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Hello sexy beautiful awesome cool swag mutuals, Gar asked me to finish a fic they wrote and we wanted to share :p Read at your own risk <3

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If luck—a notion he’d only allowed himself to entertain after meeting James Kirk—really did exist, then it was only logical to assume its opposite existed as well. Bad luck. 

Spock couldn’t think up the logistics of the situation he and Kirk had found themselves in: why he was injured on a too-cold planet, how they had lost their communicators, how they had run into the sort of intelligent life they weren’t supposed to interact with—why they now sat, shoulders pressed together, inside a hollow alien tree. In his current, less than stellar state, he wondered if it was statistically possible to have this much bad luck.

They were able to elude their assailants through Kirk’s resourcefulness. He had eyed the hiding place while they were running from their assailants, an area near the roots they had just been able to squeeze past and fit inside. Spock vaguely wondered if the tree had rotten out, or if a creature similar to the earth woodpecker inhabited the planet and had once called the space they now sat in its home. He wondered why the wood on this planet was a pale shade of blue, the trees even more massive than the redwoods, and how this miraculous life could happen somewhere so cold. He wondered about the probability of his survival. Spock ghosted his fingers over his bloodstained abdomen. 

“Spock . . . Spock.” Kirk had his hand on his shoulder and was looking into his eyes, and Spock had to rip himself from his own mind. “You’re shaking,” He said. Spock was suddenly aware of the almost violent tremor of his own body, of the biting cold on his ears and hands and everywhere except where Kirk had his leg pressed up against his. 

“I’m very cold, Captain, and I believe—” he had to stop himself, he had to stop shaking, he had to gain back some control. He took a breath—too deep—and pain blossomed in his side, time tripping over itself. It was so cold out. “I believe I may be bleeding internally, from the injuries I sustained.” he said. 

Kirk was leaning over him then, eyes wide as they searched over him, one hand on Spock’s shoulder and the other hovering hesitantly over the blood stains on his uniform. “How bad is it? is there anything I can do? Are you—“ Spock grabbed Kirk’s wrist before he could flood him with more questions, before he could touch him and defile his hands with his blood. He didn’t like to see Kirk like this, anxious, and he especially didn’t like that he was the cause. 

“I can do something about it but . . . I must focus all my energy on healing myself.” Spock said, finally meeting Kirks eyes. He nodded, his mask of cool command back on. 

“The healing trance?” Kirk confirmed. 

“Yes but I—” There was too much going on, the cold, the bleeding, the hiding (James Kirk’s thigh pressed against his, hand in his, his worry) “I can’t regulate my body temperature while in the trance, I need some external method of—” Kirk pulled his hand away from Spock’s grip and went for the hem of his own shirt. He’d had it half way up his chest before Spock was able to catch Jim’s shirt and pull it back down. “No captain, you can’t-” Spock started, taken completely off guard but beginning to catch on to what Kirk had been thinking. 

“The extra clothing will keep you warm Spock, please just let me—“

“Your body heat is sufficient, Captain,” Spock insisted. Although he knew it was not logical, as Kirk’s body was better equipped to withstand the cold and therefore he would be able to spare the cotton shirt, Spock felt hesitant prioritizing his captain’s comfort below his own. 

Kirk looked thoughtful for a minute, his brows furrowing and his hands absentmindedly rubbing his jawline. 

Spock was getting delirious—he knew it was due to the increasing loss of blood in his body. He must begin the healing trance as promptly as possible, but a strange, illogical thought wormed itself into his mind. What will Jim do while I am gone? 

If they were to be revealed by their assailants, it would be highly unlikely that Jim could fend for himself, and it would be too dangerous to pull himself out of the healing trance. 

Before Spock could think of a solution, he felt warm hands around his waist, a strong chest against his, and the point of Jim Kirk’s chin on the crook of his neck. 

“Captain, you’ll get blood on your uniform.” 

“Tough luck,” was Jim Kirk’s eloquent reply. “We’ll have to be in close proximity for my body heat to do anything for you.” 

“Well, I . . .” Spock’s words trailed off, and he was, for perhaps only the second time in his life, at a loss for words. 

He found something akin to courage in his deliriousness, pulling away so that he might look Kirk in his eyes. “I do not like showcasing my . . . differences, as compared to you, Captain.” He motioned to the greenness of his blood, slowly darkening and expanding across his abdomen. 

“Spock, that is perhaps the most illogical thing you’ve ever said.” Astonishingly, he heard amusement in Jim’s voice, despite their current situation. When he looked over, eyes barely able to open, he saw that his captain’s lips were pulled into a ghost of a smile. His eyebrows, however, were still furrowed with concern. “What does it matter if your ears are pointed or your blood is green? Why would it ever matter to me?” There were unspoken words within that statement, even Spock was able to identify that. But he was not quite able to extract the meaning. Why would it ever matter to me? 

“I know it is not logical, but I have always envied the redness in your veins, Jim.” If Kirk had noticed the slip in formalities, he did not reveal it. “Red is the color of vitality, of passion. It is something I will never possess beyond a medicinal diagnoses. But green . . . green is the color of cowardice. Of envy.” 

“You’re not speaking any sense, Mr. Spock.”

“There are many things I do not have the courage to tell you, Jim.” 

If the silence that followed was indicative of disgust, Spock might have felt shame. But Kirk only lifted one gentle hand to Spock’s cheek, and wiped a tear that he had not known had fallen. 

