the microphone out to Lance. “No, no. Let Jones answer first. He usually takes the words right out of my mouth.”

“You sure?”

He nods his head, and Emma moves the microphone over to him. “Well, what do you say twenty-nine? How does it feel?”

Killian reaches up to scratch behind his ear. “I can’t curse, can I?”

“Only if you want to pay a fine.”

“Right then,” he laughs, smiling down at Emma and completely ignoring the camera. “It feels good. Better than good. This season has obviously had its ups and downs, especially for me, and I’m happy that I didn’t let this team down when they deserve so much. I’m – ”

Killian stops talking when all of the sudden Emma starts darting in the other direction, and by the time that he realizes what’s going on, the cool feel of Gatorade is being poured down on top of him so that chill bumps rise on his arms and his clothes cling to his skin. Killian sees Lance first and sees him shaking out the sticky liquid from his uniform, and then he sees Will and Eric running away with the orange container where the Gatorade once was. But then he sees Emma a few feet away absolutely laughing her ass off, and even if it goes against their agreement about how they’re going to act when working, he can’t stop himself from running toward her and immediately wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her to him as her hands push at his chest and laughter passes through her lips.

“You’re covered in Gatorade,” she laughs, still pushing at him even if he knows it’s not a true effort. “It’s sticky.” “And you ran way and let it happen.”

“Which was obviously useless considering I’m going to be covered in it now.”

“Exactly the point,” he chuckles while Emma stops squirming against him and casually wraps her arms around his neck, obviously having accepted that she’s going to be covered in Gatorade too. “We’re going to the World Series, Swan.”

“I know.” And then she kisses him.

-/-

Tag list: @authorarsinoe @stunningswan @eala-captian @galaxyzxstark @xellewoods @mariakov81 @ultraluckycatnd @royalswan @shey-starsfury @superchocovian @sals86 @iam2307 @ashley-knightingale @karenfrommisthaven @scientificapricot @captswanis4vr @ultimiflos @jamif @idristardis @nikkiemms @resident-of-storybrooke @tiganasummertree @bmbbcs4evr @onceuponaprincessworld @jennjenn615 @mayquita @captainsjedi @teamhook @notoriouscs @kmomof4 @ekr032-blog-blog @cs-forlife @andiirivera @jonirobinson64 @qualitycoffeethings @carpedzem @tornadoamy

#catch me if you can #cs fic #cs fanfic #cs ff #captain swan fic #captain swan ff #captain swan fanfic

94 notes · View notes

thelastspeecher · 5 years ago

Text

I was going through my de-aging tag on my writing blog because I was in the mood for some cute de-aging fluff, and rediscovered my De-Aged Ford AU. My De-Aged Ford AU sort of kind of served as the basis for my Recoil fic, but they do vary a bit. Here’s the tag for it on my writing blog.

Anyways, as I was reading, I remembered that I started writing a scene that took place after Fidds had been aged from a baby to a tot, but I never finished it. And so I decided to finish it. Here it is. Some smol Fidds for your soul. Enjoy. Note: This takes place immediately following this ficlet.

——————————————————————————————

Fiddleford sighed. He was sitting on the floor of the living room, ignoring the television currently on.

“What was that for?” Stan grunted from his seat in the armchair.

“I’m bored,” Fiddleford whined. He knew his tone was petulant, but he didn’t care at this point. Ford and Lute had been gone for much longer than expected.

“You don’t like what’s on?” Stan asked. Fiddleford looked at the TV. The channel it was turned to was ESPN.

“No.”

“Fine.” Stan clicked the remote. The TV skipped through a series of channels before landing on a cartoon. “Here. Scooby-Doo reruns. How’s that?” Fiddleford rolled his eyes.

“Stanley, I ain’t-” He stopped, his eyes widening at Scooby-Doo being led somewhere with a Scooby Snack. “Ooh.” Fiddleford laid down on the floor and propped himself up on his elbows. “I want a Scooby Snack,” he said offhandedly. Stan chuckled.

“Same, kid.” Fiddleford was too distracted by the adventures of the Mystery Crew to point out that, under normal circumstances, he was actually a few years older than Stan. Angie walked into the living room. She glanced at Fiddleford, enraptured by the TV, then raised an eyebrow at Stan in a silent question. “He didn’t like football, so I changed the channel. Guess he likes cartoons more.” On the TV, laws of physics were suddenly defied by Scooby-Doo and Shaggy as they ran off a cliff and tread air for a few moments. Fiddleford laughed. Stan’s mouth quirked into a small smile. “Can’t really blame him.” The front door opened.

“Hello?” Ford called.

“Living room!” Stan shouted back. Ford rushed into the living room. He held up a bag of candy.

“Lute bought me the good jelly beans,” Ford said proudly.

“Shh!” Fiddleford said, waving a hand in Ford’s direction. His eyes were still glued to the screen. Ford blinked.

“Fidds?”

“Shh! They’re goin’ to find out who was behind the hauntin’!” Fiddleford said. Stan turned off the TV. Fiddleford let out a small yelp. “Hey!”

“Ford and Lute are back,” Stan said. “We need to figure out what we’re doing next.”

“But-”

“Scooby-Doo can wait,” Angie said patiently. Fiddleford huffed in frustration. Ford took a seat on the floor next to Fiddleford.

“Want one?” Ford asked politely, showing Fiddleford his bag of jelly beans. Fiddleford shook his head. “Good. More for me.” Ford tore open the bag. “It’s good to have you back, Fidds,” Ford said. He popped a few jelly beans into his mouth. “I was worried about what would happen, once you got re-aged. Would your mind still be there? Or would it not? Actually, how aware of things were you? It couldn’t have been enjoyable, if you were aware. I mean, you were a baby.”

“Swallow,” Angie said, “then talk. No talkin’ while yer chewin’.” Ford rolled his eyes, but swallowed the candy.

“Fine, mom,” Ford muttered. Fiddleford sat up. He stared at Ford.

“Why would ya call her that? She’s my lil sister! She’s younger ‘n you!”

“Yes, but she’s also acting like a mom,” Ford said. He took a white jelly bean out of the bag, inspected it carefully, and then put it back into the bag. Lute entered the living room with a bunch of plastic bags.

“Ya best not be spoilin’ yer lunch with candy,” Lute said. Ford set the bag of jelly beans down on the floor.

“No…”

“How ya feelin’, Fidds?” Lute asked, ignoring Ford’s obvious lying. Fiddleford shrugged.

“Bored. Stan put my toolbox out of reach, so I don’t have much to do.”

“You can help in the lab with me,” Ford suggested.

“Uh, no,” Lute said. “Fidds is too tiny. It ain’t safe in the lab fer a toddler.” Fiddleford looked at Lute.

“But Stanford gets to help?”

“He’s eight. Yer ‘bout two. That’s a difference of six years,” Lute explained. “And anyways, Ford doesn’t help out as much in the lab as he’s implyin’. Angie has him help her fer an hour a day, tops, then sends him back to us. A lab is a dangerous place fer kidlets.”

“What am I s’pposed to do all day, then?” Fiddleford demanded. Lute grinned. He dropped one of the bags he was holding onto the ground and nudged over to Fiddleford with his foot.

“Ford brought up that exact question. It’s part of the reason we were gone so long. We had to find somethin’ that would occupy ya.” Fiddleford looked in the bag. “Whattaya think?”

“Really?” Fiddleford grumbled. He reached in and retrieved a plastic screwdriver. “Really? Ya thought this would make me feel better? Playin’ engineer? I have a master’s degree!”

“Think of it as a challenge,” Angie suggested. “If ya can make a killer robot usin’ child’s toys, yer really the top of yer game.”

“No,” Fiddleford said shortly. He removed the other plastic tools from the bag, as well as a toy toolbox. “Seriously, what can I do with this? Nothin’!”

“Sounds like a challenge to me,” Stan said. Fiddleford crossed his arms, pouting fiercely. “Don’t act like that, Sticks.”

“Don’t call me Sticks.”

“No dice, pipsqueak. I already got used to calling you that.”

“But that’s-” Fiddleford started. Angie cleared her throat. All heads turned in her direction. “Yes, Angie?”

“Now that Stanford ‘n Lute ‘re back, we can have some lunch. Lute, care to put away what you purchased? Stan ‘n I will handle feedin’ the boys.”

“You got it,” Lute said with a salute. He put the toy tools back in the plastic bag and picked it up. As he strolled away, whistling, Fiddleford began to get to his feet, only to feel himself being lifted in the air. Fiddleford let out a squeak of protest.

“I’m too hungry to wait for you to crawl to the kitchen,” Stan said. He was the one who had picked up Fiddleford, and slightly adjusted his hold, so that Fiddleford was partially sitting on Stan’s arm. Fiddleford looked down at the ground, which was much further away from him than he wanted. He quickly grabbed fistfuls of Stan’s shirt to steady himself. When he and Stan arrived at the kitchen, Ford was already sitting at the table, devouring a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. A similar but smaller sandwich rested on the tray of the high-chair by the table.

“No,” Fiddleford whined as Stan headed for the high-chair. He tightened his grip on Stan’s shirt, but Stan easily pulled him off and placed him into the high-chair. Fiddleford pouted at him. Stan frowned thoughtfully. “…What?”

“Something’s missing,” Stan said. His expression brightened. “Oh!” Stan stepped away. Fiddleford sighed and picked up his sandwich. Before he could take a bite, Stan returned, holding a bib. “Gotta keep your clothes clean.”

“What? No! I’m not wearing that!” Fiddleford protested. Stan ignored him. He began to fasten the bib around Fiddleford’s neck. Panicking, Fiddleford threw his sandwich at him. The sandwich hit Stan’s face soundly, smearing peanut butter and jelly on his nose and chin before falling to the ground with a muffled slap. Both Stan and Fiddleford froze.

“What-” Angie started, turning away from the counter. Her eyes widened. “Fidds!”

“He was trying to put a bib on me!” Fiddleford whined. Angie propped her hand on her hip. Fiddleford recognized the gesture. It was the same one their ma made when she was frustrated. “I refuse to be treated like a child.”

“I’m not angry, don’t worry,” Stan said, finally unfreezing. He wiped the smears of food off his face with his sleeve. Angie sighed.

“I ain’t makin’ another sandwich. Stan, you aggravated him. You can make him his lunch.”

“What? But-”

“No buts,” Angie said firmly. “You were tryin’ to get his goat, to see what he would tolerate. Don’t act like ya weren’t.”

“That’s not the whole reason,” Stan mumbled. Angie raised an eyebrow. “I thought it’d be cute.” Ford, finished with his sandwich and now eating carrot sticks, sniggered.

“Whatever.” Angie crossed her arms. “Make him somethin’ easy to eat and not too tough on his tummy. I’m goin’ to…I don’t know. Just stare at the wall fer a bit.” She stomped out of the room, muttering.

“Is Angie all right?” Fiddleford asked quietly. Stan picked the sandwich off the floor and tossed it in the trash.

“She’s a bit overworked, I think,” Ford replied. Stan, already looking at the contents of the fridge, nodded.

“Lute and I are doing most of the kid stuff, but she’s doing all the science and still has to make dinner.”

“Not to mention, you’ve requested her help with some childcare situations,” Ford added. Stan removed a container of applesauce from the fridge, brought it over to the counter, and took a bowl out of the cupboard.

“Yeah. Like the last time we needed her to step in.” Stan looked over at Ford. “Or did you forget that you were the reason we needed backup?” Ford turned red.

“What happened?” Fiddleford asked. Ford flushed more.

“He got stuck,” Stan grunted. Ford poked at the carrot sticks still on his plate. “I took him out back to let him run off some energy. Turned my back on him for two seconds and then he was up a tree. And too scared to come down on his own. Lute was at the grocery store with you, Sticks, and I can’t climb worth a damn. So I had to grab Angie. She shimmied up the tree and brought him down right away, but she was pissed.”

“I can imagine,” Fiddleford mumbled. Stan placed a small bowl of applesauce on the high-chair tray. “…That’s it?”

“Yep.” Stan put a small, plastic spoon in the bowl. “Enjoy.” Fiddleford scowled, but ate the applesauce nonetheless. Some time passed in silence, as Ford and Fiddleford ate and Stan washed dishes. Finally, Ford hopped off his chair.

“I’m going to go find Angie,” Ford announced. “She might need some assistance in the lab.”

“If she says no, come back,” Stan instructed. “We’ll need to revamp our plans for tomorrow, now that Sticks isn’t a baby.” Ford nodded and rushed away.

“What were the original plans fer tomorrow?” Fiddleford asked, struggling to spoon up the last of his applesauce. Giving up, he scooped the applesauce up with his fingers and sucked on his hand.

“There’s this baby club in the park. Lute liked taking you there. I’d come and watch Ford scamper around the playground.” Finished sucking the applesauce off his hand, Fiddleford pulled his fingers from his mouth. “Hmm. I think Lute wanted to take you to the library later today, actually. That’s probably cancelled.”

“I’d think so.” Fiddleford yawned. “I’m not going to attend any baby activities.” Fiddleford rubbed his eyes. Stan looked over at him. A small smile quirked the corner of his mouth.

“Tired?”

“Yes. But I don’t know why.”

“You’re a toddler. You probably need a nap,” Stan pointed out. Fiddleford’s protest was cut off by another yawn. “Yep. It’s naptime. C’mere, Sticks.”

“Don’t call me that,” Fiddleford mumbled. Stan removed him from the high-chair. Fiddleford rested his head on Stan’s chest. Stan’s T-shirt was soft, warm, and smelled clean.

Angie and Lute must have made him wash his clothes. Fiddleford’s eyes drooped. Stan ruffled his hair. Fiddleford’s eyes closed.

#this was fun to write. it's been a hot minute since I wrote de-aging stuff lmao #that's my all-time fave trope for those who don't know btw #love that trope. so much fun to play around with.#Deaged Ford AU #Fiddleford McGucket #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Stanford Pines #Lute McGucket #my writing #ficlet #speecher speaks

17 notes · View notes

imnotcameraready · 6 years ago

Text

chivalry is dead (3)

A/N: MEET THE ROMANS !!!! i actually drew All the romans, but you only meet the first one in this chapter! gonna upload his pic in a Hot Sec but, anyway, i love him and i love you! <3 this entire story turned real big

WARNINGS: Sympathetic Deceit, arguing, yelling, panic (no panic attacks but Virgil is incredibly on edge, as is everyone), heights/possibly falling two floors off a tall ladder — if i missed anything, please please let me know!! also, OCs? ? gonna talk more about that in the Tags but let me know!

Words: 2916

Pairings: why do i keep adding this? idk. nothing yet! I guess you can read patton being Platonically Flirtatious™ to Logan but? DLAMP endgame, but i guess you can call this a slow burn because i forgot how much i write on the regular

Part 1 (chivalry is dead) — Part 2 (i’m wishing) — Part 3 (the bells of notre dame) — Part 4 (honor to us all)

AO3 link!

@starlightvirgil @forrestwyrm @daflangstlairde @marshmallow-the-panda @askthesnake @k9cat

enjoy!!

The room had changed, yes, but it hadn’t gone back to being Roman’s bedroom.

In fact, the room appeared more like a long walk-in closet. Deceit closed the door a little and looked at the front again — yep, the sign was still there, this was still Roman’s room. He let the door swing all the way open in a silent invitation to the other Sides to peek in. Logan was the first to join him in the doorway, standing right besides Deceit, only a few inches away from the threshold.

From the doorway, they couldn’t see the end of the narrow hall. Both walls were packed with clothes pressed against each other, like some sort of unreasonably long walk-in closet. There was a second shelf of clothes above that, just as packed. In the hallway’s center were some benches, of varying aesthetics. The one closest to the door was plush, with seating on both sides and red cushions, but the one next to it and farther in looked like a football stadium bleacher. Strewn about, too, were many, many shoes. Not all in pairs.

Deceit leaned his head into the room and, with one hand on his hat, looked up. The ceiling continued forever as well, with even more shelves of clothing stretching up as far as the eye could see.

“This is certainly a change,” Logan commented, a slight tremor in his voice, “Though it’s a far cry from the black abyss you’d claimed to see.”

