#does zinnia know i adore her

[leggerefiore]

Can I ask what hybrid you write Cogita as? And are there any hybrids you haven't talked about as much you could tell us about, whether just what hybrids you bc certain characters as, or hybrids you haven't written but would like to write?

Hmmm.... If you're talking about that last Togekiss Volo fic, the implication was meant to be that she was a Garchomp hybrid. You know, to better parallel Cynthia and all that. Actually, in the legendary AU she is Arceus. Giratina Volo gets to be her horrible child that is in time out until he stops being so pissy. He does truly adore her, at least.

For other hybrids... Well, they have been mentioned but Groudon Maxie and Kyogre Archie are some thing I would like to explore and write properly eventually. I have been more inspired recently so maybe soon. Mewtwo Giovanni is another... or a similar AU with a Mew hybrid reader and Mewtwo Silver. Xerneas Sycamore will come if they actually show more about ZA on the 27th.

Mmm... I think Galarian Slowking Avery would be cute. Also Centiscorch Kabu would be fun... Warm bug man. Some kind of hybrid for Cyllene sometime... Would have to think on what. Jellicent Lear has been written but I haven't posted it yet. Spooky jellyfish husband... Porygon Colress...? Nay, I shan't write such a thing. I go between making Steven Rayquaza in the legendary AU vs Zinnia. Steven being a sky god is really funny. He would eat rocks. He fits.

Not really a hybrid, but I've been debating writing Plumeria. I do kind of like her again.

A cursed thought is Delcatty Larry.

[crystalelemental]

Full tierlist is here, breakdown of A-tier. A-tier is excellent. I generally have a lot to work with here, often in headcanon territory but I also maintain a lot have good canon information to work with.

Cyrus: I adore this loser. I have written so many fics about just making his life worse by offering love and support. He is so fundamentally broken and I adore that. I think part of it is just...man, I can't even say I'd do different. I get it. He's making some points. They're not good ones, but they resonate.

Carmine: Carmine is the perfect embodiment of a genuinely kind bitchy teenager, and I absolutely adore her. Tremendous confidence into shaky friendships, but is genuinely trying to be compassionate even if she's not particularly great at it sometimes.

Cyllene: mother dearest. God I adore Cyllene. She was already a lot of fun, but when you're sent out of the village and she's giving her speech about being true to yourself even when others don't understand you it's like...oh, she gets it. Like, this is someone who is tremendously duty-bound, but will follow the morally correct action over duty's demand. Also she's a swordmaster whose partner is an Abra that relays information, and she's scared to death of bugs. Perfect.

Volo: Cyrus-style vibes with next levels of unhinged religious mania. And he's got a baby egg creature that he loves so so much. Volo's such a fun dude, he's got so much going on and it all just works so well. Even his stupid hair.

Nemona: Unlike the other two friends who only made it to B, Nemona's an easy top A. I adore Nemona, she is so much fun. Girl has so much autism, and it's honestly presented in a way that makes her incredibly distinct and enjoyable. You get the quirks, but you also get the occasional frustrations people have with her over her lack of social awareness and it's so good.

Lillie: My baby girl. Lillie's interesting in that she's the only one this high up the list I've never written in fic. I really like Lillie, I think she's great fun, but I honestly cannot generate ideas for her. She's the emotional heart of Gen 7, and as such has a lot that's been done, but it leaves little to fill in for her. She's just very good to me.

Steven: my man. I love this rock nerd. His friendship with Roxanne is a huge draw for me, and I think his general attitude is just a lot of fun. Honestly, while Zinnia doesn't really do it for me, I do love that she's so antagonistic and he'd borderline "I don't even know who you are." It's just endlessly funny to me.

Winona: Fantastic vibes as a Flying trainer, absolute space case per Masters, and honestly her "Day with" segment in Masters has me headcanon her as ace. The idea that someone is romantically interested does not once cross her mind, because why would anyone think that? It's gotta be for battling. I really like her.

Erika: Cute flower lesbian, little bit of a mean girl vibe going on given her teasing of Jasmine. Her constant love of napping is a whole mood, and she just has a great vibe.

Iono: Talk about a fucking top tier character design, my god. Iono just nails it. Honestly adore her streamer energy, she's perfectly unhinged, and her partner being Bellibolt is just divine. She's an astonishingly tough fight, too, and just...I really love Iono.

Lusamine: SuMo did everything I love about Lusamine, while USUM kinda ruined a lot of it. I like my Lusamine being terrible. She's at her most interesting when she's unrepentant and cruel, but has a history that makes you think hey, we can connect some dots here on how she got like this. Similar to Guzma, it's an excellent approach to cycles of trauma, and she lands perfectly for me.

Cogita: Look. We all know my type. Cogita rules.

Darach: Look. We all know who my #1 is. Darach is here because of them. I really like Darach, I love his association with Caitlin, I generally love the really loyal ones. And I adore that his teams feel very butler-like. Empoleon, Gallade, Staraptor, Entei; those are premier butler Pokemon.

Poppy: "Are you seriously telling me Poppy is your favorite Paldea E4 member?" Please await me completing a fanfic again for the Poppy one that hopefully explains why. It's pure headcanon but I love this kid. She's nine years old and super tiny, and her ace is a trollz doll with a hammer bigger than she is. That's great.

Rika: Needs no introduction, Rika is divine. I do think people sometimes get her deal wrong, though? Like, Rika is the heavy stickler for rules. She's not particularly flexible. But that's part of her fun. She's super goofy and mains a Clodsire for god's sake, but at the same time is kind of a stick in the mud sometimes. That's good contrast, I like her a lot.

Whitney: I think Whitney exuded a lot of personality in her debut. Being the type to get really upset about losing and forgetting to give you a badge over it is a massive presentation of character most gym leaders through the series don't get. She's quirky and fun and I like her a lot.

Hassel: Listen, this is a personal preference thing, but I like when they're just like "We need a sensitive man, make him exaggeratedly over-emotional and cry a lot." I don't know, it just lands with me. I know it's supposed to be caricature, but it actually lands as sincere to me, and I like him a lot for it. Also, of all the professors, his is the only approach to pedagogy I actually liked. Like, his class feels like the one I'd enjoy being in.

Opal: Absolute lunatic in a generation that felt like it lacked those, I adore Opal. Her entire deal is just wild. She's ancient and crumbling, is literally magic, kidnaps Bede to make him become her successor, astoundingly astute about how people are given her read on Leon and Sonia. Opal rules.

Brassius: Speaking of unhinged, I adore this dude. Literally jumps off a windmill to initiate battle, and is constantly screaming about art. Like, literally screaming at the top of his lungs. He's so dramatic. I am not one to ship, but I do love him and Hassel, this feels like such a dynamic to me.

Anabel/Looker: I'm clustering them together because they are also a dynamic. They're interesting independent of one another, but it's the close devoted partners thing that takes them over many others. I really enjoy their dynamic when I see others write it. I don't feel like I have a perfect handle on all their eccentricities together, but I can safely say they've never missed.

Laventon: The dad to Cyllene's mom, Laventon is just a super cool dude. I really like this guy. He's actually dedicated to science, does his best but is kinda shit at the core mechanic he needs for research, but is fiercely protective of the kids. He's fantastic.

Lysandre: Pure headcanon territory, Lysandre is just kind of an asshole in divine ways. I can't really get into it without writing an essay, go read this if you're curious. It's the explanation for Serena, too.

Akari: Actually a character in her own story who went through stuff and exhibits some personality. Super cute design, big fan. Sometimes it's just about what I'm projecting on.

Serena: See Lysandre, I think Serena's the protagonist with the most actual character to dissect.

Dawn/Kris: Literally just favorites. Dawn has goober status per Masters, Kris has nerd and rage status per the same.

Silver: Just a genuinely excellent rival. Silver does it well, being a jerk at the outset who learns and grows alongside his Pokemon to become stronger and happier for it. He maintains his edge, never getting too non-confrontational, but does genuinely start to like...ease up and open up. He's just a strong character arc done right.

[moccahobi]

May and June Reads

I know it isn’t the end of June but I am posting this anyways! It’s been a rough month and I am working on resetting and orienting so Imma imagine that posting this marks a new start for my reading log periods.  Last month, I read seven pieces and this month I managed to read ten! Which makes me quite happy! So many of my reads were stuff that I got consumed in and couldn’t step away from! There are truly so many amazing creations and I am so glad that I am exploring and reading them!

Two months ago when I last posted my reads, I talked about starting a schedule for fanfic reading... I’ve not. BUT! I did put fics that I already know I am interested in reading on my document and filled in everything other than my comments on it. This really helped me keep looking to reads. I plan to continue to putting fics I know I want to prioritize onto my bimonthly log when I find them because that helped so much!  I think it also helped me to mix up shorter pieces and longer pieces. I had two pieces that I read that were almost 50k (wow! In so much awe of the authors) and it really helped to have some smaller pieces that I could intersperse as well! It’s been so nice to mix my book reading with my fic reading and work fic reading in as little breaks from all that I am doing! 

If you all have any fics you rec me reading, please send them to me! I’d love to add to my TRL!

BTS MxR

Tongue Tied (Jungkook x Reader) ( @jeonqkooks )

“Jeez, you’re acting like I asked to peg you or something.”

Warnings: brief mentions of sex and drinking

18+

1.5k

Fluff, F2L, Neighbors AU

As an enjoyer of the tension right before a relationship starts, this fic gives such a good depiction of if! The tone is light hearted and the narration is funny. It's a great fic to brighten your day and rest with. So adorable! 

Sit. Stay (Seokjin x Reader) ( @daechwitatamic )

Your new puppy, Zinnia, has turned your world on its head. She’s ruined everything from your sleep schedule to your favorite shoes, and you know it’s your own failure to train her properly. When your cute upstairs neighbor tells you about a local obedience academy, he slowly starts to make himself a place in your schedule, your life, and your heart. After your last relationship went up in flames, will his affections be something else you can count as a failure?

Warnings: language, casual drinking, parental medical problems, mentions of surgery/doctors/hospitals (major operations lightly mentioned; no d

NSFW

14k

S2L, Neighbors AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst 

This had me hooked and hanging on at the edge of my seat as I read! Joe does such a beautiful job at weaving humor with serious topics of healing and medical emergencies and it is really just so wonderful. She does a wonderful job at creating complex and gray stories that help readers sympathize with both characters. If you want a fun and goofy story that also tackles serious topics, this is a great one for you.

The Perfect Gift (Jimin x Reader) ( @moonleeai )

A cute story about two friends that decide to "fake date" for the Christmas Holiday while visiting family, but with each household they fall for each other.

Warnings: None

SFW

6,346

Fluff, Fake Dating, F2L Christmas AU

This story follows our characters as they try to get their parents off of their backs. It is such a cute and classic fake dating AU and if you are a connoisseur of fake dating tropes you NEED to read this fic! It’s funny and cute and all the domestic moments kept my heart full! I highly recommend you read it!

Crazy For You (Taehyung x Reader) ( @oddinary4bts )

You’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. When you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. Will Taehyung give in to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

Warnings: alcohol consumption, lying/hiding the truth, unclear relationship, feelings of  cheating, cursing, mention of a grandparent passing away, sex (see fic for full list of sex warnings)

NSFW

46.8k

Angst, Smut, Fluff, Idol AU, angst, smut, fluff, Best friends older brother, Fake dating

If you enjoy monster oneshots, this is the fic for you! I am in awe of how long and detailed this fic is and you can truly lose yourself in it! There is so much that’s explored and so many angsty moments present! Lovers of idol aus will love this too. The detail and ways everything is woven together is just astounding and truly so amazing. READ IT!

Fearless (Hoseok x Reader) ( @hobisuniverse )

On your way home from a party, you tell your best friend to pull over so you can dance with him in a storm in your best dress, fearless.

Warnings: None

SFW

718

Fluff, Confessions, Friends to lovers

FLUFFY CONFESSION LOVERS! COME HITHER! Ahhhh! This fic is so short and sweet and so glorious! If you enjoy fluffy confessions, weather matching emotions (kinda), and feeling fuzzy all over, this is the perfect quick read!

BTS MxOC

To The Beach (Jungkook x OC) ( @mydogssqueakytoy )

Jungkook’s daughter misses her mom and needs a way to pass the time before she comes home.

Warnings: None

SFW

712

Fluff, Dad Jungkook AU

Father BTS fics are just so adorable! And this fic is such a perfect example of this! The author does such an amazing job at showing the ways Jungkook may express his love for his family: comforting his kid and looking his partner into it all! If you enjoy father BTS fics, I highly rec reading this piece! It’s soft and cute and just leaves one feeling so soft!

Honorable Mention

@magicshopaholic​‘s amazing universe (BTS x OCs)

This series consists of fics set in the same universe, of the members of BTS and their long-term OCs. While these are part of a larger story, most fics can be read standalone as well.

18+

Generally, I try to only post finished pieces BUT Cath’s amazing works have been things I’ve been slowly reading throughout the past four months! I immediately got hooked on Hoseok and Chaeyoung’s storyline. Because OMG CHILDHOOD NEIGHBOR’S TO POSSIBLY LOVERS? It is gold! I inhaled it! THERE IS ANOTHER PART THOUGH THAT I’VE NOT READ AND AM SO EXCITED TO! And recently I’ve started reading Yoongi and Miso’s storyline which is also SO INTERESTING! I am a slow reader and have been interspersing my reading of her universe through all my other pieces and because everything is one universe and each series is being updated kinda at the same time (which is so impressive! Cath weaves so many stories together and I am so in awe). It didn’t feel right not to mention it. 

If you’ve never read an MxOC piece before or don’t really read them, I highly recommend Cath be your introduction to it! I know that on tumblr there is a strong pretense for MxR rather than MxOC (I only read one other OC piece in the six months I’ve been doing this and that is also in this post).  The range in MxR is BROAD. We have some who have no physical characteristics, some who do and are labeled, some who do and aren’t labeled, and all of them have personality traits that are close to how the reader is or isn’t. Each reader is a character. They are just vague in some places. OCs are just other characters. They also exist on the same range and are just as rich in depth! I highly recommend you read some if you enjoy reading books and fanfic!

BTS MxM

Honeycomb For a Heart (yoonminjoonseok) ( @hungline )

Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

Warnings: mentioned misgendering and transphobia 

SFW

1.4k

In this fic, Yoongi is a king bee and I absolutely love how his hybrid identity is tied into his trans identity! The story introduces the readers to yoongi and his struggles in such a quick but heartfelt an empathetic way and we get introduced to Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin in such a fun and open way! Although the story is only 1.5 k and we only get their meeting, there is so much personality and hope packed into the story. If you're wanting on uplifting quick read, this is a great one.

( ✓ read 10:18 p.m. ) (Yoongi x Jungkook; Hoseok x Jimin) (AO3)

By the time Suga got back to him with the name of the sample, Jungkook was sitting in class. He’d never been an in-class text-er. He listened well. He followed rules. He gave professors the attention they deserved. But if Min Suga texted him, Jungkook always found himself texting back, attention 100% on his phone. Maybe it was because messaging the stranger felt as informative as half of his classes. Suga gave good advice. He’d caught himself thinking over the weekend that maybe he actually did owe Jimin some coffee.

