#Tell me somethin' NEW {Dash Commentary}

[candlewick-corporation]

"I heard we were robbing Jacques."

[thiswasinevitableid]

57 with indruck would be the perfect christmas gift! Love your work!

#57: You called me at two in the moring insisting that I come over and help you bake christmas cookies for the party tomorrow because you forgot to make them earlier and need help now.

It’s 1:58 a.m, December 22nd, and Duck Newton should really be in bed. 

Instead, he’s aimlessly puttering about his kitchen. 

He can’t sleep. He’s tried. But something in his mind won’t settle, and each time he tries to grasp at it, to see what’s troubling him, the thought skitters away into some dark corner of his brain. 

Any distraction would be welcome at this point; hell, even if the now-closed gate were to open up with an abomination, that would be an improvement. At least then he’d know what he was worried about. 

Ringring

Thank god. Maybe Leo can’t sleep either, maybe Minerva’s decided he needs to do some kind of sudden hero training, maybe Barclay needs help at the lodge.

“Go for Duck.”

“Hello, Duck.” The lilt drifting across the telephone lines is unmistakable.

“Hey, Indrid, everything-”

“-okay? Yes. Or, well, mostly yes. My call is not a matter of life or death, if that’s what you mean. I was calling to ask if you’d be able to help me with something.”

“What kind of somethin?” Duck is already looking for his shoes, partially as a means of distraction from the filthy picture his mind just supplied of how he could help Indrid in the middle of the night.

“I am baking cookies for the party tomor-, ah, well, I suppose it’s technically today now, and I require assistance.”

“I mean, sure, but why call me? Sounds more like Barclay’s kinda thing.”

“True, but the futures showed me that you were going to spend the remainder of your night in a restless funk, and I wanted to prevent that. Also they show Barclay, ah, preoccupied with Agent Stern this evening. Goodness, who knew they-”

“Whoah, god, please do not make me think about my friends doin it. I’ll be over in a few.”

Indrid’s smile is audible, “wonderful. I shall see you soon.”

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Indrid spends the next fifteen minutes cleaning. 

Shoving things into cabinets and under furniture counts as cleaning, right?

Perhaps he should have done this sooner. But there’d only been a 50% chance Duck agreed to join him. In half his visions, the human politely declined, and spent his night simmering in discontent. 

A crunch of tires is in new fallen snow means he doesn’t even need to look at the futures to see Duck arrive. He has a minute before he reaches the door. 

He glances down at the eggnog stain on his pajama pants, and dashes into the bedroom to change them. Gets to the door two seconds before Duck knocks. 

The ranger lowers his hand, smiling gently, “Hey.”

“Hello. Apologies in advance for how warm it is in here.”

“Eh, visited you enough lately that I’m kinda gettin used to it.”

“Oh, good. That’s very good.”

(Why are there futures of them kissing? Where is that coming from?)

Duck steps into the trailer, shutting the door as Indrid heads into the kitchen. 

“So, what are we makin’?”

“Sugar cookies. I promised Barclay I would bring some to the potluck tomorrow. I have all the necessary supplies here.”

“Great, what recipe are we usin?”

Indrid looks at the pile of ingredients on the counter. His future vision told him which ones to buy, but isn’t of much use when it comes to predicting a recipe.

“You don’t have a recipe, do you?” Duck says with amused patience.

“No, I do not.”

“Don’t suppose you got any cookbooks layin around.” Duck opens the nearest cabinet, which contains solely Capri Suns.

“I may. I collected various books that seemed useful during my travels. They’re in that cabinet towards the front.”

Duck kneels down, begins searching through the cabinet and pulling out books. 

“‘Drid, how the hell are you fittin all these in here? The physics don’t make sense.”

“Mmm? Oh, most of the cabinets and the closet are enchanted to allow for more storage space.”  He waves his hand distractedly, trying to parse out the warmth swirling in his chest at the use of the nickname. 

“Sewin’ guide, anatomy textbook, uhhhh maybe, nope, that’s a repair manual for the Bago. Didn’t know you worked on it yourself.” Duck leans further into the cabinet and Indrid spends a moment appreciating how his legs and ass look in his jeans before responding. 

(Probability of kissing jumps ten percent).

“I can do basic repairs. Though, at this point, my home is held together mainly by magic. And duck tape. A truly excellent human creation.”

“Not fillin me with confidence about the safety of drivin in this there, ‘Drid.” Duck teases. There’s rustling from the cabinet, though no further commentary.

The kissing futures jump even more. What on earth is happening? Yes, he wants to kiss his  friend. But as far as he can discern, Duck does not want that, and it takes two for that fantasy to work. 