“What’s it look like?” Virgil shuffled behind them both, the tensions of earlier now replaced with a stifling dread.

Deceit glanced back at him, just to check. Old habits die hard. He was holding Patton’s arm tight, breathing nearly nonexistent, off-hand twitching every so often. Virgil’s hair was matted down, too, as he and Patton examined the room. The concern was leaking into Patton, as his hand seemed just as tight on Virgil’s. He pushed up his glasses without taking his eyes off of the room, and Deceit could see some tears sparkling behind the lenses. Virgil’s mounting panic plus Patton’s deep concern was creating an intoxicating brew of ‘we should get on with this.’

Deceit turned to Logan and nodded to the room. They’d have to go in to find Roman.

There was nothing else to be done. Logan lifted a foot.

“Don’t go in there,” Virgil said, nearly shouted.

“Well, we must, if we’re—”

“Hang on, hang on, first,” Patton leaned forward, nudging his face between Logan and Deceit while keeping his feet firmly planted behind them as Virgil tugged him closer. He cupped his other hand around his mouth. “ROMAN? HELLO?”

Silence was his answer. Not even an echo. Patton’s nose scrunched up. He pulled back, wrapping an arm subconsciously around Virgil. “That usually works,” his words laced together quietly.

Logan shot him a quick confused glance. Internally, he was considering the possibilities at a breakneck pace. Roman’s room was the most volatile, susceptible to constant change depending on how the creative side felt and what his most recent project was. It made sense that the room wouldn’t look exactly how it did the last time they’d seen it, especially given how long it’d been since the door had last been opened.

Something was still unusual, however. Even though its theming was impermanent, there were certain constants: a bed, a wardrobe or closet, a desk, often a window or two, Roman’s fairy lights, some posters. Even when period themed, Roman kept a laptop on his desk and a speaker besides his bed. Now there wasn’t even a bed. There were just rows and rows of clothes, some unwearable for daily use. Logan could definitely see a hoop skirt over there on the left. And….was that a full military uniform? Why would Roman need outfits such as those?

“A costume room!” Patton exclaimed, causing everyone else to jump.

Virgil calmed himself down first. “Can’t you give a guy a warning before your lightbulb moments, Pat?” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets, glowering at Patton.

“Sorry, kiddo,” Patton rubbed the back of his neck and smiled thinly back, “I just thought, this whole set up….it looks a lot like a big ole’ dressing room, doesn’t it? With the costumes and the benches?”

The other three glanced back around the room. “I suppose you’re right,” Logan said, drawing out his words.

Before another silence overtook, though, he cleared his throat and straightened his tie. “I don’t think we’ll learn any more about Roman’s sudden room change without going in,” his voice was stiff, trying to hide whatever nervousness he felt.

“I don’t know. I don’t like this,” Virgil grumbled, eyes locked on the darkness at the end of the hallway.

It was dimly lit but not difficult to see in. They could definitely search around in here, but there wasn’t a boundary between the Imagination and Roman’s room. For all they knew, they could be walking straight through the Imagination, which would be chaotic. They couldn’t control it like Roman could. Sure, Virgil’d made a fair nightmare or dark daydream, but it always got out of hand or was overseen by Roman himself, usually inspirational fodder for some bigger project he was cooking.

Actually, now that he thought about it, Virgil didn’t think he’d ever been in the Imagination without Roman. He hadn’t heard of any of the others entering Roman’s “kingdom” without him and, honestly, he wasn’t keen on finding out what’d happen if they didn’t have a guide.

Oof.

“Are you going to stop glaring at the hallway any time soon?” Deceit’s voice pulled Virgil from his thoughts and another spiral.

Before he could retort, Logan stepped back from the room to face him. “I hate to admit it, but he’s right. We should enter and find Roman ourselves,” he crossed his arms as he explained. “This room doesn’t bear resemblance to any sort of bedroom and, if Patton’s assumption that this is a costume room is correct, then we must ask why Roman’s chosen to, er. Switch things up. There are different interpretations we could derive but it’s better to hear it from him, as well as pull him out of his room for a meal and check-in.”

“And if he gets mad that we barged in on his personal space and doesn’t want to see us again?” Virgil asked, crossing his arms to mirror Logan’s stance.

“Then we acknowledge that Deceit lied, and we ask why he hasn’t left his room in a week. I find the second part of your statement highly improbable as well. Considering our concern and confusion over Roman’s absence, I think we are well-warranted in entering without permission.”

“Wow, check out Logan, finally coming to his senses about the constructive nature of personal space,” Deceit followed Logan away from the doorway, a sneer on his lips.

Logan and Virgil now both glared at Deceit. “Me agreeing that I’m confused by Roman’s sudden departure doesn’t mean I agree with your explanation that he fell into a hole — a hole that is no longer there, mind you.”

“And we can probably find Roman without you stinking up the place,” Virgil waved his hands at Deceit, gesturing for him back up, “How about you drag yourself back to whatever hole you crawled out of, and—”

“Guys! I found my old cardigan in here!”

All three of them looked up, noticing that Patton was a fair way into the room, and all of them tensed. As much as Deceit and Logan were talking a big game about entering the room, it seemed they were just as nervous as Virgil was.

Patton didn’t react to their concern, perusing the costumes lining the left side of the wall. In his defense, Patton already knew they were gonna have to search for Roman in here. He didn’t distrust Deceit more than he was worried about Roman isolating himself, and the collection of costumes was a lot more interesting to him than debating the morality — he snorted to himself — of the situation. Besides, Virgil’d get the hint that the morals of going in were fine if Patton and Deceit were agreeing.

Now, the cardigan was the same as his. Patton would have thought Roman’d just taken it if he hadn’t felt assured that his cardigan was in his closet, in his room. Plus, THIS cardigan didn’t have a dollar in the pocket! Or, wait, he’d given that dollar back to Roman, since he owed him. Okay, well, he was still pretty certain that HIS cardigan was back in HIS room!

“You shouldn’t be touching Roman’s clothes, Patton,” Logan had entered the room.

Patton didn’t look up, though he could tell by Logan’s voice that he was standing just behind him. “Awh, but there’re so many outfits! Who knew Roman had so many!”

Something blue caught his eye. Patton reached for a hanger just a few spaces down from the cardigan and pulled out Logan’s old outfit, with the black polo shirt and periwinkle tie. “Hey, look! It’s you!” He grinned at Logan, laughing at Logan’s cute little surprised expression, “Talk about a blast from the past!”

Logan took the hanger, lifting it up to inspect. It was just the shirt and tie, but….well. He felt a twinge of nostalgia. “I do prefer my current tie,” he said.

“An’ I think you look great in anything,” Patton nudged him with his elbow, “Just thought you’d wanna see! Looks like Roman’s stocked up on all our old outfits.”

“C’mon, guys, we shouldn’t be in here,” Patton and Logan turned and saw Virgil slowly follow Deceit past the threshold, steps slow and careful, as if the ground were going to fall into the pit Deceit’d described.

Once Virgil was two steps in, though, the door slammed shut behind him. He whipped around, screaming in surprise and launching himself backwards into Deceit, who then shouted and fell forward onto the red couch.

Patton screamed, too, and flung himself into Logan, who actually caught him. His arms wrapped around Patton’s shoulders as he hoisted him up.

They all watched as the door sank beneath the deep red carpet, standing still as statues as it slid down and left a blank white-wallpapered wall.

Trapped.

Logan let go of Patton slowly, arms dropping to his sides. He could feel a headache coming on. Patton unraveled himself from Logan, too, stepping more towards Deceit and Virgil as the shock wore off. Deceit nearly flung Virgil off of himself, probably would have succeeded if Virgil hadn’t jumped off of him first.

The shock of what had happened was definitely wearing down on Virgil, hands shaking at his sides. Patton placed a hand on his shoulder — an offer — and Virgil took it, hugging Patton tight, burying his face into his chest. Patton wrapped his arms around Virgil too, just as tight. “Sorry,” Patton looked up, mouthing to Deceit.

Deceit seemed nonplussed, though, as he stared down the hallway. Logan’s body was turned towards them, seemingly halfway through approaching, though he too faced down the hall.

“Do you hear….” Logan’s voice, a hushed whisper, “Singing.”

Patton frowned, but carded his hand through Virgil’s hair and listened harder.

“You can lie to yourself and your minions,” that voice was unmistakable, verse echoing faintly from down the impossibly long hall.

Virgil gripped the back of Patton’s shirt and perked his head up as the voice grew slightly louder.

“Roman,” Deceit’s shoulders relaxed, “That must be Roman.”

In a non-spoken group decision, the four began to slowly walk down the hall. Deceit led the way past the hanging costumes, each closet packed with outfits, and didn’t stop. Virgil was at the back, still holding onto Patton’s shirt, checking behind them every so often.

Things were even more disorganized as they continued down the hall. Costumes were on the ground, as though fallen from their hangers. Patton’d stopped to fix the first few, but as they saw more and more dishevelment, he gave up. The shoes were strewn about still, some on benches now, some with full costumes sitting on the bench besides them.

“You can claim that you haven’t a qualm!”

There were some outfits that they recognized. Thomas’ Dr. Emile Picani costume was sitting on a bench, laid out neatly, as though they’d be shooting Cartoon Therapy the next day. His trenchcoat from playing JD was crumpled in a lump with a single thick boot next to it, from the same outfit. Deceit pointed out a balled up copy of Virgil’s current hoodie, sat in the middle of their walkway.

“He must be in a block. Making all these costumes must’a been a real good creative exercise,” Patton tried to keep his voice light and airy.

Virgil shook his head. “I don’t think it’s a block. It reeks of manic panic in here,” he scowled around, “We gotta figure out what’s wrong with him.”

“But you never can run from,” Roman’s singing continued, growing louder, closer.

“Of course. Before he disappeared, would you consider that Roman was acting odd? I thought his demeanor was fairly typical for a creative block, hence it wasn’t incredibly worrying,” Logan hummed in thought, then added, “He had been a little more subdued. But, that too could be attributed to the lull in productive creative content plus the incoming tax season.”

“I mean, locking himself in his room was pretty in character,” Virgil said, “But….”

“Was leaving him in his room in character for you all?” Deceit looked back just long enough to catch the glare Virgil shot him, “It’s a fair question, after all this.”

“....How do we know you’re not just leading us into a trap here?” Virgil hissed, without the bite he’d had earlier.

“For the last time, I’m not tricking you. Even you can feel how scared Roman is, you said it yourself,” Deceit stopped, letting Logan walk past him as he argued with Virgil.

“Yeah, but—”

“Nor hide what you’ve done from the eyes~!”

Logan held up a hand, stopping all of them. “I can see the end of the hall,” he said.

“And there’s Roman!” Patton let go of Virgil, letting the anxious side finally unravel himself from Patton’s chest while he moved besides Logan.

Instead of a bench, there was a large table in the center of the hallway, papers strewn over it in piles and disorganized stacks. On the opposite walkway side from the other four sides was a ladder and, up two levels of closet, was Roman. He had a stack of costumes in his arms, hanging them up one by one, voice echoing downwards.

“The very eyes of Notre Dame!” he leaned backwards on the ladder, spurring Virgil to swear loudly, jump towards it, and hold it steadier.

Roman didn’t notice them, though, continuing to sing and hang clothes. Patton, Logan, and Deceit all shared a look while Virgil just looked up at Roman and held the ladder. At least they’d get some answers now.

Logan cleared his throat first. “Roman!”

No response. Roman just continued to sing. “And for one time in his life of power and control,” he waved one of the costumes — a black cloak with blue trims — and spun on the top of the ladder.

“Stop spinning,” Virgil barked, holding the ladder with white knuckles.

The others crowded around the bottom, Patton now holding the other two legs. “Let’s try a little kindness — Roman, kiddo, can you come down here?” his voice was soft, inviting and loving, gazing up the ladder.

“Frollo felt a twinge of fear!”

“Well,” Patton looked back down at the other Sides, “I’m shattered.”

Deceit rolled his eyes as Logan sighed, “He’s ignoring us.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

“For his immortal sou~l!”

“Roman—Roman, stop,” Deceit shook the ladder, trying to not throw Roman’s balance off, “What’s happening?”

“Yeah,” Virgil shouted, shooting Deceit a deadly glare quickly, “Get down here and stop singing! You’ve got a lotta explaining to do!”

Roman didn’t turn around, but he stopped dancing, singing, and shifting the ladder. “You’re all interrupting the audition,” he snapped as he hung the last costume and began to descend.

As he came closer, the other four could see the differences in his outfit. Gone was the white uniform and red sash, replaced with a white shirt and a tight red vest. Though they could only see his back, the others could see a scroll decal across his shoulders, similar to the one on Roman’s crest. This was certainly a change.

“Roman,” Virgil started, voice quiet, leading to more, but Roman cut him off.

“Stop calling me that. Haven’t won the callback yet,” and he laughed to himself, landing and pivoting at the bottom of the ladder.

The vest buttoned double-breasted in the front, and a bright red tie was tucked into the vest, which had golden lapels. The others watched him push his own pair of black-rimmed Warby Parker glasses up his nose, hair pinned back from its normal waves with one glittering gold pin. A golden pen was tucked behind the ear his hair was, too. On the bottom, he wore black pants and a black dress shoes with whitened Oxfords.

He took notice of their confused looks and bowed with a flourish and a large, proud smile. “As you can all see, I’m definitely not the Prince, and am not Roman YET. For the time being, you may call me the Playwright.”

90 notes · View notes

surveys-at-your-service · 5 years ago

Text

Survey #225

“i tried to write your name in the rain, but the rain never came.”

