#a random assortment of birds

[sesamenom]

three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree

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earendil: what does manwe want with all these bird deliveries anyways

[Day 5]

[crossbackpoke-check]

15 questions + 15 friends (tagged by my beloveds @whitenikes & @acheronist 🥰💕 thank you thank you!!)

1. Are you named after anyone?

technically yes… i’m named after a character in a book but my mom has never been able to remember what book 🫡

2. When was the last time you cried?

i don’t usually log frequent crier miles but i definitely cried in december (??) watching the music video for “amelia” for a variety of reasons

3. Do you have kids?

nope! i do refer to my students as my kids sometimes on accident and have freaked out more than one person by saying “my kids” lmao

4. What sports do you play/have played?

currently i play rugby, although i grew up playing a lot of sports—i did volleyball, basketball, track, and danced competitively (which is probably the sport i miss the most)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

me? using sarcasm? never :) here i usually don’t because it doesn’t come across the same over text and irl it’s usually just with people i’m comfortable with and know will get it

6. What is the first thing you notice about someone?

oooo outfit maybe? voice? context dependent for sure

7. What’s your eye color?

legally, hazel. illegally, whatever color the nearest person to me says that they are at the time

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings :)

9. Any talents?

(insert the quinn hughes 😬 on the bench reaction meme please i’m trying ok!!)

i can bake pretty decently! athletic if that’s a talent? i would love to learn how to do more artsy things (got a crochet kit & paint with watercolor sometimes)

10. Where were you born?

michigan 🧤<- not a mitten but i’d show you where i’m from on it if i could

11. What are your hobbies?

reading, although i never have as much time to read as i want to (send me book recs please)… i count sports as a hobby and i just got a really pretty new puzzle! also, obviously, hockey.

12. Do you have any pets?

yes!!! i have a canary and a society finch (orville and duncan), a hypo corn snake (apollo! he has hearts on his head!), and two cats (john watson and effie). in the future i’d love to have a dog again, since i just lost him this past summer

13. How tall are you?

moritz seider (5’3”)

14. Favorite subject in school?

real hot girls speak german 💅 it’s either that or biology but i feel like that’s little bit of a cop out

15. Dream job?

re: the cop out above, dream job is working as a veterinarian for a zoo! so it makes sense i love biology lol

tagging @songsandswords @kj-op @hiding-from-reality-56 @catboy-mahura and anyone else who’d like to and hasn’t done it already!!

[catbolt]

— SYLUS HEADCANONS

random assorted hcs for my man (fluff, 18+)

would be really into sending you sweaty post-gym bathroom mirror selfies

he thinks it's hot watching you put makeup on and so likes to watch you get ready to go out even if he's not coming with you. you get flustered a little with him just standing by your vanity in silence. "what, is it a crime to watch my beautiful girlfriend get ready for her girls night? then take me to jail. i'll just break out again."

ALWAYS has his hand on the small of your back if you're going literally anywhere it's like an unconscious habit

wears glasses for working or reading but keeps misplacing them so he has like 20 pairs floating around the house at any given time

would be excited when you get your nails done and always wants to help you pick a color/nail art design

very into pet names, always calls you "little dove, little bird, my dove, my flower, honey" etc.

is really bad at putting in contact lenses (dont ask me why i think this but i just know he has to use two hands and then drops them in the sink half the time)

he's a biter during sex and aftercare is kissing and licking every bite (it's the dragon talking)

he def has a size kink and likes being bigger than you. he would so pick you up to get stuff off the top shelf even when he could get it himself just because he likes picking you up

he says "honey i'm home"

when he gets home bc he's corny like that

god at parallel parking

sings in the shower so loudly that it's audible throughout half the mansion

would be an audiophile/into really expensive headphones and speaker setups and would make you test out all his different headphones to try and find the most optimal setup for his music. "what do you mean moving the speaker two inches to the right doesn't make any difference, sweetheart? are your ears working correctly?"

sleeptalks about business when he's stressed which is always how you can tell if he's more stressed out than he's letting on

doesn't use instagram except to send you cat videos

always feeds you bites of his food off his fork to try anytime you're out at a restaurants

part 2!

[imreidswifey]

Little Things That Matter -Fluff-

Summary: Sometimes, love isn’t about grand gestures or dramatic declarations—it’s found in the quiet, meaningful moments that leave a lasting impact. In this collection of mini-stories, you fall for Dr. Spencer Reid, the brilliant but socially awkward profiler from the BAU, through the small, thoughtful things he does: letting you take the last seat on a crowded train, cooking your favorite meal, planning a cozy picnic, and soothing your stress with his gentle touch. Each moment shows his kindness, intelligence, and quiet charm, proving that love truly is in the details.

A/N: This is 4 mini stories so get comfy and enjoy! Please request any ideas or prompts!! I NEED MORE IDEAS

Warnings:

Mild references to stress: Includes brief mentions of workplace frustrations and emotional tension.

Fluff and sweetness overload: This story contains heartwarming, tender moments that might leave you smiling uncontrollably.

Second-person POV: Written from your perspective to immerse you in the story.

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1. Letting You Sit in Your Seat

You’re flustered as you board the crowded train, scanning the car for an empty seat. To your relief, you spot one near the window. But just as you make your way over, a lanky man with tousled hair and a book in hand reaches it at the same time.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you stammer, stepping back instinctively.

He looks up, startled, his hazel eyes wide behind his glasses. “No, no—please, you take it,” he insists, clutching his book closer to his chest. “I can stand. I, uh, actually find it easier to balance this way when the train moves.”

His awkward smile and the way he fidgets with the corner of his book make you hesitate, but the sincerity in his tone convinces you. You sit down, thanking him, and watch as he moves to stand nearby, gripping a pole while immersing himself in his reading.

Every so often, you catch him glancing your way, as if to make sure you’re comfortable. When you get off at your stop, you thank him again, and he offers you a shy smile. It’s such a small gesture, but the way he put your comfort above his own lingers in your mind for days.

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2. Making Food for Each Other as a Surprise

You’re not sure how it started—a casual conversation about favorite foods, maybe—but one evening, you find yourself baking cookies with the sole purpose of surprising Spencer. You know he has a sweet tooth, and the thought of his expression when he tastes them fills you with anticipation.

When you show up at his apartment, he’s startled but pleased to see you. “I was just about to call you,” he admits, stepping aside to let you in.

You set the cookies on the counter, only to notice the table is already set with two plates of spaghetti carbonara.

“Wait, did you… make dinner?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He flushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, you mentioned you liked it once, and I thought I’d try. I wasn’t sure if I got the proportions right, though. Math is easy; cooking is… not.”

You laugh and hold up your cookies. “Looks like we both had the same idea.”

Dinner turns into an evening of laughter, compliments, and an unspoken understanding that you’re starting to mean more to each other than you realized.

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3. Picnic Date

It’s his idea, but you can tell he’s nervous about it. The picnic is meticulously planned: a cozy blanket spread out in the park, a wicker basket filled with sandwiches, fruit, and thermoses of tea.

“I, um, wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I brought a little of everything,” he says, gesturing to the assortment.

You smile as you sit down beside him, touched by the effort. “It’s perfect.”

He relaxes a little as you both eat, the conversation flowing easily. He tells you random facts about the park’s history and the migratory patterns of birds overhead, his eyes lighting up as he talks. You don’t mind—his enthusiasm is contagious.

When a gust of wind blows his hair into his face, you reach over without thinking, brushing it back. He freezes for a second, then smiles shyly.

By the time the sun sets, you’re lying side by side, staring at the sky, and you realize you’re completely smitten with this quirky, brilliant man.

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4. Giving You a Head Massage While You Talk

You’re sprawled on Spencer’s couch, recounting your day while he sits behind you. His fingers, long and graceful, work gently through your hair, rubbing circles into your scalp.

“I just don’t understand why she keeps undermining me in meetings,” you vent, leaning into his touch.

“Maybe she feels threatened,” he says softly, his voice thoughtful. “Sometimes people react that way when they see someone else excelling.”

You pause, considering his words. “That… actually makes sense. Thank you.”

He hums in response, his hands never faltering. The tension in your shoulders melts away under his careful attention, and you find yourself smiling despite the frustrations of the day.

“I didn’t know you were this good at massages,” you tease, glancing back at him.

His cheeks turn pink, but he grins. “It’s all about applying even pressure in the right places. There’s actually a study that shows…”

He trails off when he sees you laughing. “Sorry. I, uh, tend to ramble.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s one of the reasons I like you.”

The way his eyes light up at your words makes your heart skip a beat.