“Aha, got it.” Duck crawls backwards, proudly produces a red and white checkered cookbook, “Bettin this has what we need.”

“Wonderful!” Indrid claps his hands together as Duck flips to a page with a recipe for sugar cookies and hands it to him.

“Oh dear, I do not have a mixer, this is going to take…” He blushes at an oncoming future. 

“You also got a friend with chosen strength. Ain’t just good for savin the word.” Duck grins and flexes his arm. 

Indrid chirrs appreciatively, then catches himself, “Ahem, in that case, please beat this butter and sugar in that bowl while I measure out our dry ingredients.”

They set to work, side by side. The small kitchen means they bump into each other often, but neither seems to mind. In fact, Duck seems to be bumping into him more than usual. 

“How come you waited until now to make these?” Duck cracks an egg into the bowl.

“I didn’t mean to. But as you know, I can be easily distracted by watching futures or trying to stop them.”

“Coulda just bought some at the store in the mornin. Not that I mind helpin you.”

“I...you will think me silly if I tell you.”

“That what the futures show?”

“Half of them, yes.”

“Try me?”

“It has been a long time since I had any kind of connection to my fellow Sylphs. Let alone friendships with both Sylphs and humans. I want to demonstrate that I value those connections, make things to contribute to our time together. It is nice to belong, in a way, and I often fear losing it.”

“‘Drid, you know you don’t gotta earn your place with us. We all care about you. I care about you.” He takes Indrid’s hand from where it’s paused, mid gesture, and squeezes it once.

“Thank you.” Indrid sighs, decides to take the risk of his next words, “I’ve seen the end of things, so many things, so many times. I am used to it, in many ways. But there are times when I struggle to believe that the good things in my life will not be cut short in the same way.”

“I mean, everythin’ ends cause of time and mortality and shit like that.But that don’t mean good things are gonna disappear as soon as you find ‘em.”

Indrid smiles.

(Seventy percent of the timelines show them kissing.)

“Hey, goofus, I see you floatin off into the futures. Stay in the present with me, or I’m eatin all the cookies myself.”

Indrid grins, “ You wouldn’t dare.”

Duck grabs a nearby spoon and scoops out a bite of dough and chews it with an exaggerated “mmmmmm.” 

Indrid pouts and makes grabby hands, as humans call them. 

“Nope, this is all mine now.”

“Noooo, the raw dough is the best part.” Indrid grabs for the bowl, but in spite of being shorter than him Duck manages to keep it out of reach. 

“I’m savin you from yourself, you’re gonna get salmonella.”

“I am not, my Sylph biology prevents such a thing. You, on the other hand, can very much get that illness. So,” he lunges for the bowl playfully. Duck sidesteps him and he stumbles with an undignified chirp. Duck snickers and Indrid giggles 

“Okay, okay, I’ll give you some if you tell me one thing.” Duck sets the bowl back on the counter, blocking it with his body, “How come you have a bunch of drawins of me saved in your cabinet?”

“I, ah,” oh goodness, he should have seen this coming, “I save certain drawings if I like them.”

“‘Drid, those were almost all of me.”

“Because I like them. I like you. Seeing futures of you made me feel happy while I was away from Kepler.”

Ducks eyebrows slowly raise.

There’s no point in looking at the futures. Indrid has to do this in the present, has to face the reactions in real time, because that us always what being near Duck does to him; draws him back to earth, to the moment, over and over again because all he wants to focus on is him.

“I am very fond of you, Duck. It has been quite awhile since I had anything resembling a crush on someone, and my feelings for you have grown considerably in that direction. But I understand completely if it is not reciprocated.”

“That’s uh, that’s, fuck, uh-”

Indrid droops; if Duck is trying to lie, it must be to spare his feelings. 

“Um, I don’t, uh, oh fuck it.” 

Warm hands are suddenly on his upper arms as Duck pulls him into a kiss. Sugar and butter on his lips, strands of dark hair tangling in his fingers as he clasps Ducks head. It’s tentative, a tad awkward because of his glasses, and he never wants it to end. Whimpers when it does, and Duck simply smiles, bumps their noses together. 

“I was tryin to come up with some line about how I was surprised. But I ain’t, not really, especially not after findin those drawins. I been fallin for you for awhile, and was gettin the sense you might be doin’ the same. Just didn’t wanna push my luck and scare you off, sugar.”

Indrid grins.

“What?” Duck arches an eyebrow.

“I simply enjoy the nicknames you give me. Most of my aliases are attached to my sometimes unnerving appearance. It is nice to be called something new and sweet.”

Duck kisses him, first on the cheek and then snowflake-light on the lips, “Good to know. Now, c’mon, we can uh, cuddle, more once these are done and I need that real bad. So let’s finish these cookies, sugar.”