How many times a day do you check your cell to see if you have a text? Considering my dumb phone doesn't let me know I have texts half the time, I do multiple times throughout the day. Ever wonder if the person you hate will become the person you marry? HA HA YOOOOOOOOOOOO SARA AND I DID AND NOW I DEADASS WANNA MARRY HER TOMORROW How many times a day do you wash your hands? It varies. After I use the bathroom or if I'm about to touch food. You walk in on your parents smoking pot, what do you do? lol h u h How old were you when you had your first crush? Hell if I know. I do remember as a young kid though, I was very much "ew boys no thnx." Maybe like... 5th grade? When was the last time you asked God for something? A long, long time ago. Your opinion on smoking: Just don't, dude. It's money going towards gradual suicide. No one likes the smell. You sure won't like how it affects your body. It's an addiction/it's stressful to stop. I'm not gonna like, judge you if you smoke, but nevertheless, I'll tell anyone it's an awful idea. Make love or fuck? It depends on the mood. I was more into the former mood back when that even applied to me, though. Have you ever cried so much over something that later felt like nothing? Oh, I can assure you I have. The last time you were afraid of the dark was: I'm not really scared of the dark, but one time I got up semi-recently in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and after one incident, I was so, so careful and nervous to step on Bentley's tail. He lost his fucking mind on me when I did it once, of course on accident. The TV was off by this point, so I couldn't see well at all. I love having a dog that fucking scares me. How often do you say I love you to your parents and mean it? A whole lot. Your boyfriend/girlfriend say they can’t hang out & it’s been two weeks. You? I mean sure, it sucks, but if they're legitimately busy, they're busy. Have you ever wanted a wild animal for a pet? If yes what animal? I had a phase where I really wanted a fox, and now I am DEAD serious about fostering opossums at some point. When you go to sleep, do you have to have white noise or silence? SILENCE. Though I don't really get /total/ silence 'cuz I have to have my fan on. My room's always hot. Have you ever gotten in a fight with a teacher? No. Ever had a creepy dream about a teacher? No. Where were you when you had your first sleepover? Your house or a friends’? I believe I was at my then-best friend's house. I had suuuuch bad separation anxiety from my mom that I know I was older than most kids who did. What are you limits for doing stuff for money? I'd never do sexual favors or seriously hurt someone for it. Is there someone you are mean to all the time for no reason? No. I'll admit I'm typically rather short with Bentley, but Jesus, do I have reason. When you think of love what’s the first that comes to mind? Sara. How do you calm your mind and find peace when you are stressed? My best bet is going to sleep; that's pretty much, usually, my reset button. Have you ever given someone flowers? I gave Jason flowers once or twice. I gave my mom some for Mother's Day as a kid. How often do you get on Facebook? A couple times a day... mainly just to see memes lmaoooo. What day of the week is usually your busiest day? Good Lord, Tuesdays. I'm at school for 13 hours. Mostly sitting in the library waiting for classes, but. I do study a whole lot, though, and it's when I get a bunch of schoolwork done. Is there a place that you will never return back to? Idk. When was the last time that you created a PowerPoint? I'm actually working on/off one for FYS 'cuz we have to do this "Lifeline" thing where we introduce ourselves and give our stories. Guess who's not fucking ready. Do you like group work? NO. NO. Particularly if it's with people I don't know. Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No. Is music or the TV on while you complete this survey? I'm listening to Chase Holfelder's cover of "Kiss The Girl" rn. Does your grass need cut currently? No. Do you listen to Nirvana? Occasionally. What color are the doors in your house? White. Have your friends ever not wanted you to be with someone? Probably. What is your favorite use for whipped cream? I hate that stuff. What is your favorite flower? Orchids. And your favorite nut? Ew no thanks. Can you curse in a foreign language? Of course I know "fuck" and "shit" in German lmao. Are you fond of spaghetti? Hell yeah man. Have you ever played in the mud? I sure did zoom through it on my bike as a kid. Do you remember what your first real relationship felt like? That relationship ultimately led to PTSD, how could I possibly forget. Who can make you happy no matter what? Sara, Mark, and Game Grumps are particularly good at that. How tall are you? 5'4.5'' Are there any animals near you? No, I'm at school rn. Do have a lot of lists? No. Are you a godparent? No. Do you sleep too much or not enough? Eh, it depends on the day and my mood. Have you ever gone a full day without interacting with another person? Yep. How many relationships have you been in that lasted less than a year? Four. Where were you going the last time you were on a train? Never been on one before. Do you think having a bad temper is a sign of immaturity? I mean, no? It's an interesting question and I guess a "maybe," but. I feel this depends on the trigger. Have you ever been significantly more physically fit than you are now? I was a fucking yoga master babe in 9th grade, fuckin fite me. When growing up, did your parents keep the house very tidy? I guess? It wasn't dirty. How many watches do you own? Zero. Are there any ways in which you greatly differ from everyone else in your family? Political views, I guess? Or the fact I'm bi? I only know of one person in my extended family that's gay. Should teenagers be allowed to have their cell phones with them in class? No shit? Emergencies are a thing? BUT, respect the teacher, please. I cannot stand people using their phone in class, especially here in college. You're paying a shitload to learn. Spend that time as you're supposed to. Take education seriously. If your phone's on vibrate for said emergency situations, that's cool. Do you have any gay relatives? Lol oh. Yeah, Mom has a cousin. Have you ever had to have a pet put down? Yeah. Have you unfollowed, deleted, or blocked anyone on social media recently? I deleted my sister's mother-in-law in fury over her homophobia because I've seriously had it, then just a few days ago actually I went through my Facebook list deleting people I just didn't really feel connected to/didn't really care to follow their journey anymore. How many cups of coffee do you typically drink per day? Zero. Do you know what your vocal range is? It's not broad. I'd say I'm probably in a rank slightly lower than most women. What’s the biggest financial mistake you’ve ever made? I've never really been in the position to be capable of that. I've never had a source of income. If so, what sub-genres of metal do you like the best? Probably heavy. Or symphonic, though I haven't found too many artists in that sub-genre that I really enjoy. But BOY, when I do? I will BINGE that shit to the ends of the earth. Have you ever turned down someone who didn’t handle the rejection well? Ha ha oh man, I remember in 4th grade, this kid Nick was desperate to date me. It was endearing and cute, but he asked kinda obsessively. Then jfc, when I broke up with Tyler, you would've thought I was Jason and he was me, holy shit. How large is your largest scar, and what is it from? Well, I can't see it, so I actually don't know. I guess kinda long, but not wide. It's from a cyst removal surgery. Who was the last person you sincerely thanked? Omg, my Writing teacher. She really liked my writing on my essay. I was so flattered. When was the last time you went for a walk? Like, just a casual walk for the sake of walking? Not since I was at Sara's last. That was when my muscle atrophy was starting to get extremely bad though and I was very close to death omg. Have you ever been in a relationship where there was a large difference in maturity levels? I don't think so. When cooking a meal, do you clean up as you go or wait til you’re done? I don't know how to cook. Do you develop crushes easily? NO. I am soooooo romantically picky. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed as a guest at someone’s house? A month or more with Colleen after we were evicted. That was a really good time, honestly, regardless of how we feel about each other now. I don't think anyone's done something so selfless for me, and we really did have fun. How bad was your acne when you were a teenager? I'd say it was normal for someone that age. Do you like salsa that has fruit in it? NO. Do you think stained glass windows are pretty? Hell yeah. That was my favorite thing about the church I grew up with; Catholic churches tend to truly have incredible stained glass. Are you scared of snakes? Nope, snakes are Baby. Have you had your wisdom teeth removed? No; I only have two, and I just slightly have enough room for them. Do you like hard or soft pretzels better? I strongly prefer soft. Have you ever been carded when buying something? Yes. Do you eat meat? Regretfully. Can you sleep with the light on? NOOOOOOOOOO. I have to truly be exhausted. Have you ever broken a bone? No, but I did fracture my wrist as a kid. Have you ever made ice cream in chemistry class? Bitch I wish, tf. Do you use the microwave often? Considering a bitch can't cook, yes. Microwavable meals are the reason I am alive. Have you ever painted a room? No. What’s in your copy and paste? This survey. Do you know anyone that’s painfully, socially awkward? Fuckin ME JFC. How do you usually pose in your pictures? With the left side of my face facing the camera (bc my hair kinda swoops over the right side), and I'll usually smile with my teeth or do a :D face bc at least I look happy instead of high with my squinty-ass eyes. :') Do you know anyone that absolutely freaks out if you try to take a picture of them? um????????? me?????????????? Do you pick on them for it and attempt to take loads of pictures anyway? If someone doesn't want me to take a picture of them, I absolutely don't push them 'cuz I totally get it. How’s your posture? Bad. Have you ever had to take care of a fake baby in family ed? Thank God in Heaven no. I. Would. Have. Raged. ^ were you a good mother/father? N/A What’s your favorite way to wear your hair up? My hair is too short for that. But I generally find french braid buns SO pretty. Have you ever read a ‘banned’ book? Uh, I don't think so. What does your screen name mean? Favorite animal, meerkats, + favorite artist, Ozzy Osbourne. Have you ever had to take a sobriety test? N- no wait. They were mandatory when I've gone to the ER for suicidal thoughts. Do you like movies more if they’re based on actual events? It doesn't really matter to me. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done with your cell phone? Idk, dropped it? What’s your opinion on gold diggers? Selfish, or smart? Both? Uh, I don't think it's exactly debatable to call it selfish... I mean, you're dating for the sake of monetary gain...? What would you do if your bf/gf was hitting on someone else right in front of you? I couldn't even try to picture her doing that, but obviously I'd be uncomfortable and jealous. What’s something you’ve done that you’ve sworn you’d never do? Idk, multiple things. Which ex of yours do you talk to the most? I only talk to Girt. Can you recall the first person you ever drank/got drunk/high with? I drank with family, probably, but I've never reached the point of being drunk, and I've never been high. ^ are you still friends? I mean, I love my family. Have you ever taken someone else’s vehicle without permission? No. What were you doing the last time you were videotaped? *shrugs* Is that something you’d be comfortable uploading and sharing? I don't know what it would be. Which friend wears the same size clothes as you do? Probably none? I don't have many friends to compare to. Is there anyone’s wardrobe that you’d like to steal? UM Suzy Hanson is a B A B E? ?? ? ? ??? I adooooorrrrre her clothing line (Psychic Circle), too, and so wanna buy something. Have you ever been lost in the woods? DARLIN I've watched The Blair Witch Project 2 much for that shit. What did you last stretch the truth about? Idk. Have you ever had withdrawals from something? Caffeine, and then WoW for quite a few months after I stopped playing for like, a year or more. Is there anyone on your friend’s list you know next to nothing about? I know at least one of Mom's friends that I've only met once, and briefly. How old is 'too old’ for you to date? I wouldn't date over 30 (I absolutely stg that has nothing to do with H I S age being 30 lmaoooo). How do you feel about guys in tight jeans? Skinny jeans look good on like, anyone. Favorite hour-long show? Uhhh idk. Well, at least out of the shows I used to like and would be most interested in watching, The Good Doctor. Favorite half-hour show? Meerkat Manor. Most people who’ve slept over at your house all at once? My current house? Just one, I think. Steak or chicken? Chicken. I'm piiiiickyyyy w/ steak. Is flirting really cheating? Yes, if you're clearly not just teasing. What’s something you own that’s /only/ of sentimental value? My pebble from my partial hospitalization program. What’s your choice of chips? Girrrrrllll gimme Cool Ranch Doritos. What song would you use to torture someone? i t ' s f r i d a y f r i d a y What is the weirdest compliment you have ever received? Probably that my nose was cute? If someone REALLY fat was upset, and saying how FAT they were, what would you say? First off, NOT say "you're not fat omg ur beautiful." I'M overweight and don't like when people say that. I'm perfectly aware that you're lying "for my own sake," which is sweet, but it's not helpful. Motivate me/the person to improve without being an asshole. Let them know I believe in them, which I do for ANYONE. If I could lose 60-70 pounds in a year, anyone can. What’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard a kid say? So when I was very little and my mom gave me orange juice, I freaked out because it had pulp in it. And what did I say? "I CAN'T DRINK THAT IT HAS NIPPLES IN IT" look idk don't ask but boy does Mom love sharing that story. A random stranger walks up to you and says 'you’re hot’. You say: Most likely "go away." Possibly "thank you, but please go away." Actually yeah, that's more likely. Like it's flattering to know someone finds you attractive, but yeah, that's just uncomfortable for some stranger to do that. I also wouldn't want to really piss the person off. Do you send messages on Facebook a lot? Definitely not. Almost the only person ever would be Girt. Have you ever gone to a strip club? No. Not my kinda scene. Like I absolutely will not think less of someone who does this, but I just don't like but moreso feel bad for men or women who reduce themselves to their sexual capabilities. Do you like Chinese food over pizza? Hell nah man. Pizza is supreme. What color is your watch? I'm not wearing one. I never do. Do you believe in love at first sight? Absolutely not. Visual attraction, of course that's real, but I promise you dear, you don't love someone upon looking at them. When you eat Frosted Flakes, do you add sugar in it? I hate that stuff. Who’s the biggest hugger you know? Ashley's father-in-law's mom. ... At least I think that's what she is? Do you want to change your name? Nah, it's fine. Have you ever tried to erase someone from your memory? Of course I have.

#survey #questions #quiz #random #bored

2 notes · View notes

phosphorescent-naidheachd · 6 years ago

Text

GOT 8x01 liveblog below the cut:

--Love the new opening credits!

--Poor Missandei and Grey Worm look so uncomfortable rn

--Jon: “I had a choice: keep my crown or protect the North.” But that’s... not what we saw onscreen?? Not unless some variation of political!Jon is actually true. But knowing D&D, this may simply be their retconned explanation for the nonsensical writing last year. Well, that or Jon is trying to make his stupid decision look better in front of the lords.

--Sansa, I love you, but do you have to smirk when you raise your (very valid) concerns? It’s not helping anything and you have to know it.

--Yessss, mentions of the food shortage!! Now let’s see if they’ll actually do anything with it...

--Show!Dany, I’m still trying to like you, but you’re not exactly making it easy, what with the whole “whatever they like” reply to “What do dragons eat, anyway?”, and smirking when the dragons swooped in and scared the fuck out of everyone in the Winter Town. The Northerners haven’t given you the warmest of receptions and I understand your frustration over that fact, but that’s no reason to think their fear is funny.

--Ah, yes, the oh-so-subtle handholding in front of the entire hall. *sighs at Jon and Dany* [ETA: never mind, they aren’t actually holding hands... Dany is just resting one of her hands on Jon’s arm. Which isn’t all that much more subtle lol.]

--It’s 100% my shipper confirmation bias at work, but the way that they’ve blocked this scene really does make it feel like a Dany/Jon/Sansa love triangle to me. #sorrynotsorry That said, if TPTB choose to go a belligerent sexual tension route w/ Dany/Sansa I wouldn’t turn it down. ;-)

--They’re actually letting Arya show human emotion again? *tosses confetti in celebration*

--Bran and Jon reunion!! My Stark Feelings heart overfloweth.

--Sansa and Tyrion reunion! I like that they’re keeping that hint of tension between them over the way they parted.

--Tyrion: “Many underestimated you. Most of them are dead now.” Subtext: I have no intention of repeating their mistakes.

--Sansa: “I used to think you were the cleverest man alive.” Talk about a burn!

--OK, Bran is looking at Tyrion Significantly(TM) with music playing in the background almost ominously.

--Confirmation that Yara is alive!!! Also, she and Euron are a disturbing but kind of hilarious dynamic at the moment.

--The Arya and Jon reunion was A++. Sweet and heartfelt, but with a hint of underlying tension. And Arya’s comment that Sansa is the smartest person she knows just made my heart an even bigger pile of Stark Family mush.

--Oh, and the “Have you used it?” line re: Needle just hurts because it shows us and Arya how little Jon knows about what Arya has gone through and who she’s become. And Arya’s “once or twice” line just tore out my heart. She doesn’t want to tell Jon what she’s done, both because she’s afraid of how he’ll react and because that will finally make it real to her.

--I feel kind of terrible for Cersei. Yes, she’s made her own bed, but the fact that Euron Greyjoy is lying in it... *shudders* The fact that she’s still forced to resort to sleeping with a man she despises despite ostensibly being the most powerful woman in the realm is incredibly depressing.

--Ahhh, and now we have The Temptation of Bronn(TM)

--The rescue mission! Theon getting to shoot arrows!!

--Greyjoy sibling feelings!!!!

--And Theon is headed to Winterfell! ...He’s going to die there saving a Stark, isn’t he? *braces self for emotional pain*

-- ...you couldn’t have proposed this Jon/Dany marriage, oh, four or so episodes ago, Davos?? The mind still boggles that no one brought this very obvious diplomatic solution up on Dragonstone last season.

--Varys: “Nothing lasts.”

Camera: *pans to Jon & Dany*

Me: I n t e r e s t i n g

Also me: Is this foreshadowing, or a red herring to up the dramatic tension?

--Is that... something resembling a smile from Jon around Dany? And he actually looks like he might genuinely enjoy her presence and/or care about her? It’s a miracle! ...A miracle that we really could have used some of last season too, GOT!!

--“She doesn’t need to be my friend. But I am her queen. If she can’t respect me--” *nods* That’s more or less what I figured their initial dynamic would be like. And their attitudes make sense on both ends of the equation! (Note: I can’t decide whether that was a veiled threat from Dany or not; if so, though, she jumped to them pretty darn fast.) I’m curious to see where D&D go with this.

--Oh, only that many goats and sheep. *rolls eyes* I mean, I get it, the dragons are huge; they need a lot of fuel! But on the other hand, that’s an awful lot of food the people don’t get anymore... It’s a no-win situation.

--“They don’t like the North.” Huh, I wonder what it means that the literal breathing symbol of the Targs aren’t fans of being in the North. [/sarcasm]

--Look, I’m glad Dany feels comfortable enough around Jon to be playful, but... would it have been that difficult for her to give him one or two tips before he mounted this incredibly dangerous flying weapon of mass destruction??

--How are these waterfalls not completely frozen over?! It’s the North and it’s winter. I know, I know, I shouldn’t expect anything resembling realism from this show, but still...

--Ah, so Dany is the one who has the line about how they could “stay here a thousand years and no one would find us”, not Jon. But on the flip side, Jon has his eyes closed for the kiss, not open... at least, not until the dragons start to talk lol.

--Emilia Clarke has such a beautiful smile!

--Yeah, I’m still not feeling the J0n3rys ‘chemistry’. Oh well; you can’t win them all. At least they aren’t totally unbelievable as a couple this episode.

--Ugghhh, yet another joke about balls (or the lack thereof) in this episode.