Warnings: No archive warnings, mentions of sex, insecurity

18+

47k

College AU, Young Professionals AU, Angst, Fluff

AHHHHHHHHHH! This fic is an adorable story. As readers, we get to see Jungkook try to grow and learn to accept his growing feelings for Min Suga, an unknown man he slowly gets to know. Only thing: he is emotionally constipated and Yoongi feels so much that he struggles… Oh and also Suga kinda likes Jimin… or does he? Owo. It’s such a good series! The chapters are short and addictive and left me unable to put the fic down! It’s angsty and focuses on the growth of everyone and it’s such a wonderful read. It’s such a good series and I highly recommend you read it!

Got7 MxR

Filipendulous (adj.) - hanging by a thread (Jinyoung x Reader) ( @flurrys-creativity )

Summary: After a fight with Y/n, Jinyoung spirals with jealousy. One call changes it all.

Warnings: mentions of an argument, mentions of jealousy, mentions of drinking alcohol (not really responsible), mentions of an accident, mentions of results from said accident, short hospital setting, one kiss…

SFW

1,967 words

Angst, No AU

Do you like angst? Open endings? Many struggles and layers to a fic? This is the fic for you! I read this and gasped with each new development! Flurry does wonderful at getting us hooked and keeping us hooked! It's such a wonderful read!

Got7 MxM

Brewed Love (Mark x Jackson) ( @limjaeseven )

Summary: Jackson is comfortable working at the cafe Jaebeom owns. He expects to earn a living there, he doesn’t expect falling in love.

Warnings: None

SFW

Fluff, Coffee Shop AU

1,518 words

Coffee shop aus are so cute! And this fic is no different! It’s such a vibe and it had my heart fluttering all while reading. Cris is an amazing writer and his care for word play is present in the many coffee references that are present in this fic. Its short and sweet and just the perfect thing to energize your day!

[a-tale-of-legends]

I know, it's late,but I was thinking about hoenn and now there isn't a whooooole lot of skin variation for a place with such warm weather sooooooo. I did some things :) Really this was more of me trying to visualize the skin tones of characters I wanted more darker skinned.

Top 2: Liza( left) and Tate( right)

Middle: Phoebe

Bottom 2: Flannery( left) and Zinnia ( right)

The fashion of this picrew doesn't match everyone's styles personally, but I did the best I could do. Bc I can, I'm kinda gonna go through my thought process on everything.

Liza and Tate: They were more random tbh, but I just decided to go with it and gave them a bit of a tan. In general, I wanted to try and be more skin tone variations to the characters,and I just felt like giving these two a bit tanner skin.

Phoebe: Phoebe is the few characters that have darker skin( as in she's tan). Didn't really but much thought into this one lol. She looks adorable and I love that the picrew gave lighter palms for darker skin tones.

Flannery: Flannery was fun, bc she was kinda like Liza and Tate in that she was kinda random, but also not random, you know? I just wanted her to look a teeny bit like me lol( I mean. She doesn't , but you know what I'm saying). The picrew does a decent job with her hair I think. If I could draw, I would make it curlier and a bit darker to match her skin tone a bit more, but overall she looks great! I was playing around with her having vitiligo, but I'm indecisive lol. If I end up doing it, she wouldn't be the first one I gave a darker skin tone to + vitiligo lol ( Legendverse marlon).

Zinnia: I dunno man, I just wanted Zinnia to have a slightly darker skin tone ( shrugs). I mean. That can honestly be said for all of them, but I don't really have much to ramble about here. I just wanted Zinnia to have a slightly darker skin tone.

Brawly and Juan are two that I wanted to make with picrews but I knew that it would be hard. Well. Brawly maybe, but Juan definitely. So I'm not gonna lmao. I'ma focus on the gorls ( and one boy).

[a-crow-ready-for-a-murder]

Screw it chapter 4

This one does focus a bit on Jaylin but it does contribute...honest! Lol hope you enjoy, any feed back is welcomed.

Jaylin rustled her feathers and quietly chirped about her close call when there was a sound that made her jolt and look behind her. Despite certainly hearing something, the tree had hardly been disturbed. The leaves were barely moving, the same way they did in a light summer breeze, the branches didn’t protest against any weight and the twigs maintained their peaceful silence. To any onlooker all seemed fine and the sound she’d heard could very well have been her own mind but Jaylin was no casual passerby. While she wasn’t the same nature fae as anyone in Diasomnia even a corvid fae can tell when there was a change in the air. It never had to be drastic like a hurricane, small changes were easy for most creatures to pick up, such as an eerie, almost too perfect silence and the sensation of being watched, no not watched, hunted.

Jaylin turned her head slowly, knowing what she was seeking yet still not prepared for when her golden eyes landed on the all too familiar green ones staring down at her barely a foot away. With a startled shriek that could have been taken as a bird’s last cry before being devoured by an ambitious house cat, she leapt back and flapped her wings at the bemused huntsman who simply watched with his head resting on his open palm. “I did warn you, cherie '' Rook said the phrase so simply as though he hadn’t just scared her within an inch of her life. Landing back down where she’d previously been perched, Jaylin went off in a series of aggressive chirps, giving the Pomefiore vice housewarden a clear piece of her mind. “Mon Dieu, petite oiseaux chanceuse! Such angry words can pierce a man’s heart”

Jaylin let out a grumble that sounded far too human for the beak it came from before demanding to know why Rook was even in the tree. “I’m observing.” He said nodding towards the ground just under the tree. Jaylin hopped to the end of the branch to get a better look where she saw the languid form of Leona sleeping, completely unaware of his audience. Hopping to a sturdier part of the tree Jaylin replaced her wings with flesh and hair and sat cross legged with a huff “Rook, have you ever heard of a restraining order? Cause sooner or later you’ll be collecting a few.”

Rook smirked but before he could actually reply a chipper voice caught both their attention. “Hey Rook! I was looking for you” Kalim’s wide, friendly smile emerged from the main building and to Jaylin’s intrigue he was holding the bouquet

“Ah, bonjour roi d’or, to what do I owe the pleasure?” asked Rook cheerily

“I wanted to ask you about something. I found this bouquet outside of Scarabia addressed to me but it was signed with just an R, so I wanted to find who left it, was it you?”

Rook climbed down from the tree while Jaylin stayed put in utter disbelief. There’s no way he didn’t know about Ruggie’s affections, was he really so oblivious? Once Rook reached the ground he inspected the bouquet “A mysterious courter, such romance, such beauty”

Jaylin huffed as Rook put his hand on his chest as though he were going to recite a sonnet, does he ever shut up? “And such a well thought gift! Jasmines of the scalding sands, love and admiration with a smell that signifies home to the receiver, red zinnia to compliment, friendship and adoration, all coming together, ah what a beautiful sentiment!”

Jaylin crept closer down the branch she was on, uncertain if she would have to intervene or not when Rook sighed “but alas, it wasn’t me who left the bouquet.”

“So that would mean…It was Ruggie!” exclaimed Kalim with unmistakable excitement.

Jaylin let out a relieved sigh,

“It could be.” Said Rook “or….”

‘Wait.’ though Jaylin

“It could be one of the many in our school”

Once again Jaylin let out an undignified sound in the form of a low, angry, growl

“What do you mean?” asked Kalim

“Well for instance, there’s Robert on the spelldrive team, Ramone in film appreciation, Richard from the science club, Radford on the track team…” As Rook continued to list off names Kalim’s smile seemed to actually falter. There was no way he’d be able to remember that many names and it seemed now he had more and more people he may have to let down. Perhaps he should simply go directly to Ruggie and ask, but then what if it really wasn’t him? He had called Kalim annoying on more than one occasion, what if he just laughed? Kalim shook his head, hoping to clear those worried thoughts just as Rook was coming to the end of his list. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed Kalim’s spacing out.

“And just earlier, Jaylin was carrying a similar bouquet, perhaps she has some insight?”

“Uh sure, sounds great, I’ll go check that out, thanks Rook” Said Kalim with his big signature smile as he began to jog away.

As Kalim ran out of sight, Rook smiled after him, The first petals of blooming love were always the most beautiful to him. As he quietly mused to himself he seemed to be unaware of the dark haired witch who’d landed softly on the grass behind him.

“Shapeless abyss beneath my finger tips, pull thyself to mine palm

[sometimesanalice]

SOMEONE NEEDS TO COME AND SCOOP ME OFF THE FLOOR IMMEDIATELY

^^in case anyone is curious about my current state of being

MONROE! MONROEEEEE!!!

You had me hooked from the moment I saw "slightly h*rny fluff" and it only kept getting better from there!

This was EVERYTHING! I had to take breaks because you sent me into a tizzy multiple times! This fic was so sweet and so soft and I already know this is going to reread on LOOP! I fear I’ll never recover! I ADORED THIS!

So much more for you under the cut!

Bob is diligent about letting you know when he’s leaving for his early morning runs, a kiss planted to your temple, and a ‘be back soon’—just a little moment in case you have to leave for work before he gets back.— award for the sweetest man on the planet goes to Bob Floyd. Like his reasoning and wanting those little moments of connection in case his misses them later on. Like him just wanting every minute he can have with her has me like 🥹🥹🥹

As of late, it’s like he gets struck by a whim, and his body is overcome with the need to check it off a list, unable to rest until he does—changing your oil at ten o’clock at night, fixing the light in your fridge that flickers before he heads off for a run, trying to fix the leaky pipes under your en-suite sink—he did eventually give up on that one and call a plumber. Thank god.-- acts of service boyfriend checking in 🫡🫡 like that’s just SO him!! I can’t deal just how on the head this seems for him! He’s absolutely the ‘don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today type’. And I’m swooning over here!

He’s never been anything but honest with you, open and vulnerable, even when you’ve guarded yourself.//As a result, you tuck it away, considering that he’s off on another one of his little quests.— “one of his little quests” stopppp 😂 but I love just how secure she feels with him! And not letting her head get in the way, because he’s the type to mean what he says! If there’s one thing Bob Floyd isn’t going to do, he’s not going to be careless with someone’s heart! And I love that she knows that because he’s proven it to her 🥰

You find Bob there, posted at the counter as he cuts something at a butcher board, only wearing the sweats he went to bed in.— 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 now this is such a mental image!

you stop and watch him for a moment, entranced by the way his broad shoulders and the muscles of his back move with the motion—by the sight of him in your kitchen. Something so distinctly domestic and intimate about it.— I’ll be thinking about this for daysssss! I am such a sucker for these little pockets of domesticity! Like the easy, gentle love of it all! And him just being comfortable there in her space! Like it’s A LOT for me 😭

but you can't feel too bad at the sight of his eyes still clouded by sleep and the odd angles his hair sticks up.— 🤭🤭🤭 I am CHARMED

Pink zinnias, sunny yellow goldenrods, and pale milkweeds—all chosen by him because they attract monarch butterflies during their migration—flank either side of the brown brick pathway. Cheek pressed to his skin; you cast a glance outside just as a small orange and black blur flits by the glass.-- ENOUGH ENOUGHHHH! I am not built strong enough to withstand this! I AM TOO DELICATE!! THE BUTTERFLIES!!?!! Monroeeeee!! Have you no consideration for my poor nerves?!?!?! I am never getting over thissssss!

But then he followed you in, sat himself down cross-legged on your living room rug, and got to work. You stood there in the doorway for a moment, warming even further to him. 

^^this was me during that whole flashback bit to their first date!! I would absolutely be SO smitten! HE IS SO EARNEST! MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT! I loved getting to get that little bit of their history!

He’d finished near midnight, asked if you wanted help sorting your books, and when you said no, already mildly abashed at the fact that you’d set him to work on your first date, he’d given you a kiss goodnight on your cheek—chaste and unpresuming—and left it at that.//You’d fallen for him a little bit then and there.

^^ LITERALLY ME RIGHT NOW. I would be down on one knee ready to put a ring on it! I bet he was already thinking of the different cataloguing systems he could suggest for the best ways to organize them 🤭

Hands wandering mindlessly, your touch follows the trail of hair from his belly button, fingers sneaking only just under the waistband of his sweats, loosely hung on his hips. -- so cheeky

But everything has changed with him. There’s an ease to the intimacy, a frankness to him that makes that defense mechanism very difficult to muster. You're… settled.— 😭🥹😭🥹😭 when will it be me?!

It's love—the big kind. He’s just not certain when he should let you in on that fact. Release it out to you and see if it comes back returned.//In the past five months he’s undertaken a million little projects to keep his hands, mouth, and mind busy, working out all that excess energy. All he’s doing is kicking the can down the road, trying to find “the right time”. — AND THEN YOU HIT ME WITH HIS POV?!?! And the fact he’s having to keep himself busy because he’s so in love but doesn’t want to scare her off?!!! Like are you kidding me?!?! THE BIG KIND?!?!!! I AM UNWELL! This is so damn sweet I cannot actually process this right now because I have so many feels I’m working through! THE RANGEEEEE

He lets temptation run wild, hands glancing down your back and tugging you right into him. He takes a moment just to look at you, your bright eyes, and the sweet shape of your lips as you smile up at him. Your hands slide around his neck, gently teasing the hair at the nape of his neck, his stomach swooping at the feeling.-- this whole section!! oh my god 😭🥹😭🥹 I love that that’s his favorite daydream! That it’s always on his mind! I’m in love that he’s in love! I am in a full swoon!!

Your thumb runs along his cheekbone and he opens his mouth, readying himself, just as your lips part, and twice at once, I love you, becomes tangible reality.//Like a held breath released, a smile, broad and uncontrollable, spreads over his face, mirrored on yours as everything comes into view.— CATCH ME CRYING ON THE COUCH THIS IS SO LOVELY 😭😭😭😭 MY HEARTTTTT! I AM ALL CAPS-ED AND I AM GOING TO BE STUCK THIS WAY FOR AT LEAST A WEEK!

IN CONCLUSION:

Your honor, I loved this and I’m never going to get over it!

𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛, 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙

summary - a saturday morning, and I love you on the tip of both your tongues.

pairing - bob floyd x (gn!)reader

word count - 2.1k

rating - nsfw content, 18+, mdni!

content warnings & tags - no use of (y/n) / fluff / slightly h*rny fluff / bob's love language being acts of service / the peak fantasy of homeownership / bob floyd being the ideal man™ / lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: time for my bi-yearly fic drop, lol! i wrote this in semi-conjunction with this moodboard. (a.k.a i started this months ago.) everyone who said they want to live in it... same. reblogs, comments, and likes super appreciated!

TOP GUN MASTERLIST / LIBRARY BLOG

Your boyfriend has disappeared.

Even before your eyes are open and your brain is semi-functioning, you feel the lack of his presence, the sheets next to you devoid of his usual space heater existence. You touch the left side—his side—double checking—hoping, really—that you won’t have to peel yourself out of bed to search for him.

A cascade of orange and pink spills through your curtains, painting your room in soft light, letting you know it has to be before seven. With a groan, you check your clock, confirming your suspicions. The time reads a quarter past six—far too early for you.