[legendary-69420]

Loving Mark 3

Chapter 8 : Part 3

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

19. Mark Knows Sign Language

During a fan meet-and-greet, a young deaf girl approached the table, her eyes wide with excitement. She was shy at first, her mother speaking on her behalf, translating the girl’s signs into words. But Mark, without missing a beat, bent down to her eye level, smiling warmly. To everyone’s surprise, he began using sign language to communicate directly with her.

The young girl’s face lit up as Mark communicated with her effortlessly. The moment was magical—there was no sense of awkwardness or distance. Mark made her feel seen, her joy palpable as she realized she could have a conversation with her idol in a way that made her feel included. It was a rare and beautiful moment that no one in the crowd would soon forget.

One fan shared their thoughts later:

Fan : “Mark knowing sign language is the purest thing I’ve ever seen. He's truly for everyone.”

20. Mark Is Good with Animals

Mark’s love for animals wasn’t a secret to anyone who knew him, but it wasn’t until Charles witnessed it firsthand that he fully grasped just how magical it was. Early one morning, while out for a walk, Charles spotted Mark in the distance, sitting on the grass. As he drew closer, he realized that Mark was surrounded by an assortment of birds, squirrels, and even a few dogs. Mark smiled gently as he fed them, his presence calm and inviting.

It was like something out of a fairy tale. The way the birds perched on his shoulder without fear, how the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a warm glow around him—Mark looked almost otherworldly. The animals, completely unafraid, surrounded him in a peaceful harmony that seemed to reflect the quiet kindness he radiated.

Fans online couldn’t stop talking about it:

Fan : “He’s literally a Disney prince, surrounded by animals like they’re drawn to him! How is he real?”

21. Mark Makes Everyone Feel Comfortable

Mark was a social chameleon, able to blend in seamlessly with people from all walks of life, regardless of language or culture. Whether it was a fan from another country, an engineer on the team, or a celebrity he was meeting for the first time, Mark made everyone feel welcome. His fluency in multiple languages helped, but it was more than just words. It was his innate ability to make others feel seen, valued, and respected.

During one of the media events, a reporter from Brazil approached Mark with a mix of broken English and Portuguese. Without skipping a beat, Mark switched to Portuguese, and the conversation flowed easily from there. The reporter, a bit surprised at first, quickly relaxed. By the end of their exchange, she was laughing and joking with him like they were old friends.

Fan : “Mark can talk to anyone, anywhere. He’s honestly one of the most approachable people I’ve ever seen.”

22. Mark’s Willingness to Help Others

Mark never hesitated to lend a hand, whether it was to someone in need or a teammate facing a challenge. He was the first to offer his help with charity events, community projects, or even small favors. His generosity extended far beyond the superficial, and everyone knew they could count on him when things got tough.

One particularly memorable moment happened when a teammate’s car broke down on the way to an event. Without hesitation, Mark pulled over and helped them out, offering both moral and physical support. His willingness to put others before himself was something that endeared him even more to his friends and fans.

Fan : “Mark is always there to help others—whether it’s on the track or in life. That’s what makes him a true champion.”

23. Mark Loves Gifts

It wasn’t just about receiving gifts for Mark—it was about the joy he got from giving them as well. Whether it was a surprise trinket for a friend or a thoughtful gesture for a teammate, Mark had a special way of showing appreciation through gifts.

Once, on a random day chatting with Charles, Mark surprised him with a small, hand-crafted piece of artwork from a local artist. The thoughtfulness behind it made Charles smile, even though he tried to play it cool. Mark’s love for giving gifts wasn’t about grand gestures—it was the personal, meaningful ones that made an impact.

Fans adored Mark’s love for gifting:

Fan : “Mark, I swear, you give the best gifts! I wish I was in your friend circle! 😅”

24. Mark’s Intelligence

Mark was often underestimated because of his charming personality and good looks, but his intelligence was sharp, especially when it came to the technical aspects of racing. On one occasion, during a team meeting, he made an insightful remark about his car’s handling. The engineers, initially skeptical, soon realized that Mark’s observation was spot-on. It helped them adjust the car’s setup, and the results spoke for themselves.

His quick mind and ability to see things others didn’t set him apart. Mark wasn’t just a pretty face; he was a racer who understood the mechanics behind the wheel, and he wasn’t afraid to share his knowledge.

Fan : “Mark’s not just a heartthrob, he’s brilliant too. Who knew? 🙌”

25. Mark’s Way of Treating People

Mark treated everyone around him with respect and kindness, no matter their status. He didn’t put himself on a pedestal, and he always put the needs of others first. Whether it was a team member who needed encouragement or a fan who just wanted to talk, Mark was always ready with a smile, a listening ear, and an open heart.

This trait was one of the reasons why Mark had such a large, loyal fanbase. It wasn’t about the fame or the trophies—it was about the way he made people feel.

Fan : “I swear, if there’s anyone who deserves all the love he gets, it’s Mark. He’s just… perfect.”

26. No Ego

Despite being incredibly wealthy, Mark never let it define him. While many people might flaunt their riches, Mark preferred to live a life free from the trappings of wealth. Although his cockiness, he never showed off his money to feel superior, a trait that set him apart from many in the racing world.

When asked about his looks during a media interview, Mark’s answer caught everyone off guard. The question was simple: “Is Mark Spencer the hottest guy on the grid?”

Most of the drivers, who were asked the same question, enthusiastically selected "strongly agree," laughing off the question. But Mark, true to his nature, was the only one who picked "strongly disagree." His modesty was striking.

Mark: “Nah, I think I’m average at best. But, seriously, have you seen Charles? or Max? He’s got the looks to turn heads. I’m just lucky to have good genes.”

His humble response surprised everyone, and his admiration for Charles didn't go unnoticed. It wasn’t just a comment—it was a genuine appreciation of others, showing that Mark wasn’t just kind, but also self-aware. His humility added to the layers of charm he already carried, reinforcing why so many people loved him.

27. His Tongue Works Faster Than His Brain

Mark was known for his quick wit, but sometimes his temper and mouth got the best of him, especially during races. On the radio, he was notorious for his colorful language and fiery temper.

During one particularly intense race, Mark’s frustration was evident to anyone listening as he vented over the radio:

Mark (on radio): “I hate this stupid f####ng track!”

Mark (on radio): “That son of a b**—why the f##k did the rain have to start now?!”

Mark (on radio): “This M#########ing tires! Ugh!”

His outbursts often resulted in penalties or fines, but they also became somewhat of a trademark for him. While other drivers might have kept their frustrations under wraps, Mark let it all out—no filter, no holding back.

When asked in a more relaxed interview about who the best driver on the grid was, Mark initially gave a cocky answer:

Mark: “I mean, come on… it’s obviously me. I’m the best, right?”

He paused, realizing how arrogant he sounded, then broke character, chuckling awkwardly.

Mark (laughing): “Okay, okay, just kidding. Seriously though, everyone on the grid is super talented. It’s an honor to race with them.”

Despite the initial bravado, Mark always knew how to acknowledge the talent of others, even if his temper occasionally got the better of him. His honesty, both in his outbursts and his genuine respect for his fellow drivers, gave fans a glimpse into his unapologetic, yet humble nature.

28. Mark's Respect for All in F1

Mark respects literally everyone on the grid. He never sees himself as "above" anyone, no matter how talented he is. When asked in interviews, "Who’s your inspiration?" he never gives a singular answer. Instead, he speaks about every driver on the grid, from Charles to Max to rookies like Oscar and veterans like Lewis. He believes that each of them brings something unique to the sport, whether it’s Max’s raw speed, Charles’ precision, or Lewis’ leadership.

But Mark's admiration goes beyond the drivers. He also highlights the hard work of the engineers, data analysts, and pit crew. He knows that racing is a team effort, and he refuses to let their efforts go unnoticed. His words often sound something like this:

"I can’t name just one inspiration. Look around — Charles, Max, Lewis, every driver here is incredible in their own way. But it’s not just us on track. The engineers, the data analysts, the pit crew — they’re all part of it. I wouldn’t be here without them."

This humility and respect are part of why Mark becomes so beloved by fans, drivers, and the F1 community as a whole. It also sets him apart from the "cocky" image some initially believe he has. Even Charles, who initially saw Mark as a self-absorbed rookie, slowly started to recognize this deeper side of him.

Charles’ Final Realization

As the day wore on, Charles couldn’t ignore the growing knot in his stomach. He loved Mark. But it wasn’t just love—it was something more. It was jealousy, too. Mark’s charm wasn’t reserved for Charles alone. He was loved by everyone. He had a special bond with his teammates, his fans, even his rivals. And Charles? He was just one of many.

The way fans gushed over Mark, the way he could connect with anyone and make them feel seen—it was a gift, and one that Charles couldn’t help but envy. He wanted to be the one who mattered most to Mark, but he wasn’t sure he was the only one.