“I’ll be here when you wake up, Spock,” Kirk reassured, prompting him to fall into his healing trance. He could not hold out for much longer. “We’ll get through this, I promise, and . . . when you’re awake, maybe you’ll feel a little more courageous.” 

Through their connection, both physical and emotional, Spock could feel the tug of emotions in Kirk’s chest. Stress, worry, regret and surprisingly—the last thing he felt before slipping off to unconsciousness—affection beyond platonic admiration. 

He slept. 

-

As promised, Jim was there when he awoke on the Enterprise again. He was still a little bruised, and his lip was split, but other than that, Spock could not discern any permanent physical harm.

“You’re awake,” 

Humans had an interesting habit of announcing something that was not in need of announcement. 

“I am,” Spock nodded, noticing that he had been relocated to a corner cot in the medical bay. “How long was I in the healing trance?”

Before Kirk could reply, a voice interrupted from the doorway. A booming, slightly southern accent that Spock recognized immediately, despite the state of his foggy memory. “A week,” Doctor McCoy said. “And what a hell of a week!”

“Hello, Doctor,” Spock greeted the newcomer. 

McCoy went on as if he had not heard him, muttering, “I thought Jim might go mad and strangle me! Waiting in here like some wartime widow, what a hassle!”

He went on like this, spewing good-natured insults until he exited the room, holding Spock’s file (which he presumed was what McCoy had originally came in the room for). 

Kirk looked at Spock, the tips of his ears red. This blush, which creeped up his neck, was what prompted Spock to remember the last conversation they had. 

The color of vigor. Of passion. The courage that Spock had lacked, until, in a lapse of judgment, he had admitted his best-kept secret: his feelings for James Kirk. 

“I’m glad you’re awake, Mr. Spock—even if Bones isn’t,” the tone of his voice was light, nothing remarkably fond, but his hand reached down and gently held Spock’s. 

The action was innocent enough, Spock knew. He had seen many humans hold each other’s hands for comfort, for solace. But to himself, a Vulcan, the intimate action made his own ears glow green.

“It’s okay if you don’t have the courage right now, Spock,” Jim continued. He smiled, and Spock found himself wanting to do the same. “You were very brave on that planet.” 

In a rare show of physical affection, Spock lifted Kirk’s hands to his lips, and kissed the soft palm. 

Understanding the meaning of this action, Kirk in turn lifted Spock’s hand to his own mouth, pressing a warm kiss on the back of his hand. 

“When you’re ready, Mr. Spock,” Kirk smiled, “I think we should take a long shore leave—somewhere warmer, preferably.” 

Spock squeezed the hands still holding his, hoping that this seemingly modest reaction could begin to express all the feelings he had for Jim Kirk. That perhaps Jim might feel, through his own human senses, Spock’s unfailing devotion to him. 

“Yes, Captain,” he said. “I would like that very much.” 

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When will my Reflection show who I am in Sides

Summary: Thomas gets home late after a day of recording videos with his friends. While walking up the stairs to his bedroom, he sees something strange in the hall mirror. Was that? No it couldn't be, he must be imagining things. He goes to bed only to find himself looking back in the mirror, only it isn't the Him he's supposed to see. Because Thomas isn't wearing glasses. Or an AU where the Sides only appear as Thomas's reflection, at what seems to be the most inconvenient times ever.

Warnings: Thomas fears he’s losing his sanity and Virgil causes him to be anxious but I think that’s it, Oh wait no, there’s some arguing too, but it’s pretty mild, also Remus and Janus are in this but I don’t know if they count as warnings or not.

Fandom: Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders

Characters: Thomas Sanders/Character!Thomas, Logan/Logic Sanders, Patton/Morality Sanders, Roman “Princey”/Creativity Sanders, Janus/Deceit Sanders, Virgil/Anxiety Sanders, Remus “the Duke”/Dark Creativity Sanders

Word Count: 6,540

Author’s Note: I don’t generally do one shots, but this is getting me back in my writing groove, so I guess there’s a first time for everything. Also I don’t have a general writing taglist yet, so I’m just going to tag the people who are on my Hitchhiker taglist if that’s okay.

Ao3 Link

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Thomas closed the door to his apartment, sighing as he set his keys down on the counter in the kitchen. He’d just had a long day of making videos with his friends. Gosh he loved his friends, he thought as he reminisced on the videos they were making today, remakes of old vines. It filled him with a sense of fondness and nostalgia that his little ragtag group of pals was willing to entertain his silly ideas even way back in the vine age.

He sighed again, good times.

He rubbed his eyes as he let out a yawn, it was well after dark by now and he was looking forward to going to sleep…which is what he’s going to tell himself as he gets in bed, opens up his laptop and plays video games until 2 AM. But, well, he’s working on it.

He slips off his jacket while dragging his feet towards the stairs, trying to kick off his shoes at the same time.

Now no longer encumbered by his laced nemeses, Thomas can feel confident that he’ll tooooootally put his pajamas on before just flopping into bed. Totally. Yep. Definitely won’t sleep in his clothes.

Not a chance, is what he tells himself as he climbs his way up the staircase towards his room.

He passes the mirror in his hallway between his bathroom and his bedroom, mid yawn when he sees it, just for a moment.

Thomas does a double take, looking back in the mirror, and…yep, it’s just him. 

He could’ve sworn for a moment there he saw scales, and a caplet. But no, it’s just him, Steven Universe shirt in all its glory, and not a hat to be found.

He got quite a jump there, wow his heart was beating fast, was he breathing heavy? It was just because he’s tired...he didn’t actually see...did he? No, no, that wasn’t possible. He just needed to make his way to bed, actually go to sleep on time for once, maybe not play video games until 2 AM. Yeah, that sounded good, he’d do that.