Not nearly as agonizing for him, one of those irritating early riser types, but Bob is diligent about letting you know when he’s leaving for his early morning runs, a kiss planted to your temple, and a ‘be back soon’—just a little moment in case you have to leave for work before he gets back.

But it’s Saturday, and you had plans of lazing about in bed until at least eleven, preferably with him. 

Your brow creases as you push up onto your elbows, slowly blinking around your room as if your boyfriend will just appear in front of you, and you won’t have to pull yourself out from under the covers to try to coax him back to bed.

As of late, it’s like he gets struck by a whim, and his body is overcome with the need to check it off a list, unable to rest until he does—changing your oil at ten o’clock at night, fixing the light in your fridge that flickers before he heads off for a run, trying to fix the leaky pipes under your en-suite sink—he did eventually give up on that one and call a plumber. Thank god.

Part of you has just taken it as part of his job and personality—he likes getting up as the sun does, he likes fixing things, and his job is a stressor, you're sure. But it doesn't feel work-related, so part of you is beginning to wonder if it’s you. 

An ugly little thought that you can recognize has no factual basis. He’s never been anything but honest with you, open and vulnerable, even when you’ve guarded yourself.

As a result, you tuck it away, considering that he’s off on another one of his little quests. They’re things that always make you feel cared for and thought about—weeding or checking the pressure on your tires or rearranging his kitchen so you can reach the things you frequently use.

So, as you begin to pressure yourself to leave your cocoon of early morning sleepiness, a quiet metal-against-metal clattering floats down the hall and through the crack in your bedroom door, catching your attention.

Slipping out of bed, you pad down the hall, sleep shirt brushing your thighs. Growing nearer to the sound of the soft noise—clearly being sensitive to try not to wake you—-you catch soft guitar strings and the twang of John Prine and Iris DeMent coming from your grandma’s old record player.

You cringe as your foot touches the cold tile lining the floor and immediately regret not rummaging around for your slippers.

You find Bob there, posted at the counter as he cuts something at a butcher board, only wearing the sweats he went to bed in. He's still warm despite the lack of clothing and the countertop fan blowing at him.

At the arch entry, you stop and watch him for a moment, entranced by the way his broad shoulders and the muscles of his back move with the motion—by the sight of him in your kitchen. Something so distinctly domestic and intimate about it.

Completely focused on his task, he doesn't hear you come up behind him. He slightly jumps under your touch as your hands slip around his middle, his stomach beneath your fingertips.

He makes a short noise of surprise that washes into a gentle greeting, his voice low, “Hey, sweetheart.”

You press your lips to his shoulder blade, enjoying the feeling of his skin against your own.

You've clearly ruined some sort of surprise, but you can't feel too bad at the sight of his eyes still clouded by sleep and the odd angles his hair sticks up.

Keeping his eyes on the cuts he’s making, Bob briefly twists around to press a kiss to your temple as he mumbles, “Go back to bed.”

You just hum, beginning to press kisses to the freckles that scatter along his shoulders, deepened by the tan he’s obtained from working in the flowerbeds that sit alongside your front door. The beds were slightly tragic before you began dating, some sort of sparse bushes planted there. They were alive at one point, you assume, but lying half dead and bare when you bought the place.

In no time at all, he had the beds torn up and replaced with bright white hydrangeas that now sit in full bloom under your front windows. Pink zinnias, sunny yellow goldenrods, and pale milkweeds—all chosen by him because they attract monarch butterflies during their migration—flank either side of the brown brick pathway. Cheek pressed to his skin; you cast a glance outside just as a small orange and black blur flits by the glass.

“So… where is it?”

Chewing on the inside of his lip, Bob casts a lost glance around the plant nursery’s vast outdoor gardens—bright pops of color among vast expanses of green, the high afternoon sun beating down on them—the acreage of it is astounding and certainly a workout.

You’re supposed to be picking up some mulch for the beds—but you keep getting sidetracked. Half your fault; you beeline for every slightly pretty plant, balancing it on the cart that’s rapidly becoming overloaded. The wheels digging heavily into the gravel pathways, little trenches left in your wake.

It’s early days with Bob Floyd, but he’s sweet and helpful and easy to get free labor out of—a big plus in your book.

On your first date, when he walked you to your front door, sweet and gentlemanly, you made a quick joke, a callback to your hinge profile. There, you had answered the prompt, I'm looking for…, with, ‘someone to put together my ikea bookshelf. seriously.’

Because, after two unsuccessful attempts to put it together and three months of it languishing in the corner of your living room, you were tired of feeling a pang of guilt every time you piled another book on top of the precarious stack teetering next to your reading chair.

Of course, on the date, you didn't actually expect him to do it. You made the joke as a way to test the waters, to see if he was open to coming inside without fully putting yourself out there that way.

But then he followed you in, sat himself down cross-legged on your living room rug, and got to work. You stood there in the doorway for a moment, warming even further to him. 

You poured a glass of wine for each of you, and watched his hands as he set joints together and tightened screws with a furrow between his brows. And despite his serious focus on the job, he continued asking you questions about your taste in books, your favorite bands growing up, what you liked about San Diego as you sat near—your only real contribution being the wine, simple conversation, and occasionally handing him a screw.

He’d finished near midnight, asked if you wanted help sorting your books, and when you said no, already mildly abashed at the fact that you’d set him to work on your first date, he’d given you a kiss goodnight on your cheek—chaste and unpresuming—and left it at that.

You’d fallen for him a little bit then and there.

Blinking, he stares down at the map once again—same furrow in his brow—turning it in his hands. Not sounding any more sure than he was a second ago, he points slightly westerly of you, “That way. I think.”

It draws a slight laugh from you. You lightly hip-check him, teasing over your shoulder, “Come on, farm boy, you’re supposed to be helping me.”

The scent of lemon carries inside from the open window over the sink, summer ripening the tree planted in your yard. That’s also when you spy past his shoulder a small stack of the same yellow fruit on the counter. A pancake crackles away on the stove.

Your voice is quiet—reticent to break the seal of this hushed moment—as you ask, “What are you making?”

Hands wandering mindlessly, your touch follows the trail of hair from his belly button, fingers sneaking only just under the waistband of his sweats, loosely hung on his hips. 

He seems to part with the idea of whatever he’s doing being a surprise, clear that you’re not going to accede to his request and tuck yourself back into bed, too awake now to do so.

“Pancakes,” he reveals, continuing to whip, “with lemon ricotta whipped cream.”

“Trying out a new recipe?”

His throaty laugh reverberates into your chest, shaking you. Your smile hikes higher before you even know what he’s laughing about—just enjoying the sound, the melody and the slight grit to it.

“Emphasis on trying,” he says, scooping a bit of the whipped cream onto his finger, offering it to you to taste. “Would you?”

You draw his finger into your mouth. It’s slightly sweet with a burst of tang, the sugar and cream mellowing out the sharper edges of the lemon flavor. A success, you think. As you draw back, you flash your gaze up and find his eyes unabashedly caught on your mouth.

You pull off and without breaking eye contact, breathily tease, “Lech.”

With a slight flush to his ears and cheeks, he laughs and leans in, nose brushing yours as he presses his lips to yours. His mouth slants over yours, insistent, his hand finds its way to cradle your jaw, tilt your head just right. It catches your breath, makes your toes curl against the tile.

You're still not entirely used to this, the sweetness of Bob Floyd. His eyes are soft as he pulls back, his thumbs sweeping along your cheeks. He clicks his tongue, cheekily muttering, “I think it’s good.”

His lips move to your cheek next, mumbling between a kiss there, “You're distracting.”

The gesture, so simple, makes your heart flip.

By this stage of dating you're usually spiraling, finding reasons that it won’t work out and tallying up slights so when the expected happens, you're not blindsided. Like it's a game you’ll win; perpetually preparing yourself for heartbreak. 

And it’s often been easy, dating men who were noncommittal or uninterested or flippant with affection made it so. They were easy to write off— jettison them from your life and think, onto the next. 

But everything has changed with him. There’s an ease to the intimacy, a frankness to him that makes that defense mechanism very difficult to muster. You're… settled.

And it should scare you, the way your heart is fully on the line, but then you catch sight of one of his dogeared-to-hell paperbacks in the living room or the little date night notes he leaves scribbled on the calendar that hangs next to the fridge or his mismatched colorful socks mixed in with your laundry and it doesn't. As simple as that.

You haven’t said the L word yet. But it’s there, dancing on the tip of your tongue every time you look at him.

Bob is near certain that this is love.

No, he supposes, he is certain. He’s mulled this particular topic over too much in his mind not to be.

It's love—the big kind. He’s just not certain when he should let you in on that fact. Release it out to you and see if it comes back returned.

In the past five months he’s undertaken a million little projects to keep his hands, mouth, and mind busy, working out all that excess energy. All he’s doing is kicking the can down the road, trying to find “the right time”. 

He's gotten close more than once, yet every time it catches in the back of his throat, his tongue an uneasy ally in the venture. The words, three simple ones, are left as something uncomfortable to swallow down at each abandoned attempt.

And yet, virtually all that discomfort is eased by the way you say his name, catching his attention when they nearly slip, nearly an endearment all on its own. 

His call sign being his name means that Bob hears it alot, from a considerable amount of mouths. Shouted, whispered, whooped. In a variance of forms, he's heard it. But it's never sounded so important, so weighty, then it does as it falls from your lips. Like you're speaking a dialect only the two of you hold knowledge of, his name equivalent to the word in the forefront of his mind.

"Bob."

He hums, certain that his face gives him away; 'Whipped' as Mickey called it or 'in love' as his mother did the first time you met.

This is the sort of thing that his parents have, the ease, the humor, the affection. It permeates every space of his life, the knowledge that you're here, with him, choosing each other easily.

Eight letters.

I love you.

He lets temptation run wild, hands glancing down your back and tugging you right into him. He takes a moment just to look at you, your bright eyes, and the sweet shape of your lips as you smile up at him. Your hands slide around his neck, gently teasing the hair at the nape of his neck, his stomach swooping at the feeling.

Three syllables.

I love you.

He lets them swirl in his head, settle in the back of his throat as he prepares his tongue.

Your thumb runs along his cheekbone and he opens his mouth, readying himself, just as your lips part, and twice at once, I love you, becomes tangible reality.

Like a held breath released, a smile, broad and uncontrollable, spreads over his face, mirrored on yours as everything comes into view.

Just as Bob leans in to brush his lips against yours, higher than he’s ever felt, the smell of rapidly burning batter hits his nose. 

"Oh, shoot."

a/n: thank you for reading!

[siro-cyll]

Pokemon doodles with my ocs, Zinnia and Arsenio. (I talked about them a little bit here).

Zinnia had grown up seeing Arven as her brother, since Arsenio had been watching over him during Turo's absences. He ended up vanishing completely when Zinnia was 3, and Arven was 7, so her memories of the professor are vague up until he contacts her. She had innocently thought of him as her dad as a baby, and while she knows he isn't, she still thinks of him as such because of her family situation.

Zinnia and Arven have an adorable sibling dynamic, and he is very protective of her. She is always eager to help, but because of her sleep attacks it leaves her too vulnerable for his liking, despite knowing she has her Snorlax trained to pop out and protect her. Zinnia is quick to rush to Arven's aid in his search for Herba Mystica, having both seen his initial freakout from Mabosstiff's injuries and knowing how much this means to him. While she can be a bit oblivious at times when it comes to his issues with his father, Zinnia does recognize it's a sore spot for him and makes sure everything is okay. She offers to back Arven up when he does go face Turo later on, but she just wishes they can manage to be a happy family together.

When she does meet him, she's eager, upset, and curious. She only has vague memories and stories Arven and Arsenio had told her.

Arsenio stays in the background for most of her adventure, checking in often to make sure the two are doing okay (also very worried because of Zinnia's narcolepsy). Once they find out that Turo has finally contacted the kids to come to Area Zero...they're not too happy.

...and that's not including the other horrible revelations of what happened down there.

[blairsanne]

Fancy Lunch

Almighty Johnsons - Anders, Dawn x Ty, OC child of Dawn & Ty 2,547 words

Summary: Anders takes his niece on a fancy lunch date, because he's all about family.

CW: Family fluff, child.

A/N: Technically a sequel to Uncle Bragi. I started writing this in like June and it's been sitting almost-done in my WIPs folder forever so I thought, eh, let's get it posted. I somehow doubt this is what most Anders fans are looking for in a fic haha. As will be apparent when reading, this is a slight AU where the events of the end of season 3 mostly did not happen. Set a few years later.

“Uncle Anders!” Zinnia ran across the front lawn, launching herself at him.

“Niece Zinnia!” She laughed as Anders scooped her up by the armpits, spinning her around in a circle.

“Just Zinnia!” “Oh, Niece-Just-Zinnia.” “Nooo!” He laughed. “Okay, ‘Zinny’ then.”

He propped her up near his hip as he’d done for years, her thin arms and legs creasing his suit where she gripped at him. “Oof, you’re getting big, munchkin.”

She grinned, holding her mouth open strangely to point at a gap on her bottom row. “I lost a tooth yesterday. It was bleeding HEAPS!” “Oh, gross!” he praised, laughing.

She puffed out her belly and picked at the bow on her waist. “Look! I wore my party dress.” “I see that. You’re very beautiful.” She put her hands on his cheeks. “No, YOU’RE beautiful!” He scrunched his face and wagged his nose at her. “No, you’re beautiful.”

She tapped his sunglasses. “Can I have these?” “Just until the car.” He shut his eyes as she unceremoniously removed them from his face and put them on her own. They were too big for her face, but she was quite chuffed. He smiled at her with pure love and affection. “Now you’re extra beautiful.”

“I thought she was overdressed,” Dawn interrupted, walking up to them. “But I see you’re wearing a suit.” “We’re having fancy lunch, mama.” “That’s right.” Anders nodded in agreement. Dawn raised a brow. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“We’re going to Sky Tower to see the view and eat at the Sugar Club.” Dawn frowned. “That’s not a very kid-friendly restaurant, Anders.” “Zinny is always a perfectly well-behaved lady-” He turned to his niece, who was playing with the knot of his tie. “Isn’t that right?” She nodded proudly, sticking her chin out a bit.

“I don’t know about that,” Ty argued, crossing his arms as he joined them. “I know a certain lady who was screaming bloody murder this morning when she couldn’t have what she wanted for breakfast.” “Well that was for you,” Anders smirked. “She’s always an angel for me.”

Dawn narrowed her eyes at him, suspecting he was implying that he used his Bragi powers on their daughter, but unable to challenge him on it in front of her.

“So what are you two going to get up to while we’re gone?” Anders wiggled his brows at them suggestively. Ty grimaced. “Errands.” “Uh-huh. Have fun doing errands.” Dawn’s tone was warning. “Anders.”

“Errands sound boring, eh, Zinny?” “Mm.” “Hey! After lunch you wanna have ice cream in the park?” “Yeah!” “Oh, that might be a lot of sugar-”

“Okay, bye mum and dad!” Anders turned and started walking toward his car to cut off the argument he knew was about to start with Ty, and Zinnia waved over his shoulder at her parents. “Bye mum! Bye da’!” “Have fun!” “Be safe!”