That night, as they sat together in their hotel room, Charles glanced at Mark, who was laughing about something with Lando, his voice light and carefree. For a moment, the realization hit him: Mark wasn’t just loved by everyone, he belonged to everyone. And Charles wasn’t sure if he could handle that.

Charles (thinking to himself): Why do I feel so jealous? Why do I want him all to myself?

But Mark didn’t seem to notice the shift in Charles’s mood. Or, if he did, he wasn’t saying anything. All Charles could do was watch, quietly contemplating his own feelings—feelings that were quickly becoming more complicated than he was ready to admit.

And there it was: Charles realized why he loved Mark. But, equally, he realized why he hated him for it. Mark was a magnet for affection, and Charles didn’t like sharing the spotlight. Because, deep down, Charles knew—he wanted to be the one who mattered the most to Mark. As the day wound down, Charles tried to reconcile his feelings. Mark was infuriatingly perfect, and everyone seemed to adore him. But the thought of Mark being this way with anyone else—of smiling, singing, or leaning his head on someone else’s shoulder—made Charles’s stomach churn.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew deep down: Mark wasn’t just Mark.

He was Mark, the man Charles was falling for. The man he hated but loved at the same time. He loved these qualities in Mark but hated him for the same as others also admire him for the same reason and he wanted Mark all to himself.

And that was both the best and worst realization of the day.

(Dividers by @omi-resources & @adornedwithlight )

[fawndollie]

𝓓𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂-𝒛

this is JUST for my favicon posts. if needed, i'll make a masterlist for blinkies, stamps etc

( PART 2 )

tip: use "command F" and type in the keyword you're looking for, so it's easier to navigate !!

𝓕ood + 𝓓rink ୨ৎ

fresh produce

fruit

apples // part 2

bananas

citrus fruits

strawberries

vegetables

nothing yet .ᐟ

sweets

choco and strawb // part 2

desserts

flan / pudding

ice cream

pastries

pink sweets

savoury

fast food

sushi

drinks

hot chocolate

milk

tea / coffee

𝓕lora ୨ৎ

assorted plants and flowers

beetles and plants

flowers

roses

yellow and orange flowers

𝓕auna ୨ৎ

sea creatures

jellyfish

sea creatures

sharks

squid, octopus and orcas

turtles

insects and arachnids

bees (and bears)

beetles and plants

bugs and plants // part 2

cockroaches

ladybugs

mammals + marsupials

bats (+ vampires)

bees and bears

bunnies // part 2

bunnies and deer

cats

deer

dogs // part two // part three // part four

foxes

hedgehogs

monkeys

orange bears

pandas

pink bears

poodles

ponies

sheep

tigers

rodents

nothing yet .ᐟ

avian

birds

ducks

flamingo

penguins

fantasy

dragons

𝓞bjects ୨ৎ

instruments

guitars

pianos and music notes

beauty

perfume

unsorted

jewels // part 2

stationary // part two

umbrellas / parasols

weapons

𝓢easons ୨ৎ

summer

pink summer

summer one , two , three , four

winter

snow

winter

spring

spring

autumn

nothing yet .ᐟ

𝓗olidays ୨ৎ

halloween

bats + vampires

blood n guts

ghosts + demons

skulls

zombies

valentines

valentines day

christmas

christmas cats

easter

nothing yet .ᐟ

𝓤nsorted ୨ৎ

nature / natural occurrences

clouds / lightning

oceans

space // part 2 // part 3

stars

vehicles + mobility

trains

wheelchairs

random

boops

[impsandstars]

Post Mastermind Ficlet: Come color with me. (Ao3 link)

Blitz tapped his foot impatiently, watching the company printer slowly spit out each page.

When it was finally finished he grabbed the stack, gently placing it within his shoulder bag before turning to Moxx and Mills.

“Night you two. Don’t get up to anything I wouldn’t doooo.”

Moxxie rolled his eyes but Millie waved at him, giving him one of those intense looks again.

“Night B…remember we’re just a phone call away if you need anything.”

Blitz nodded, giving her a small sincere smile, more grateful for that than he could say aloud but he knew she understood.

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Blitz walked into the apartment quietly, immediately looking over to the small kitchen table to see Stolas sitting there, eyes still a bit vacant but the plate in front of him was half finished of the leftovers Blitz had left him and he would take any victory, no matter how small.

“Hey Stols.” He greeted his bird, smile widening when Stolas looked his way and the barest of smiles lit his face.

Baby steps.

Blitz held up his bag and shook it a bit, “Brought us an after dinner activity. Up for it?”

Stolas nodded, taking his plate and mug to the kitchen to rinse out.

Blitz grabbed his box of colored pencils from the small cabinet next to the front door and then spread out all the pages he had photocopied onto the table.

Each page had a random assortment of doodles of his horse ocs that he had been accumulating over the years. He smiled proudly at them all.

A few days ago he had read offhandedly that doing art could be therapeutic, something to do with mindfulness or some shit and wondered if it may help Stolas. He didn’t know if his bird liked to draw or color but it was worth a shot.

Blitz sat down, shuffling through a few pages, and picked out one of the ones he drew a few months ago of Sand Castle, the tall lesbian horse who hated oranges.

Blitz selected a light brown colored pencil and just began to add color to Sand Castle's mane when Stolas sat back down across from him. Blitz tried his damnedest not to watch Stolas’s every move and silently sighed with relief when the man began shuffling through the page.

There was a soft hum a few moments later that did bring Blitz’s eyes up.

In Stolas’s hand was a drawing Blitz had drawn of Stolas as a horse. Spindly legs, long neck, fluffy all around and a little top hat to complete the look. He had totally forgotten about that one.

“Is this me?” Stolas asked softly and Blitz wanted to jump up and down because Stolas was smiling and he looked amused and it was because of Blitz. Who needed Sinsmas gifts when Blitz was practically on cloud nine just watching his bird smile.

“Yup! There should be one of me somewhere in there too. You should be honored, I don’t draw just anyone as a horse you know.”

Stolas’s smile widened, eyes softening and Blitz had to fight down the urge to kiss him again. Not that he had been making a habit of doing it while Stolas was sleeping (okay he had done it three more times but in his defense Stolas had been extra fluffy on those days and was practically asking for it).

“Thank you Blitz.” And once again Blitz could hear the depth to that thank you, understood that it was conveying far more than just bringing some coloring book pages for them to do for the evening.

Blitz shrugged but waited until they made eye contact to say, “It’s no trouble at all," hoping Stolas would also understand what he was trying to say.

It seemed to as Stolas’s eyes got a little misty, his shoulders finally seeming to relax since Blitz arrived home.

They continued coloring for the next few hours, Stolas picking up random pages and asking Blitz to explain who each horse was as he colored them in.

Every chance he got he would try to spin some outlandish story about the inner relationships of his horses to try to make Stolas laugh and although most of the time Stolas just smiled, he did get a few chuckles which made his heart race every time.

They would get through this. Together. One evening at a time.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

For Eternity, Chapter 4

Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult - this fic contains content inappropriate for minors. Chapter Warnings: Discussions around consent in relation to the porn industry

@impulsivethoughtsat2am Was darling enough to beta <3 Many thanks, Dearheart.