He opened the door to his room, very pointedly not looking at the hall mirror again, and set to go to sleep. Feeling that as long as he was actually going to sleep, he might as well put on some pajamas.

He slipped on a sleep shirt and some pajama pants stretching his arms out a little before climbing under the covers.

He checked his alarm clock, 10:02 PM. Wow, he never usually goes to bed that early. It’d be fine though, he could actually be a functioning human being for once.

As he went to turn off his lamp, he caught sight of the full-length mirror on his now-closed door. And he saw him standing there, another him, one wearing a tie and glasses and looking approvingly back at Thomas instead of the Thomas in pajamas and about to turn out the light that was supposed to be there.

“Ah! What the heck!” Thomas shouted, completely calmly and reasonably, he told himself.

He, however, would not deny that he completely uncalmly and unreasonably fell off the bed and took all the blankets with him, as he now lay in a sprawl on the floor.

Consequences of getting spooked while half leaning out of his bed, he supposed.

He carefully peaked up over the edge of his bed and thankfully only saw a normal looking, if rattled him staring back at himself like he was supposed to.

Thomas gulped and took a deep breath to settle his nerves. He was either seeing things, or he was being haunted, and he wasn’t sure either of those two options made him feel any better. Well, at least if it was the first option, it might be remedied by getting some rest. Surely, if he was seeing delusions of different Hims in the mirror, it was a sign of sleep deprivation? Yeah, yeah, that sounded right. But just in case…

Thomas grabbed the thin sheet that went under the heavy blankets and draped it over the bedroom mirror, feeling himself relax a bit.

Now maybe he could finally get to sleep…

***

It had been a little over a week since Thomas’s little doppelgänger encounter of the third kind happened, and he had not had an incident since going to sleep that night. He kept the sheet on his bedroom mirror up for a couple of nights after, but eventually reasoned with himself that whatever had happened that made him hallucinate, or whatever that was, was clearly a fluke of his exhausted mind since it hadn’t happened again, so keeping the sheet up was unreasonable. He had woken up early the day after and had been now coping with a weirdly adjusted sleep schedule. It felt odd waking up early, but whatever he had done to trick his body into going to sleep early that one night had clearly had lasting impacts, because he had woken up early and gone to bed on time every day this week. Well, hard to complain that he was finally getting his body’s act together, and it was a good thing too. He had an audition coming up soon that he was really excited about, and though he knew it was cliché, and like, rookie theater kid mistake 101, he was looking forward to singing a Disney song.

He knew he could audition for pretty much any part, but Thomas had really debated on whether he wanted to audition for the hero or the villain, as that would determine which song he picked and the range of emotion he showed, though in the end it wouldn’t really matter because the director got final say in casting.

He had decided he would audition for the part of the love-struck hero, and was quietly singing the lyrics to “Won’t say I’m in love” as he grabbed a towel to dry off after taking a shower. He pulled back the shower curtain, toweling off his hair with a series of “No chance, no way”’s, before wrapping the towel around his waist and grabbing his hairbrush. He hummed while he fixed his still-wet hair with one hand and went to wipe the fog off the mirror with the other.

Then it happened again.

He had cleared off a big slice of fog from the mirror and went to run his brush through his hair more carefully, when Thomas realized he wasn’t looking at himself in the mirror.

They certainly looked like him, but he wasn’t wearing a prince outfit, nor was he jamming out and singing at full volume to “Won’t say I’m in love” because he had been humming. Humming.

But now he could hear his own voice with full bravado singing the lyrics back at him, head thrown back, eyes closed, and dramatically leaning on the wall opposite the mirror.

Thomas was also leaning against that wall, but more out of shock and fear than anything else.

He shook his head and closed his eyes. This wasn’t real. He was dreaming. Dreaming. This was just because he was spooked about what happened the other day, he was not seeing himself perform Disney songs in full prince regalia in the mirror because he wasn’t in prince regalia, and he is not singing at the top of his lungs in the mirror, so he couldn’t be seeing his reflection do that, because he wasn’t doing that.

He peaked open one of his squished shut eyelids, to confirm that he was definitely not seeing those things, only to discover prince him, definitely still doing those things and singing in place of where Thomas’s reflection should be.

The Other Thomas was mid-note, when he too opened his eyes, caught sight of Thomas and abruptly cut himself off with a small “eep”.

He looked awkward for a second before looking at Thomas and speaking, “Too much?”

Thomas stared back at the other Him who had just spoken to him. He felt lightheaded. His voice felt weak, but he managed to squeak out a small “...yeah, a bit”.

“Oh, well, I know you need to put a lot of passion into your performance in a few days, best to practice on the regular! Thanks for auditioning for the hero by the way, I don’t think Remus would have ever shut up about it if you had chosen to go for the villain, but brothers will be like that, am I right?”

Thomas was so very confused at the information being thrown at him right now, but, due to circumstances, he found himself feeling kind of out of it at that exact moment. So instead he just thought of his own brother and said “...yeah, brothers are like that.”

“Oh don’t I know it, he has no idea how hard it is being the hot, popular one, and all he talks about is gore and garbage and other gross stuff. You should’ve seen the time he filled our room with feral cats, I had to take care of them for weeks, and he knows we have a cat allergy, but he said the excess of snot and puffiness ‘added to our complexion’, said I could use a bit of mucus to ‘put us on an even playing field since he was the better looking one after all’, can you believe him! The indignity of it all! If he ever does that again I’ll...uh, Thomas, doing alright there, superstar?”