“You do know Mike would have taken her, right?” Ty murmured as they watched Anders get Zinnia buckled into the back seat, taking his sunglasses back to drive with. “Yes, but Anders loves Zinny,” she replied, smiling as he pulled onto the street. “And she just adores him.” “She likes Mike just fine.” “And she should get to know all of her uncles.”

“I know, but… The older she gets, the worse an influence he’s going to be on her.” Dawn laughed. “Oh, absolutely.”

--

As the elevator inside Sky Tower ascended to reveal the view of Auckland below, Zinnia grabbed Anders’s hand tightly, letting out a small noise.

Anders raised his brows as he crouched next to her, letting her continue to hold his hand. “We’re up high, eh?” They were headed up 53 floors, in fact. “Mm.” “But we’re safe.” He let his voice drop into his Bragi tones. “I would never let something bad happen to you.”

She nodded slowly, so he flashed her a conspiratorial grin, pointing out at the view. “Look how far we can see from here, eh? There’s the park, and my office is that way, and if you look far enough, there’s the ocean.”

She moved closer, not letting go of him, but smiling as she looked at everything from the unique vantage point.

-- Eventually they settled at their table in the restaurant, sitting next to the tall windows that gave the same incredible view of Auckland and the sea beyond, Zinny kicking her legs excitedly under the table.

Anders talked through some options with her, then smirked as the cute waitress came by to take their order. Zinnia stared at the woman, noting the smile that appeared on her face as Anders spoke quietly to her. From Zinny’s point of view, the way everyone was friendly to her uncle was just proof that he was ‘nice’; after all, he was always nice to her.

“And for your daughter?” Zinnia leaned closer and stage-whispered before Anders could reply. “I’m his niece.”

He let out a falsely bashful humming laugh, nodding. “Yes, uh- she’ll have the cheese board. And a Shirley Temple.”

The waitress was charmed, and gave him a quick glance over before nodding. “Very good.”

When they were alone at the table again, Anders turned his attention back to Zinnia and winked. “Good remembering.”

He’d trained her from an even younger age to always correct people when they thought she was his kid; something that had earned him plenty of attention from women, making her his own pint-sized wingman.

--

When the waitress brought their food, Zinnia’s eyes lit up at the sight of the colorful drink placed in front of her. She waited until the waitress was gone to get Anders’s attention.

“Um, Uncle Anders…?” “Hm?” “Mama says I can only have water when I’m eating.”

“Hmm.” He rubbed his chin and nodded. “You should always listen to your mum… but it’s okay this time because it’s fancy lunch, alright?” “Okay!” She grinned and picked up the glass, wide-eyed, and took a sip. Anders tried to temper his grin as he watched her brows raise at the sweet taste, pleased that he’d made her happy.

Dawn had scolded him a few times over the years for ‘spoiling’ her, even accusing him of trying to bribe her into liking him, but that wasn’t what it was about for him. Sure, he wanted his niece to like him; but mostly he wanted her to be happy, and to get to experience all sorts of things. To live a good, full life; better than they’d had.

He watched as she ate her food, methodically pairing a piece of cheese with one of the small bread rounds, carefully finding one about the same size. It was no wonder, given her parents, that she could be quite particular with little things like that, and Anders found it charming in her rather than annoying.

After eating in silence for a few minutes, he tilted his head. “Would you like to try some of my lunch?”

Zinny perked up to look at his plate, then nodded. She held her mouth open expectantly, making Anders laugh as he got a forkful ready to feed her. She seemed to enjoy it, chewing as she prepared another piece of bread with cheese on top.

“That’s lamb. What do you think?” “Good. Before, Uncle Mike made lamb for us.” “Oh, that’s right.” He recalled the big family potluck she was referring to, just a few months prior. “Do you like this lamb better, or Uncle Mike’s?”

She hummed and grabbed her drink to take a sip while she considered. “I dunno!” She shrugged, shoving more cheese in her mouth. She looked up at Anders with a furrowed brow. “How come we eat lambs?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He mirrored her confused expression. “I don’t really know. Because they taste good?” Zinnia giggled. He grinned. “You know what doesn’t taste good? Goat.” “Goat?” The thought seemed to amuse her.

“You know, your uncle Axl and I met a goat farmer once in Whangamangamoa.” “Did you eat his goats?” “I didn’t, but I think Axl may have.” “Did you pet his goats?” Anders scrunched his nose up. “Nah, they were dirty.”

“Why did you meet a goat farmer in- that place?” “We thought he might know someone we were looking for. But he didn’t, so we went home.” “Did you find them?” “Not yet.”

She pouted. “Are they lost?” Anders hummed, unsure how to answer. “Not lost, but… Just a friend we haven’t met yet. But it’s all good, don’t worry.”

“I have lots of friends.” “Oh, that’s good!” Anders returned to his meal. “Are they nice to you?” “Mmhmm! Yesterday Leah gave me half her orange on recess. And Penny showed me how to draw a truck.” Anders hummed as though this was a very important topic. “Make sure you’re always nice back to your friends.” Zinny grinned. “I am!”

Their lunch continued on much the same until they’d finally cleared both their plates.

The waitress approached. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Just the cheque, and-” Anders leaned closer, dropping into his Bragi tones. “Maybe your phone number, so we can grab coffee sometime when it’s just the two of us.”

The waitress bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Right away.”

--

They strolled through the park holding hands, Anders having to temper his usual stride as he did his best to match Zinnia’s uneven pace. Still, he couldn’t help but smile as she enthusiastically told him all about what they’d been learning at school, making big sweeping gestures with her free arm, skipping at times, and laughing brightly when he said something ‘silly’ to her. 

It took until they arrived at the gelato stand for Anders to realize how many people were looking their way. He flashed a quick smile to an attractive woman nearby, enjoying the ego boost at her reaction, before turning his attention back to Zinny.

“Okay, bean.” He scooped her up again so she could see the flavours inside the glass-lidded freezer. “What kind should we get today?”

--

“Your chariot, milady!” 

After having finished their dessert and their walk in the park, Anders held open the door for Zinnia, helping her up into the backseat once more.

“Home, James!” She giggled, not quite understanding the reference, but knowing that it got a grin out of her uncle every time she said it - because she’d picked it up from him saying it to Ty.

“As you command.” Anders perched on the seat next to her. “Now, what are we?”

Her eyes lit up, recognizing this ritual they had. “Johnsons!” “And what are Johnsons?”

She made fists with her hands. “Strong.” She pointed at her head next. “Smart.” Then she grabbed Anders’s face again. “Beautiful!”

He let out a soft humming giggle. “That’s right. Don’t forget it.”

Anders wanted his niece to be proud of her family; something he hadn’t been able to feel until the last few years. As a kid, he could only feel shame for the Johnson name, coming from a home where their father had first been abusive - hitting their mother and even Tyrone - and then shot through, only to have their mother follow suit.

But now their family was strong. Axl had been chosen by Odin; the brothers had reunited; Ty had a stable marriage and a kid. They could rebuild what it meant to be a Johnson, and give Zinnia the solid foundation they hadn’t had themselves.

He only regretted that she wouldn’t one day get powers like they had; that they would likely have to keep it all a secret from her.

He closed the buckle on her seat belt. “Did you have fun today?” She grinned. “Yes!” “I did too. Thank you for coming out with me.” “No, thank YOU!” “No, thank you.”

Zinny giggled and Anders took a small breath, letting himself relax for just a moment. He was typically hypervigilant; always assessing for threats and chewing on ways to mitigate them. That had been behind most of his substance abuse in the past - anything to quiet the worries and the god spirit that flooded his thoughts.

But this was nice. A simple family interaction. A positive one.

“Love you heaps,” he stated softly. Zinny replied without hesitation, just as she would for her parents or other family members. “Love you too.”

He took a sharp breath, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he tilted his head. “Maybe I’ll keep you, then eh? Your mum and dad won’t mind, right?” Zinnia laughed, agreeing, but soon they were on their way again.

Anders didn’t really like the idea of having a kid in tow all the time, of course, but an afternoon here or there to feel that familial connection did him good. The way she trusted him, and looked at him with adoration - her face a perfect blend of two of his other favourite people - gave him a sense that there was something outside himself that was worth the effort. He’d protect their family so she could have an easier life than they’d had. He’d wanted that for Axl, and even Ty and Mike to an extent, but it seemed that only now he was able to actually carry through properly with that, and he was determined not to mess it up.

--

When they returned, Zinnia ran to meet Ty at the end of the driveway.

Ty scooped her up much as Anders had earlier, and Zinnia started rambling to him about the view from SkyTower, and the ice cream they’d gotten afterward.

Dawn met Anders beside his vehicle and they walked toward the others. “How was your afternoon?” she asked curiously. Anders grinned, hands in his pockets, watching Ty with Zinny. “It was grand, Dawn. I told you, Zinny’s always an angel for me.” “Mm, I wonder why that might be,” she teased. Anders tilted his head as he met Dawn’s gaze, his soft and serious tone catching her by surprise. “She’s a good kid.”

“Doesn’t take after you, then.” “Oh, definitely not!” They shared a laugh as they joined up with Ty and Zinnia.

“How was your afternoon?” Anders asked, raising his brows. “Doing errands?” “Productive,” Ty answered pointedly, shaking his head at Anders.

“Dad! Uncle Anders and Uncle Axl met a goat farmer!” “A goat farmer? You must mean our friend Derrick.” Ty looked to Anders. “And how did that come up?” Anders shrugged. “Just did.”

“Come on Zinny, let’s get you changed out of your dress, alright?” Dawn took her from Ty to bring her into the house.

Zinnia waved from over her shoulders. “Bye Uncle Anders!” “Bye munchkin!”

“What exactly did you tell her about Thor?” Ty asked seriously in a hushed tone. “Oh, nothing, Ty. Seriously. You worry too much.” “No, Anders, I worry just as much as I need to as a dad.”

Anders grinned and poked at his younger brother’s cheek. Ty batted his hand away. “Stop-” “You love being a dad.”

Ty grinned and crossed his arms, nodding. “Like you don’t love being an uncle?”

Anders let out a humming laugh, placing his hands back in his pockets. “Thanks for letting me take her out.”

“Chur.” Ty nodded and raised his brows as his older brother. “Stay for a beer?” Anders grinned and gestured for Ty to lead the way.

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[extravagantliar]

He would always settle to just be her's.

There are names he could draw out, the line that leads back through the stone, and who he was always meant to be, but that would always pale in comparison to being hers. Varric had never been a man for settling, as he had lost too much until now; now he dares to gamble again, blessing for sixes when the world has only ever blessed him with snake eyes that lead down a narrow and dark road, one that looks a lot like the high stones of Kirkwall, those missing flagstones that are unlike Starkhaven, they do not glitter, and he is not made of gold. Still, he is willing to settle and try his luck.

Enough to be her's.

Another step, another time - another moment, a garden far away and them relaxed and whole. Was it a foolish dream of a younger man? Perhaps, the words do not crest and make it past his lips. She asks for the rumours he has collected; all of the words that pool and dare to wake against his lips do not crest. Rather, he laughs; they are lost in that garden for a moment more, as love is a chosen thing, at least that is what the meaning of true love is, driven choice over and over. He makes it now as the crowd inside roars, and they spend more than enough time under a midnight sky, littered with diamonds and those twin moons are like the diamonds, the rift the emerald nestled in the ring against a letter that is always carried, a letter that flipped his words against hers.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off of you." Varric states that it answers all the questions that Sidri has asked, as if that's all the gossip he has gathered. It is not; there is more, but he will whisper that later, against skin and a wanted moment when they are not graded on their moments away from the limelight and the dance of Orlais, that game ever tempting all of them, how he craves her when the world dims, and the stars draw low. "I was supposed to be listening to some Kalna from north of here, and yet my eyes were on you, shit, Sid." Did she know the power she had? Likely, he had stated Sidri's power over his own bow and misplaced words.

Was it respect then? Had it been more?

Not just the magic, no, not just magic, but her lips against his, a desire for him to stay put. Magic could be damned; this woman was the transfixing thing, the imparting piece on this world, and the magic was just part of it - magic and Maker be damned. There is a carnal desire, one that he cannot give into, but he wants to be closer than this, his hand in hers - daring against a glove as he kisses her, as he pours want into that moment. Rather, rather he pours more than want into this moment, he wishes that time slows, that some of that magic that Sparkler spouts off about gives them moments more, not that hand will wander. Still, he has adored her more than this and worshipped her before, and there is the dare to press further, but he unfurls that dark thought and quashes it as lips are pressed to skin as if it is holy, as it is holy to him in a way that the Chantry does not see.

Sidria is holy in the way that the summer is warm, and the winter brings frigid air settling over bones. Still, she is the warming fire in those cold months, roaring against him, lips pecking against his skin as he fishes for the words, the words that are near further than devotion, further than what he should ask now. This is not about them; this is about something greater than the both of them; the ring nestled against his soul will need to wait as she asks for a garden waving in the wind, a bloom of flowers that Kirkwall would be impossible to foster. Yet, there is always the urge to try, like the pressed zinnia against a letter; he presses another kiss against her jaw, his hair a mess in his eyes, and he cares not.

"One day," He spins, summoning a story, somewhere far from here, somewhere that there is no rift in the sky, no magic simmering between them, no uncertain start. "One day, you and I will be far from here, and you will have that garden, and it might be outside Kirkwall; it has more soil and all...but." There are more words that dare to come, but he stumbles as his lips have been unclean before, but now he musters enough to be truthful in this stolen moment, this stolen everything.

"Hey, Sid?" He does not wait long, not enough for a real answer. "Remind me one day about all of this; remind me about everything I wanted to say?" It seems simple enough, as there is plenty that he wants to say, too much that he keeps too close to the quiver, some that he should keep that close, but he does it out of preservation for them both, which drives him forward; forward still as there are more cheers from the crowd within the party. She's a vision even now.

"One more thing?" He laughs, pulling away, hating the action as he does it. "Save me a dance, won't you?" It's not a large ask; it's one he should have pressed to her skin like ink, but he urges something louder, even if it isn't the three words he means with each teasing word.

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 of her title, that sharp and sanctimonious armor crafted by so many hands not her own, clatters to marble-hewn floor. she is herself again. imperfect and underwhelming against the force of the inquisitor and the mystery of the herald? perhaps, but she is happy. ❝ yes, my trusty dwarf, who also happens to be annoying clever and frustratingly handsome even when forced into uniform. ❞ she smirks with a bright laugh that's swallowed by rustling silk and the swell of music. her gaze slides to him even as a finger taps against the delicate stem of her glass though sidri pauses to allow a small crowd pass by. once certain no one is in earshot, she continues quietly. ❝ i would offer to be something to you but i fear they're likely to throw another title on my shoulders before long. given that, perhaps you might settle me for to just be your's? ❞

her body is something partitioned. sometimes it does not feel as though it is her's at all but rather simply a vessel for this strange magic that was never a gift at all. with each passing day, there is less and less of her reserved for sidri trevelyan and more stolen by the inquisitor, the herald and the inquisitor.

however, she reminds herself as she waits for the perfect moment to slip into the empty room behind him, they cannot have her heart. that is solely claimed as it was freely given, bruised and battered though it may be.