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Masterlist AO3 KoFi

~~~~~<3

Trusting Vox had been a mistake. 

Isabel sat, head in her hands as she cried softly. Her throat was raw from the sobs that had ripped through her the day before. The price of Vox’s help was far more than she could pay and yet, what choice did she have? 

“Isabel!” Vox’s booming voice filled the small apartment he had presented her with. “Doll, why such the long face? I’ve brought you some guests! You wouldn’t want to be rude to our guests?”

Our guests. 

Vox had this whole fantasy constructed in his head where she sold her soul to him in exchange for knowing the fate of her dear Husband. He was confident that she wouldn’t regret selling her soul for the information. He was even more confident that she would grow to love him in her husband’s place, just as soon as she realized her darling husband didn’t want her. 

She knew he knew. He teased it all the time. He hinted at a man who’s love for his wife in life had long since died, hinted at a monster that would rather remove her from existence than see her again. Much to his dismay, regardless of what he would say to her, she would not yeld. 

“This, my dear, is my partner!” Vox held his hand out to the tall purple man dressed in a strange cape and looking what could only be described as tacky. “Valentino.” 

The man held the same look on his face when he looked at her, eyes roaming over curves and features, as Adam did. Just another body to put under him, not seeing the person for who they were and the heart they had. 

“Angel,” The man thing folded, taking her hand from where it rested in her lap and kissing it softly before licking a pink trail up her forearm, “An absolute delight.” 

“My name is Isabel,” she tried to sound braver than she felt. 

“You see,” Vox pulled her up from the couch by her elbow as she tried to wipe off the pink saliva, “Isn’t she just perfect?”

As Vox spun her, she tripped over her feet. The ends of her wings brushed what random assortment of items Vox had decorated the coffee table with off, clattering to the floor in a mess as they flared out in an attempt to right her balance. 

“She could make us a lot of money,” Valentino sang the last word as his eyes ran up and down her body again. “And she is unspoiled?” 

Vox shrugged, “I haven’t touched her yet.” 

They were talking about her as if she was an object. There was nothing more she wanted to do than yank herself from Vox’s too large hands and run for the window. Leaping, she would fly through the sky and be free again, cuts from the broken glass a small price to pay. 

But it wasn’t any use. 

The windows did not open and she had spent much of the night trying to break them without causing so much as a scratch to the surface. The only way she was going to get out of the tower was if they let her walk out. 

“She was married in life?” Valentino looked like he was appraising meat as he looked at her. “So she’s not totally untouched. She could have taken lovers in Heaven too, no?” 

“That’s the kicker, she’s utterly devoted to her husband! She’s been waiting for him like a good little wife but he never joined her.” Vox laughed, enjoying every moment of her torture as his fingers danced over the plush feathers of her wings. He pulled her back to his chest, holding her to him with a arm around her shoulders, slotting his torso between her wings. 

“Did you take lovers while you waited, Little Bird?” Valentino’s eyes seemed to glow from behind the ugly heart shaped glasses he wore. 

“No,” Struggling against Vox’s grip got her nothing but a tighter press against him, 

“So devoted, she came all the way to hell to find her husband.” Again, Vox laughed as if he was in on some secret joke. 

“And who is her husband?” 

“Alastor!” 

“Alastor had a wife?” Valentino blinked in shock, leaning back from her for a moment as if she would sting him if he got too close.

“One that made it into Heaven!” 

“Surely it’s not the same-”

“How many Alastors do you know?” Vox was having the time of his afterlife, grabbing her hand and forcing her to dance with him, back pressed tight to his chest. 

Closing her eyes, Isabel tried to focus on what she’d learned. They knew an Alastor and only one. It wasn’t a common name, in all her years both alive and dead, she had never encountered another. That wasn’t to say it was impossible but she had to cling to the hope that they were right, that it was her Alastor. 

If they had reason to have such negative feelings toward her husband, surely they would brag about what they had acquired. Arrogance and bragging seemed to be their style. 

Perhaps Alastor would find out. Maybe he would come for her. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe they were lying. 

If she was going to get through this, she needed to cling to that hope. It would all be worth it if it meant that she could be with her Alastor again, even for just a moment. It had to be worth it.

~~~~~<3

“Charlie?” Vaggie called from the couch she sat on, “Come take a look at this?”

“What’s up?” Charlie plopped down next to her girlfriend who angled the phone for her to see the screen better. 

They had been busy since the Extermination battle. Every waking moment was spent rebuilding and healing. Only now, after a week did they have a chance to slip back into normalcy and do something as mundane as looking at the news they had missed. 

“That’s an angel.” Vaggie whispered as Charlie took in the picture of a woman, large white wings and long dress being lead into Vee Tower by Vox himself. “Why does Vox have an angel?” 

“That’s not good.” Charlie recognized her in an instant, “Ohhh that’s not good.”

“I feel like that’s a bit more of a ‘not good’ than appropriate, what do you know?” 

“I could be wrong,” Charlie didn’t think she was but she certainly wanted to be, “But that looks like the woman we met in Heaven.”

“Alastor’s-”

“My what?” The man materialized in front of them, grin spreading at how they jumped, sending the phone in the air only to clatter to the ground, face down. He spared it a glance, eyebrow raised before directing his attention to the two woman he had caught speaking of him in hushed voices. 

“Your… jambalaya! Would be really good to have for dinner!” Charlie answered with a wide grin of her own. 

Not telling Alastor wasn’t an option but they needed to be sure. They needed to know for sure. They couldn’t see her face in the picture. There was no need to start a war if it wasn’t even her. 

But really, would Alastor care? He had swept aside the idea of being reunited with her as a reward for redemption as if it was unimportant. 

~~~~~<3

The door to her prison apartment opened, startling Isabel out of her daze. She’d been alone for the last two days and was torn between wanting Vox to return in order to have some sort of interaction or never seeing him or the man he had brought with him again. 

Scrambling to her feet, she peered across the living space, unsure of what to expect. Vox had what seemed to be volatile moods that set the tone for his visits. It wasn’t Vox who walked through the door however. 

Valentino had returned, the last person she had wanted to see. Along with him was a tall pink man with four arms and covered in fluff. He wore a pink blazer that almost matched his fur color and the smallest pair of black shorts she had ever seen. The short shorts contrasted with the tall black boots he wore, making him look somehow both covered up and exposed at the same time. .

The kindness in his eyes contrasted with the sharp hunger in Valentino’s. 

“I brought you a friend, little bird. I figured you’d be getting lonely, Vox being so busy,” Valentino presented the pink man- was it a man?- as if they were a prize. 

“Heya, Toots,” he said and you were sure then that he was a he, at least in the conventional sense. 

“This is Angel Dust, It’s best that you get to know eachother. You’ll be working closely together soon, after all!” Valentino laughed, “Very closely indeed.”

She didn’t expect to be left alone with the strange new man. Fear surged through her as her eyes bounced between him and the closing door as it latched shut behind Valentino. Holding her breath, she waited for the new man to make some sort of move, to say something to set the tone of their interaction. 

“You can relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” Angel said, walking around the space like he owned the place. “Got any drugs? Drinks?”

“No?” She hesitated as he made himself comfortable on the couch. 

“You’re like a damn deer in the headlights! Do you even know what’s going down? Damn.” “No, they haven’t told me anything.” 

“Well, fuck me.” Angel Dust ran a hand down his pink face, “You’re going to want to sit down.” 

She did, perched on the edge of the couch to allow her wings room to breath behind her. While he gathered whatever thoughts he needed to gather, she waited, watching his face morph with the thoughts in his head. He seemed nice enough at least but Vox had seemed nice at first too. Trusting her first judgements was what got her into this situation. 

“I’m a porn star,” Angel Dust started and her eyebrows shot up toward her hair at the interesting choice in leading statement. “A pretty famous one, if I do say so myself. And I do.” 

“Oh, okay…” Isabel wasn’t sure what the appropriate response to that declaration was. 

“Valentino is king of the porn district,” Angel Dust really wanted her to figure it out herself. He didn’t want to have to tell her this but she just blinked those amber eyes at him. 

“His outfit makes so much more sense now.” 

“That’s what you’re taking from this?” Angel Dust ran a hand through his fluffy pink hair. “Look, I’m going to just say it. Vox is giving Val permission to use you in his productions. I don’t know why, he usually keeps his toys separate.”

“Use me in one of his productions? What does that mean, exactly?” She didn’t think it would mean holding the mic or adjusting lights but it surely couldn’t mean... 

“You’re going to star in a production, at least one, maybe more.” Angel Dust hated how dirty this was all making him feel, “With me.”

“With you?” She shot up off the couch, “A pornographic film?” 

“Hey, I’m in demand, I’ll have you know!” Angel Dust tried to joke but it fell flat. “Look, you can either agree to do it and do it willingly or Val will force us. I don’t- That’s not my thing. I don’t want to be a part of that. Hell, I’m not even into women or being the top for that matter-” He was starting to ramble.

“I can’t,” She ran her fingers through her hair.

“You are not going to have a choice,” Angel Dust stood, wanting to offer comfort but not sure how. “I will do everything I can to not hurt you but unless you know how to change Vox’s mind, we’re going to do it.” 

“I can’t,” She repeated, pacing the space. “I’m married, I can’t. Even if I wanted to, I can’t.” 

“You’re married?” Angel Dust was taken aback, “Why’s everyone married all of a sudden? That’s some antique shit. Come on, sit down and let’s talk this shit out. I’ve been here awhile. What’s your name?”

~~~~~<3

Angel Dust felt like the dirtiest sinner in all of Hell as he dragged his ass through the hotel doors and he hadn’t even done anything yet. He had gotten to spend an hour with the angel Isabel and made no progress toward obtaining anything remotely close to her consent, let alone agreement for willing participation in the planned production. 

That was part of what Val wanted though. That sick fucker didn’t care if she was willing. Hell, if she wasn’t the film would sell for even more. He wasn’t sure there were enough drugs in all of Hell for him to bury the guilt if he was forced to-

“Angel!” Charlie had been waiting for his return. 

Her eagerness caught him by surprise. She wasn’t one to wait up for him though it wasn’t uncommon for her to be in the lobby. Maybe it was his own guilty mind but he had hoped to slip to the bar, get a drink and hide away.

“Heya,” He side stepped to try and make it to the bar but Charlie was hot on his heels. 