--Arya and Gendry reunion? Arya and Sandor reunion? Yes!

--Wow, Arya/Gendry are so awkward together right now! Sweet, but awkward. And yeah, here come the shippy feelings again... I’m predictable that way lol.

--“As you wish, m’lady.” *squeals delightedly*

--“You don’t know any other rich girls.” The look on their faces!!

--Can I mention again how much I love that they’re letting Arya and Dany emote so far this episode? It makes a world of difference. Now all we need is for Bran to be allowed to show emotions...

--Ooohh, this must be the promised Jon/Sansa argument scene.

--Good. I’m glad that there are already some consequences from the lords for Jon having bent the knee... the decision would feel incredibly cheap otherwise.

--And already we have more emotion from Jon in this one scene than in all of his scenes with Dany combined. I’m not saying Jon/Sansa is where the show is going, but it still works much better for me than Jon/Dany does. YMMV, of course, and that’s as it should be.

--”Do you have any faith in me at all?” “You know I do.” <3 <3 <3

--*sighs* Jon, it’s all very well and good to say that Dany will be a good queen, but you could, I don’t know, give Sansa some examples to help her understand why you think that instead of just expecting her to go entirely on your word?

--Ah, this must be the scene with Sam and Dany!

--Oh, poor Sam. I’m so glad they’re letting him be upset about it, though. His dad may have been an abusive dick, but his brother wasn’t... and besides, emotions aren’t always that clear-cut.

--“Now’s the time.” OK, but why now? Why now? Also, is it just me or did Bran’s voice sound different there?

--Jon and Sam reunion!!!

--Ouch, poor Jon. This revelation was always going to hit him hard.

--Jon (in a whisper, looking horrified): “That’s treason.” Uh, Jon, that doesn’t seem like the normal reaction of someone in love with another person? Just saying.

--“You gave up the crown to save your people. Would she do the same?” Samwell Tarly, asking the important questions! This question has always been one of--if not the--cruxes of Dany’s arc, IMO. That and her search for home/belonging.

--Ooo, is this the rumored scene with the WW symbols on the walls?

--Hmmm, this actually looks a bit like that clip from the trailers. Is Edd going to show up soon then?

--Hah! Called it.

--“Stay back, he’s got blue eyes!” “I’ve always had blue eyes!” LMAOOO

--Called it. I knew little Ned Umber was going to be the first named character death of the season. (For the record, I have him slated as the first named character death in my AU S8 fic outline, even though the chapter in question hasn’t been written yet.) Also, wow-- talk about a creepy way to display him!

--Still, that’s odd that he’s just dead rather than a wight-- oh, never mind he is a wight after all!

--Hmm, who are you, tall and mysteriously hooded man? (I mean, realistically everyone onscreen in the North should have their hoods up right now when they’re outside, but this is TV.) Could you possibly be... Jaime Lannister?

--Hah! Called it again.

--They’re going to cut to the credits now that Bran & Jaime have locked eyes, aren’t they? Yep, they just cut to the credits.

Additional Thoughts:

--I wonder where Brienne is... we haven’t seen her this episode IIRC. [ETA: Never mind, she is there in the background in several scenes, she just doesn’t say anything.]

--I wish D&D had given Dany more space to react to the news about undead!Viserion. This should be a big deal for her. Also, why is no one freaking out about the Wall coming down?

--Honestly, the pacing and tone of this episode could have used a little polishing IMO.

--I’m delighted that the show is letting characters speak positively about Sansa and her skills, but I wish the writing wasn’t so very heavy-handed about it.

--Ooo, interesting trailer, though still nothing terribly surprising. I’m curious to see what they do next episode... but not nearly as curious as I am to see what happens in 8x03 and beyond. ;-)

Overall, I enjoyed this episode! So many callbacks to earlier seasons. I may have deeper thoughts on a rewatch.

5 notes · View notes

dearestjaemin · 6 years ago

Text

26 Questions for the Saniwa

a question meme i saw from wikia and wanted to answer it here!!! since this is where i mostly put my tkrb posts....

q&a under the cut!

Q.What is your name and which server is your citadel on?

A. 桃井　さつき　+ see battle record uwu;;;;

Q. When did you start serving as a Saniwa? Please display your battle records.

A. April 22 of 2017!!! I recently celebrated my first year anniversary and it was nice uwu

Q. Which starter sword did you pick? What is he doing now?

A. Kashuu Kiyomitsu!!! Um, well, he’s just there... waiting for his kiwame... Actually uwu;; I used him for a recent VOT thinking exp accumulates and carries over to kiwame! Did that to him because he’s the only one I wouldn’t get angry at haha

Q. Who is the first among your swords to reach the maximum level? What do you think of him

A. If i remember correctly, it is Hotarumaru!!! He arrived pretty early but I’m sure he got to 99 hella quick because of VOT AHHAHAA I love him!! He’s relatively fast for an ootachi + he’s cute!!!

Q. Who do you have in each of your squads, and how do you use them? If you haven’t unlocked all four teams yet, briefly describe how you plan to organize them.

A. First squad varies depending on event! (WTE is either all kiwame or newbies, VOT is tachi + ootachi; if it isn’t battle regiment?? all other squads are on expedition!) Currently: Second squad is 97 akita, 99 tarou, 99 micchan, 24 tomoe (extra haha a...) 97 yagen (for the naginata expedition!), third squad is for yari expedition, with 55 ote, 99 mutsu, 35 (extra) fudou (he levelled up by sheer force of expedition HAHAHAH) 99 ishi, fourth squad is 99 kashuu, 99 sayo, 99 kousetsu, 53 nihongou

if it’s battle regiment, it’s either all kiwame team again for first squad then the rest goes on exp. if not, first team is night battle, then tachi team, then uchi team.

Q. Without considering the performance of the swords, which type of sword do you prefer?

A. I love tantous!! They’re so cute huhu I also love my naginatas!!

Q. List the swords that you like and your thoughts on them.

A. i this is a lot ahahhaa um i love kashuu’s art style and everything about him. he’s so cute and im a sucker for his voice!!! i love my baby gokotai imma protecc him. I LOVE FUDOU i love his drunk self but i never knew i could love him more until he kiwame-d! i love horikawa so much i would give him all the love ;; I LOVE KANE-SAN he’s so handsome aaaaa and i like idiots like him huhu MONOYOSHI he’s so pretty imma cry for his kiwame ;;;;; mICCHAAAN i love his voice and his mom-ness. i love tsuru’s art so much!!! also such a playful boy ;;;; I LOVE HOTARUMARU SO MUCH bb rest well ;; IWAIWA i luv him so much ainsaksnaks and and otegine is slowly having a spot bcos i always hear him for expedition ahahhaha...

Q. Are there any pairings that you like? If there is, please list them.

A. Kashuu and Yasu!! I love these two!! KaneHori but also KashuuHori owo I love MikaKogi and MikaTsuru uwu MitsuKara!!! I also love TsuruKara hehe and IwaSouza!! (haha zoku’s tiny moment of them...) AND YAMABUSHIXJUZU BOI U CANT CONVINCE ME THAT THEYRE NOT CUTE and sweats.... a lot of tachis x saniwa.... .////.

Q. Is your Citadel an employee-friendly Citadel or a black-hearted Citadel that works your swords to the bones?

A. I- ;; maybe black-hearted? I only repair swords when they get to red for resource + instant token purposes (unless im not gonna use them for a long time) I do only work with gold troops because i think they deserve gold troops uwu;;; Or work to the bones mean fatigue?? I never let them out non-sakura fubuki (if you lose the flowers, you get to be leader!)

Q. Have you ever done anything weird to your swords?

A. I what??

Q. Have you ever broken a sword? What happened, and who did you break?

A. I’ve mentioned this a lot but I’ll say it again haha I broke Gokotai on a run on WTE Map 4?? I was at school (whoops) and I was playing during a seatwork?? since it only needed clicking. When I looked at the screen, Gokotai broke!! I didnt even hear his line! I thought he had an omamori but it turned out that he was the only one without it! I was horrified as he was already 90+ (ready to be sent out for kiwame! so thankfully not yet a kiwame) and i was near in tears! I got another gokotai and on the same day i level-ed him to 30?? ye. ahaha-

Q. Who looses troops the most in your Citadel? And who is the most skilled at making troops?

A. I think it’s Daihannya? And it’s Kousetsu! Or, well I believe he makes good troops...

Q. Have you ever done something with all your might in order to get a particular sword? Please describe what you did and the results.

A. Good story: I used up all my ofudas and resources were almost less than a 100k?? and it was night time already!!! God i needed to sleep. then tomoe came home!!! Juzu too!!! God I ran thru 7-4 long route so many times i think i 99-ed a set of tantous + almost another set of them before i got him uwu;;

Bad story: same thing and I was down to 50k??? yep i think that was it. koryuu still didnt come home. ;;

Q. Are you superstitious? (wwww)

A. I believe that Nakigitsune brings swords home as he brought Juzu home (and he brought Juzu home as well for my sis! Also Shizukagata for her!) Also back when I sucked at VOT, I believe that screaming beads repeatedly while pumping my fists helps (no it doesnt but well im desperate for an ichigo)

Q. What made you join the TKRB fandom in the beginning? How about now?

A. I saw fanarts of it from an artist i love and im like WHAT IS THIS?? at first it was only the game and i heard it was pc + jap only so i gave up. when hanamaru came out, i watched and got hooked!!! i then started playing. i stay for the art + i actually enjoy the mindlessness of this game. perfect for someone with bad attention span like me ^^;;

Q. What do you think of the current maps? Which map is good for training/grinding, which maps do you get lost in the most, which map do you want to burn?

A. They’re ok now that they updated the less clicking thing! I love 7-4, long route for my tantous + 5-4 for my tachis. I get lost a lot in 7-1??? and this map in 6... ID BURN 7-2 AND 7-3 WOW I LOST A LOT OF RESOURCES FOR THE DAMN REPAIR

Q. Are there any game systems or improvements that you hope DMM will implement?

A. I would mention the less clicking but they already improved that! Honestly the recent updates were real nice! Maybe something like auto play? Like it would only prompt you to click if there is an injured sword or cant scout? haha less clicking again ^^;;;

Q. If DMM cooperates on an event with another game/anime/etc., what would you like to see?

A. Since this is about swords, I kinda want something like FFXV bcos noctis and his swords... Or final fantasy in general!! Actually I also want Natsume Yuujinchou hahahaha.. and sanrio... ah ahaha.

Q. Have you ever spent money playing TKRB? Is so, how much? If not, do you plan to?

A. sweats... I’ve bought two sword slot expansion and two troop slot expansion (check the store for price!) Outside the game, I’ve bought some mostly Kashuu merch because he’s def my favorite!

Q. Is there any merchandise that you would like to buy or see?

A. Mini-sword keychains? haha or maybe a music box?

Q. Have you done any fanwork? If so, what?

A. I’ve written some short oneshots! It’s either here or on quidumps

Q. What do you think you are like as a Saniwa?

A. I think I’m the type who spoils them a lot (esp the tantous and anmitsu uwu) and plays along with Tsuru’s pranks! Maybe doting is the word? Ah some swords might not be ok with it but i might be cuddly! I imagine hugging ishikirimaru a lot bcos he looks soft ;w; ishipapa!!!! warm uwu also i feel like ill be close with micchan! i dont think ill get along with mika tho HAHAHA JIJI!!!!

Q. If the government asked you to choose a sword to kill yourself with in terms of emergency, who would you pick?

A. hm... I would say it’s Kashuu because he knows me the most and he is the most mature among everyone. If it’s going to be a tantou, I would say someone like Atsushi because he looks strong emotionally. Emotionally, I would also say Kiwame!Fudou as I think he finally understands what it means to be a mamorigatana. (not imano... ill break his heart ;;)

Q. The government has asked you to write a report: how would you describe the situation in your Citadel?

A. Everything is under control! We’re fighting off the Retrograding Army quite well! Horikawa has Kane-san under control!!!

Q. What do you think of the Retrograding Army?

A. maybe if they were cuter... ah no haha. I wish they would tell us why theyre changing history >< And maybe stop for some time??

Q. Lastly, please say something about the TKRB from the bottom of your heart!

A. Thank you so much for existing!!!! I never knew I would be this hooked! No plans on leaving and hopefully it stays like that! Please stay popular so when I get to Japan with enough money I can support full on!! HAHAHAHAH

#touken ranbu #saniwa reports #mine #whoo that was long uwu;;;

5 notes · View notes

rangergirl3 · 7 years ago

Text

Good morning Tumblr! Or afternoon. *checks watch*

Oh wow, I slept in late. Yay Saturdays! :D

Now that I got a good night’s sleep, I’m going to post here about some of the stuff going on in my life, and if you’d like to read it, great! If not, no worries, it’s below the ‘read more’ line. I didn’t want to take over your Tumblr feeds. :-)

So remember all these shitty parents you’ve seen in media?

1) Denethor (Lord of the Rings)

2) Mother Gothel (Tangled)

3) Orion and Walburga Black (Harry Potter) - okay, so technically we didn’t see either Orion or Walburga, but I do think a screaming portrait counts ;-)

Now imagine they each have a God complex and literally cannot fathom anything being wrong with their parenting style (which included both consistent and varied forms of emotional, physical, psychological, and mental abuse and/or neglect.) Toss in some staggering narcissistic life choices and viewpoints, add in an astonishing depthless lack of empathy, and you have my parents. It was/is a match made in...somewhere other than Heaven. Or at least that’s my opinion. (I know that I’m biased, but then, I’m their kid.)

I lived in 12 houses in about 5 different states before I turned 15 years old. I ended up just writing down our home phone number on a card I kept with me instead of memorizing it because, in my mind, it was easier than trying to keep up with all of the changes going on. I was in and out of schools constantly because of the moves, and because my parents would sporadically want to ‘try homeschooling’. Counted sequentially I attended 8 schools by the time I finished high-school. If my parents had been stable individuals, all this constant transition might not have been such of an upheaval. But instead, they are...themselves. But here’s the main thing:

Before I turned 8 years old, I’d been sexually attacked by two different grown men who were, I think, friends of my parents. I was almost killed both times it happened, and no one noticed what was going on, so each of the jackasses got away with pedophilia, torture, and attempted murder. Basically I survived because I’m stubborn and...I was lucky. Very lucky. (I also played dead the second time and that seemed to work).

After each of the attacks, neither of my parents noticed any change in my behavior, or really noticed much of anything going on with me. They wanted their kids to be well-behaved, quiet unless spoken to, and...basically had impossible standards for any kid to realistically meet.

I still don’t know who the attackers were (mostly because we moved so much) but when I finally realized what had happened last year and told my parents, they chose not to believe me.

Yep. Seems like my parents are convinced that they ‘would have noticed’ at the time ‘if something was wrong.’ I mean, they didn’t, but then again, they’ve been self-absorbed for years. Oh, and they went on to say that ‘it seems like you (Rangergirl) are making a threat that unless we agree with your version of reality, you won’t speak to us. That makes us very sad, because it’s just not fair to us.’

I’ll be honest - in any conversation where a ‘version of reality’ comes up...you’ve pretty much hit a wall. Especially when it’s the parents refusing to believe their adult daughter because it means they would have to face a reality where they were shitty parents who failed to see what was going on right in front of them.

What really burns me up inside is that they said I have my own ‘version of reality’. No, I don’t, because I don’t have Matrix powers. If I did, I can assure you, Mom and Dad, that this wouldn’t be the scenario I’d create. Instead, I would have made you better parents.

Anyway. To be honest, I wasn’t surprised at their answer. Devastated, yes. But not surprised. I’d hoped for a different answer, but...yeah. Not surprised.

See, growing up, I thought it was normal to get hit or screamed at when I ‘did something wrong’ - this included but was not limited to: accidentally breaking dishes while washing up after dinner, eating more than three brownies at a friend’s house, and having poor penmanship on the thank-you cards we’d send to the grandparents after Christmas.

Yes, Mom, because everyone’s judging you and unless your children are perfect in every way, you’ll be refused entrance into Heaven. (That was her convoluted mindset at one point - something about that Bible phrase ‘by their fruits you shall know them’ justifying her mentality that ‘if her kids were bad then she was a bad mother.’)