❝ i shall always run away with you when you ask. you did not bait me with all the gossip you've been steadily collecting. ❞ she teases and slips her hand into his. a quick glance over her shoulder ensures someone else has captured the spotlight, or committed so great an offense as to be trapped beneath it, and she follows him out into the night.

the air feels cool and the only perfume that fills her senses is the verdant flowers and herbs blossoming around them in neat, manicured rows. in a palace filled with masks and half-truths, the garden somehow feels earnest. still, she thinks as her leads away from that too small and too large room, she has always preferred her flowers wild. ❝ to be clear, ❞ sidri squeezes his hand as they near a small, secluded courtyard, ❝ i still very much wish to hear whatever sordid rumors you happen to have accumulated, varric. you're allowed to mingle and talk and i'm stuck in the center of the room. nothing fun happens there, it's always the corners where the most interesting things happen at a party. ❞

the intrigue of the night's events seem so dull compared to the bright stars above them now. he takes her hand and his lips linger there for a moment she wishes would stretch longer. once, not all that long ago, there had been fear to think of touching him with her bare hand, of somehow poisoning him with that strange energy coursing through her fingers, but now it's all she can do not to toss her glove off and be free of any fabric between them.

❝ varric-, ❞ her lips part to try and impart but a fraction of her love as best she can, in simple words and gentle syllables that never feel quite sufficient, but then he is kissing her and she is kissing him back as deeply as she can all words die on her tongue in favor of this. it is them and only them and the urge to ask him to run away with her is kindled behind her ribs as her fingers brush into the silk of his ribbon. they could run away, they could leave all of this and the inquisition behind, and she could kiss him in a wild garden without fear of distant bell or curious gaze.

but that is a selfish thought. she reconciles that within herself as his lips graze her jaw. in return, her fingers thread through his auburn hair as she presses lazy kisses into his hair. her hand finds his and lifts it to her heart, tempting him to find the swift, wanting beat of her heart. ❝ one day, when this is all behind us and we're far from him, will you plant a garden with me? ❞ it's a simple, all but laughable request against the enormity and weight of their task, but she speaks quietly and earnestly. ❝ i want it to be wild and ridiculous, something a proper gardener would scoff at. it hardly sounds like kirkwall is overflowing with eager soil but even a single flower would be enough if that's all we're allowed. ❞

[lordkingsmith]

Tried to keep to the Z convention because gut feeling but a non roofied Zedd might find that important, but also Kim would want to tie the child to Earth. Even when she’s under mind control. Their baby name search is filled with “pretty words that start with Z”. I have no idea how Zinnia works, I just know he probably doesn’t look anything like Thrax. And lol I don’t really think on this one seriously; Zedd needs to be put on a watch list and that’s that on that. But hey I’ve met at least one Zedd/Kim shipper and it did almost happen so we’re going to at least acknowledge it. But Zinnia I don’t take seriously as a possibility.

Those two develop a deep love/hate relationship, and I don’t think Matt had much to do with the kids. Kim barely has anything to do with them after a while. Not a happy reality, that one. Grace probably likes the two though. Probably helped Kira get her job.

K wears a purple dress under her lab coat ;) I doubt it was intentional as Color, but I’ll take what I can get. And it makes leagues more sense than pink. I know it’s never canon but in my heart Stan’s her dad and Kim’s her mom, either together or as a surrogate. It makes narrative sense they’d target a ranger’s child, whether she’s raising her or not. Every version of her, and she looks so much like a Skullovitch.

She’s more emo with very neon shots of orange and pink clashing in her outfit. She can’t do anything with her unruly curly hair, but it actually works with how purposefully chaotic her outfit is, so it works. Chloe’s more pastel goth/about to battle Amy Lee in a fashion contest. Stormy is about to challenge Wednesday Adam’s to a poetry contest. I’ll give her this; she’s loved enough by both parents to actually give a damn about her reputation. The divorce is hard enough to explain for her, does she really want to get into Spike or that she thinks rangers are cool actually? She’ll grow out of her embarrassment of it all, of that I’m certain, but it takes her a little while.

Chloe is my baby, and a sweetie. Goth queen. And yes~ her baby version is adored and loved in the au~

Given power rangers has alter reality kids for Kim and Tommy now I wanna do a series to make up oc kids for Kim and Kat for everyone they were dating or popular ships for them. I’ve got a couple for Kim so I’m just gonna spitball a few with the canon lol

Canon Kimberly Hart child;

Tommy Oliver:

Olivia Hart, possibly aged 21, green ranger. Information to be added.

OC Children of Kimberly Hart;

Farkas Bulkmeier;

Chloe Bulkmeier-Hart, aged 19, pink ranger. Au that will be animated, Kim and Farkas waited to have kids and actually Chloe was a bit of a surprise baby. Best friends with Tommy and Kat’s oldest grandson. Was a good ranger, became brainwashed and is a villainous ranger. Her love interest is a vampire named Iva Song.

Tangential Coinless au, bur she’s a newborn and Billy and Drakkon’s clones Bit and Tom become her babysitters. Her godmother is Sharkie and her godfather is Eugene Skullovitch.

Eugene Skullovitch;

Stormy Hart, aged seventeen. Her parents are separated. Despite the rocky start with Eugene being Kim’s rebound, they got together again after the Candace Incident. Kim progressed on Eugene’s terms, and they had a kiddo right as they were applying for colleges. It was a bit difficult and they made it work, but when Stormy was seven they finally had to separate, though they’re not on bad terms. Stormy is Spike’s half sister, and has her own band. Has anxiety and depression. Doesn’t spend time with brother or Bulk, at least as much as she should. Mostly for her appearance. Got extremely jealous of Spike over the power rangers thing though! She generally lives with her mom, not her dad, hence why she doesn’t spend time with Spike. She loves her goofy half brother but she’s at the age where her image is important to her. She doesn’t have any colors associated with her.

Stan Skullovitch;

Kimmie Skullovitch-Trueheart. Aged 20. She is the alternate version of Dr. K. The one that wasn’t stolen from school and her parents. In the same reality as Chloe. Kim offered to be the surrogate mother when she was around 27 years old. She had long discussions with them, and they made it happen.

In a tangential reality she and Stan got together while he was on tour and she was finishing college, and Kimmie has two famous parents. One in biotech and Olympic gymnastics and one as a rockstar. In this reality Kimmie is a purple ranger.

And then of course Dr K, yes my headcanon is she’s a Skullovitch somehow, and I adore her being Kim’s too

Matthew Cook;

Kelson Hart. Aged 21. Older Twin brother to Kira Hart. Kim’s a single parent, raised her kids mostly on the run after Matthew died when they were four, but she and Matt never got married. More of a friends with benefits thing, off and on until she got pregnant with twins. Kelson has nothing to do with his family. Intergalactic diplomat at 21. Does not live on earth, but shows up every Christmas. He is not associated with any color. He blames power rangers for a lot of his family and planet problems actually. He loves his mom and sister and family, but he can’t bypass their glaringly massive differences in opinions.

Kira, aged 21, younger twin sister to Kelson, green ranger on SPD B Team. She’s often her brothers body guard when he’s on earth for official business, but they bicker constantly when they actually speak to each other outside of work. He blames the power rangers for everything, she thinks he’s an idiot. The reason Kim was on the run in the first place was an unreformed Zedd heard about the kids and as Matt used to work for him, decided those kids were his, actually. As payment. Matt died killing Zedd. That wasn’t power rangers fault, that was Zedd’s fault.

Zedd;

Specifically not serious bur she almost got married to him so that eventual resulting Eltaran human hybrid is named Zinnia, he’s 24. Zedd’s dead and Kim is a grand empress. Nobody blames Kim for murdering him, however she’s gone a bit nuts. Zinnia is a freedom fighter against his own mother. He’s a gold ranger.

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I’ll put more up but I think this was fun! Do you think we should make this an ask game? Send someone a name and ask them to list their ideas of kids they might have with different partners?

I kinda wanna draw them too, the official and unofficial “siblings” as it were lol. Your thoughts @augment-techs and @skyland2703? I’d tag more but I don’t know if it’d be a good idea. Anyway. Thoughts?

[peachships]

All the flowers for Eda >:3

Yeah! I'm gonna skip the playlist ask bc I can't make playlists to save my life kashaksh

rose - how many brain cells would you estimate there are between you and your f/o?

At least 7, but two are fully dedicated to annoying songs that just play on repeat and one is fart jokes

anemone - in ten words or less, describe the dynamic between you and your f/o.

Two cursed dumbasses who are found family but chaotic [lovingly]

dahlia - what song and/or song lyric do you most associate with your f/o?

10,000 Stones by Adrianne, especially the verse "Who knows what you think of me now / Knowing sooner or later / The truth would come out / But I don't want to look back / Don't want to look back to" because she hid the curse as much as she could but also didn't want to look back and just focus on taking care of herself

tulip - go to your f/o's wiki page and quote your favorite part of it.

"E.da is described as the sort of teacher that would not only throw someone into the deep end, but also set the entire body of water on fire."

buttercup - give an incorrect quote of you and your f/o.

Probably this post by @incorrectselfshipquotes, but I'm gonna type it here too since I'm tweaking it *just* a tiny bit (just wanted to link credit!)

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Me: You really put everything aside and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

E.da: Several traffic violations.

E.da: Three counts of resisting arrest.

E.da: And roughly thirteen cans of apple blood.

E.da: Also, that's not my staff.

marigold - what is your favorite picture, video, and/or moment of your f/o?

Probably those moments when she saw any image of herself and was impressed, like when the twins made a giant illusion of her and her first reaction was "Dang I look great", or when she saw the photo of her owl beast form and went "That look is fierce", or her reaction to seeing her harpy form. Confidence icon

orchid - is your f/o also your favorite character from their respective media, or is it someone else?

I actually love them all equally! I can't choose a favourite because I adore all of them and every one is so unique

sunflower - do you make fun of or tease your f/o a lot, or can you not bring yourself to be lovingly mean to them?

Oh we're lovingly mean to each other all the time. "How's it going old lady" "Wouldn't you like to know" and other fun stuff like that :3 it's never with mean intent and never about sensitive topics. We do poke fun at each other's cursed beast forms and she calls me "pup" and I call her "bird"

zinnia - how often do you think about your f/o? do they live in your head rent free or do you not think about them for months on end before suddenly hyperfixating on them nonstop for a week?

She's been on my mind more recently for some reason? (Mainly my familials have been and idk why) but she lives rent free with all of my f/os but it's a big house and they all just vibe. Sometimes I do hyperfixate on O.wl H.ouse and rewatch it a lot

lily - what would you say is the color scheme of you and your f/o?

Crimson, gold, silver, and sapphire! Complimentary colours with just enough of a difference

iris - does your self insert for your f/os source material have a detailed and complex story and character arc, or are they just kinda vibing?

Kinda detailed! I'm in the process of working on it right now and I'll post it when I'm done :D I love having detailed character arcs and background stories

peony - how many images, gifs, and videos of your f/o do you have saved to your gallery?

Honestly maybe two memes and a wallpaper? If you find any awesome art of her send it my way!

[saiilorstars]

Out of This World

Fandom: Criminal Minds // Spencer Reid x OFC

Summary: It's Valentine season and Aitana finds herself with a secret admirer. He knows her well enough to tailor each gift to her favorite subject: space. But as time goes on, Aitana begins to lose the excitement for each gift when she starts to realize she'd rather be with someone else, someone she knows pretty well. If only she knew the truth behind the admirer.

Pronunciation of the OC's name sounds like "eye-ta-na"

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[Aitana’s Masterlist]

The first time Aitana saw the flower, she thought it was Penelope being her sweet self like the friend that she was. But when Aitana drew closer to her desk, she saw the peculiar flower had a small ribbon around its stem holding one small card.

My love for you bloomed the first time you smiled.

Yeah, Penelope was sweet as sugar but she would not write something like that. Aitana knew that for sure.

She picked up the flower, smiling at its bright hot pink petals. Golden yellow petals were sprinkled in its center. If Aitana was correct, and she typically was when it came to her favorite subject, the flower was a Zinnia. It was the first flower in history to bloom in outer space.

The zinnia had been chosen specifically for this reason.

It was hard to forget the thoughtful valentine for a few days, Aitana had mentioned it to the women in the BAU and of course they made it harder to forget. As far as they were concerned, Aitana had a secret admirer who'd gotten brave during the Valentine's period.

The next time Aitana received a flower, Penelope was with her.

"Oooh, that's pretty!" The blonde's mouth was in the shape of a little 'o'.

Aitana agreed that the brilliant white flower was quite beautiful. Its trumpet petals made the flower seem taller. "It's a moon flower," she mused.

"A what?" Penelope scrunched her face. "I've never heard of those!"

Aitana smiled when she read the Valentine's card wrapped around the flower's stem. "I love being around you." This time, she couldn't help the small laugh when she gazed at the picture. She turned it around for Penelope to see.

The blonde went into a full blown 'awww'.

The valentines card had the earth at the center with the moon orbiting it, leaving little dashed lines to show its orbit track.

Aitana's heart may have fluttered the more she looked at the card and her flower.

After that, the news of her admirer spread like wild fire amongst the team.

"Serrano's got a boooyfriend," JJ sing-sang each time Aitana came into the room. She always followed it with a smirk.

Aitana rolled her eyes but everyone saw her blush each time.

The third time she had a flower, it was bright and early in the day. Only a few people were in that day and as much as she loved the mystery of who was her admirer, Aitana couldn't help make a quick scope of who was in the bullpen. Hotch and Morgan were in their offices already but Aitana counted them out. She loved Morgan but he could care less about the space theme. Hotch was already dating and she didn't exactly picture him liking her either. A couple more people were in but Aitana just didn't seem like the type to go through this.

"What are you doing?" she heard Emily's voice.

Aitana looked towards the entrance to see Emily and Spencer coming in. "Morning," Aitana greeted the pair with a weak wave.

"You alright?" asked Spencer, eyebrows raising at her apparent sunken mood.

"Yeah," Aitana leaned over the rail. "I just got another valentine's."

"You did?" Emily beamed. "What's it this time?"

Aitana straightened up and headed for her office, intending on coming back with the things only to have Emily rush inside, practically dragging Spencer with her.

"I thank my lucky stars for meeting you."

"Sweet," Emily nodded.

"Yeah, I just don't know what flower this is," Aitana tilted her head at the strange flower in her hand. It was a bright white flower with its petals resembling the shape of a star. At the center were glossy pink colored petals resembling a smaller flower with one white center.

"It's a Star Tulip," she heard Spencer say.

She beamed, snapping her fingers at him. "I can always count on you, Dr. Reid!"

He smiled at her. "It's very pretty."