“I just have a feeew questions for you,” Charlie reached out, grabbing one of his hands to pull him to a halt. 

Knowing this wasn’t something he was going to get out of, he sighed and said, “What’s up?”

“A far as you recaall,” This was off to a great start, “If any of the Vee’s have any new, shall we say, winged-”

“Yeah, Vox has a pet angel. Can I please drink now? Today was kind of shit.” 

“Oh, Good!” Charlie clapped her hands before reconsidering her reaction, “Not that that’s good good, just that that’s what I wanted to hear. Not that I WANTED to hear that-”

“Find the point and get to it,” He was far too sober to be dealing with this shit right now. 

“What do you know about her?” Vaggie stepped in, saving them both from the rambling. 

“Big amber doll eyes and totally devoted to her husband. It’s gonna make shit hard for her, she’s not playing ball for Vox or Valentino.” 

“What’s her name?” Charlie asked.

“Isabel, she said. Isabel Dupont. Why?”

“I beg your pardon?” Static violently tore through the room as lights flickered and shadows deepened, growing and spreading like spilled ink.

~~~~~<3

Tag list: @preciousbabypeter, @catticora, @alastor-simp, @alastorthirsty

[door]

ok some nice things to balance the badweird vibes of today

got a perfume at a local store my sister-in-law loves to visit that i never would have gone to on my own and i looooove it. exciting new facet of my identity

also that store carries the best brand of socks in the world (le bon shoppe). amazing stuff. like 4 blocks from my house

stopped at a farm stand on my way home from the beach and got a random assortment of fruit. specifically sought out varieties of apples you don't see in stores and chose two with very fall-ish names. just ate one. very good. like a slightly tarter honeycrisp

getting better at recognizing my backyard birds by song

my shower has the best water pressure in the world

started reading a queer cozy mystery series and it's great. cozy mysteries are sometimes quite quite bad, so this was a real win

[pareidoliaonthemove]

Where's Mine?

It was a blessed break in rescues, and Virgil was taking the opportunity to restock his personal snack stashes.

The most important ones would be in Thunderbird Two – both in the cockpit and cunningly secured in the various pod bodies. Rescues could be both arduous and time-consuming, and there was rarely the chance for a proper meal. Their ‘official’ ration bars and packs were all well and good, but each of the Tracys had their own preferences.

Scott’s personal snack stashes were aboard Thunderbird One (and Thunderbird Two, Virgil had found them – and occasionally ‘appropriated’ part as a ‘transport tax’). And were, unsurprisingly, apple-pie themed. Apple-pie flavoured protein bars, apple-pie flavoured cakes, apple-pie flavoured chewing gum, apple-pie flavoured fruit/custards, and one time, even mini-apple-pies in a cold box.

Gordon’s snacks were his ubiquitous Celery Crunch Bars, a left-over from his calorie-controlled Olympic training diet. The noxious green bars (as well as their wrappers and crumbs) occupied Thunderbird Four – and Thunderbird Two. Gordon didn’t bother trying to hide his snack stash – nobody else would eat the disgusting things. And that went double for his ‘cheese’ spray cans.

John’s ‘stash’ was no secret. Thunderbird Five’s kitchen pantry was filled to bursting with bagels – and chocolate. Grandma had long despaired of the astronaut’s diet, and had threatened – numerous times – to blockade John’s supply line and only allow whole fruits and vegetables into orbit. John’s vowed retribution of stopping production of her precious soap operas quickly shut down any attempts to interfere with his diet.

Alan’s snacks were a diabetic crisis waiting to happen. High energy, high sugar snacks graced Thunderbird Three (and Thunderbird Two – Virgil was beginning to think his precious ‘Bird was considered as little more than a mobile snack shack), a rotating roster of brands as Brandon ‘The Bear’ Berringer lost and gained new sponsors. The only exception was the venerable ‘Spaceman Food’, based on NASAs food rations in the early days of manned space exploration.

All the brothers had gone through a phase of hoovering up the highly processed ‘snacks’. Virgil had a memory of insisting that his father eat them constantly – thinking that they were what he ate in space, and not wanting his father to be ‘unhappy’ on Earth. Jeff, whose orbital diet was much better than those early pioneers’, choked down the bars to humour his son. Lucy had finally taken pity on her husband, and convinced Virgil’s younger self that when he was in space his father missed ‘Earth food’, but couldn’t take it into space, so when at home he should be left to eat the same as the rest of the family.

Virgil’s own snacks tended to be more varied. Although there was a definite trend towards coffee-flavours, it wasn’t exclusive. At various times, there could be pre-packaged cakes and cookies, protein bars, dried fruits, chocolates, and various sweets. An outbreak of pilfering from Virgil’s stash had been combated by the inclusion of chocolate-covered grasshoppers, candied ants, and meal-worms with various chip flavours. All of which hadn’t been too bad, Virgil thought. His brothers’ disgust was misplaced, food was food, after all. And good food was good.

And Virgil liked trying new things, so he scoured the online market places for small businesses with interesting, shelf-stable snacks to compliment his tried and true favourites. As he sat on his bedroom floor with the various boxes and containers around him, he was pleased with the assortment this time.

He was sharing out the various incoming supplies to boxes to replenish his various snack stashes. Thunderbird Two – the Pods – his Workshop in the Hangars – Studio – and his ‘Official’ stash in the Villa’s pantry.

The klaxon blared, and John’s hologram popped up. “International Rescue, we have a situation.”

Virgil jumped up, grabbed a box at random, and hurried out of the room.

The situation was in Cairo, a massive sinkhole had opened up beneath four residential blocks of flimsy high-rise buildings at approximately breakfast time. The death toll was massive even before International Rescue had been contacted. All that was left to them was to stabilise the edges to prevent it enlarging beyond the six blocks it had consumed by the time International Rescue had taken control of the Danger Zone, before trying to extract the pathetic few lifesigns before they too blinked from existence.

The heat was intense. It was now noon in the middle of the northern hemisphere’s summer, and the temperature had surpassed the 35 degree Celsius mark hours ago.

The air conditioning in the Pods were good, but it had its limits, and Virgil’s gecko pod had reached it over an hour ago. He was hot, tired, hungry, and still had hours of work to be done.

A moment of realisation had him reaching for a compartment built into the side of the pod body, where he had stashed a handful of the snacks he had brought with him.

Without looking he had fished one out, and brought up into his eyeline. It was a freeze dried ice-cream, a ‘Paddle-Pop’ which was apparently an ‘iconic’ Australian treat.

Virgil had had no idea what flavour ‘rainbow’ was supposed to be, but the concept had been intriguing, and he eagerly tore open the packet now, and, considering, decided to start at the top, sticking part of the treat into his mouth.

It was, he decided, a kind of bubblegum flavour, and the sweetness was welcome, even if he wasn’t convinced by the texture. It had a kind of chewy, gluggy marshmallow feel to it, and Virgil quickly decided that he would let it slowly dissolve in his mouth.

He wondered idly if he could break the remainder into bite-sized pieces for future use, as he refocused on what he was doing.

John’s hologram flared into life in front of him. “Virgil–” John performed a comic double-take as he saw the ice cream in Virgil’s mouth. “Uh, do you have an estimate for when we can commence retrieval operation?”

Virgil eyed his readouts, and performed a couple of quick mental calculations. “Another half to three quarter hour,” he said, pulling his snack from his mouth by its stick. “Alan will be able to start pulling large rubble out of the way with Thunderbird Two, Gordon and Scott can reconfigure the pods for gecko lift, and I’ll go in with my exo-suit. Local rescue to standby and receive victims and remains. We’ve just got to finish coating the bottom of the south-west sector.”

John nodded. “I’ll relay those instructions,” he promised, before giving Virgil another questioning look as the snack was stuffed back into his mouth.

Virgil was going to need a lot of energy, and fast.

An undetected weakness in a the section of the sinkhole that still had to be stabilised blew out Virgil’s projected timeline, and it was over an hour later before he climbed out of his pod in the relative coolness of Thunderbird Two’s module alongside Scott.

“Hey, Virgil! What config for the gecko lifts do you …” Scott’s voice trailed off at the sight of the ‘ice cream’ in Virgil's mouth, before deciding there were more important things to focus on. “Uh. Um. Should I set them up for claw or grapple?”

Once again, Virgil pulled the confectionery out of his mouth by the stick. “One of both to start with. If necessary, the other pod can be reconfigured, but until we start picking that mess apart, we won’t know for certain what we need.”

Scott nodded, and jogged over to the holographic controls, but not without giving Virgil a puzzled look as he shoved his treat a back into his mouth and headed towards his exo-suit.

The exo-suit was wrapped around him, locking into position, and he rolled his shoulders, stretching out before he started the physically intensive part of the rescue.

Jogging back towards the internal access, Virgil headed back to the cockpit, grunting in frustration when he couldn’t sit down wearing the exo-suit. He was going to be on his feet too long soon enough, and he would have liked to save whatever energy he could now.