[soldierwatch]

⚡️(for Hanzo or Sojiro :) )

ஃ  ➡ send ⚡️ & i’ll tell you…  // @simple-geometry

my first impression of your muse : 

hanzo - i was captivated by the tattoo on his arm, tbh, lmfao. hanzo was one of the VERY FIRST overwatch characters i learned of, if not THE first. i thought his design was cool, his abilities bombin’, but—then i learned he’s kind of a prick. …and tbh that only made me love him MORE. i’m nowhere near eloquent tonight, you’ll have to forgive me ; but my first impression of hanzo was that he was cool, & it only got BETTER the more i discovered of him.

sojiro - if i’m being entirely honest with you, i don’t recall what i first thought when i heard about sojiro. …i think it was that i thought he was fake, & not actually their dad—not because i didn’t think they HAD a dad, but because i thought blizzard wouldn’t reveal something like that.once i realized the truth, it was a little difficult to give much thought towards him, considering how little INFORMATION we have on the man ; but i think any man who condones one of his children killing another is a DICK, ‘clan honor’ or not.

my first impression of you : 

h o n e s t l y i really admired you for a while before our first interaction,& for that i was always too shy to approach—so i’m really glad you were the first to drop somethin’ in my activity feed. :’P from there my impression of you only grew better - you’re a joy to chat & plot with, & the IC interactions we’ve had have all been some of my favorites to reply to. c; 

my favorite thing about your muse :

hanzo - that one voiceline of his, ‘i choose you, spirit dragon.’

sojiro - okay, specifically regarding YOUR interpretation of him, just how much you have DEVELOPED for sojiro. like, we literally get next to NOTHING aside form his name, & you’ve taken the little we know & made it into a whole thought-out character with REASONING & INTENTION & DEPTH. i will always respect writers who can take so little & make it into something so intriguing.

my favorite thing about you : 

what’s ? not to love ?? you’re fun, engaging, talented ; i get really glad any time i see your URL(s) come up on my dash. ;w;

would I ever consider shipping our muses : 

hanzo - given the zero interactions we have between hanzo & jack, i never considered it—but like all ships, it could be fun to develop if done so properly & i, personally, am always interested in discovering new ways to mesh muses together. c:

sojiro - my interpretation of jack is more interested than bringing sojiro to justice than bringing him home to meet the parents ; that said, that one thread we threw together ? i do believe jack would drop fairly suggestive commentary here & there, but that’s more due to the fact that my young jack is a mouthy brat who uses any & all methods to get his job done.

a plot I’d like to see between our muses : 

hanzo - literally anything ,, but - as most others seem to be - i’m interested in jack back @ overwatch, not necessarily working FOR them, but working WITH them ; bring hanzo into the mix somehow for a viable reason, let them get sent on a mission together, and just—let them bond or w/e lmfao. 

sojiro - listen i like what we had, where the two were creeping around the real topic with not-so-subtle comments & quips ; i’m just sittin’ here with popcorn hopin’ for a fight. ;0

[candlewick-corporation]

"I feel like we need to give Mercury cooking lessons. But then, Weiss has the audacity to make fun of his attempt. Maybe we give her cooking lessons instead."

[candlewick-corporation]

"Asking someone from Atlas, Mantle, etc how we survive in the cold is like asking someone from Vacuo how they survive the heat."

"We were born and raised here you fucks. This isn't even cold; I'd be wearing a tank top if I weren't worried about burning someone on accident."

[candlewick-corporation]

Jacques rper comes online, every schnee in a 5 blog vicinity: you.

[candlewick-corporation]

"So.... for context... Is the F word... fuck, or faunus? Because both are considered not too good in Atlas."

Is he making a joke or genuinely asking? The world may never know.

[candlewick-corporation]

"Weiss doesn't know what smashing is? I feel like I've failed as a brother."

[candlewick-corporation]

"I remember training with those things. Absolutely awful. Put me in the pilot seat of literally anything over having to handle that rifle."

[candlewick-corporation]

"I should probably give her her gift, huh?"

[candlewick-corporation]

"He'll get a mech talk from me."

Ah, that's right. Roman was proficient with various mech usage. Is he implying he'd use a paladin to kill Qrow?

[candlewick-corporation]

"I kinda wanna get in on the kisses but I feel like maybe 3 people will show up..."

[candlewick-corporation]

"I see every Qrow in a 5 mile radius heard Winter was offering kisses."

[candlewick-corporation]

"We're all in it to make this asshole miserable, huh?"

[candlewick-corporation]

Jacques spotted.

[candlewick-corporation]

The realization he can teach Winter AND Weiss slang is so funny.