"Isn't it?" She grinned the more she looked at her flower. She moved around her desk to one of the shelves. She pulled down a vase to sit the new flower along with the previous flowers she'd been getting. "I'm making a bouquet out of them," she explained.

"It's one strange bouquet," remarked Emily as she eyed the flowers that couldn't seem to match any less.

"They're space themed," Aitana said. Her fingers gently grazed her mix of flowers. "My favorite subject."

"They're weird," Emily corrected.

"Of course you wouldn't get it," Aitana playfully rolled her eyes. She cast a smile in Spencer's direction. "But Spencer does. After all, I was the one who gave him a collection of the classical Doctor Who episodes."

Against every fiber of his being, Spencer felt a surge of heat crawl up his neck and face.

It got even warmer when Emily gave him a certain type of look. "Right," she hummed. "I remember that. You two were...inseparable."

"Were we?" Spencer cleared his throat.

"Yeeah," Emily drawled with the answer. Her eyes narrowed on the man until he visibly shifted.

Aitana glanced at the pair with a raised eyebrow. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Emily waved her off. "We'll see you in a bit."

Aitana nodded and went back to her bouquet. She may have to rearrange them. Her hands were already busy when the pair of agents headed out the office.

~ 0 ~

"You are so sneaky," Emily ushered Spencer down the small steps into the bullpen. "I didn't know you had it in you!"

"Had what?" The young doctor moved directly for his desk, carefully avoiding Emily's beedy-eyed stare.

"Don't play dumb with me—you're anything but dumb! It's you, isn't it? You're the one who's been sending Aitana the flowers and the cards."

Spencer's attempt to scoff casually came out in a stammering way. He didn't even know that was possible. "What? No, I'm not!" His voice betrayed him when it decided to go up an octave.

Emily smirked. "Oh, it's so you. Of course it is—why didn't we think of it before? You two are always geeking out about space! Nobody else understands you two!"

"We like the same subject, it's not a big deal. Garcia and I like Doctor Who."

"Yeah but you and Aitana are like this—" Emily crossed her index and middle fingers together, "—and you get all shy around her. She gets giggly around. It's her tell."

"She has a tell?" It was the wrong thing to ask and Spencer realized it as soon as Emily's eyes widened. Her mouth formed an 'o' while her finger raised to point at him. He panicked. He absolutely panicked. "No, wait! It doesn't mean that I—"

"You did send them! It's you! Oh my God! It's you—"

"Shhhhh!" Spencer frantically exclaimed, trying to keep her from shouting. He would absolutely die if Aitana overheard them. "Emily please!"

Emily started laughing. Spencer couldn't decide if this was better or worse. "I would've never figured you had the guts to do that!" Emily needed to put her hand on the desk to support herself before she ended up laughing on the floor. "Morgan and I have a pool going on to see when one of you will get some courage to say something!"

"Please stop laughing before Aitana comes out—what the do you mean there's a pool?"

That got Emily to stop. She cleared her throat, setting one hand on her hip. "Uh, well, you know...Morgan started it!"

"What!?"

"And then Rossi upped the money so I had to—"

"Rossi is in on it?" Spencer was horrified that his love life just a game of bets for everyone. "Nice, very nice. You're all very good friends!" He huffed and sunk down on his chair.

"We're sorry, it's just funny how you and Aitana are so clueless about each other. You do realize that she's hopelessly in love with you, right?"

Spencer frowned. "I don't know. She's never really said anything."

"Because she's waiting for you! What you're doing now is the perfect strategy to tell her the truth."

"Oh no," Spencer shook his head. "I'm not telling her anything. I just wanted to see if she liked the idea. And she does." He smiled to himself. Each time she'd gotten her flowers, she ecstatic. Her entire mood would change and it was honestly the best thing to see. Their jobs were always so grim and bloody. He wanted to see her adorable freckled face smiling all day. But to go ahead and reveal himself?

"Oh c'mon," Emily sat on the edge of his desk. "All you have to do is tell her it's you and she'll finally confess."

"You can't be sure about that." God knew he wasn't sure about it. Aitana always smiled at him, but she also smiled at everyone else. She was a hugger with everyone. Her eyes twinkled to many things, not just for him. What he interpreted as something romantic could very well just be Aitana being her lovely self. He could never take her rejection. A rejection meant the end of their friendship. If he couldn't be sure about her love, he would hold onto their friendship forever.

~ 0 ~

"Let's never put space between us."

Aitana held onto a lavender-colored flower. This time, she couldn't make out the relationship between the flower and the quote. She knew there was definitely a connection but not one that she knew straightaway.

"It's a cosmos," Spencer would explain to her that evening when their case finally allowed them to leave the BAU.

"I will never get over the fact you just happen to know these things," Aitana said, shaking her head with one of her sweet smiles on her face.

"You could pick up a book once in a while," he quipped, earning himself a gasp of offence from her.

"Well!" She crossed her arms. "Somebody came back sassy!"

He couldn't help the grin that came to his own face. "So you don't want the book?"

She pointed at him, eyes narrowing on him. "Watch it, Dr. Reid. I'm not afraid to go to your house and take that Doctor Who collection back from you."

"I dare you to," he challenged, only to have her giggle.

"Don't tempt me!" She wagged her finger in his face then turned around to take the lead towards the elevator.

He remained frozen in his spot. 'She gets giggly. It's her tell.' He suddenly swallowed hard. Emily's words replayed in his head for the rest of the night coupled with the moments that Aitana had giggled at something he said or done around her.

It turned out there were a lot.

~ 0 ~

The next time Aitana saw a present couldn't have come at a better time. She didn't realize how much she'd started depending on the flowers and the cards until tonight. She'd had a hard time today with the case. It left her drained and, honestly, wishing like somebody would just drop a truck over her.

"I'd be in the dark without you."

She gingerly held her valentine's card, her lips tugging into a smile with the picture of the sun and moon looking at each other. The sunflower on her desk was radiant. "Now how could I be somebody's light?" she whispered to herself. Who could want her that much? For the first time, she really wished this person would come into her office and just...give her a hug. Somebody's arms wrapped tightly around hers, telling her everything would be fine. Now that would be nice.

She heard a light knock against her door and soon saw Penelope poking her head inside. She was smiling—of course she was—and talking about something until she noticed the tears in Aitana's eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Aitana tried to say like it should've been obvious that she was fine. Of course she was fine, they didn't have the luxury to feel things about each of their cases.

But Penelope came further inside, her head tilting as she studied her friend's face. "No you're not."

The tears rolled down Aitana's cheeks before she could think about stopping them. "No, I'm not," she agreed with a shake of her head.

"Oh no!" Penelope didn't think twice about hugging her. She was a hugger too.

Aitana appreciated her gesture but there was a part of her that made it very clear she would rather have somebody else hug her. The thought brought more tears to her eyes.

~ 0 ~

Her fluke made it around the team per Penelope's concern that something deeper was going on. Aitana wasn't even upset that Penelope had told the others. She assured them, especially Hotch who was already suggesting she take some time off, that she was perfectly fine. The case had just been a little too much.

But somehow each time she found a new flower and a valentines card on her desk, she was a little more blue rather than elated like the first few times.

"You are so space-cial to me!"

She felt incredibly special, alright, getting these valentines each day now that the holiday was around the corner.

"You are one in a universe!"

Given the size of the universe, it was hard not to feel special and even more so when she thought of the idea of parallel universes.

"It's your fault I believe in them," she told Spencer that same morning. They were preparing their coffees before their meeting would start.

"What?" he laughed. "How is it my fault?" He reached over for the sugar packets.

"Because you started going on about the theories of potential universes!"

"I didn't know you were actually listening to that!"

"I always listen to you," she said earnestly, making him stop when he noticed her long stare. She seemed almost upset that he would think otherwise.

"I'm sorry," he blurted. "I just thought...I mean it would be no big deal. Everyone does it—"

"Not me," she cut him off with a bit of an edge in her tone. Her eyebrows were knitted together and the more seconds passed by, Spencer felt like things were shifting into something he was not prepared for. Even Aitana was confused with her irritation and yet, she decided the conversation was over. "Gotta go get ready for the meeting," she mumbled and moved around him.

"Aitana?" Spencer called after her but she didn't eve look back at him. Hell, her coffee wasn't even finished yet. He knew for a fact that what she carried in her cup was a pitch black coffee and she loved her sugar as much a he did. What had he done?

~ 0 ~

"Are you mercury? Because you'll always be first to me."

Aitana's smile was a bitter one. She put the card down on her desk and exhaled heavily. Her eyes flickered to the flower. It was white flower with rugged petals and a golden middle. She had no idea what the flower's connection this time and she had no idea to seek the answer either.

"I know that face," JJ's voice startled her. The agent walked in with a couple files in her hands. "You've been making that face for days now."

"Have I?" Aitana sighed as she took the files into her hands. "I didn't notice."

"What's it for?"

Aitana shrugged. "I honestly don't know."

"Well maybe it's time we figured it out because we'd really love to have our old Aitana back, some more than others."

Aitana looked up at the blonde. "What?"

"Nothing," JJ waved it off. Her eyes soon landed on the valentine card and flower. "Oh, got another one?"

"Yeah," Aitana moved the card over for her to see.

JJ 'aawd' much like Penelope had earlier. "This is really sweet. What's the flower this time?"

"I don't know."

"We could ask Spence, he's still in." JJ picked up the flower and made a turn to go do what when Aitana exclaimed a sharp "No!" JJ turned back with confused eyes. "Why not?"

Aitana shifted in her chair, an audible sigh leaving her lips. "I...don't know."

JJ raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't know? What?"

"I don't know!" Aitana almost whined which was very unlike her and immediately pulled JJ back to the desk.

"What's going on?" the blonde planted herself in the chair across. "It's got to do with Spencer, huh? You've been kinda weird with each other."

"I really don't know," Aitana insisted. "We were just talking about the last valentine card I got and then he said something about not believing that I'd actually listened to one of his rants and...I don't know, I got upset."

"That he thought...you didn't listen to him?" JJ asked slowly so as to understand the issue. It sounded a bit ridiculous but there was something Aitana had yet to see.

"He didn't say it explicitly like that," Aitana admitted. "He just said he didn't know I listened to him talking about a theory."

"Why'd you get upset?"

"Because...because I...I always listen!" Aitana exclaimed. Her lips were pulling down into a frown. "I like listening to him. He always has interesting things to say."

"Does he?" JJ made a face that, for a moment, had Aitana smiling. "I love Spencer but sometimes I have to tune him out for my own well being."

"He talks a lot but if you listen, it's always so interesting," Aitana said, a moment later adding softly, "Plus, he always gets excited when he talks about something." The frown returned to her face. "How could he think I wouldn't listen to him!? He thought I was like everyone else! Since when am I like everyone..." She paused when she realized what she was about to say.

JJ's eyebrows raised almost to her hair line. "Sounds like somebody's mad she got clumped with 'everyone else'."

"Am not," Aitana said quickly. She pursed her lips together so hard that for a moment, they went white.

JJ smirked. "Oh yes she is!"

"Am not!"

JJ laughed. "Yes, you are! That's why you won't even go ask him what flower that is!"

"Maybe I just don't care about these valentine gifts anymore! How about that?" Aitana asked, thinking she'd created a good challenge.

"Could be," JJ would only give her a second to claim victory before she added, "Or maybe you just don't care anymore because you're thinking more about Spencer than this admirer."

Aitana's eyes widened in alarm. "Shut up!"

"Something to think about," JJ winked as she got up. "And for the record, it's not that far-fetched between you two."

Aitana said nothing. Her eyes lowered to her desk.

"Hey," she heard JJ call again. She stood by the doorway. "You really don't see it?"

"There's nothing to see," Aitana said quickly.

"Oh, there's plenty to see," JJ promised before leaving.

Aitana remained right where she was. With this type of conversation there was no way in hell she could face Spencer and say something coherent. By the the end of night, she might just end up hating JJ for planting these ideas in her head.

She didn't plant anything that wasn't already there. Aitana swallowed hard. Even the voice in her head was against her on this one? She glanced at her bouquet still standing on her shelf behind her. It'd grown over the weeks with flowers she couldn't even feel the same appreciation for anymore.

~ 0 ~

"If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I'd have a galaxy in my hand."

The flower was beyond gorgeous. It had to be the best flower out of the entire bouquet she already had. It was a dark purple with contrasting white spots of various sizes. It truly resembled a galaxy.

Aitana sighed deeply. The Valentines card was sweet as well. It should've brought her a warmth or a fluttering in her stomach but...there was nothing. There was an ache but she wasn't sure if it was because she didn't feel anything for the gift or if it was because of the pending talk she still needed to have.

"Aitana?"

Oh God. She subtly took in a breath then turned to meet Spencer. "Hey," she gave a weak wave of her hand. That was stupid! Yes, yes it was.

If Spencer thought so too, he didn't let it show. "Are you busy?"

"Uh, no, not really..."

"Can we talk?"

"Sure." Aitana put her things on the desk. "But, um, I should start by apologizing for that whole thing about listening." God, even saying it made her feel ridiculous. What did he know about the truth behind that moment?

"Why were you upset about that?" Spencer had to ask because no matter how many times he thought about it, he just couldn't figure it out. He replayed the moment at least a hundred times each day to see if he'd said something offensive, or maybe did something that he hadn't thought, but nothing stood out.

"Oh, just forget it Spencer. It's not a big deal," Aitana made a wave of it.

"No, it was," he said, taking a few steps closer to her. "I did something that you clearly didn't like and I want to know what it was so I don't do it anymore."

"It wasn't you, Spencer, honest. I'm just...weird," she settled for. She thought it would be the end when Spencer cracked a smile at her.

"You're not weird—leave that for me. In fact, is that what I did? Something weird?"

Aitana sighed. "Why can't you just leave it?"

"Because it still has you upset," he started to frown. "The fact you won't tell me makes me think that I'll never be able to fix it and I don't want to lose you!" He only realized what he said after he'd said it. For all the smarts he had, he couldn't figure out a way to backtrack from that.

Aitana's eyebrows raised in surprise. "What?"

"Nothing!" He said quickly. "Forget it!" He made a turn to leave but she grabbed his arm.

"Now you're upset," she pointed out. "Why?"

"You go first," he said with a sharp look.

She smirked. "I don't think so."

He rolled his eyes at her. At least she was smirking now. "Worth a try." To help change the subject, he looked past her to the desk. "You got another gift?"

Aitana looked over her shoulder, not even affording the gifts her entire look. "Yeah," she muttered.

"What's the matter?" Spencer frowned. "You...didn't like it?" It actually hurt watching her shake her head. Each flower and card he chose was picked out with care and, frankly, with the idea that it would make her smile or laugh the most. He thought for sure the Galaxy Flower were would be her favorite for its appearance (and even the name). Plus, the quote was pretty sweet and honest. He couldn't count the times when she'd lifted his spirits with just a smile from her.

"I don't know, maybe it's getting old," Aitana shrugged her shoulders. Or maybe she was just realizing what she wanted.

"Really?" Spencer had to take a step back before she noticed the strain on his face. He was using every profiling skill he had not to let the pain be visible. He'd never done something that hard.