Alan burst into the cockpit and beelined towards the pilots chair without acknowledging Virgil. Great. The kid was in a snit about being ‘left out’ again – Virgil sighed tiredly, Alan really should have learned by now that it wasn’t his age that had put him in the cockpit, it was his lack of specialisation in this type of rescue.

Alan triggered the comms even as he was adjusting the pilots seat. “Thunderbird 2 to Pods. Please update status.”

Scott’s voice came back immediately. “Thunderbird 2; Gecko Claw Pod. Clear.”

“Thunderbird 2; Gecko Grapple Pod. Clear.” Gordon chirped a handful of seconds later.

“FAB, Pods. Thunderbird 2 commencing lift off to take hover station above Danger Zone.”

Virgil was pleased to note Alan’s professional conduct over the comms. Maybe he had been wrong about the attitude? Maybe Alan was just tired.

“Thunderbird 2 in position. Standing by for extraction and to grab and lift designated targets.”

Alan cut the open comm line, before speaking again. “Alright, Virgil; where am I,” he glanced over his shoulder and started. The jolt went right down his arms and into Thunderbird 2’s control yoke, and she bucked enough that Virgil had to grab hold of the overhead grab bar to steady himself. “Shit, sorry. Um. Where am I dropping you off, Virgil?”

“Language,” Virgil said absently, once he had pulled his snack out of his mouth again. He glanced again at the holographic display of the top levels of the debris pile. “Right next to that two story chunk of apartment building in the centre. That’s my first priority location for search and rescue. That looks like it’ll have a high concentration of survivors.” He frowned. “I know solar power is better than any of the alternatives, but in a situation like this, it really messes with our close range sensors. I wish there was a way to remotely stop the battery discharge.”

Alan nodded. “Be careful. I don’t want to be digging you out again because your exo-suit shorted out with you in it.”

Virgil frowned. “Brains and I reworked the entire grounding system after that. It was a one in a billion chance.”

The little brother snorted. “Yeah, well, Scott had to make a supply run to the mainland for hair dye after that. I don’t wanna have to do the same.”

Virgil chuckled. “No chance, kiddo. You have to shave before you worry about that.”

He took two big bites of his treat, tucking the chunks into his cheeks hamster style before returning the snack to its package in his baldric, and setting his helmet in place and striding over to the floor hatch and locking his grasping claw onto the winch-fed safety line.

Alan double-checked their position. “Good to deploy, Exo-Suit.”

“FAB. Exo-Suit away.”

It was five, long, hot and dusty hours later when John finally called the rescue.

They hadn’t found anyone alive for the last three.

Virgil sighed as he hauled himself into Thunderbird Two’s pod to divest himself from the exo-suit.

No doubt there would be the usual recriminations. Why had they taken so long? Why had the spent the time shoring up the sides? Grieving families rarely understood that first the site had to be made safe for the rescuers. All they saw was people letting their loved ones die.

All they would see was the people who were supposed to save their loved ones flying away and leaving them.

Not all the missing had been accounted for.

Scott was going to have to pay PR another bonus after this one.

Virgil groaned as the weight of the exo-suit disappeared from around him, along with its support. It wouldn’t be the first time he hadn’t been able to stand upright once the framework had been removed from around him. He had learned quickly to leave his helmet on until after he knew he could stand upright.

It had taken a considerable bribe to buy John’s silence as to the exact cause of that broken nose.

Satisfied that he would remain upright, he removed his helmet, and took a deep breath. No matter how much Brains protested, the built-in filters gave the air a distinct taste, and it was a relief to breathe the fresh air of the module.

His stomach gave a growl as he stepped into the internal corridors leading to the cockpit. Virgil idly wondered if he could convince Scott to pick up some takeaway on his way back to the Island as he once again pulled the freeze-dried ice cream from his baldric and stuck it back in his mouth.

John was on the comms as he gained the cockpit. “...giving you a heads-up, Alan. Scott’s already told me to remote pilot Thunderbird One home. Given the duration and environmental conditions of this one, he doesn’t want to risk anyone flying alone. You’ll be taking shifts at the controls all the way back to Tracy Island.”

Alan snorted. “Yeah right. Scott and Virgil will have a hissy fight, Virgil will win ‘cause it’s his ‘Bird, Scott’ll sulk in the co-pilots seat, while Gordon and I are sent back to the bunks to ‘rest’, despite having done the least amount of physical work. Meanwhile, you’ll secretly have remote control and will be flying us home anyway.”

John smiled. “Maybe.”

Virgil flopped into one of the jumpsuits, shucking off his baldric and harness before pulling coverall uniform off his torso and tying the arms around his waist. “Nope,” he mumbled around the confectionery. “The Thunderbird Pilot you’re calling is not available. Please call again when he is conscious.”

Alan and John stared at him. “You okay, Virgil?” Alan asked, standing up to try feel Virgil’s forehead.

He batted the hand away. “Fine, Alan. Nothing that a good shower, a good meal, and a good sleep won’t fix. A good massage would be nice, too. Remember that place in Japan, Johnny?”

“I remember. The masseuse literally walked all over your back for an hour. I don’t know how you stand it. And don’t call me Johnny.” There was a question in John’s face as he considered Virgil. “Say, Vir–”

He was cut off as Scott stumbled into the cockpit to collapse groaning into a chair, followed by an altogether too energetic and bouncy Gordon who slammed, performing a comedic double-take when he noticed Virgil.

“What the seven seas, Big Guy? You have ice-cream and you’re not sharing? Dude, where’s mine? I thought these guys were kidding me! Where’d you even get ice-cream from, anyway?!”

Virgil closed his eyes as his three other brothers joined in on the chorus of questions and recriminations.

Maybe keep the freeze-dried ice creams for his studio in future.

Notes:

This one’s been sitting in my WIP pile for the last six months.

A co-worker had brought a freeze-dry set up and set up a little side-hustle selling freeze-dried snacks. I brought a packet of paddle-pops and amused myself at various loading sites, waiting a couple of hours and pulling out a freeze-dried icecream and sucking on it for the next four hours. In 40deg Celsius heat.

It’s the little things that make life worth living.

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the TOS or CGI Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

[eiraeths]

more assorted 141 headcanons

idk what really is considered a trigger warning or a content warning but there’s mentions of ocd tendencies and trauma responses. also the impending feeling of doom that comes with being a solider at war.

soap is a dirty charlatan. going back to my previous headcanon of him being a punk teenager he might of shoplifted from big companies and what not anyway since he’s an adult with responsibilities he doesn’t do that anymore. instead, it turned into making elaborate schemes whether it be a game of cards or pilfering random items from people only to give it back to them to see the shock or confusion on their face

ghost can pickpocket. him and soap once had a long game of who could steal the most stuff off of each other’s persons before the other notices. price had to put a stop to it after they got a little too over-zealous with it

ghost can sew and uses this skill for evil. he find out someone he doesn’t like is superstitious and he’s making a miniature effigy of them and terrorizing them with it. not in an explicit way either only implicit. probably makes it look just like them and leaves it where they can find it and its just mini them in a hazardous situation. no one but price knows it’s him.

gaz is super into formula one racing. he gets soap into it and tries to get price into it but price would rather watch football/soccer. price will still watch it with them but doesn’t understand a damn thing going on

soap is good with cars. bro is a full on mechanic. this may be because he wanted to see how many different ways he could turn a vehicle into a bomb and got really into the mechanical aspects instead. he still figured out the bomb stuff though

soap is very number oriented. counts ceiling tiles and passing cars religiously. may of stemmed from running out of bullets before. this could be seen as a trauma response compulsion or ocd compulsions tbh. feel like its not really an active thing he does but rather an action without conscious thought behind it

gaz once wore eyeliner and everyone short circuited because god DAYUM he’s hot. it was definitely lower lid heavy and pointed down or followed the tilt of his eyes

ghost is a bird freak and can mimic a lot of different bird calls. oh side snippet time y’all know that nursery rhyme about counting magpies? the one for sorrow two for joy? anyway thats very ghoap coded now i gotta write something with that. anyway ghost uses his powers of mimicry (its echolalia and we all know it is) to distract enemies in the field. like the assassins creed whistle except its just bird whistles. he definitely loves infodumping to the 141 when different birds cross their path. when soap learned about birds like great tits or blue tits he had a field day. ghost still hasn’t told him about other birds with vulgar sounding names for that very reason.