I mean, yes, yes she was a bad mother, but not because I broke dishes or ate too many brownies. It was because my mother chose to act in the way she did. She enabled my father’s narcissistic behavior, and when she had a clear choice laid out in front of her, she chose to stroke his ego because that’s what she’s always done. Ah, breathe it in. Stress, neglect, and an emotional landscape that looks like midnight on the dark side of the moon. It smells like childhood.

*I am trying not to bitter about the situation, but...it’s been a long year. I promise you that I am doing okay. I have a lot of wonderful people in my life who do care and are helping me, but this is just a lot to process. Anxiety, depression, and complex PTSD are a lot to juggle, but I am going to make it through this.*

I’m pissed at my parents, but at this point, I’m also resigned. I know I can’t change who they choose to be, but I still wish they could see that what they’re doing is wrong.

Some people have told me that my parents ‘do care’ and that they’re both just ‘very clumsy in trying to show it.’

But that’s not the case.

It’s just not.

Because if it was, they would have acted differently. They would have chosen to take time out of their lives to talk this stuff over with me, to take a leap of faith because even though it’s hard to accept something so ugly happened in the past, it’s vital to face the truth so that healing can begin.

But instead, my mother and father just...keep protesting their innocence of any wrongdoing whatsoever.

“We weren’t abusive - how can you say that?!”

- well, see, I move my tongue and my lips at the same time and then sounds come out - but in all seriousness, there was a lot of messed up stuff going on and I don’t understand why you can’t acknowledge that -

“Do you even know what abuse is?”

- yes, yes I do, it’s hitting and screaming at your kids whenever they piss you off and then telling them not to say anything to anyone because every family ‘has its problems’ - and neglect is when you fail to notice your first grade daughter is terrified of grown men -

“Don’t you remember the good times?”

- well, I do remember enjoying the times you weren’t hitting or yelling at me, but since I was convinced I’d do something to mess up and then you would yell at me, no, I woudn’t say those were good times, they were more like ‘not actively bad times’ -

“We said we were sorry!”

- no, you said you were sorry for ‘how it made me feel’ which isn’t really an apology, so the cycle just continued and now I’m not going to just stand here and let you act like jackasses because this is fucking insane

“Can’t you just forgive us?”

- Look, I have forgiven you. Many times. But, you both think, in your twisted way, that forgiveness = forgetting, and you. are. WRONG.

Forgiveness is not forgetting. That only continues the cycle of abuse without actually addressing it, which is like letting a compound fracture just stay the way it is. Eventually, it leads to disaster.

To my parents, the phrase ‘Forgiving is Forgetting’ is comfortable, safe, and familiar. It’s how they see the world, and it’s how they’ve lived their lives, because this way, they don’t actually have to change. They don’t actually have to do anything differently. They don’t have to take a hard look in the mirror and accept that their actions and choices hurt a lot people, very badly, and that they have done a lot of harm.

They’d rather just glance at the mirror and see a flawless image, because honestly, they are weak, and prideful, and in the end, they love themselves (and each other’s ego) more than the truth.

Which sucks, because it leaves me out in the cold yet again, and even though I’m used to it, I’m not going to let them continue this vicious cycle and pretend that everything is fine.

I’m angry. I’m sad. But I’m not going to let my parents’ mistakes define me.

See, to me, forgiveness is learning from mistakes, accepting responsibility for your actions, and striving to do better, even when it’s difficult and painful.

I’ve made mistakes. I’ve hurt the people I care about, and sometimes, I don’t like to look in the mirror. But I do, and even though it’s painful and difficult, it’s worth doing, because if I don’t, I will turn out like my parents - self-absorbed, avoiding responsibility for my actions, and blind to who and what really matters in life.

My parents put ideals above people.

I put people above ideals.

Will I agree with everyone on everything?

Nope. But that’s okay. I can still interact with people, respectfully and kindly, without ‘needing to convert them to my viewpoint’ - because that’s how my parents look at the world. They think they’re supposed to ‘be better’ than everyone else and ‘show them the right way to do things’, and that means they’ve thrown away their common sense and empathy, and that is a stupid choice.

So what’s the point this super long post is trying to make? (Also if you’re still reading this, I am sending you a hug and a virtual high five because...yes you’re a superstar <3)

Basically the point is this: I refuse to be like my parents. They are shallow, self-obsessed, and blind to what really matters. Last year, two of my siblings were in a car accident. (They survived against all odds.) Instead of putting their kids first, my parents went on a pre-scheduled trip to Italy. It wasn’t even their first international trip. They just didn’t want to lose the money on the tickets. Last week, another one of my siblings got hit by a car and had to go to the hospital. (He’s going to be okay, but he was and still is in a lot of pain.) This time, my father went to see him ‘right away’, but left the very next day because he ‘had to make sure he had enough vacation days’ for the rest of the year. He left while my brother was still in the hospital going through tests. He left a note to say goodbye, and that was it.

Yes. My parents are...put simply, insane, and so I am choosing to be nothing like them. I am choosing, every single fucking day, to be something more.

A lot of the time, I feel that if I’d been a ‘different’ kid, or a ‘better’ child, this whole mess might have turned out differently. But, then again, it probably would not have turned out differently. My parents were not, and are not, satisfied with anything less than what they see as perfection.

I know no one is perfect, but growing up, I tried, so damn hard, to be what they wanted me to be so that I could at least feel worthwhile for short periods of time. My mind had repressed the memories of the attacks, but I was still in a lot of pain that I never felt comfortable talking about with anyone (and especially not my parents).

When I was about 9 years old, I seriously considered suicide, but I decided not to, mostly because I didn’t want my younger siblings to feel like it was their fault. Another consideration was that I knew my parents would be pissed at the mess I left, and I figured that if I wasn’t already dead, I’d get into really deep trouble.

Maybe they would have cared about losing me, but I’m still not sure if that would have been the case. I think my parents would instead grieve the loss of their perfect image. The loss of me, their daughter, would take a backseat to what they considered their real loss - their public image as competent and loving parents. (Which is what’s most important to them, as they’ve demonstrated many times).

It’s what they’re doing now. They claim to be ‘devastated’ at my cutting off contact, but I don’t think they’ll even travel a few states over to sit down and have a therapy session if I invite them. (Something about ‘not knowing the therapist’ - aka ‘we don’t have control over the situation’.) I’m still going to try and invite them to do it, but honestly I’m not optimistic about their response.

It hurts that they don’t see me as important, or worth their time and trouble.But in the end, I’m going to have to let them go regardless of whether it hurts or not.

One of the more painful things I’m realizing in therapy is that I didn’t really have parents growing up. Instead, I lived in a house with two emotionally stunted and dysfunctional adults who either ignored me or treated me badly, and who demanded perfection from me so that they could feel better about themselves. I couldn’t be perfect, so they blamed me for not upholding their impossible standards, and the cycle just went on because neither of my parents wanted to put in the time or effort to fix what was broken.

Right now, I’d put money on the bet that they’re saying that I’m ‘making a big deal out of nothing’ and I’m sure they both think that I’ll eventually ‘come back to my senses and everything will be fine again’.

But I’m not making a mountain out of a molehill, and I’m not going to ‘come back to my senses.’

I honestly don’t think this situation will change, because for that to happen, my parents would have to swallow their pride, and that’s the one thing they will not do. Instead, they’ll proclaim to anyone who’ll listen that this situation is so painful, but just like they’ve done before, they won’t actually try to fix it.

Over this last year, their actions, words, and general demeanor is that of...basically two people looking at a spreadsheet and deciding that I’m not worth the cost to their egos. Overall, I think each of my parents consider me to be an acceptable loss because I’m...just me. I’m not important enough to them to risk upsetting how they both view the world.

I could be wrong about my parents’ mindset. But I don’t think I am, and...that hurts a lot, because when I was growing up I tried so damn hard to prove to them that I worth something.

I know that kids shouldn’t have to prove that to their parents.

But I guess that when your parents are narcissists, they only want to see themselves in you, and (when) you don’t show them a good enough reflection, they don’t want you around because your imitation of them doesn’t do them justice.

Ultimately, I’m not worth a hard look in the mirror. I’m not worth that cost to their ego.

I know that I’m going to be healthier and happier for refuting that toxic mindset, but I really wish the situation was different.

I wish my parents had seen that something was wrong, or chosen to believe me, or even wanted to fix what was broken. But instead, I have to separate from them for my own health, and it is so damn painful, because I didn’t want my parents to be perfect.

I just wanted them to see me as worth their time and effort, even when it was difficult and even when it came at a real cost to them.

But, like I said, I don’t think they’re willing to part with their perfect self-images.

Which hurts, but at least now I know that it wasn’t my fault.

Isn’t.

It isn’t my fault.

I’ve gotta start using the present tense here. :-)

#rangergirl rambles #looooong personal update #yikes I didn't mean for it to be this long but oh well :-)

9 notes · View notes

lovemesomesurveys · 4 years ago

Text

[created by: krissyw1993].

Randomly Random - Part 1

Middle name? Not sharing that.

Favorite color(s)? Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, and yellow.

What college do you want to/or are attending? I went to a local community college and UC.

What do you want to/are you majoring in? I majored in psychology.

Democrat/republican/other? Other.

Birthday month? July.

Do you dress according to your mood? No. I dress according to comfortability, hence why I only wear leggings and oversized graphic tees now.

Tomboy/girlie girl I’m a comfy girl.

Are you good at doing hair/make up? Nope. I don’t even try anymore, but I was never any good at it.

Do you wear glasses? Yep.

Can you drive? No.

Are you shy? Very.

Are you always worried or stressed about something? Yeppp.

Tell me about your dream wedding. I don’t plan on having one.

Randomly Random - Part 2

Do you like to sing? Sure. Too bad I don’t sing well.

Do you like to write poetry? No. I dabbled with it some when I was a teenager, but it wasn’t good.

Can you swim? No.

Do you like the pool or the ocean? I love being near the ocean, but not getting in it. I’m not a swimmer and I have a fear of deep water.

Do you hate water in your face? I like letting water go on my face in the shower, splashing water on my face, or using a mist spray fan. The spray fans are a must have for me in the summer.

Do you hold grudges? No, I’m not one to really hold a grudge.

Are you/have you ever been in love? Yes, twice.

Do you/did you ever sleep with a teddy bear? if so who gave it to you? I have a few stuffed animals that just sit on my bed.

Are you a very random person? No.

What do you do when you're nervous? I get squirmy and have a hard time sitting still, I mess with my hair, I pick at my my nails, I bite my lips, and I twiddle around with my hands.

Do you love making new friends? I haven’t wanted to be social these past few years. I’m not attempting to make any friends right now.

Do you like the twilight series? I was a big fan when the books and movies were coming out but then I outgrew it.

Favorite animal? Dogs and giraffes.

Randomly Random - Part 3

Do you have any pets? I have a doggo named Princess Leia.

What would you name your daughter? I don’t want kids, but I like the name Autumn.

^ your son? I like the name Alexander.

What length hair do you like in a guy & why? My personal preference is short hair.

Do you have friends who are shorter than you? I don’t have any friends anymore, but no just about everyone is taller than me except for little kids.

When you get mad do you cry? Yes. I cry and shutdown.

Would you ever consider modeling? No. I’m most definitely not cut out for it and I’ve never had any desire to be one anyway.

What color eyes do you wish you had? I wish I had blue or green eyes.

Silver/gold jewelry? I like both.

Do you always wear jewelry? No. I very rarely wear jewelry anymore.

Are you afraid of needles? Yes.

How many kids do you want? Zero.

Long/short nails? They’re hardly there.

Do you like wearing hats? Yeah, I like to wear beanies especially.

Randomly Random - Part 4

Do you love taking pics? Of my doggo and other things I may find picture worthy.

Do you sunburn easily? More so now I think than I used to. I don’t spend a lot of time outside so when I do spend some time outdoors, like when I go to the beach, my skin is like, “whoa, what is this??”

Does mall Santa Clauses or Easter bunnies freak you out? No.

Do you prefer to call a person or wait for them to call you? I’d prefer not to talk on the phone at all.

Are you scared of crossing bridges? Yes.

Do you have a short attention...oh squirrel...span? No, not usually.

Do you hate sitting in silence but get irritated if someone talks too much? Ha, yes. Well, sometimes I don’t mind the silence. It depends.

Has anyone ever called you baby or hun? Yeah.

What's your favorite kind of chocolate? White chocolate.

Would you consider yourself clumsy? Somewhat.

Do you hate using public restrooms? Yes. I very rarely use one.

Do you like when a guy picks you up in his arms? I’ve experienced that when I had to be carried up somewhere that wasn’t wheelchair accessible and when it was done by Joseph it was kinda nice, ha.

Ever bought ice cream from an ice cream truck? Yeah, numerous times growing up.

Do you hate chihuahuas? I don’t hate them, but they’re too much for me.

Randomly Random - Part 5

Has a teacher ever made you hate your favorite subject? No.

Do you like hairless cats? I’m sorry, but they are a little shocking at first to see.

Did you ever cry at school? There were many times where I was on the verge and wanted to, but I fought them back.

Have you ever had a poem or story published? No.

If you had/have a kid would you ever let them get a tattoo? --

What's your favorite thing to have for dinner? Wingstop.

Would you ever paint your walls red? Hm. I mean, maybe. Not my bedroom, though.

Have you ever licked a pole? Ew, no.

Has your hand ever gotten slammed in a car door? Ahhhh, yes. That is excruciatingly painful.

Are you allergic to grass? Yes.

Do you love guinea pigs? Sure.

Do you prefer to write on chalkboards or white boards? White boards.

What is the worst thing you ever did that got you grounded? Lied about taking my medicine when I was like 11 and my mom found my stash that had been building for months behind my bed. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? Sure, why not.

Randomly Random - Part 6

What would you do if your best girlfriend said she was lesbian? Wow, I would be surprised if my mom came out for sure. I mean, she’s always been with my dad and I never had any inclination that she might be into women, so yeah it would be a surprise.

Have you ever been chased by a snake? Omg, noooo. Thankfully.

Where do you wanna work? I don’t know.

Is there something you tell yourself you're going to do but never do? Yes.

Has a teacher ever called you an idiot? No, but I felt like one because of a couple shitty math professors I had at community college. They didn’t say it, but I felt like they thought it. Not just me, but most of the class.

What awards have you won? Honor Roll awards and stuff for the psych club I was in at community college.

Do you get nervous eating in front of people? Yes.

Would you consider yourself good at taking care of kids? I’m not around kids very often. I used to babysit my younger brother and a couple of my cousins when they were kids, but that’s it. I don’t have a lot of experience with working with kids.

How old would a guy have to be before you wouldn't date them? I don’t know. I’m 31 and I think I’d like to stick in the 30s. Closer to my age, preferably, but maybe up to like 35. It would depend on the situation, but that’s what I can envision as of now.

Be honest, have you ever tried weed? Yeah, several times.

Has anyone ever broken up with you with a note? No. Via Myspace message and text message, though.

Have you walked into a wall? Yes.

Do you have sensitive teeth? I do.

Do you sleep with a fan on? Yep. Even in the winter. I don’t mind if I need to bundle up if I feel too cold, I like doing so.

Randomly Random - Part 7

When you hear sirens, do you get afraid its someone you know? No.

Do you often get nosebleeds in the winter? I’ve never had one, thankfully. I would freak out.

What's a word you use to substitute for a cuss word? “Crap.” “Dang.” What was the worst thing you ever did to get detention/suspended? I never had detention or was suspended.

Have you ever suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder? It’s not something you experience like a cold or something, if you have PTSD then it’s something you have. It can be better managed for some and there are treatment options that can be helpful, but it’s more than likely something they’ll deal with all their life. It may be of varying degrees, everyone is different.

Have you tried the new crackle nail polish? No. Do you enjoy the "i love you more" argument? That’s toooo cheesy lol.

Do you like the color yellow? Yes.

Trees are awesome! Yes? Sure. They serve a pretty important purpose and they’re beautiful.

Do you suffer from nasal allergies? Oh do have relief. Yes. My eyes suffer, too.