Thomas, who had been slowly sliding down the wall and clutching his head, was now sitting on the floor and very much not doing alright. “...yeah, great, never better, fantastic. Just…dandy. I just...need a moment.”

“Oh certainly, then by all means-” the reflection spoke before Thomas blinked and he was staring back at regular old him again. Thomas exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. His head was pounding with his heartbeat in his ears. His brain began trying to process the things he just saw and the words he just heard. Because he had heard words. His reflection had spoken to him. He must have finally cracked. There went his sanity, whoosh, out the metaphorical window. This just...this just didn’t make any sense.

What was the other him even talking about? None of what he said had made any sense. How could his reflection have a brother? Who was Remus? Scratch that, more importantly, how was his reflection talking to him?!

Thomas thought in that moment how he very much needed to lie down, and just as he was thinking that, he blinked and his reflection changed again to that of him in a prince costume, now very close to the glass and looking down at him on the floor.

“So like, how long is a moment for you because that felt pretty long to me, aaaaand you’re still on the floor. You sure you’re doing okay Tommy-Salami?”

Thomas jolted back again and banged his head on the back wall.

“Gah! Quit doing that! Also...ow.” He said as he rubbed the back of his head.

“You good amigo? That looked like that caused a bump large enough to knock out the dragon witch.”

“The what? Nevermind, just, how are you doing that?”

His reflection looked around, looked behind himself, even patted himself down before turning to Thomas with a puzzled look.

“Uhh...doing what?”

“That! All of that! You’re my reflection, how are you...not reflecting me? I’m not wearing a prince outfit, I didn’t say what you just said, and I’m not doing what you’re doing, so how are you?”

His reflection laughed, laughed, at that. Even shook his head a bit as if this was trivial and there was some big misunderstanding. As if it were funny.

“Oh Thomas, I’m sorry, I believe there may have been a bit of a misread of the situation. Of what’s going on here. See, one as beautiful and talented as myself can not be limited to a mere reflection, be contained in something so simple as a mirror. No, there are too many adoring fans, too many stages to perform on, too many lovers to woo and hearts to break,” he paused for a dramatic faux sob, “No, what would I be if I were a mere reflection. A mere copy, nay! A clone. Why, I would not be nearly as complete, not nearly as rich and interesting a person! No Thomas, I am not a reflection of you, I am you. A part of you anyway, and I embody your passion and creativity. It is I, Prince Roman, at your service!” He finished with a dramatic pose.

There was silence for a bit after that, where Thomas just stared at him blankly.

Roman dropped his pose somewhat and cleared his throat, “Eh hem. Thoughts?”

“So you’re...my creativity?”

“Part of it, yes.”

“How does that even work? And that still doesn’t explain why my creativity, I guess, can physically manifest in my mirror, as me in a prince costume. And don’t even get me started on the why part of that question!”

“Woah woah woah woah, what made you think I was physically manifesting, I can’t physically impact the world at all, aside from my dashing good looks that is.”

“So what? This is all just in my head? None of what’s happening right now is real? I’ve finally cracked?!” Thomas said standing up and clutching his towel for dear life.

Roman went still for a second, getting a serious look on his face before responding, “Of course this is all in your head, but why on earth would that mean this isn’t real?” before cracking into a wide giddy grin, “I have always wanted to say that! But seriously yeah, this is in your head, but you’re not going crazy, I’m just as real as you or any of the others.”

“The others?”

“Oh yeah, you didn’t think I was the only one, did you? I’m part of your creativity, but you’ve got other sides to your personality: your morality, your logic, the...other ones, etc etc. I’m hardly the whole packaged deal. Though I totally could be if we were measuring in terms of charm. I mean, I am almost quite literally Prince Charming.”

“Right...sorry this is just, a lot to process. I’m still not sure I’m not going crazy, and...if we’re going to continue this conversation (which I seem to be having with the mental projection of a voice inside my head, wow), I would like to put some clothes on, please.”

“Oh shoot, right sorry, forgot about the whole ‘shower’ thing, go get dressed and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

Thomas gave him a strange look and blinked, expecting him to disappear like the last time that he ‘gave him a moment’. He didn’t.

“Uh...okaaaaay? I’ll just...go do that then.” Thomas said as he opened the bathroom door, checking behind him every couple of seconds to see if Roman was still there (he was) and sped into his bedroom, closing the door and throwing on a T-shirt and shorts as quickly as he could. Then he sat on his bed and waited. His full length mirror still had his normal reflection in it. Could Roman see him through it? Or was he still waiting at the other mirror? Was the fact that he could see himself in the mirror a sign that Roman had disappeared from the other mirror? Did...did he have to call out to him? Let him know he was dressed? It was worth a try.

“Um, is anyone there? Roman? One of the...others he mentioned? I’m-” well he wasn’t ready, but, “I’m dressed, if you still want to talk, and you know, explain to me what the heck is going on. I’m here.”

He expected it this time when he blinked and his reflection changed, but he didn’t expect someone that wasn’t Roman to show up.

“You! The guy in the tie! Teacher dude!”

“Yes, hello to you too Thomas. I overheard Roman giving you the ‘lowdown’, I believe is the correct terminology, and thought I should give my assistance in the explanation since this matter requires objective facts and knowledge, and I do encompass your logic.”

“Woah, slowdown, you’re my logical side? What were you doing last week with the whole ‘peering at me before I try to go to sleep’ gambit? And (I can’t believe I’m saying this because he’s probably just a figment of my imagination) where is Roman?”