"I don't know," Aitana whispered. "Maybe I'm just over the secrets."

"Are you really?"

"Maybe."

"That's a lot of 'maybe's' you're throwing out there..."

"Maybe I'm confused," Aitana admitted, picking her gaze up from the floor to meet his. "You want to know why I was upset?"

"More than anything," Spencer answered fast before she changed her mind.

"You said you wouldn't mind if I didn't listen to you because everyone typically doesn't. And you know what? That hurt. It shouldn't but it does." Aitana ducked her head and hoped to God she wasn't freaking him out. It was too late to go back now.

Spencer was speechless for a minute. His mind wasn't comprehending fast enough and that alone should've been alarming. He learned long ago that when it came to Aitana, he was an outright idiot. "I'm sorry," he apologized. He hadn't even thought about that word being a problem. It'd slipped out. A force of habit, really.

"No, you don't have to apologize," Aitana leaned against her desk. "I know you didn't do it on purpose and, honestly, it's ridiculous. I shouldn't get upset. I'm...I'm part of everyone."

"No you're not," he said swiftly.

She blinked at him. "What—"

"You are not 'everyone'," he said before he could stop himself. Thinking about it more, looking at her downcast self, he didn't want to stop. She was upset because she thought she was just 'everyone'. The irony was just too much for him.

"It's fine, Spencer. You don't have to try and fix things."

"I will because I have to, I need to clarify things. You don't see how special you are to me!"

"What?" She looked up just as he came closer to her, so close that she was locked between him and the desk. She swallowed hard once the nerves started kicking in. Her heart already started picking up its pace.

"I don't go hunting down space-themed flowers throughout the city for just anybody." He actually found the nerve to smirk at her wide-eyed reaction. Sure his heart was currently threatening to burst from his chest but he would never forget this moment. It was all worth it.

"Hunt...flowers...?" Aitana slowly turned her head to see her bouquet on the shelf. "That was...that was you?"

Spencer nodded. "Yes. It was me. It's...me." Aitana stared at him with eyes even more wide. They might as well pop! Even her freckles stretched when her mouth fell open. Spencer braced himself for what was coming next. This was the moment where she would reject him and he had to be prepared for it. He always thought of different scenarios where he would get the courage to tell her how he felt and then she would inevitably reject him. Sometimes it was nice, like the real Aitana would, and then other times it was...bad.

"You...you went hunting for flowers to fit the cards?" Aitana was slow in her question. Her mind was still trying to wrap around the idea of him searching through stores for her.

"Y-yeah," Spencer's one worded answer still was enough time for his voice to crack. Embarrassing.

Aitana, however, giggled.

'She gets giggly around. It's her tell.'

Spencer's eyes widened slightly. "That's...?"

"Incredibly sweet," she finished, her lips pursing together. "You really went through the stores for me? Why?"

"Because it's you," he shrugged. "I thought you'd like it but I guess I got it wrong..."

"No!" she exclaimed. "I mean...I said what I said because I didn't know it was you behind it. I was getting tired of it because of you..."

"Because of me," Spencer repeated, once again growing puzzled even when he thought about her words. Yeah, complete idiot.

Aitana knew she was making no sense to him. "I kept thinking about you when I saw the new gifts. I was more concerned with our relationship than this admirer's affections for me. See...I didn't want to lose you either." Her cheeks blushed pink.

Spencer felt the warmth blossom in his chest that soon spread all around him. He heard right. She said...

"I'm sorry for what I said. Of course I love the gifts," Aitana brought her hands to her chest, her soft smile making a force of fluttering erupt in Spencer's stomach. "They're exactly what I like and only you would know that. You listen to me all the time."

Spencer smiled. "Of course I do." His arms were hesitant when they came around Aitana. He was being brave again and testing the waters of this new territory they were seemingly crossing. She stared into his eyes in those seconds he struggled to decide. She was letting him make the call and boy was she glad when he made the right one. His arms wrapped around her, hands resting on her back. He swallowed hard when her fingers tapped up his chest.

"You know, tomorrow's the day," she said, expression much too innocent.

"The day?" he repeated.

"Valentine's day," she reminded. "I don't mean to sound demanding but...what did you have planned for tomorrow? Any, uh, last flower in that big brain of yours?"

"Ah," Spencer nodded. "There was one...I was going to go to the store today..."

"What if we cut to the chase and you just tell me the valentine's right now?"

"I would...but now I'm not sure I like it."

"What? Why not?"

"There was one quote I liked but I was never going to use it."

"Why?" Aitana could genuinely see the red take over his cheeks. "Dr. Reid, what were you thinking?" She smirked.

"I found it accidentally!"

"Aha."

"I did! I swear! I picked every quote carefully. I wanted to see you smiling and...feeling special."

"I did feel special," Aitana said, tilting her head at him. "But you've made me feel special way before any of this started. If you had just said something...we could've avoided trouble."

"I'm sorry," Spencer lowered his head. "I was always afraid of messing things up. I'd rather be friends with you than be nothing at all."

"Well I think I'd rather be something more," Aitana hummed. "There's just one catch."

Spencer was curious about that. "What is it?"

"You have to tell me what that valentine's quote was, the one you didn't want to say."

Spencer cleared his throat on the spot. "Aitana..." She giggled. God, she sounded so pretty when she giggled. "It's stupid."

"Of course it is, so tell me!" She jumped on him, startling the hell out of him but it quickly passed when he realized she was on him. His arms instinctively held onto her tighter. "Pleeeease?" She pouted at him.

"Not the pout..." He groaned. "Please don't do the pout."

"Tell me the quote!"

He sighed. He straightened them up and stepped back. This could go in two very different directions. "It was, um, 'Kiss me. Let me taste your sweet lips before the asteroids destroys earth'."

Aitana laughed. "Oh my God!"

"I know. You can see why I wasn't going to ever use it."

Aitana reached over him and tugged him close to her until she was leaned against her desk again. She raised her head, showing off a clean smirk. "Well, before the asteroids destroy Earth...kiss me."

Spencer blinked at her. "What?"

"You led me on for like 2 weeks. You better kiss me now or the asteroids will be the least of your problems." She draped her arms over his shoulders.

"Really...?" His doubt was endearing but only a little bit. She was actually getting impatient.

"Yes!" She exclaimed.

He leaned down, pausing midway to make sure it was still what she wanted. At this point, his heart was going to explode at any second. He might as well get a kiss before it (or the asteroids) got him first.

His lips found hers with a little bit of hesitance in the beginning, like maybe she would change her mind at the last minute. But she didn't. She kissed him back and moved with him in a synchronicity that they didn't even know they had. It was as if they'd each been waiting to meet the perfect partner who knew exactly how to correspond with the other.

Aitana's fingers played with his curls even when they parted. The way she smiled at him would never leave his mind. Spencer had the feeling he would be committing to memory a lot more moments like these. The sensations were definitely going in the books.

"Tomorrow..." she barely started when he cut her off.

"Let's go out," he said and flushed immediately afterwards. "I mean..."

"No," she said, her fingers sliding from his hair to his cheek, "You meant that; stick with it. Take me out. Please?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah. You want to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

"Absolutely," she couldn't say it fast enough. "But...you have to tell me every quote you didn't use in these cards."

His eyebrows rose. "Oh, Aitana, you don't want to hear them. The internet is not a very good thing sometimes."

She laughed. "That's the idea, genius! I want to hear them come out of your usually well educated lips." She tapped his lips with a smirk. "I can't wait!"

"Maybe we can let the asteroids come a little earlier..." He said and let his head fall over her shoulder. He could feel her body shaking as she laughed. She kissed his hair, mumbling a few assumptions of what those quotes were.

Giggly and a tease. That's what she was. And he couldn't wait to finally take her out tomorrow of all nights.

[viciousgracearc]

@imbalanceofpower SENT :  hibiscus for lyanna, lotus for johanna, snapdragon for sansa and zinnia for abigail

PROMPTS & MEMES

HIBISCUS -- how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?

       Lyanna has both practical and romantic tendencies in her. Younger!Lyanna was definitely sentimental -- she adored beautiful things and she was looking at the world, for the most part of her youth, through a rose-tinted glass. This was both tempered and bolstered by living in Winterfell, where both the ground and the people were hard, and there’s really not a lot of gentle, dainty things around. It sort of made the few that Lyanna had that much more precious to her. I think the perfect example would be the blue winter roses in Winterfell’s glass gardens. She adored those flowers and she would come to the gardens everyday to see them in full bloom. But those roses were not forever -- they withered and they died. I think Lyanna understood even from a young age that that too, was part of their beauty -- the fact that they are not eternal. So I think it doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive. Lyanna does have a penchant for beautiful things, and she will try to preserve them for as long as she can, but she knows that eventually, these things will disappear, and that impermanence is beautiful, too. 

LOTUS --  has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ? 

          I don’t think Johanna has ever felt like she’s been reborn, but there were definitely moments when she craved for a fresh start, preferably in a new continent and with her loved ones. She’s also had moments when she’d wish for a do-over, because Johanna has definitely done things that she regrets, not just in terms of the game but outside of it, after it. We don’t really get Johanna’s full history in the books, but personality-wise, we know she’s a firecracker. Has she always been like that? I think to a degree. Johanna fought really hard not to give all of herself to the Capitol. She had already forfeited her conscience to win her game, and that was already a lot to give, and I think part of her did not anticipate that the Capitol would want more from her, or that they’d take away her life’s darlings if she asserted her own agency. Johanna has definitely gotten more vicious and bitter over the years, and for the most part, she does consider it a weakness to wish things were different. But she does have her moments of hoping that she had been born in a kinder world instead, or you know, just not in Panem. I think Johanna also has a lot of survivor’s guilt, and she had retraced her actions and her words back and forth, wondering which of them had gotten her loved ones killed. She does wish she could take those back, and she sometimes dreams of not having been picked at the reaping at all.  

SNAPDRAGON --  is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

        Sansa is definitely merciful to those who she thinks warrants mercy. I think we’ve seen it in the books, how she sympathizes with certain characters (i.e. Dontos Hollard, Sandor Clegane, etc). In fact, mercy is a focal point of a lot of Sansa’s scenes (book/show). She feels it, she asks for it -- she’s not granted mercy for several key things, like Lady’s and her father’s life -- and it’s definitely shaped her view of the world. The fact that Sansa was so heartbroken to be denied mercy was because she herself felt she would grant it had it been asked of her, and I don’t think Sansa understood the justification of not doing so until she had to spend a lot of time in King’s Landing with the Lannisters (and with Littlefinger). Eventually, I think Sansa became pickier about who she bestowed her mercy towards and elected to be more selective with it. She’s grown to have more compassion towards disadvantaged people because she’s been there and she’s been stripped of a lot of her privilege which has given her new perspectives, and she’s careful now to glorify certain people just because of their house or their rank. So yes, Sansa is still merciful, she’s also a lot wiser about it than she used to be. 

ZINNIA --  how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

         Abigail has had to deal with some traumatic losses in her life, not least of all was the loss of her father, who was both sort of a comrade and a tormentor. I think Abigail grew up surrounded by so much death that a part of her had become desensitized to it. For example, the girls who her father killed. Abigail is technically the lure to the trap, and she does feel a certain connection to these girls who look like her. But if she doesn’t lead them to their deaths at the hand of her own father then it is her who will die in their place. Living the way she’s been living -- which is basically a constant state of fear and apprehension -- has given Abigail a keen sense of self-preservation and an almost clinical practicality. The times that she’s lost loved ones (when her father died, when her father killed her mother, when her father killed those girls, when Hannibal killed Marissa Schurr) she’s just thankful that it isn’t her. She will do anything to make sure it isn’t her, even if she had to wield the knife herself. 

[sclfmastery]

© mum facts specific to our verses. Permission to fully go off. :D

Hell yeah, I need soft things.... get ready bitches, this is all my mainverses, so it’s gonna be LONG lmfao.

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SIMM X THIRTEEN (kids: Zinnia, Martha, Jack) :  --Became licensed doula just so he could be the one to deliver all his kids. Has done so, with aplomb.  In fact never lets anyone forget that he is in fact a licensed doula. Will mention it 3-5 times per conversation with anyone ever.

--Spoiled Thirteen a lot during pregnancy.  To the point that she starts to like being pregnant, lol.  --Goes interchangeably by “Daddy” and “Mum.”  Whichever the kid is feeling at the time. Secretly likes “Mum” best but doesn’t wanna pressure anybody.  --He is terrified his children will find out one day about the horrible things he’s done to their mother’s companions in the past.  

--He misses being a mother specifically. His clearest memories of parenthood are as a mother of one daughter, in his second face, which is little-known-of, but is the face Missy referred to when she mentioned a brooch the Doctor gave her “when my daughter....”  He is convinced he will fail his three current babies as he did his first child, by failing to protect her during the Time War, when ostensibly she died (but who knows, maybe she didn’t....?)  --Literal best friends with eldest daughter, Zinnia, thusly named after the first earth flower to bloom in space.  She is him, miniature, down to the fat cheeks, tiny nose, and exact shade of blond hair.  Her faceclaim is Elle Fanning.  She’s artistic (she assigns colors to people’s telepathic “feeling,” with the Master as Red, the Doctor as Blue, herself as Purple) and almost bizarrely prescient about the moods and thoughts of others, especially for a child of three. Her vocab is up to that of a seven or eight year old human child’s.   --Learned to sew to make a lot of her stuffed animals. Learned to cook to make her organic baby food and branched out to adult meals. Previously was a disastrously bad cook. 

--Has built the most complex maze of Erector Set toys (think the little builder people from Fraggle Rock lol) for babies.  This, he believes, will be their little playground paradise.  It’s set so that anytime Zinnia opens the nursery door and walks in, a little purple ball rolls along the whole landscape.  During Christmas time (this Koschei loves Christmas even though he hates humans, lol) he also builds in a trainset with a little waving Santa Claus in the engine car.  He delights in spoiling his children with elaborate toys and games.  --Right before Zinnia was born, revamped the entire merged DoctorxMaster superTARDIS to be child proofed, and made the nursery armored so that even in the unlikely event of an enemy penetrating the TARDIS, the nursery would lock and be impenetrable to anyone but either parent.  Woke up at night terrified by nightmares of convoluted ways she could be killed on the TARDIS.  Like, truly implausible ways.  --Took extensive scientifically sound documentation of every stage of both of Thirteen’s pregnancies.  Measured her belly, took videos, asked her roughly every other day if they could go take a new sonogram.  

--Gained about 25 lbs of sympathy weight over the first pregnancy. All custard cream stress-eating. 

--Upon Thirteen’s urging, named their next kids, fraternal twins, Martha and Jack, after companions they both felt they’d especially wronged, as a vow to do better.

--Zinnia adores Bill Potts, or “Auntie Bill.” After the Master offers careful conversation (and profuse sincere apology) to Bill, who is living with Heather on a distant planet, they very slowly reconcile their friendship from their time on the Mondasian ship.  He convinces her to talk to the Doctor, who also apologizes and reconciles with Bill. Zinnia has decided she will be Bill’s best friend forever. 