Marrying your cousin. Yay or nay? Um, no.

Are you distracted by anything shiny at the moment? Ooo shiny!! No.

Has your parents ever called you names? No.

Have you ever seen a cat have a hairball...i have soo gross Yes. Blech.

Randomly Random - Part 8

Have you ever had a tooth pulled, i have : / Yeah, I’ve had to have a few pulled.

Do you still watch tom and jerry? : ) I haven’t in quite awhile. I saw a trailer recently for a Tom and Jerry movie that’s coming out soon, though... random.

Do you use your hairbrush as a microphone? I’ve done that before.

What's your usual morning routine? Sleeping. ha.

Do you ever get bored with something so you're unable to finish it? Sometimes. Or I’ll just stop doing it for awhile and maybe come back to it later and try again. Or I’ll just finish it anyway. It really depends on what it is.

Do you wanna redecorate your room? My room could use organization and a makeover.

Have you ever worn black to someone's house & left covered in fur? Probably.

What would i expect to find under your bed? Nothing.

If i were to walk into your room, would i be able to see the floor? Yes. I don’t have stuff all over my floor.

What is something you did when you were a kid that you still enjoy? I still like to color.

Has anyone ever said they would love you forever, was it true? Not in those words, but something like that. And no, things didn’t work out.

Do you watch America’s Got Talent? No.

Do you ever sit and look at old photo albums & recall memories? I haven’t in awhile, but yeah that is something I like to do.

Do you watch onision on YouTube, if not you should he’s hilarious. Nooo, definitely not.

Randomly Random - Part 9

Don't you just hate taking showers in the winter? It is harder for me, yes. I don’t wanna get in cause I’ll get cold beforehand and then I’ll take a hot shower, feel good, and then have to get out and feel cold again.

Do you say "epic fail" a lot? Not a lot, but that is something I say.

How personal does a question have to be so that you wont answer? I think I’m pretty open on here for the most part. Definitely more so than I am in person, that’s for sure.

Do you ever feel like sometimes you have short term memory loss? Sometimes.

What if a stranger came up to you yelled BATMAN & ran away? I’d be caught off guard and just like, “wtf...”

What's your favorite kind of pudding? I love banana cream I used to love banana pudding, but I don’t eat thick stuff like that anymore because of the thickness and texture. My eating habits have changed a ton these past few years.

Did you ever run over something with a lawn mower? I’ve never used a lawn mower.

When someone says don't look do you look? Ha, I can’t help it.

Have you ever played spin the bottle? Nope.

Did you ever have a cat that was obsessed with shoes? I’ve never had a cat.

I believe i can fly! Ever jump off things & try to fly? No, I know for certain that I can’t fly.

What was your first Halloween costume? I feel like it was a witch. Well, when I got a little older. Not sure about the very first like when I was a baby.

Ever have chicken pox? Yeah, I had it when I was 7. Not fun.

Did you eat your Wheaties this morning ? What was for breakfast? I haven’t had Wheaties since I was a kid at my grandparents house. That was my grandpa’s favorite cereal. Anyway, it’s 4:51AM so I haven’t had breakfast, but I am craving a breakfast burrito from one of my favorite places.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

0 notes

idealisticrealism · 8 years ago

Text

Blindspot recap 2x18

(Aka the one where Roman gets to go on another excursion, Weitz wants to date literally the entire team except for maybe Patterson bc he’s intimidated by her brains, Reade is Touched By An Angel, and Nas falls on her sword for reasons which will probably never become entirely clear to anyone)

Okay, yes, I am the world’s worst procrastinator, and so am only just managing to get this posted now despite the three-week break. Tbh I intended to do it a couple of days ago, but then ended up getting distracted doing some writing of a different kind (stay tuned for that one very shortly!) and as such ended up with very little time for this-- hence why it’s a little shorter and kinda all over the place lol. But anyhow, if you were wanting a refresher on last ep before the new one tonight, you’ve come to the right place haha.

Enjoy.

Okay I'm confused by this very large number of phenotypically-diverse children in one house. Also this blonde lady looks suspicious. Oh no and now the shouting girl is dead... after jumping from the second floor onto dirt? It would be unusual to die from that kind of injury, especially as a young person with strong bones, though it‘s certainly within the realm of possibility, depending on the type of impact. Also it's times like this that I'm reminded that both this show and I are kinda grim haha

Naaawwwww look at the Mayhem Twins in their little domestic bubble. Jane's so excited about her new 'bring your little bro to work' sitch and Roman is all *grumble grumble emo teen* about it, which lbr is pretty fair, but like Jane says, ‘freedom is something you have to earn’. Just bc you can't remember all the bad things you've done, doesn't mean everyone else can just forget it too, buddy! And considering you were literally the enemy not too long ago, it’s actually pretty impressive how much the team has let you in and treated you kindly. If anything demonstrates that the team (*cough* especially Weller *cough*) truly loves Jane, this is it. So be nice to your sister, bucko, because she's the reason that you actually have a chance at living a normal life for literally the first time ever. Sigh, my poor little battered babies. Why must you suffer so much and be hugged so little. Also well done makeup team on remembering to keep Jane's face bruised haha

Lol I love this scene, bc now without Reade, the team consists of poor beleaguered Weller and four badass (and currently rather displeased) ladies. The varied responses to Weitz’s inquisition are hilarious though-- Patterson is all (ง'̀-'́)ง , Zapata is all eye-rolls and being so done with this shit, Nas is already planning and scheming and looking at it from all angles, and Jane is there solely to support Weller and get his support in return, bc MARRIEEEEDDDD. And ugh Weller is such a good leader and reassures them all and then ugh he and Zapata having that little moment of worry over Reade and ugh my babiessss

Speaking of Reade, he’s apparently busted both his face and his phone lol. He's also in a very weird hospital room; like this is a huge space for only two beds. I wonder who found him though? Also given his recent expensive habits, can he even afford the price of medical care?? If he was here in Aus, it'd be free, but in the States??? Good luck, bro...

Naww the team is soldiering on, with Patterson telling them about a new tattoo to check out-- a tattoo with numbers somehow linked to the girl that died. As usual, Patterson's explanation of just how that happened went in one ear and right out the other, for both me and the team, it seems. Oops. But ugh poor Jane looks a little bit sick at the thought of the girl's death being linked with her tattoos-- it must be so hard sometimes, to be covered in (what is sometimes the equivalent to) people's death sentences? Seriously Weller needs to hurry up and kiss all of those tattoos and remind her that in carrying them, she helps the team save people. Ugh, that woman just really needs a good long hug.

Oh and look who it is, the ADA that everybody loves to hate. Gotta say, I still kinda ship him with Zapata a little bit. Like, in a 'hate each other so much they occasionally meet up and have angry sex' kinda way. But then again I kinda ship her with Roman, but then kinda also don't at the same time... Idk, imagining her and Roman kissing would be a little weird. Like he's just such a lil puppy and she's all wildcat. But aaaaanyway, ooooohhhh I love Weller's teeny tiny eye-twitch when Weitz mentions Jane. It's like turning his Protective Hubby mode onto vibrate-- none of the big loud shouty anger, just a subtle 'come near her and I will end you' vibe that radiates through him lol. I dig it. Apparently Weitz has no sense of self-preservation though, so not only threatens them all with suspension, but also steps directly in Weller's way, AND refers to Patterson as a lab rat. Oh boy. I'm so proud of our Weller though, clearly he's been working on his anger management haha. Plus, he totally just won that round and Weitz knows it.

Dude they totally wouldn't be letting bystanders that close if the body was still right there. But whatevs. Also I like Weller's boots. And now oooh all the kids and the foster mom have disappeared, whatever could have happened....

Ughhh I love that Weller, Nas and Jane are all blatantly watching Patterson being interviewed, and Weller's all casual about it like 'yeah she's tough she's got this', but you just KNOW that if Patterson looked to be in any distress at all, Weller would be storming through those doors in a fury, with Nas following behind ready to provide some kind of excuse, whereas Jane would have slipped quietly away and set off the fire alarm or something before shimmying through the vents and dropping down into the room behind Weitz's guys, basically forming a pincer-maneuver with Weller, ready to kick the crap out of anyone that dares upset their lil Patterson. Of course Zapata would be flying in there right beside Weller (except when he would put himself in front of Patterson, she'd just launch straight at Weitz lol) but she's not present in the equation rn. Oh but here she is now, actually, with a lead-- she's found streetcam footage of the teenage boy from the foster-house. If they can find him, maybe they can solve the whole mystery and save the other kids.

Ughhhhh speaking of Patterson and Weitz, he's grilling her about Borden, and ugh my baby is being so tough and not taking any of his shit and for once I feel kinda grateful for that slimy weasel Fisher bc at least he gave her good practice for dealing with scumbags like this? Ugh I know my baby had somewhat of a breakdown in last ep (I wonder if she's cleaned her apartment up at all after that) but she really seems kinda... battle-hardened... now. Which makes me sad, but at the same time, we know that Jane has been through a whole ton of awful crap and she's still a little cinnamon roll despite it, so I have high hopes for Patterson to do the same. Especially with Jane there to help mentor her through it.

Oooh the Power Trio (by which I mean Jeller and their sidekick, Nas) are in Weller's office, and lbr this is very much a scene about a married couple having a debate, with Nas hanging in the background trying to be unobtrusive haha. I love that Jane was just reminding Roman this morning that these things take time-- but the first chance she gets she goes to hubby and is like 'let's put him on the team' haha. And lbr here, Weller puts up a half-assed argument purely for appearances’ sake. We know he's going to allow it, bc he's whipped a caring and supportive hubby and he wants the woman he loves to be happy. And also he wants Roman to be redeemed, bc if there's hope for Roman then there's hope for them all. He makes an excellent point that today is literally THE WORST day to be thinking about doing this-- literally a single thing goes wrong out there, even something that's not at all Roman's fault, and Weitz is going to be all over their asses. The dude's just waiting for an excuse, and letting a 'known terrorist' (sorry puppy, you know I don't mean that) out on a case is bound to be exactly the kind of thing he's after. But who cares, those are all far too sensible and logical things to be worrying about. Nas, surprisingly, has done a 180 from her shared opinion with Dr Sun that Roman is a monster, and encourages Weller to let him out in the field. Is she deliberately doing that to try to get them to play right into Weitz's hands, or is she just doing it bc she knows Weller's going to give in anyway and so she adds her support, letting Weller pretend he's been 'out-voted' (despite him being the highest-ranking person in the room) rather than actually just being the big marshmallow that he is? And ugghh he finally says yes and Jane is trying really hard to look mature about it and not beam at him and he's trying really hard not to seem pleased about making her happy and ugh these two giant dorks are gonna be the death of meeeee

Dude you're really not gonna use your work insurance? I suppose maybe you can't, since you quit like yesterday, you big dumb idiot. And then ugh the other guy asks him about his PTSD, and it's very convenient that the sole other occupant in the room is someone that can give Reade some real insight into his situation and help him get on the right path. If this was a daytime movie, we'd find out at the end that this guy was actually an angel the whole time, placed there to help him find his way. But it's Blindspot, so more likely he's a Sandstorm plant or something lol, since they seem to be literally everywhere haha. Also Reade denies being a veteran, and is he just trying to cut off the conversation, or is that answer honestly a no? I feel like my understanding of his character was that he WAS in the army before the FBI. But hey, maybe I just made that up.

Naawww Roman is like 'wait I'm coming out on a case that's not directly related to me?? Really??' and Jane is all 'yep now let's go out there and show them how great you are' and he snarks back about getting tossed back in a cage if he doesn't, and I love that there's a hint of reproach in her tone when she tells him that it's important, and a big opportunity-- like okay bro I know you’ve had a tough time but everyone is trying super hard to be inclusive and give you a fair shot so maybe ease up on the attitude mmmkay?? I love that Jane is Roman's biggest advocate when talking to others, but when he starts to get a bit whiny she (gently but firmly) puts him back in his place. Man, she’s such a big sister. Also dude they're gonna have to be even more careful with what they say about Sandstorm etc now, considering that Roman's detail is in the lab with them? Though I suppose all Patterson's lil lab techs are usually hovering around all the time, so maybe these are all high-clearance people. Rn Patterson's concerned about Weitz twisting everything they say, worried that telling the truth may not be enough to protect them. But Weller is all 'truth or nothing, we die with honor*' (*paraphrasing lol) and ugh I'm so proud of him for being such a good, incorruptible man. And so now they have another lead-- the teen's music teacher lives near where he was seen on the cam, so maybe he's gone there for help. Weller wants to check it out, but Patterson's already got plans at the morgue (that's where I'd go too tbh, autopsies are fascinating) and Zapata's got a date with Weitz, so that doesn't leave many other options. Jane's quick to suggest Roman, ratcheting the tension level up to about 300 before Weller is all like 'screw it, alright come on but just don't mess up okay bc wifey will be really upset if something bad happens' and Roman is all 'yes sir I would never intentionally make my sister unhappy sir' while Jane practically skips out of the room behind them haha

Weitz is asking Zapata about Reade-- ooh is someone worried about competition, Weitz?? Don't worry, she and Reade are just friends. And you are dirt on the sole of her shoe. But hey, maybe that's one of your kinks or something. Anyway oooh it comes up that Nas gave the order to enter the Sandstorm compound and that Weller wasn't there. The writing in the scene is clever and focuses on the Weller side of things, but it's also a setup to Nas getting blamed... wonder if they'll pounce on her later?

So it's snowy again, which means weather-wise, we should be approaching somewhere close to a full year since Jane was found in Times Square. Though since my theory is that she was found in January, I'm going to assume we're maybe around November now. Anyway I love that Weller allows Jane and Roman to head around back while he takes the front-- so much trust in Jane ugh (and some in Roman too, obviously). And he said Roman's detail would have to come out with them, but I don't see them anywhere... maybe scoping the perimeter? Round back they find Eli playing on a little pitch-pipe (it kinda looks like little plug-adaptors for TV aerials-- did he make it himself?) and ugh Weller reassures him and is doing his whole fatherly thing and ughhhh I love it (almost as much as Jane does hehe)

Meanwhile Patterson just found out that their girl's body has been basically snatched from the morgue, which is unfortunate. Clearly there was something about her body that could give the bad guys away??

I think Nas is trying to psychoanalyze Roman. But he's doing a better job of it himself tbh, and indirectly admits that he's scared of himself. Ugh, my puppy. Let me hug you. In the interview room, the Jeller dream team are talking to the kid, with Weller looming over him a little as the stern dad-figure and Jane sitting at his level, being the sensitive, understanding mom figure and ughhhhh I am having premonitions of them talking to their own teen after they go out drinking or stay out past curfew or something and ughhh I better not fall down this rabbit hole rn bc it'll be hours before I pull myself out of it, so let's focus on the present instead okay. Patterson has no leads on the body-snatchers, the music teacher has been out of town and has no idea about anything, and so all their hopes rest on getting Eli to open up. Roman suggests giving him back the pitch-pipe, recognising it as a sentimental item, much like the coin he and Jane shared. And ugh Weller approves and Jane is so proud and ooh Zapata just came into the lab and looked at Roman with a guarded expression and ugh stop making me ship it okay?? Anyways Jane's up next to talk to Weitz, and man does she look eager about the prospect lol

Aaaaaahhhh Weitz's first question is whether she's been in a romantic relationship with Weller (dude do you have a crush on Jane as well as Zapata?? Fair enough, I understand) and ugh I love that she doesn't go straight for a 'no', she instead questions its relevance to the investigation. And yaaaaasss I love that it's only after Weitz pretty much implies that she slept her way onto the team that she denies the romantic relationship. Because after all, it's kinda true; they definitely have (or as she thinks in his case, HAD) romantic feelings for each other, and they have had romantic interactions, but they have never been in a literal boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, therefore her answer is not a lie. (Though I hope one day it will be hehe). And then he attacks her about zipping Roman, acting like she has something to hide, trying to get her to slip up and somehow incriminate Weller, claiming that her loyalties are with Roman and (basically) that Weller's loyalties are with her, meaning he believes Weller would choose her over the FBI if it came down to it, and ugh I know this guy is trying to cause problems and everything but I kinda love him for laying it out to Jane like that, putting the thought in her mind that maybe Weller WOULD choose her, maybe Weller cares enough about her that if it somehow came to it, he would turn his back on the agency that has been his life for a dozen years in order to stand with her. And lbr, he would. Heeeeelllllppppp.