The him with a tie and glasses, who Thomas was beginning to think of as the ‘Teacher Him’ in his head, sighed and adjusted his glasses.

“I...apologize for startling you last week, Thomas. I was just checking in because you finally, finally, had been planning on correcting your sleep schedule. Which is something that has been quite a lofty goal of mine for quite some time. I was proud to see you finally start to follow through, especially after a...discussion I had had with Janus regarding the situation. So I ‘slipped up’, if you will, and may have been an iota too excited to see you succeed, which, unfortunately resulted in your mental distress, but did conclude with the desired results. Though I apologize again Thomas. I did not intend to frighten you, that is not my primary function.”

“So...What is your ‘primary function’ then?”

“As I stated previously, I am your logical side. I am your common sense as well as everything you’ve ever learned. My main goal is for you to become a more functional, healthy, and productive human being. I have had...mixed success trying to complete these goals.”

Thomas let out a bitter laugh.

“You don’t say? ‘Healthy’ and ‘functional’ while I am seeing personified portions of my personality whenever I look in a mirror?! What part of any of this seems normal? Or okay!? Or remotely like sane human behavior?” He finished with a half shout, growing increasingly more distressed. The teacher him let out a slightly exasperated sigh before softening.

“Thomas, you need to breathe. You are going to be okay. I know it may not seem it right now, but you are perfectly sane. If a bit...eccentric at times. But I can tell you are-” he pulled out some notecards from his back pocket, “‘going through it’ right now, but I promise things will be-” he shuffled through the cards again, “‘5 by 5’ in the future.”

Thomas looked at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Do...do you have flashcards that have slang words on them?”

“Yes, I find it best to be informed on all modern advancements in the English language, and having a list of all new vocabulary helps me keep track of such advancements.”

Thomas blew a slow breath, “Wow, this is uh, this is a lot. That is ah, certainly something I didn’t know about myself. (Glad to know I’m a huge nerd in every iteration of me). But wait, can um...can, uh, other people...see you? In the mirror I mean. Or does this just look like I’m talking to myself?”

“As far as I am aware, I do not think other people can see us. I don’t know that for sure though, because you don’t know that for sure, and I’m your knowledge, Thomas. I only know what you know.”

“Right, great, so there’s no way to confirm I’m not crazy, great. Look, sorry, I keep calling you ‘Teacher Dude’ in my head, but like, the other guy had a name. Roman? He said he was in charge of my creativity. Do you also have a name? Just...What do I call you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry Thomas, it completely slipped my mind. Yes, I have a name. You may call me Logan.”

“Logan...right. Thanks, I guess.”

“It’s no problem Thomas I simply-”

“Ah- Tah- Logan! I was going to explain things to Thomas!” Roman could be heard exclaiming before stepping into view behind Logan in the mirror. Logan let out a long, exasperated sigh before stepping back so there was room to view both of them within the frame of the mirror.

“If he wanted to hear from the Microsoft Nerd he would have asked for you.”

“I find that unlikely since until very recently he didn’t know our names or of our existence. Besides, Thomas only asked if anyone was there, including, and I quote, ‘One of the others mentioned’, and since I am in that category, as someone who is not you, I had full reason and responsibility to show up and explain things to Thomas. And! He clearly needed my assistance, because someone wasn’t doing a good job of explaining things.

“You. The someone is you.” Logan finished.

Roman gave an offended scoff, “Well I-! If anyone would be bad at explaining this to Thomas, it would be the person who scared him so bad in the first place! Guh huh yeah! Don’t think the rest of us have forgotten that little stunt you pulled the other day.” Roman said with a sneer.

“First of all, I already apologized for that, and Thomas understands now, don’t you Thomas?”

“I uh-”

“Great, see? And second of all, you’re one to talk, seeing as you just scared him in the shower just now. Or could your sonorous serenade of Disney lyrics not wait, hm?”

“Guys-”

“Oh I’m sorry, are my rehearsals not important to you? You know Thomas has a big audition coming up. His vocal cords need to be practiced and ready for when he’s on stage! Or did you forget to mark it down in your little calendar?”

“Uh guys-”

“Of course I didn’t forget to write it down in my calendar. I’m insulted you would even suggest such a thing. I just don’t know why we have to waste so much time preparing to prance around and play make believe on a stage when, historically, Thomas has done well on average for other auditions, but that is still no guarantee on whether or not we get the part. That is not up to us, it’s up to the director.”

“Guys!”

“Tch- guh- Prance around? No guarantee? Excuse you but Thomas has done well on those past auditions because he practiced! And while the final say may be in the hands of the director, that say is influenced by how well we perform! We cannot simply settle for letting ourselves be second best, Nay! We must strive to go beyond what we have before and reach new heights!’

“Well you’re just-”

“GUYS!”

“What?!” They both shouted back in unison.

“I get that you two are having what I’m sure is really important and serious discussion, but to me it just sounds like you’re arguing over something kinda dumb. And also I have, like, no idea what’s going here, so if you guys could stop for a moment that would be great, because along with everything that’s been going on, you two fighting is just making me more anxious.”

Roman looked up in alarm at that. “Wait, anxious? Then that means-”

“Sup guys.”

   “Gah! Virgil! You’re here! Heeeeeeey...”

   As soon as Thomas had blinked while Roman had been talking, another him, (apparently named Virgil) who was brooding, wearing dark eyeshadow, and donning a patched purple and black hoodie, had shown up. Thomas would be fooling himself if he thought he still had dignity left after falling off the bed for the second time, but at least he had only knocked loose a few pillows and didn’t bring the whole blanket with him this time. Logan was more composed, only flinching a small bit when the new mirror man appeared.