--Koschei will impenitently kill anyone who threatens his children’s lives, and has. And not in a quick merciful way. 

--Ironically he regularly has nightmares about converting all three of them, but especially Zinnia, into Cybermen: something he would die before ever doing. 

--This Koschei is his babie’s best A) playmate (no game is too silly or undignified), B) storyteller, and C) cheerleader/advocate.  He can pull any child out of the deepest meltdown or tantrum or sad spot or post-nightmare fear with a snuggle and just a few words.  His sanguine disposition and bombastic charm are a comfort to them. 

--This Koschei and Thirteen are planning on terraforming Gallifrey in their timeline, which is POST-Timeless-Children canon.  They want to plant a silver tree and build an entire “home base” farm around it, where their babies can play and grow up knowing the land of their heritage. 

SIMM x NINE:

--He absolutely wants a kid, wants to be “mum,” with all the same memories from his Second face, but is afraid to ask Nine about loom tech now that Nine destroyed Gallifrey. Will it upset, guilt, or trigger his husband to bring up anything lost to the carnage? 

SIMM x TWELVE:

--He absolutely wants a kid, wants to be “mum,” and is wholly intending to ask the Doctor at the right moment in their relationship, when the Doctor is more secure that he’s forgiven and that Koschei harbors no lingering resentments or mistrust (he really doesn’t, but this Doctor is very tired and emotionally fragile, and is having a hard time believing him).  As all Time Lords are intersex (EU canon, though I can’t remember the source now, gah), he’s considering carrying the first child the “non-loomy way,”  though managing this will be difficult given the only thing all Time Lords share reproductively is a uterus.  If that can’t be managed, he wants them to build a loom. And he will demand that they do, lmao.

DHAWAN x THIRTEEN (children: Nova): --Thirteen is “mum” and Koschei is “mama.”

--During Thirteen’s pregnancy, Koschei took progress photos of her belly and painted her at every stage, in the nude.   He’s an accomplished visual artist in this face.  

--She asked that he also paint a planet on her pregnant belly.  He obliged of course. 

--He hid all her disgusting sweets and candies during her pregnancy, with riddles and notes explaining “bad for baby xoxo,” and she almost killed him.  

--But he also spoiled her a lot. 

--Koschei is an accomplished seamstress ;) and sews all of Nova’s clothes.  She is very haute couture because of mama. 

--Nova is born deaf.  She and her mama have been telepathically “conversing” since she was in the womb, however, so they already have their own developed language.  Koschei learns comprehensive BSL in one day by putting his brain on three separate simultaneous tracks (as he’s shown able to do in The Timeless Children) and devoting each to mastery of the vocabulary. He then teaches it to his daughter when she’s old enough to learn.

--Thirteen often calls Koschei “mama kangaroo.” This is because he carries Nova everywhere inside whatever shirt he’s wearing, like it’s a kangaroo pouch.  He does this until she’s like seven or eight and just too big for it.  He cries when he has to stop.  She’s pretty bummed out too, but she starts to ride around on his back instead. 

--During the aftermath of the Timeless Children events, Koschei sought therapy, even voluntarily staying at a facility for mental wellness when he could have easily sabotaged the efforts and broken out.  He learned all kinds of self-soothing mindfulness and meditation techniques there. He teaches these telepathically to Nova and they sit together yogi style meditating. Sometimes this is a hybrid event with tea parties. They both wear their best dress.   

--They also enjoy taking a dip in the TARDIS’s pool together.  He plays Jaws to make her laugh.

--I have more but I’ll stop. FOR NOW. 

DHAWAN x NINE: 

--Same exact deal as Simm and Nine.  Same. Exact. Deal, but mixed up with Simm and Twelve :3c So he wants to very literally become a mum with his big tough husband-to-be.  

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Both of my muses live and die for their children.  They adore being dadmums.  They are the best version of themselves with and for their babies. 

[solasan]

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50 + zi! 🤍

5. do they have any siblings? what’s their names? what is their relationship with them? has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

she does !!! she has one (half-)sister, yarrow carne, who’s human and about eight years her senior. when they were kids, they were extremely close — poor yarrow had a bit of eldest daughter syndrome, so she helped raise zinnia a lot — and really looked out for each other. 

as they got older though (especially after their mom died, and zinnia went out into the world to earn her own living) their relationship changed quite a lot. they grew to be very distant, as zinnia got involved in the pirate lifestyle and sorta.... willingly let yarrow go, both bcos of a sense that yarrow would be ashamed of her and bcos she just got so caught up in the life that she kinda.... forgot ???

they’re definitely going to reunite (and zin’s gonna get to meet yarrow’s husband and gaggle of children) and have a lot of drama and i super cant wait

10. do they like children? do children like them? do they have or want any children? what would they be like as a parent? or as a godparent / babysitter / etc?

oh zin adores kids !!!! she’s very good w them, always tells them stories abt the sea and does little sleight of hand tricks to entertain them. kids love her !!!! but im not sure that she’s put much thought into having her own; a pirate ship isn’t exactly the best place for a kid (as she can attest to) and anyway she’s never been one for long-term commitment when it comes to relationships. when her and wyll get over that maybe they’ll have some im js

she would be a very good mom tho !!!! she’s laidback and easygoing but practical, clever, so she’d be a well-liked parent while also managing to teach her kid whatever they needed and discipline them from time to time. 10/10 wish she was my mom

15. are they good at cooking? do they enjoy it? what do others think of their cooking?

answered here !!

20. do they like musicals? music in general? what do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

i don’t think she’s seen any real performances, like the kind in a theatre, but she’d like them if she had. she likes music a lot !!! she can’t carry a tune to save her life, but that doesn’t rly matter to her; she’ll sing along to anything she’s familiar with if she’s in a good mood. knows a lot of sea shanties !!! she will sing the bawdiest ones very loudly in camp, to wyll and gale’s amusement. if she really likes a song she’ll get up and dance to it, maybe even drag the others with her

25. what do they find funny? do they have a good sense of humour? are they funny themselves?

answered here !!!

30. do they exercise? regularly? or only when forced? what do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

yeah, she exercises !! i mean i’d argue her whole life is just exercising, between climbing the rigging on the ship to running / fighting for her life in game shdjsjdk. but recreationally, it usually takes the form of practicing combat / sparring with people. she enjoys it !! she gets very flushed and sort of.... bright, vibrant, her eyes sharp and full of life. wyll is very 👀👀 abt it

35. what’s their guilty pleasure? what is their totally unguilty pleasure?

the only books she reads are like. terrible tawdry erotica. she wouldn’t be embarrassed abt the p*rn but she would be embarrassed to be caught reading abt romance given shes not a very romantic person so. that’s definitely guilty shdjsjdjks.

her unguilty pleasure would probably be her love of shiny things ???? she loves jewellery bro and she is not ashamed of that fact

40. do they like energy drinks? coffee? sugary food? or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

if zinnia drank an energy drink she would immediately expire from all that sugar im not kidding. she can handle spice well but anything sweet makes her want to puke. i think she could grow to like coffee maybe ???? but she’s good at naturally staying awake and alert; she’s used to early mornings and to functioning off of the minimum amount of sleep, so

45. how do other people see them? is it similar to how they see themselves?

answered here !!!!!

50. if they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? what do they consider their essentials?

uhh her knives. her thieves’ tools. her money, her rings. yarrow’s letters, if she thought she’d be gone a long time / permanently. food, water, other provisions. probably some rum or ale. a map ??? backup knives, and something to sharpen them with shdjsjdjskd mostly practical stuff

[unklarity]

Critical Role: Jester

“I use Thaumaturgy to open all the windows.”

“Click “keep reading” for more photos and a description of my Jester magic box! :)

First of all, I adore Jester, because who doesn’t? Second, I’ve been wanting to fill a box with glitter and rhinestones and unicorns for ages, so of course I was waiting for the opportunity to make a Jester box. This box was a bit different for me as I usually work with darker wood, and I had to fight my instincts the entire time to sand the whole box and stain it darker, even though I knew that the lighter wood color would fit better.

I decided to try wood burning for the first time on the lid, which was a bit nerve-wracking, but I love how it came out. I wanted it to look a bit unpolished, so I fought my instincts (again) to go over it and make it look perfect. I decided to go with the Traveler symbol because, while it’s not the entirety of her character, her relationship with the Traveler shaped who Jester is in a big way. (Also, the gems are inset, which was another thing I learned for this box and can’t wait to do again!)

The inside lid is definitely a contrast to the simplicity of the outside, with Jester’s spiritual weapon and guardians, plus loads of pink and sparkles. 

Three of the big things I knew I wanted to include were Jester’s sketchbook, her Haversack, and a little Traveler statue like the ones she’d made with her paints. The sketchbook, of course, is green, and filled with some of the sketches Jester has done, the Moon tarot card, and a tiny Traveler pamphlet; The tiny Traveler mini has been hand-painted my me, his face hidden as always by his signature green cloak.

The haversack is full of donuts, gold coins, pastries, and perhaps a romance novel, among other things, such as her pearl of power, a charm for Kiri with a black feather, dagger and heart (stamped with “I am very sweet”), a green ribbon from Calianna, and the sapphire necklace from her Mom.

As far as stones go, there aren’t as many in this box as in some of the others. Like Caduceus, I ended up with barely enough room to fit in all the things I wanted, so I left the crystals for last and worked with the tiny amount of space I had remaining. There’s an aqua aura quartz tower (for help processing emotional disturbances, grief and trauma) and a rose quartz tower (for unconditional love), as well as prehnite, a healing stone that focuses on people who heal others, moonstone for mischievousness and illusion, and kunzite for help processing emotional trauma, releasing fear and grief and promoting peace. There’s also pink tourmaline and a rhodonite heart for healing, support, and joy, chalcedony for nurturing and trying to bring harmony to others, amazonite for using creativity and art as a communication device and to help with emotional difficulties.

Now for the potions! These were a ton of fun, and also an interesting challenge. Initially, I came up with themes super quickly (which was blessedly a contrast from Fjord and Caleb, who took FOREVER) but as I worked with them a bit, the things I wanted to convey shifted and I changed directions a few times. Potions 1-3 are in the first photo and potions 4-6 are in the second photo (in order from left to right).

The first potion is meant to signify Jester’s origins. Her loneliness as a child, having to remain hidden as the daughter of a courtesan, and the Traveler or adults being her only “friends.” She was definitely sheltered, but made the best of it and still viewed her childhood as a positive experience that led to her becoming an agent of chaos via the traveler. There’s heather for solitude and loneliness, rosebud for youth, a mix of sea salt & black salt for being sheltered/overprotected, nutmeg for having to stay hidden, bluebell for mischief and laughter/trickery, calendula for joy, and a daisy for innocence, loyal love, faith, and cheer. There’s also forsythia for anticipation/waiting for adventure, peony for happiness in childhood, and purple carnation for whimsy/capriciousness. It is sealed with the symbol of the Traveler.

Potion number two deals with who Jester is as a person and what is important to her. She is many things: a cleric, an artist, an agent of chaos, a follower of the Traveler, but there’s so much we still don’t know about her despite how open she seems to be. In this potion is acorn for power and wisdom despite youth, cinquefoil for wisdom and being on a journey or quest, olive leaf for searching for a home or family, sage for healing, cedar for strength and confidence in abilities, and goldenrod for magic/divination/scrying. There’s also rose for attracting friends, violet and vervain for creativity, sweet pea for attracting adventure and chaos into one’s life, and buttercup, which has a lot of meanings: naivete, cheerfulness, charm, directness, beauty, and “big things come in small packages.” Sealed with a donut stamp and silver wax.

The third potion is about Jester’s struggle with feeling like she has to be happy all the time and smile her sadness away, or always be available to comfort others. It seems to me like she constantly doubts the validity of her negative feelings even though she doesn’t do the same with others - especially when she’s dealing with fear of being alone/abandoned after being kidnapped and after being in the HFB. On the contrary, though, she’s quick to soothe that doubt in others, whether it’s doubt in her god or the M9’s doubt in themselves. This potion contains pansy for love and spreading happiness (which, to me, is Jester’s love language), chrysanthemum for optimism, baby’s breath for comfort and hiding behind simplicity, yarrow for fear and doubt in oneself, amethyst for fear of abandonment. It also contains chamomile for difficulty dealing with trauma, cypress for grief and loss, and rosemary for protection (specifically, trying to protect and heal her friends in battle and prevent any more loss from happening). Sealed with a crystal heart stamp, silver wax and blue pigment.

The fourth potion represents Jester’s experience with love and life as almost an outsider. She is unfamiliar with life outside of the Lavish Chateau, and her experience with romance is almost entirely from books and stories. This obviously creates a pretty large disconnect between her and others, as well as leaving her with a lot of doubts in herself, as well as the motivations and actions of others. For example, she doesn’t know how to deal with her feelings for Fjord when he doesn’t react like storybook characters - and she argues with Caleb because she can’t understand that not everyone grew up as privileged as she did. This potion includes hibiscus for romantic love, red rose for storybook ideas of romance, and vervain for wealth, not having to worry about money, and growing up with “culture.” There’s also basil for confusion, and lilac for for growth, representing her journey from ignorance to knowledge and naivete to wisdom. Sealed with a unicorn stamp and silver wax.

Potion number five deals with Jester’s relationship with her mother. her mom, relationship with mom as a child vs as an adult. As a child, Jester didn’t have much companionship beyond her Mother and the Traveler, so she definitely put her mother up on a pedestal (and still does) and saw her as someone who could do no wrong, but now that she’s an adult and has left home, she starts, bit by bit, to see her mother as a whole person. She compares herself to her mother, and definitely seems to feel inferior to someone she’s held up as an ideal of beauty, grace, talent and kindness - but we see her just beginning to acknowledge Marion’s shortcomings and mistakes as part of her character and accept them, as well as have hopes and dreams for her mother as well as herself. There’s pink carnation for mother’s love, red carnation for admiration and “I miss you,” rose quartz for love, pink sea salt for protection and soothing, and lavender for her mom’s perfume. There’s also gold coins for Marion wanting Jester to be comfortable financially, and mugwort for Jester beginning to worry about her mom as an adult and wanting the best for her/wanting her to not have to work anymore. Written in the bottle is “I send a message to my mama,” for all the messages Jester has sent to Marion. Sealed with a ruby stamp and silver wax with red pigment.

Finally, the sixth potion is about her friends. Jester has always shown incredible loyalty and love for her friends. When she says to her mom, “These are some really good people I’m with,” it’s clear she believes in the rest of the Mighty Nein and their goodness even when they don’t.  There’s jasmine for amiability, magnolia for loyalty, zinnia for remembering absent friends (Molly, and Yasha), agrimony for thankfulness, cloves for camaraderie (one for each member of the M9 including Molly). Also included is dogwood for devotion, garnet for familial bonds, and delphinium for levity, fun, big-heartedness, ardent attachment, and joy. Sealed with lollipop stamp and silver wax.

Thanks for reading! Jester had sold. You can check my “magic boxes” tag to see the rest of my CR magic boxes or see them on my website at unklarity (dot) com! <3