Aaaand Reade is still ignoring calls and being an all-round butthead. Also I've suddenly decided Reade needs a dog. Oooh and angel-Trevor not only has PTSD, but he's dying bc of his drug and alcohol abuse, having already lost his family because of it. Yep, this guy was definitely put here to teach Reade a valuable life lesson. Good luck Trevor, hope you succeed. Also sorry to hear about the dying thing.

Naww Weller is being the understanding dad now, since mom-Jane isn't there to do it, and Zapata has taken on the role of that cool aunt that you can tell anything to. Also this kid must be kinda in awe of the hotness of the women in this place lol. He is like 16, after all. And then ugh he finally tells them that their foster mom was giving them pills-- and then BAM, he breaks open the pitch-pipe and there's one of the pills. Score one for Roman! Also I very much enjoy watching Roman watch the interviews. Handsome, emotionally troubled men with hearts of gold are definitely part of my aesthetic. Zapata takes the pill to Patterson to be tested, whereas Weller is accosted by Weitz, who looks positively delighted to get to have some alone time. Well, if a bunch of observers and a camera counts as alone time, anyway.... (#kinky)

And ughhhh yet again his first question is Jeller-related. We definitely have a shipper here. And ugh Weller describes his relationship with Jane as professional, which is technically true. Their relationship is multifaceted, and a big one of those facets is their work partnership. Especially lately, while the personal stuff between them is only just beginning to delicately blossom again. Then when Weitz pushes-- clearly desperate to know if there's hope for his OTP or not-- Weller hedges, saying that they go out for drinks as a team sometimes. Again, true; that is another facet. I love how he is very much skirting around the head-over-heels-in-love facet. Well played, Weller. It's Weitz’s fault for not asking you directly if you're in love with her. For once he's probably somewhat relieved for the conversation to move onto Shepherd-- well, until Weitz starts claiming that she's Weller's benefactor (slash future mother in law) and that he may actually be working for her somehow. Remember those anger management lessons, son, you've been doing so well. Just get through this and you can go find Jane so she can be outraged on your behalf.

But nope, instead he walks into the lab, and when Jane asks how it went, he grumpily changes the topic. Sigh. I guess it would be a little hard for him to seek support from her when all the team-- including Roman and Roman's detail- are standing right there. Plus he probably still feels a little awkward about nearly getting caught out on the whole being in love with her thing. Kinda makes sense that he's a little touchy. Anyway Patterson has discovered that the foster kids are being used as guinea pigs in illegal drug tests. And cue a scene with labcoated people talking about euthanising the kids, which the foster mom initially argues against, but then accepts. Wow, messed up, much? Thankfully the drug has to be out of the kids' systems before they kill them, so that buys them another hour for our team to come to their rescue.

Lol Trevor and I seem to share feelings about home-renovation shows. I'd sure as hell rather watch hockey too, buddy. Reade catches him right before he falls over trying to change the channel, seeing that his legs are too weak to even support him anymore, and angel-Trevor then tells him to get control of his life 'the right way' by talking about his pain, getting it all out. And Reade starts to open up to him and ughhh I really hope he is an angel and not some kind of plant bc if the wrong person finds out about this, Reade could be in some serious shit...

Nas' contacts are closing in on Sandstorm's bank account after tracking that transaction Roman made, but Weller's more fixated on the fact that his unwanted 'link' to Shepherd is a threat to the team (now you know how Jane feels, bud!). Thankfully though Patterson has found a lead-- the capsule that holds the pill's contents is (very fortuitously) only used by four companies, and they showed photos of employees to Eli until they found the doctor he'd met-- a man with a very Polish-looking name, which Patterson can't pronounce, and Weller thinks he can, but can't. Literally I'm an Aussie who has never been to Poland, and while I'm definitely not sure exactly how it's meant to sound, I know enough to know it's not whatever he just said. But anyhow, let's add another uncle to Weller's list haha-- he seems to have been collecting a few lately. I wonder which side of the family they were on? Not that it matters, since he's estranged from both, I guess... but anyhow there's only one way to find the doctor, and that's to use Eli as bait. I appreciate that they get his consent first, bc lbr they probably didn't have to.

And like a sucker, the doc fell for it, and they traced the call to a warehouse. Roman's detail is assigned to cover the back entrance (good, keeps them out of the way) and Weller puts Jane together with Roman while he and Zapata take another entrance. I love the Roman/Jane teaming up thing because again, it shows Weller's trust in Jane... but I want my Jeller combo back. How long til we can have Zapata and Roman teaming up? Bc I am veeeeery interested to see how that goes. I do appreciate that Zapata raises no concern about Roman being out with them though. It's nice to see him being accepted more ughh. Sounds like the foster mom has had a change of heart, and doesn't want the kids to die. Too little, too late, lady. And then she literally tries to grab a gun to shoot at Weller (rude) but he fires a warning shot, bc he believes in JUSTICE not vigilantism and ugh I just love my sweet honorable boy. And speaking of sweet honorable boys, as the team approaches the kids, Roman runs straight to them and starts cutting them free ugh, while Weller chases a bad guy and Jane finds the power source for the machines (not sure why, like she could literally just pull the IV's out of the kids' arms)-- but it's lucky she does, bc it puts her in the perfect spot to grapple with another suddenly-appearing bad guy. Roman nearly gets shot in the head about five times in the process, and he and the kiddies make a run for it while the rest of the team is locked in their own individual battles. Zapata personally kicks the shit out of the doctor guy, which I appreciate. They all dispatch their opponents and regroup at the same time, realising Roman is nowhere to be found. Jane looks super worried but also convinced that he'll pop up at any second, while Weller's just like 'shit I can't deal with this rn' and then ta-da Roman appears with all the kids safe and sound and Jane is practically bursting with pride and rainbows and Weller just gives this little nod like 'good work... u lil shit' and we didn't get to see Zapata's reaction but I stg she would have been frowning bc she found the whole situation worryingly hot lol

Ugh now they're all at the hospital and Roman and Jane walk up to Weller together but she lets Roman take the lead bc lbr seeing the two men she loves most in the world interact is probably like her favourite thing ever, plus it's good for Weller to be reminded that Roman really does care ugh. And then Jane tells Roman how great he did and Weller agreeeeeeeeessss (bc now it's just them there so he doesn't have to keep up the cranky-boss appearances anymore and can just be the approving bro-in-law and ughhhhh save me). Oh and it seems Zapata is here to do just that, bc she's discovered Eli is missing from his room-- turns out he's gone to confront foster-mom. Also according to the decor, this is literally the same hospital that Reade is in. Imagine if the team ran into him in one of the corridors?? Awkwaaaaard. But anyhow the team finds Eli, and Weller approaches and starts talking him down while the rest watch from the doorway, and ughhhh "don't let what she's done ruin the rest of your life"/ "the things that you've had to go through, they can make you stronger, but you have to make the right choices" and ughhhhh his words literally could relate to any member of the team, but are clearly hitting Roman especially hard rn. Yaaaas give me all the Roman/Weller bonding. And omg the kid drops the knife and then walks straight into Weller's arms and I'm screaming bc ALL THAT SPECULATION ABOUT WHICH OF THE WOMEN THE HUG WOULD BE WITH, AND IT'S A FREAKING TEENAGE BOY. Oh, man, that promo sure got us good. I'm so amused by this haha

Oooh Weller has called his ladies (sans Nas, which imo is the way it should be) into his office-- he's giving Tasha the lead on the Sandstorm op, which makes them all go "??What???" so he explains that in order to prevent Weitz taking the whole team down, he's going to fall on his sword, take the hit to spare the rest of them. And lol yet again it's a mixed-bag of reactions-- Patterson is all (ง'̀-'́)ง again, whereas Zapata-- as a bureaucracy-understanding agent like Weller-- clenches her jaw, telling him they'll fight it together but knowing why he's doing what he's doing; but ugh Jane's eyes are locked on Weller's face, voice rough with emotion as she insists there IS no team without him. Because to her, there isn't. There's nothing without Weller-- she can't even comprehend existing in a world where he is not at its center. And when he insists that this is the plan he's going with, she looks to the others, hoping they'll help her talk him out of it-- but they're silent. There's nothing they can do. He's still their boss, and this is his final order. Weitz has his victim at last.

But not, apparently, the one we were expecting. While Weller was saying his farewells, Nas Kamal-- the sneakiest of the sneaky-- is already in with Weitz, claiming full responsibility for literally everything (did you know she shot JFK, too??). So, okay... what is actually going on here? Was this literally the point of her character all along, to provide someone else to be offered up as a sacrificial lamb, when all the shit that has happened this season finally catches up with them? I just... idk. I don't get it. I feel like Nas' character makes no sense, like she's some kind of shape-shifter, initially one thing, and then another, and then another, based on the whims of the writers. After nearly a full season I have no idea what her motivations actually are, and I have no idea whether any of the things she said or did were genuine or by design. But, well, better her on the chopping block than Weller, I guess? Well... so long, Nas, and thanks for all the fish-y business!

Ugh my precious Weller catches up with them just as they're leaving, though clearly dreading what he's about to do but ready to do it anyway to protect his team. And then Weitz is all "Boy, bye"... though not before offering to take him out on a date. Does this man literally have a crush on EVERY member of the team, or???

Reade is getting out of hospital, and he leaves his number for Trevor (silly boy, angels don't need phones to speak to you), and the last bit of advice he receives is not to face his demons alone. So c’mon, Reade, who you gonna call?

Okay I am super uncomfortable with drinks being poured on top of the touchscreen table thing. I can't believe Patterson is allowing this. And aww the team thanks Nas for her sacrifice, but lbr they're all secretly glad it's her and not Weller. And then she says a mildly emotional goodbye (she's not really one for touchy feely stuff, lbr), passing the torch to them to continue on her quest against Sandstorm-- and giving them the bank account details, which will no doubt be their next lead. Aaaand yep I am still no closer to understanding anything about why she does what she does or what she wants or anything, really. Which either means that the writers are waaaaay more clever than I am, or they have no more of an idea about it than I do lol. Personally, I'm kinda leaning toward the second...

Aaaaaahhhh Reade called Zapata. GOOD BOY. THIS IS THE FIRST GOOD THING YOU'VE DONE IN WEEKS. And ugh he thanks her for coming over and she thanks him for calling back and they HUGGGGGG and I still do not ship them in the slightest but man have I missed their awesome friendship!!!! And then aaahhh he picks up the tape (apparently he's found a VCR at a thrift store or somewhere lol) and tells her that what he was doing wasn't working and that he needs to know so he can move on and then ughhhhh they sit on the couch together and she holds his haaaaaaaand and ugh I so desperately hope that it's just a game tape and ugh I'm terrified to find out and oh man I can’t even imagine watching that with someone knowing that they may be about to see you violated in that way, knowing that this is something they will always be aware of in the back of their mind when they look at you, and mannnn I just can't get over the incredible depth of the relationships in this show like yes this particular situation is horrible but these connections are so what I came here for ughhhhhhh

Ew, Shepherd. I was enjoying a few episodes without you. And okay blah blah blah you've bought something very expensive and very toxic looking in Bangkok. Whatevs. Hope it backfires on you somehow.

And okay that's the ep done, just in time haha. About the promo: my prediction is that the Jeller kiss we saw will actually be interrupted before it happens, but that Jeller will find a way to ensure that some uninterrupted smoochin' happens by the end of the episode. And lbr they are so DUE for a kiss. Like it's a legit pattern; both of them kiss somebody else. Then they kss each other. Then they both kiss someone else again. Then kiss each other. Then, most recently, they've both kissed other people again, people whom they no longer have any relationship with. Which means: this Jeller kiss is a definite guarantee. It's pure science. Just wait til tonight's ep; you'll see. And after that, the pattern’s gonna end, bc these two won’t be kissing anybody but each other ever again ugh

#Blindspot #Blindspot recap #Jeller #ooooookay now to get like 5 hours sleep #then work for ten hours #THEN watch the episode #sighhhhhh

13 notes · View notes

flava-proelium · 8 years ago

Text

SHIPPING MEME!

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

TAGGED BY: Took it from @spundream TAGGING: Literally anyone and everyone ok?

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

A popular one seems to be RenoxElena??? But TsengxElena, from a supposed crush? RufusxElena is an interesting one to consider, but I really am not set for one.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

Very immersive for angst, familial or shipping threads, though I also love fluff and a dabble of smut is always enjoyed

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Elena is the youngest of the current Turks, and so the closest is very much Reno. Really as long as it is not into the 40′s-50′s, it’s not that bothersome- Since she is a part of an organization with confidential information about Shinra, to date out of the company would be hard, especially concerning trust, though is not impossible for her.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Not really. For me, it’s chemistry. She often writes herself.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

Actual touching and visible parts though can really vary per ship. Mostly depends on the situation.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

With @lickmysparkstick is currently confirmed, while there are a few others that may be there, may not be there. There is a lot of teasing, but whether Elena is serious with some, she isn’t fully certain (while I am more than willing to try.)

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Usually. I love one sided and crushes, especially as Elena is naive and may not see the signs of interest until really face to face with it entirely, though may want to let me know. She may or may not agree, but if I know, she can at least respond as she wishes.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

I do not want all of my threads with partners, but the few I have is just about right, even for a regular basis, to balance out all of the otherwise first interaction or angsty interactions between family issues and comrades possibly dying

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Yep! There’s no cheating unless very well specified.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I really like seeing/having them, but sometimes, I feel that Elena pines even more familial ships, as she already has family issues and just wants someone she can call safe.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Uh. Again I just see a lot of popular ones? Any I have I do adore for their own reasonings.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Literally, ask. Or if a thread happens to go that way, then by all means. I know she is shy in this way, but she can warm up with time, given she is interested at all.

#;; Cluttered Thoughts (ooc) ;;#About the Mun

2 notes · View notes

azuregold · 8 years ago

Note

YOU'RE TURN avoid all the questions you like, I still enjoy reading indirect answers ( •⌄• )

Yep, I was expecting this. XD This was pretty fun even if there are way too many “I don’t know”s for my liking ^^; .

1. What is your middle name?

Lesley.

2. How old are you?

Old enough to have had more than one cat. :P

3. What is your birthday?

May 27th.

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Gemini.

5. What is your favorite color?

Teal.

6. What’s your lucky number?

I don’t really have one, so I just kind of default to seven. X’D

7. Do you have any pets?

Three cats! *snuggles them* And 14 chickens, but they only sort of count as pets.

8. Where are you from?

I was born in New York City, but I’ve lived in Western Washington most of my life. Ethnically, mainly Scottish and Welsh.

9. How tall are you?

5'6"? 5'7"? IDK, it’s been forever since I was properly measured.

10. What shoe size are you?

Varies by brand and whether I’m getting men’s or women’s shoes (I have wide feet and most ladies’ shoes are too narrow, so I buy men’s a lot). Generally, somewhere around 9 – 10W?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

That I actually wear regularly—three, counting my slippers. I have a few more that are either seasonal or old but still usable if I need them for something.

12. What was your last dream about?

My mom got me a dog. It was some kind of teacup Chihuahua-type, which is about the furthest thing possible from what I would want in a dog. So I was stressing about it (“Do I have to keep it? Is there a way I can find it a new home without hurting Mom’s feelings, or am I stuck with it?”) while I had the dog on the counter and was feeding it. All I had to feed it were these flat round dog biscuits that were almost as big as the dog’s head, so I needed to break them into pieces for it. It was sitting on the counter, trembling and snuffling and eating these biscuits, and occasionally trying to eat a bigger one and choking, and I was looking at it and sort of feeling sorry for it but also wanting to cry because I was stuck with this dog I didn’t want. ^^;

13. What talents do you have?

Nothing really? I can write and draw a little, but I consider those skills, not talents, so.

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I don’t know? I mean, I get feelings about things sometimes, but they’re not consistently accurate enough to say it’s more than luck, so.