   “Ah, hello Virgil. What brings you here?”

   “Seriously? All this unease and unrest, you couldn’t not expect me to show up.”

   “Wellllll, I think you’ve made your point, Thomas is more than spooked about the situation, Sweeny Toddler, so I think you can be going now.” Roman interjected. Virgil gave him an unamused eyebrow raise before turning to address Thomas.

   “Are you sure you’re not going crazy Thomas? I mean Prince Stink Face and Teach here have already made it pretty clear this is all going on inside your head. How do you know this isn’t you just talking to yourself in the mirror right now, confirming your worst fears?” he said with a slight drawl of the lips.

   “Okay, Virgil, that’s enough, he already has enough anxiety as it is.” Logan cut him off before he could go further, “You know as well as any of us that Thomas is not going crazy.”

   “Do I know that Logan?” Virgil said in a low voice, still looking at Thomas, a slight smirk on his lips, “all I know is that we seem to be figments of some guy’s imagination, and those figments seem to be really stressing him out,” he said, finally breaking eye contact with Thomas (who had been backed up against his bed on the floor in fear) to look at the other two.

   “So I think I, as well as Thomas, would appreciate it if you two would cut it the heck out.”

   “Ugh, fiiiiiiiine. Sorry Thomas, and I guess sorry Logan. I got a little toooo...passionate? Back there, and I uh, didn’t mean to upset you Thomas, really.” Roman said while tugging on his sleeve. Virgil then turned to look at Logan, clearing his throat slightly and giving him a pointed look.

   “I...suppose I should apologize as well,” Logan said with some disdain in his voice, “Thomas. Roman. I am sorry.”

   “Anything else you wanna say Teach?” Virgil said under his breath.

   “No, I believe that covers it.”

   “Well, I tried, sorry Princey. Okay, well, I think my job here is done. Maybe next time don’t argue like babies and I won’t have to work so hard next time, okay? I’m gonna head out so one of you can explain to Thomas what’s going on, because honestly, being the productive one around here sounds exhausting. Oh and Thomas?” Virgil said, making eye contact with him again.

   Thomas looked up and gulped, he didn’t know what to think anymore, “Uh- Uh huh?”

   “See you in your nightmares.” and with a final wink, he was gone.

   “Ugh he’s so dramatic.” Roman declared with an eyeroll.

   “You’re one to talk, but yes, that last bit was rather unnecessary. I don’t think you have anything to worry about Thomas. Virgil is just like that sometimes.” Logan said with an adjustment of his glasses.

   “If by ‘like that’ you mean ‘completely terrifying’ then yeah, I can see that.” Thomas said with a shudder.

   “Well that does make sense seeing as he embodies your anxiety.” Logan supplied.

   “Oh,” Thomas said in a weak voice, “good. Nice to know I’m such a rich and complicated individual that even my anxiety becomes personified. That’s just...peachy.”

   “I’m not sure how the flavor of peaches has anything to do with-”

   “It’s an expression, Professor Literal,” Roman said exasperatedly.

   “Ah, I see.”

   Thomas took a moment to run a hand down his face and compose himself, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

   “So let’s review so I can get this straight,” Roman snorted at that but Thomas pressed on anyway, “You all embody facets of my personality? And for some reason that means looking like a bunch of different Me’s in costumes, and only appearing in my mirrors when I least expect it.”

   Logan cut in here, “Hmm, well yes and no. We do embody different sides of your personality, yes, but we hardly appear when least expected. Mirrors have somewhat intrinsic qualities to them that make it easier for us to appear in them, but whether that is due to unprecedented scientific phenomenon or simply to a mind’s long winded metaphor for ‘self reflection’ I can’t say. But I can say as to why we show up when we do.”

   “Okay then, why’s that?”

   “We are tied to certain parts of your personality, are we not? And what is a personality but a collection of feelings, thought processes, motivations, etc. So what happens when you feel particularly strongly about something or when your mind leads down a particular train of thought is that those things are linked to each of us. What I’m saying is, your mental state influences how we show up sometimes, and when we appear to you. Sort of like how you did with Virgil a minute ago. You were feeling very anxious, so then the embodiment of anxiety shows up. As straightforward as 1+1=2.” Logan finished.

   “So...when I am in a certain mentality I, what, summon one of you?”

   “Not quite. We are facets of your personality Thomas, we are always with you, so we cannot truly be summoned. However, when you enter these specific mental states, it makes it...I would say, ‘easier’ to show ourselves in a more visual manner. Sometimes even...unintentionally,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “but that’s neither here nor there.”

   Roman coughed a little in what sounded like “nerd” but Logan simply rolled his eyes. Thomas continued to ask questions about the other Sides to himself in the mirror (they had apparently taken to calling themselves that) while Logan and Roman tried their best to explain things.

   He still wasn’t entirely sure he hadn’t lost his mind, but the more they talked and he was around them, the less freaked out he was by their presence there in the first place. He learned the names of the other Sides he had yet to properly meet as well as their functions. He learned that he had a Side named Patton who apparently encompassed his Morality and his Heart, so to speak, though Logan seemed to have some trepidation about him and Thomas meeting because of what Roman referred to as a ‘long suffering battle against an assault of Dad Jokes and puns’. He learned who Remus was, apparently being somewhat symbolically Roman’s ‘brother’, as he encompassed what Logan called the ‘dark side of his creativity’, and Thomas’s intrusive thoughts, (which he was not thrilled about) but Logan insisted it would be fine as there were easy ways to deal with him should he become a problem in the future. There was also Janus, which Thomas remembered having an encounter with before after Logan explained what he looked like, what with the snake aesthetic and all. He supposedly embodied Thomas’s self-preservation, deceitfulness, and denial, which...made sense given he had shown up before when Thomas had been lying to himself about when he was going to go to bed. Thomas still wasn’t sure if he could make heads or tails of what was happening to him, but he felt he now had a better understanding about what he was seeing, even if he still couldn’t grasp the why.