a nod back to my previous headcanon about soap collecting pretty rubble from explosions, the team adds onto this for him when they can. price finds him rubble with specific shapes (there was in fact a cock shaped one and price had an internal debate if he really wanted to give it to him knowing what it’d spark. never in his life had he heard so many dick jokes in such a short amount of time. he considered separating gaz and soap because of it. ghost ended up doing it for him by manhandling soap into a different seat and staring at him until he closed his mouth) gaz gets him rubble with specific patterns on them like mosaics and tile. ghost tries to find him specific colors whether it be one of each color of the rainbow or a single color with various shades and hues

ghost separates stuff by color. he mostly wears black but also has some clothes that are like dark blue or green. i don’t see him wearing warm colors at all no matter the shade

price once received a present of cigars from around the world and it’s one of his most prized possessions. even if he sticks to one brand (og price smoked villa claras so we’ll go with that)

gaz and soap make plans to build a race car despite knowing they’ll never get the time to do so. an entire journal of soap’s is dedicated to this car. its got blueprints of the body, motor, and electrical system.

ghost makes soap a quilt with the mactavish clan pattern (i forgot what the actual term is. tartan?) being the key focus and soap cries

all of them try to carry gum for soap (bro definitely got an oral fixation)

okay thats all for headcanons for now. any of y’all got headcanons for price or gaz i can steal and add onto cause its harder for me to come up with mundane things for them

[an0thergl1tch]

Remus headcanons because I am bored :

*This dude either had a giant ring of skeleton keys or can pick any lock because you know damn well you can’t keep him out of anywhere

*Logan and Remus trade information for fanfiction purposes “hey where is the safest place to stab someone I wanna give my main character trauma” “any place could kill a person however aiming for fatty areas of the stomach and thigh decreases the risk you will hit a major organ or artery” “thanks”

*Remus has every notification noise set to the Grindr ping, Janus has to silence remus’s phone when they go out in public.

*Remus doesn’t wear headphones when listening to music or watching videos in public he just plays it at max volume (he’s that dick, he would be that one guy walking around with a boombox.) He is not allowed the aux cord because otherwise he will play the raunchiest shit at max volume with all the windows down.

*Chronic iPad kid. Easiest way to shut him up is to give him a phone with angry birds on it.

*Clingy as hell, wants to go under your skin, is a biter. Also he’s fucking obsessed with fangs if you have fangs he will ask you to bite him.

*His room isn’t even scary it’s just shelves upon shelves of trinkets. Definitely has a sex toy collection somewhere though. He calls his room the sex dungeon to keep people from snooping around. Probably has a workbench somewhere with a sewing machine on it because he definitely is the type of punk to make ALL of his clothes. Makes a bunch of shit: jewelry, weapons, dolls, and probably has a assortment of taxidermy projects.

*Definitely into witchcraft and paganism, has multiple alters, some serious, some to random male celebrities Thomas has a crush on. Probably has some voodoo dolls stashed somewhere, among his very large handmade doll collection that may or may not of been due to Coraline.

*Oh he definitely has a fur suit somewhere in his room, your telling me this fucker doesn’t have one of those neon wolf fursonas, probably made it himself.

*So. Many. Scars. Half of them from Remus being a dumbass, half of them from Remus testing the limits of his immortality. “hmmm I wonder If jumping off the roof will kill me” “nope”

*Cannot take a compliment. If you compliment him he will immediately assume your trying to get in his pants. If you say it’s a compliment, he will malfunction.

*Fucking loves animals, all animals. ALL animals. Will try to pick up a wild bobcat. Along with his brother he also has the “all animals love me” Disney princess genes. Probably has befriended a murder of crows.

*Very good at making cocktails however you will be hammered after a single glass because he is quite heavy handed.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Personality Through Quotes

Thanks for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks!!! (here)

MY QUOTE IS: A quote about a weird habit they/someone else has.

YOUR QUOTE IS: A quote about your character's feelings about their world's government

Corah - "Hmm. Sometimes I tend to wake up in the middle of the night to stare at the stars. I don't know why, but it's very calming. I like to count out all the constellation Dad has taught me about and the tales about each one, and then I try to make up new ones until the stories get more and more chaotic and outlandish with each new one and then I go back to sleep."

Arammys - "I would say my weird habit is that, from time to time, I try making up stories in my mind, to replace the memories I don't have, and its come to the point that that habit's more like an intrusive thought rather than anything else and it concerns me. Like, I'll see someone on the street and immediatelly start imagining a whole backstory for how we might've met before and how they're my former best friend turned rival turned acquaintance - and the next thing I know I forgot what I was doing - But I'm normal, right? That's totally normal, right?"

Eidan - "I collect stuff! Genuinely. There's no real pattern to it and I don't really remember why I started. It's not an obsession or anything, just a hobby to distract me from stuff that might upset me. I'll just be walking down the riverbed and be like 'ooh that's a neat shell' and pick it up and add it to The Collection. I'll walk through the market and see a silk ribbon necklace on sale and I'll buy it and guess what, add it to The Collection. Anything that really stands out to me in some way makes it to my collection - but I have to really, really like the thing in order for it to be chosen. My collection of assorted knick knacks is as random as it is carefully curated. (smiles, actually proud of his collection)"

Nimwen - "Oh, neat! Not my weird habit, but my brother's - when he is upset he starts counting in Syllen, which is a local dialect from the city where we were born which nobody - except scholars and really really specific groups of people - really uses anymore. He also worries a lot and used to talk in his sleep - not anything concerning, just gibberish, but enough to wake me up every five minutes until I got used to it."

Rin - "People say I'm weird because I eat bugs and rodents. I don't think that's weird - they don't think it's weird for birds to eat those things, and my species is basically just a humanoid bird (okay, I'm an avian fey to be precise). Insects and rodents are a natural part of my diet, and people are the ones who need to stop being so sensitive to everything I do. Hey, is that a cricket?"

Tomasa - "Oh, my turn, my turn! I like to sing at the top of my lungs while bathing, even if I am admiteddly a bit off key I am having fun. I also like to go to taverns where no one knows anything about me and try to challenge the biggest dude in the place to a drinking contest! The look on their faces when I win is always priceless."

Masen - "Does using the bardic talents I hoped to one day be famous for to steal from my audience because I've had to become a thief instead count as a weird habit? That's not a rhetoric question, does it? I really wanna know, dude!"

Kyran - "I'm not really the kind of person who has 'weird habits', but if you really want to know... some of my inventions aren't exactly that legal, and they do have a tendency to... explode? But only on occasion, and sometimes to my favor, but you didn't hear it from me and you don't have any proof to tell anyone you heard this."

Maryon - "I like climbing to the roof of the towers of the castles - it's a beautiful and breathtaking view. I can see my whole city from there, covered in beautiful snow and blue ice, and the mountains of Tirawen are a small dot on the horizon. Occasionally, I'll see the outline of a dragon flying in the distance! I don't think it's a 'weird' habit, but it is certainly a risky one. I sometimes do this for fun, other times to escape from my duties when I want some peace and quite, haha"

Florynce - "I talk to the trees - and they whisper back at me! So do the flowers and the rocks and the rivers and the birds, and all of the forest! It says my blood runs through it."

Leora - "Don't tell anyone, or my reputation as the fearless underground leader might be at risk. But I still have my childhood plush toy and I can only sleep if I have it on my bed. It brings me comfort in a way little else does."

Elias - "Ooh, I have one hell of a list of weird quirks curated and stored straight from my brothers' childhood - Masen used to sleepwalk, until he one day he hit a wall and woke everyone in the house but not himself, Kyran one time got into an argument with an old lady at the market because they couldn't decide whether or not the scarf a vendor was selling was lilac or purple and turns out it was neither because it was pink, Masen used to cry whenever he heard a sad story involving dogs, Kyran said he hated the sea but turns out he didn't want to admit he was scared of sea monsters - want me to keep going? Because I can."

Tagging (gently, no pressure):@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @inky-duchess @late-to-the-fandom, @eccaiia @willtheweaver @littleladymab @cabbojage @lassiesandiego @little-peril-stories @oh-no-another-idea @thepeculiarbird @rickie-the-storyteller @crowandmoonwriting @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @gummybugg @forthesanityofstorytellers @doublegoblin @aalinaaaaaa @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @elshells @clairelsonao3 @anyablackwood @tabswrites @illarian-rambling and OPEN TAG

[calliesmemes]

RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS, ACT II

ASSORTED QUOTES FOUND IN FILMS, TELEVISIONS, MUSIC, AND LITERATURE.

CHANGE gendered words as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“   A great force is asleep in you. ”

“   All I ever think about is you. ”