15. Favorite song?

I don’t have a single favorite. These three are pretty much tied for first:

Unravel by TK from Ling Tosite Sigure

Share the World by TVXQ

Ideal White by Mashiro Ayano

And this one is such a close second that when I’m in the mood for it it’s basically tied as well, so it deserves a mention:

Revive by Kuraki Mai

These are totally spoilers for the “10 Days of Anime Openings” thing I’m doing right now, ahaha.

16. Favorite movie?

You expect me to pick one? (In all seriousness, I could spend multiple hours reminding myself which movies I really love, then trying to narrow it down, and still probably not be able to settle on one favorite, so I’ll pass. X’D)

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Someone who I can trust, who won’t leave once the “honeymoon period” is over; someone who can demonstrate that I matter to them (remembering things I say, getting/making/showing me things I might like, basically anything that shows they were thinking about me); preferably someone who’s a least a little more outgoing than I am, with a sense of humor that works with mine, and who likes animals and anime/manga.

18. Do you want children?

Hell no.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Not really.

20. Are you religious?

Not especially.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Nope, aside from when I was born.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

No. I’ve been in the car with my mom a couple times when she got pulled over for things like a light being out, but that’s all.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

I’ve met a lot of people involved in anime/manga and related fields. :P Also a few authors (Jim Butcher, Rick Riordan, Kevin Hearne). As far as major “almost everyone knows who this person is” celebrities, Bill Clinton came to my town once and I got to shake his hand.

24. Baths or showers?

Showers for getting clean; baths for relaxing (if the tub is big enough).

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Blue and gray wool socks.

26. Have you ever been famous?

Not really.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Not big big, but it’d be kind of nice to be an author and/or artist who’s successful enough that I don’t need a day job, so…a bit famous would be good.

28. What type of music do you like?

I can enjoy most music, but my favorite is probably pop/rock (especially Japanese/Asian), and soundtracks (yes, I know soundtracks can cover a lot of different genres, but most of them have a sort of feeling in common to me, like you can tell they’re part of a story? Does that make sense? IDK, I like a lot of instrumental music).

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Nope.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

One.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

On my stomach or my side.

32. How big is your house?

Not minuscule, but not that big, either. We really need to move, though.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Either a protein shake or toast/rice cakes with cheese. Sometimes eggs if my mom wants some when I’m ready to eat.

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

No.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Yep!

36. Favorite clean word?

I don’t know. I like a lot of words. ^^

37. Favorite swear word?

Shorter ones, I guess? I think I say (or type) stuff like damn, hell, shit, crap, etc. the most.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Hmm…about a day and a half, I think? I was up all day, then took an overnight bus and wasn’t able to fall asleep during the ride. I had also just gotten a cold, so I was exhausted and pretty miserable.

39. Do you have any scars?

A couple faint ones. One on my hand from I-have-no-idea, and one on my forearm from losing my balance and falling on top of my cats while they were play-fighting. ^^;

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Not that I know of?

41. Are you a good liar?

If I know I’m going to be lying, I’ve planned what to say, and the other person’s response doesn’t go beyond what I’m prepared for, I’m okay. Lying on the spot? Or having to come up with additional explanations if they ask something I wasn’t expecting? I’m terrible.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

No idea.

43. Can you do any accents other than your own?

Not well/accurately, especially if it’s more than a few words. And I’m too shy to do them in front of other people 99% of the time. I occasionally talk to my cats in an accent when we’re alone, though.

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I don’t think so?

45. What is your favorite accent?

IDK, I like a lot of accents. c:

46. What is your personality type?

I don’t know? If this means MBTI, I’ve read several descriptions and taken multiple quizzes and I still don’t have a definitive answer. Except for the “I”. I’m sure about that part. X’D

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

Hmm…probably my jacket? It’s pretty worn now, but still perfectly usable, and I’ve had it for years. I don’t remember how much it was, but I know I was kind of apprehensive about spending so much on one thing, even though 1) I really needed a jacket, 2) It was part of a clearance sale, and 3) I wasn’t the one paying for it.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes.

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

Innie.

50. Left or right handed?

Technically I’m mixed-handed, but if you’re just going by writing/drawing hand, then left.

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Not really. I don’t want them touching me or crawling on my desk or anything, and sudden!spider where I wasn’t expecting it will make me jump a bit, but I’m not actually afraid of them.

52. Favorite food?

How could anyone be expected to answer a question like this??

53. Favorite foreign food?

See above answer. :P

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

I’m a messy person who wishes they were clean. ^^;

55. Most used phrase?

I’m not sure? Maybe “You’re so cute!” I say that to Shinichi at least half a dozen times a day. XD

56. Most used word?

No idea.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

If I’m only doing the things I actually need to do to be ready (bathroom, get dressed, eat, feed cats) and I don’t need to shower…probably between 30 minutes and an hour? But I like to relax with tea, check stuff online, cuddle Shinichi, etc. before I go anywhere, so if I have time to do all that…at least 2 hours. :P

58. Do you have much of an ego?

I tend to both feel like I’m worthless and like I should have the best of everything at the same time, so…I don’t know where that leaves me, haha. OTL

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck. Sometimes bite when it gets down to the end.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Yes. Or to my cats.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yep! Especially if a song I know the words to is stuck in my head (I’ve been low-key singing Unravel to myself all day X’D).

62. Are you a good singer?

I don’t think I’m horrible, but I don’t think I’m much good, either.

63. Biggest Fear?

Being abandoned or hated, having a permanent disability, being in an unstable living situation, talking to people.

64. Are you a gossip?

I like to hear it (depending on the subject), but I don’t really do much gossiping myself.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

I don’t know. ^^;

66. Do you like long or short hair?

Long! ♥

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Probably, if I’m not being timed and I can write them down.

68. Favorite school subject?

English and history.

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Introvert.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

Nope.

71. What makes you nervous?

A lot of things.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Not that much, but sometimes I get a little nervous, especially if I’m outside.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

In my head, constantly. To their face, rarely. Depends on who it is and how important it is for the mistake to be corrected.

74. Are you ticklish?

Yep.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

I don’t think so?

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

I guess babysitting counts?

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Yes, with my mom.

78. Have you ever done drugs?

No.

79. Who was your first real crush?

Probably this boy named Will who I went to school with until halfway through second grade. He took me to a Disney movie once (just the two of us, no adults).

80. How many piercings do you have?

None.

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

Kind of?

82. How fast can you type?

Not that fast.

83. How fast can you run?

Even slower than I type.

84. What color is your hair?

Brown. When it’s freshly washed it has hints of red and gold in it, but mostly it’s just a medium brown.

85. What color are your eyes?

Hazel.

86. What are you allergic to?

Nothing.

87. Do you keep a journal?

Not a proper one, like talking about what happened to me that day or whatever. I have a rant journal where I can be salty and unreasonable or depressed and full of self-hatred without bothering anyone.

88. What do your parents do?

My dad was an actor. My mom’s done a bunch of stuff—gardening, sewing, caregiving, cooking.

89. Do you like your age?

Hell no. I can’t relate to people my age very well. Since I was ten or so, almost all my friends have been younger than me, and the older I get, the bigger the age gap gets. It’d be great if I could de-age myself a bit every few years. ^^;

90. What makes you angry?

A lot. But I hate confrontation so I mostly just keep it to myself.

91. Do you like your own name?

Yeah.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Well, I’ve had some names in mind for future animals for years, if that counts.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

Can I have another cat instead? Or a dog. Or a goat. Or a horse. Or a…

94. What are your strengths?

??? Beats me.

95. What are your weaknesses?

A lot.

96. How did you get your name?

I don’t know for sure. I think my mom liked it? It shows up a few times on my dad’s side of the family, though, so maybe that influenced the decision a bit, who knows?

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Well, according to Wikipedia, my clan is descended from an ancient royal house, but it doesn’t give any specifics, so who knows? :P

98. Do you have any scars?

Someone took a wrong turn at question 39.

99. Color of your bedspread?

I’m using a sleeping bag right now, which is black. Though I also have an old Inuyasha fleece throw that I use on colder nights (and which Shinichi has been sleeping on for the past week or so).

100. Color of your room?

A pretty ugly bluish gray. We always planned to paint it, but never got around to it.

5 notes · View notes

interdiit · 8 years ago

Text

okay so @legacyborne i saw this thing on my dash and i did it for laf/george/martha bc i was bored in class but im just now getting around to posting it bc im the Worst but here it is it’s super long this shows how much im into this au so yes ssh here is a thing

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? george first, then laf, martha rarely does Who threatens to leave but never actually does? even despite their disagreements, i doubt any of them would even threaten that Who actually keeps their word and leaves? see ^^ Who trashes the house? it would be laf but not in an angry way but in a ‘my life is kind of a mess so here’s the mess that comes with me’ kind of way Do either of them get physical? hahaha no How often do they argue/disagree? pretty often, but not on anything major Who is the first to apologise? it’s either laf or martha, depending on the situation

Sex:

Who is on top? they’re all incredibly flexible with what positions they take Who is on the bottom? ^^^ Who has the strangest desires? none of them are exactly pure Any kinks? l m a o all??? all of the kinks??? Who’s dominant in bed? typically george and/or martha Is head ever in the equation? it’s nearly always in the equation If so, who is better at performing it? laf likes to think he is Ever had sex in public? not full-on sex, but there’s definitely been inappropriate touching Who moans the most? martha or laf Who leaves the most marks? george for sure Who screams the loudest? not really screaming but laf is the loudest Who is the more experienced of the two? george and martha are both more experienced than laf Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? both of the above Rough or soft? both of the above How long do they usually last? i mean??? a decent amount of time?? i would think??? Is protection used? yes and no, it all varies with who’s doing what to who Does it ever get boring? not in laf’s mind, not at all Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? over george’s desk?? maybe?? i ?? dk ???

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? laf would love to, but he’s pretty much the children himself If so, how many children do your muses want/have? probably like 2 or 3 Who is the favorite parent? martha omfg it’s definitely martha Who is the authoritative parent? george but only bc he wants the best for the kids Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? laf for sure he’s just like ‘dont tell’ Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? see above it’s definitely laf Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? all three of them omfg it’s laf and martha’s favorite activity Who goes to parent teacher interviews? all three of them at the same time -- the teachers just end up thinking laf is the kids’ older brother Who changes the diapers? they alternate nightly Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? laf and george are both lighter sleepers than martha, so it’s typically one of them Who spends the most time with the children? martha and laf both work less than george, but, in the evening, the kids don’t leave george alone Who packs their lunch boxes? martha for sure laf doesn’t know what he’s doing but he’ll write cute lil notes Who gives their children ‘the talk’? they force george to do it Who cleans up after the kids? it’s a joint effort -- laf gets the living room and bedrooms while george and martha get the kitchen Who worries the most? laf and martha worry equally Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? definitely laf and he feels bad about it

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? all of the above Who is the little spoon? martha and laf Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? geORGE HOLY SHIT Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? george when he’s doing it purposefully to embarrass laf, laf when they’re just walking down the street How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? laf doesn’t know what that means -- they could cuddle all night. Who gives the most kisses? martha she’s such a kisser fight me on this What is their favourite non-sexual activity? kissing omg but that typically leads to other thinGS Where is their favourite place to cuddle? on the couch or after a long day in bed Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? gEORGE STOP IT How often do they get time to themselves? they all know all they have to do is ask for it, but it’s rare, considering that there’s three of them

Sleeping:

Who snores? george but only after a really long day -- laf makes fun of him for it If both do, who snores the loudest? ^^ Do they share a bed or sleep separately? share a bED If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? laf is very clingy at night so at least one of them has laf clinging to them Who talks in their sleep? laf mumbles, it’s either in french or completely incoherent What do they wear to bed? either silk pajamas or fleece for martha, george typically wears sweatpants and a tank top, laf is nearly always in just boxers or completely naked Are either of your muses insomniacs? no i think they’re all pretty good sleepers Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? probably not Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? there are limbs everywhere - if not for their differing skin tones and sleepwear, you wouldn’t know whose limbs are whose. Who wakes up with bed hair? martha’s got it the worst because laf sleeps with his hair tied back Who wakes up first? george, laf, then martha if there’s no alarm set Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? thAT’S LAF’S FAVORITE ACTIVITY What is their favourite sleeping position? limbs everywhere all bunched up together Who hogs the sheets? laf would be the one Do they set an alarm each night? yes, everybody’s got work to do -- laf’s alarm is first, because he goes to the gym every morning, but he does his best to turn it off before george or martha wake up Can a television be found in their bedroom? probably not, but there are definitely stacks of books Who has nightmares? george’s are the worst, but they all have them Who has ridiculous dreams? laf omg at least once a week they definitely hear laf saying “well i had a strange dream last night” Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? laf would if the other two weren’t in the bed, too Who makes the bed? they all alternate What time is bed time? depends on the night, can range from 9 pm to 3 am Any routines/rituals before bed? brushing their teeth and washing their faces together, then little kisses and goodnights Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? laf typically, but he does what he has to do

Work:

Who is the busiest? george Who rakes in the highest income? george Are any of your muses unemployed? martha stays at home, but she could get a job if she wanted to Who takes the most sick days? none Who is more likely to turn up late to work? laF it’s a bad habit Who sucks up to their boss? laf sucks up to george but that doesn’t count What are their jobs? laf works at a jewelry store, george is in politics Who stresses the most? george probably internalizes his stress but he’s definitely stressed Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? they both enjoy their jobs, george just finds his v stressful and laf gets bored like half the time and then spends too much of his own money on george and martha Are your muses financially stable? yep all is good even despite laf spending too much of his own money on george and martha

Home:

Who does the washing? laf Who takes out the trash? george Who does the ironing? martha Who does the cooking? martha and george together and laf just admires their skills Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? that would be laf Who is messier? laf Who leaves the toilet roll empty? none of them omg they’d fight about that Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? laf but then he gets that Look and he’s like ‘fine im sorry’ Who forgets to flush the toilet? none of them Who is the prankster around the house? laf?? but it’s very minimal and nothing harmful Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? laf because of his organization habits Who mows the lawn? they live in new york. no such thing as a “lawn” Who answers the telephone? martha or whoever’s closest tbh Who does the vacuuming? laf, he likes to listen to music at full blast when he does Who does the groceries? george and martha, sometimes all three of them together Who takes the longest to shower? laF GET THIS BOY’S ASS OUT OF THE SHOWER Who spends the most time in the bathroom? laf but it’s bc he gets mesmerized by something or another and suddenly he’s been there for a half an hour

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? nope How many cars do they own? probably one, maybe none Do they own their home or do they rent? they rent most likely, maybe buy an apartment together sometime in the future Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? in the middle of manhattan so teCHNICALLy near the coast Do they live in the city or in the country? city Do they enjoy their surroundings? yes, all three of them love it What’s their song? they all listen to different types of music but laf’ll be damned if he doesn’t make them all sing to a thousand miles by vanessa carlton -- he really just likes hearing them sing anything, though What do they do when they’re away from each other? call and skype every night, they’re not good at separation Where did they first meet? the washingtons’ apartment How did they first meet? laf offered them cocoa bc it was cold Who spends the most money when out shopping? lAF NEEDS TO STOP SPENDING HIS OWN MONEY ON MARTHA AND GEORGE Who’s more likely to flash their assets? martha first, then laf, then george, but they all do it Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? martha omg Any mental issues? they’ve all got em Who’s terrified of bugs? none of them??? i dont think??? Who kills the spiders around the house? george typically Their favourite place? wherever each other are Who pays the bills? they all tip in Do they have any fears for their future? they all have fears, but they all like to keep it optimistic, too. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? george has done so on multiple occasions Who uses up all of the hot water? laf omg he must be stopped Who’s the tallest? george Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? laF Who wanders around in their underwear? laF Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? laf even though he can’t sing. sometimes he’ll shut up just to hear george and martha sing What do they tease each other about? it’s all playful teasing about clothes or appearances or their little quirks Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? probably george at laf but they both admire martha’s fashion sense so much Do they have mutual friends? yep (would you consider a.ham to be george’s friend??? if so yes) Who crushed first? laf holy shit he crushed before he’d even seen their face Any alcohol or substance related problems? nope Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? laf pls protect this boy Who swears the most? laf it’s an issue srsly

#legacyborne

2 notes · View notes