***

   It was a few days after his audition and Thomas thought he had done well. He saw Roman on the lobby mirror give him a thumbs up and mouthing the words ‘Let’s do this!’ before he went on stage, which weirdly enough helped in its own way, and now he felt pretty good about his performance. To make things better, he had gotten a call earlier today that confirmed he would be in the play, so he was just waiting to see if he got the roll he auditioned for. Feeling pretty happy and confident, Thomas decided to make himself some celebratory pancakes for dinner with lots of chocolate chips and a mountain of syrup.

   He was mixing the batter and looking at the recipe on his phone when the screen faded and turned to black before he could tap it to wake it up. He sighed as he sat down the bowl to pick up his phone and pull up the recipe again, when he saw his reflection wearing glasses.

   “Oh, uh, hi, Logan. What’re you doing here?”

   “Oh sorry Kiddo, not Logan! Though I get the mix up with the glasses,” he chucked, “I’m your happy pappy Pop, Patton! And yes, the title is...Patton Pending,” he said with a wink.

   “Oh right! You’re Patton, my morality right? I was warned about your dad jokes,” Thomas said with a laugh.

   “Yeeeah, Roman told me you all did introductions a while ago, but I was just checking in on my favorite Kiddo to see what you were cooking up! I’m so proud you’re learning how to cook Thomas, you batter believe it,” Patton said, grinning from ear to ear.

   Thomas snorted through his nose and shook his head at that.

   “Well, it was nice to meet you Patton. But speaking of batter, I really should get back to these pancakes.”

   “Of course Kiddo! I’ll be right here if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask,” he said with a smile.

   “Uh, sure. But uh, if you don’t mind me asking, how um, how could you help? You’re in my phone right now.”

   “Oh um,” Patton looked puzzled for a second, “I guess if you need help with the instructions or if you just need a friend to talk to, I’ll be right there to help with that,” he said, picking back up that same enthusiasm.

   “Okay Patton, thank you,” Thomas smiled in return, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

***

   Over the next several months Thomas continued to see the Sides of himself occasionally, usually in mirrors or other reflective surfaces. At first he was freaked out and would get a little jump every time he saw one, but eventually he grew used to them just popping in whenever he was doing or thinking about something that ‘summoned’ them, even though Logan didn’t like him referring to it as that. Thomas got used to seeing them while brushing his teeth, or making breakfast, or in his dressing room before going out on stage, and he wasn’t bothered by it anymore, not as much at least.

He would pass idle conversation with them on occasion, sometimes arguing with Logan about his health habits, brainstorming ideas with Roman, having a small debate with Patton in his computer screen about what was the best ‘nice dialogue’ option in a video game.

Virgil would show up pretty regularly when Thomas was feeling anxious, and it was kind of a mixed bag on how he would react to Thomas when he showed up. Sometimes he showed up and just made Thomas more anxious, but on a couple of times when Thomas had it really bad, Virgil actually helped him calm down a bit with a breathing technique Thomas remembered Talyn teaching him once. So he actually wasn’t so bad, though it was a bit annoying when he was trying to sleep and he would look in his bedroom mirror to see either Virgil or Remus.

The first time Remus showed up in person was not pleasant and Thomas had had some pretty vivid nightmares after, but thankfully the next morning, Logan had helped diffuse the situation and put Thomas more at ease.

Janus liked to show up in the reflection of his phone screen whenever his friends texted him wanting him to do something for them when he already had a prior commitment, or if he was particularly stressed out about a dilemma. He would tell Thomas that he would be busy that day, to which Thomas would often reply something along the lines of ‘busy with what? I’m not doing anything that day,’ to which Janus would say something sarcastic but which always led back to the central theme of self-care. Thomas was pretty wary to listen to Janus at first, given Logan had said that he encompassed Thomas’s deceitfulness, but after Janus had gotten him out of a couple of jams that had almost led to near mental health crises, he had given him a shot and started to listen to his advice on occasion. Not too much, because who knew where that would lead, but sometimes, on instances when Janus’s warnings and advice were too pertinent to ignore.

All in all, Thomas began to like his Sides, not minding talking to them and spending time with them. They helped him out in a lot of areas of his life, and hindered him in some others, but that only seemed to happen when he was either ignoring one of them or listening to another too much. Patton had started referring to all of them as a family, emphasis on the ILY, and it was he who suggested Thomas take a family portrait in front of the hall mirror with all his Sides. Thomas wasn’t sure how much that would work, given it would probably just look like a selfie in front of his mirror, but seeing how excited Patton was, he decided to humor him.