“   All I ever wanted was to know what to do. ”

“   Am I a good man? ”

“   Are you going to kill me? ”

“   Becoming the villain isn’t the answer. ”

“   Can you prove it to me? ”

“   Did you really think that I would ever let you go? ”

“   Do you regret taking the vow? ”

“   It was like a switch was flipped. ”

“   Fear cuts deeper than swords ”

“   Forgiveness is different from absolution. ”

“   Have I explained away any part of my guilt? ”

“   Help me. Remind me why I am here. ”

“   How many have died because of my actions? ”

“   How often will you repent? ”

“   How strange this is! What is the meaning of it? ”

“   I appreciate your concern. ”

“   I am beyond repentance. ”

“   I am destroying myself so other people can’t. ”

“   I am doing no injury to anybody but myself. ”

“   I am nothing if not merciful. ”

“   I am so glad to see you! ”

“   I believe you are perfectly right. ”

“   I can’t help but give in. ”

“   I cannot agree with you there. ”

“   I doubt I will be pleasant company. ”

“   I doubt everything, even my doubt. ”

“   I feel as though I have been living a long, long time. ”

“   I fought so hard to free you… ”

“   I have betrayed everyone and everything I know. ”

“   I have survived, but I have not been spared. ”

“   I have this grief and I don’t know why. ”

“   I will do whatever you ask. ”

“   I will not be a caged bird. I will fly free. ”

“   I played my part in the plan. ”

“   I pledge myself to your teachings. ”

“   I’m like a collection of paradoxes. ”

“   I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel. ”

“   I’m not too gone to be healed, am I? ”

“   I'm not everything I want to be, but I'm more than I was, and I'm still learning. ”

“   I’m restless and harsh and hopeless. ”

“   I’ll do all that I can to make things right. ”

“   If I cannot be loved, I must be feared. ”

“   Is everyone in danger as long as I’m alive? ”

“   Is this fair? Is this just? ”

“   Is this what you wanted? ”

“   It ends as it began. ”

“   It would be impossible, I know. ”

“   It’s not my fault — I’m not to blame! ”

“   It’s been a long time since I’ve been me. ”

“   I’ve started this storm; gotta stop it somehow ”

“   Money can only give happiness where there is nothing else to give it. ”

“   My intentions were not always wrong. ”

“   None of this is your fault. It’s me and my head. ”

“   No harm will come to you! ”

“   Life is full of tough choices. ”

“   Please remove your blade from my throat. ”

“   Pity comes too late! ”

“   Save me from these evil deeds. ”

“   Sorry is not enough. Sometimes you actually have to change. ”

“   That behavior is quite inexcusable. ”

“   The end justifies the means. ”

“   The path of hate is a dangerous track. ”

“   This can only end one way. ”

“   This is why you never should’ve left. ”

“   There’s a revolution coming. ”

“   There’s trouble for all when there’s trouble for one. ”

“   They are not to be trusted. ”

“   What do you mean? ”

“   What is this fighting all about? ”

“   Where were you when I was still kind? ”

“   Why are they all trying to make me into a saint? ”

“   Why can’t you see me? ”

“   Would you like to punish those who wronged you? ”

“   You can’t trust a single thing I say. ”

“   You can’t run from this! ”

“   You changed me. You should remember me. ”

“   You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean that you were kind. ”

“   You don’t have to make a sound. ”

“   You have been loyal to a greater cause. ”

“   You know what’s best for me. ”

“   You were born for this. ”

“   You’ll always be a slave. ”

“   Your offer is meaningless. ”

“   You’re the one that I need. ”

“   You’re not as brave as you may seem. ”

“   You’ve gone too far! ”

[jellybeanium124]

thinking about the random assortment of movies that I watched 10 million times as a kid (you know Those Movies. the ones you had on tape or DVD or saved in the tivo and never deleted? yeah).

the incredibles: genuinely one of the best movies ever. oh my fucking gd is the incredibles a good movie. brad bird at the top of his game. pixar at the top of its game. this movie has only gotten better with time as I've grown up and was better able to understand bob and helen's arcs.

singing in the rain and the sound of music: I'm lumping these together because they are big over the top hollywood musicals. singing in the rain is insane. it's bonkers. it's amazing. I wanna make movies like that where there's random surreal musical numbers where the set design looks like the cabinet of dr. caligari. the sound of music is so stuffed with schmaltz but I love it. I love how schmaltzy and sugary and hammy it is. they're classics fight me.

grease: oh fuck. oh gd. oh my lord. where to begin with this one. when I was 15 or 16 I rewatched it after years of not seeing it and finally caught what they were singing about in "greased lightning" and that everyone thought rizzo was a pregnant slut and why are the high schoolers bald 40yo men??? also the message of that movie is learn how to fit in?? I've been scared to revisit it since. I'm scared it's worse than I remember.

young frankenstein: dick jokes. dick jokes everywhere. it ends on a dick joke, perhaps one of the best dick jokes of all time. my dad originally showed me this movie when I was 10. after I watched it again after a period of not seeing it for a long time I was like "DAD THIS MOVIE IS 30% DICK JOKES BY VOLUME!!!" and he was like "ya :D" what a classic. I should rewatch young frankenstein.

[urnumber1star]

OC Deep Dive Tag!

So sorry for taking so long to get to this one @mysticstarlightduck but thank you for tagging me anyway haha

I'll do the main trio for BRS! Michael, Ray, and Talia!

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Micheal: It’s a fairly common fear but Micheal has a crippling fear of doctors. He’s disliked them since he was a child but his dad always told him doctors were friends. That mindset changed very quickly after he became a hero.

Talia: Public speaking. She’s the least ‘popular’ member of her family so she’s grown accustomed to not being in the spotlight and when she is she doesn’t know how to act. 

Ray: Deep water. He doesn’t really know why. But if he ever has to be flying above water or visiting a lake he won't go in and it stresses him out. 

Do they have any pet peeves?

Micheal: People that think they’re better than everyone. Especially when they think they’re better just because they have money.

Talia: Sudden loud noises. Especially when she’s trying to paint something. It throws her off and then she has to take a break to figure out what happened.

Ray: Interruptions.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Micheal: His super suit, a police scanner, a little crystal Bianca bought for him (He doesn’t even like crystals but if Bianca gave it to him he’ll keep it till the day he dies)

Talia: An assortment of paper and pencils on the ground, her tablet, unfinished homework

Ray: Byte (His favorite robot), lots of computer monitors, old take out food

What do they notice first in a person?

Micheal: Their intentions. Micheal hasn't been a hero for long but he has long enough to guess if someone has bad intentions or not. 

Talia: Their clothes (She’s a bit of a fashion girly)

Ray: Their eyes. (When people are controlled by No One their eyes turn yellow. He always keeps that in mind.)

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Micheal: 9/10. He grew up in a bad part of the city and gets beat up all the time as a hero. He’s used to it.

Talia: 6/10 Sheltered rich kid but is trying to go out and help Micheal with his hero stuff more. 

Ray: 3/10. He’s a sheltered rich kid who lives in his basement.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Micheal: Fight

Talia: Flight

Ray: Fight

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Micheal: It’s only been him and his dad. His mom left when he was two and he never met the rest of her family.

Talia: Loves her family. It’s her, Ray, and her mom and dad but she’s also close to her extended family.

Ray: He’ll go to family events when he has to. But he likes his grandparents.

Have they broken any bones?

Micheal: Yes. Many times.

Talia: No. (Somehow)

Ray: Yes. 

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Micheal: A pretty friendly kid! He’s a little awkward and looks kind of disheveled but he seems nice!

Talia: Very difficult to describe. She doesn't really give you any room to talk. She just seems to like talking about random things she likes. But she’s not rude per say. I guess she’s nice enough?

Ray: Very quiet. Lets you do most of the talking but he always seems like he’s judging you.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Micheal: Night Owl

Talia: Morning bird

Ray: Night Owl

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Micheal: Hates cherry, loves bubblegum

Talia: Hates peanuts, loves birthday cake

Ray: Hates strawberry, loves cheese

Do they have any hobbies?

Micheal: Other than being the city's only hero he also dabbles in the guitar! His dad got him a beat up one when he was twelve and he loved it.

Talia: She’s my painter girl but she also does some scrapbooking sometimes.

Ray: He cooks. Very well. Talia and his dad can't cook for their lives. So it’s just him and his mom.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Micheal: Very very happy. May or may not cry. 

Talia: Very shocked and needs a second to recover then immediately starts partying.

Ray: He doesn't like surprises much. But if it’s just a few people that mean the most to him he’s just happy to be hanging out with them.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Micheal: No.

Talia: Definitely.

Ray: Once in a while if he feels like it.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Micheal: Messy.

Talia: Neat 

Ray: Neat

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Micheal: Tired, regret

Talia: Energetic, anxiety 

Ray: Tense, Determined

Man I forgot how much I love tag games. I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @illarian-rambling, @melpomene-grey +OPEN TAG <3