Patton had called everyone to meet in the hall mirror while Thomas sat up the tripod for the camera. He ended up standing in the middle while his Sides stood to the left and the right of him. Roman was posing dramatically with a dashing smile while Logan muttered about how unnecessary it was, what with the logistics of showing up on camera. Virgil pulled his hood up and got teased by Remus for being ‘camera shy’. Janus wore a mischievous smirk and was flourishing a cane he had gotten from somewhere, rivaling Roman in who could be the most dramatic. Remus was somehow hanging from the top of the mirror frame upside down and was making a crude gesture with his hands while sticking out his tongue, and Patton was nearest Thomas, debating whether to make a heart with his hands or give Thomas bunny ears, and ended up going with the heart after Logan had made an unintentional pun about it. Finally Thomas finished setting up the camera while all his Sides got ready behind him, and he set the timer. He moved to take his place in the middle and told everyone to say ‘Cheese’.

“Romano-” “Cheddar!” “Nooo-” “Fermented milk solids-” “Rat Bait!” “The worst salad topping, I’m sure-”

And with a Click and a bit of laughter from Thomas at everyone’s replacement for ‘Cheese’, it was done.

Thomas was checking on the film to make sure everything had worked okay, and Logan was already preemptively warning him that it was likely Thomas had done nothing more than take a nice photo of himself in front of the mirror without the others being visible. Thomas turned and nodded at Logan saying he knew and he wouldn’t be too disappointed since that was what he thought was most likely.

Thomas continued to check the camera while the others chatted in the background. Then he scrolled through the photos to look at the most recent one taken. He reeled back in shock before breaking into the widest grin.

“Guys, I have the best news.”

“Ooo what is it Thomas?” Patton asked.

Thomas tried to bite back his excitement and his Sides turned to look at him with various levels of anticipation and curiosity.

“You all can show up on camera.”

***

Author’s Note: I'm not going to continue this, but after that ending imagine Thomas sets up a bunch of glass panes in his Livingroom with a great idea about what his new YouTube series will be. I guess could also be considered a "the sides are real but also actors for the Sander Sides series" AU if you want. Tag me if you write anything with this idea in the future because I'm interested in reading it.

Taglist: (sorry it’s the same one for A Hitchhiker’s Guide For Androids)

@enby-phoenix

@farflypants

@callboxkat

@skruffy901

@lefaystrent

@ianasha

@delimeful

@scared-ghosthunter

@equations-of-logan

@hiddendreamer67

@alexa-is-fangirl-trash

@momolinia

@thecipherfox

@sweet-razz-tea

@noah-shite

@mothdaemon

[glass-expanse]

21 Questions tag game

Answer 21 questions, tag 21 people (eep).

Tagged by @coffeeman777

Name: Redacted. On the internet I go by Geata, or Rayne Holmes.

Nicknames: I really only have shortened versions of my real name. Pretty boring.

Gender: Female.

Star Sign: Uh, Cancer? I think? I dunno I was always more obsessed with MBTI when I was younger. I'm an INFP. ;)

Current time: 6:55 AM EST

Song stuck in head: My alarm. I woke up ten minutes ago. It's a bunch of arpeggio'ed chords.

Last movie I watched: I don't re-- oh. I rewatched the Princess Bride a couple of weeks ago.

Last thing I Googled:

Probably one of these. I don't know how to check which one was actually the last one. Clearly a lovely mix of food, random questions related to Tumblr posts, and current news.

Other blogs: I actually do have one that I used for like one post ever. It was supposed to be devoted to a WIP from last year but all it has is a low-res piece of art. @the-spinning-top

Do I get asks: A grand total of one. Totally down for more though! Seriously go for it.

Reason behind my URL: I like looking out the window and daydreaming.

Following: 65

Average sleep: Okay so... I love sleep and think it's important. I strive to get 9 hours every single night and most nights I do. Last night though... I couldn't get to sleep for two hours. It was ridiculous. So I got like 7 hours of sleep last night instead.

Lucky number: In my experience, there's no such thing as luck. I will say though that I like the number 24 because of all the ways you can add up to it.

Currently wearing: A light blue plaid button up shirt and a pair of bootcut jeans. I wear stuff like this quite literally 24/7. I actually do not own any pajamas at all.

Dream job: I don't really know. See, there's all sorts of things that go into a dream job... Profitability, demand, skill. My plan is to go into a trade like plumbing or HVAC or possibly welding but that takes a lot of time to get to. If I didn't have to worry about money and getting a college degree to qualify, it'd be awesome to teach history at a college. I don't think I'm quite good enough of a teacher to teach literature though, unfortunately. Being a comic book creator would be really awesome too and I've entertained notions similar to that for like 4 years. Comics are cool. So is filmmaking. I'm a creative person, and I plan on a job that will keep me financially and mentally stable. All that said, my current job as a trail guide is one that I love to death. I'm also really excited about (hopefully) being on summer camp staff (waiting on an email back from the program director now... Ee!)

Dream trip: I'm not a person who likes to travel. I don't harbor dreams to go west for vacation or anything like that. I just wanna live outta the back of my truck in a nice wooded lot with a stream moving through it and keep some animals and have a garden, all worked into the permaculture of the forest. So I'd rather live somewhere awesome than visit somewhere people say they enjoy.

Favorite food: Okay so food, like sleep, is something I love. I can't really pick a favorite food. I really like sea food and pasta and ice cream? The weirdest food I ever ate was crocodile meat fried in cornmeal. Very tasty.

Favorite song: Probably The Mandelorian theme song! I love that one. I don't like lyrical songs and most songs I don't remember the names of or whatever, but I've listened to the Mandelorian enough that it's distinctions make it easy to remember and also really enjoyable!

Instruments: I have played piano for ten years and I fiddle around on the guitar every so often.

Tagging: (Let's see if I can find 21 people heh heh) @prettypianoprincess @woogwoo-wren @howgreatthou4rt @everythingbeautifulsfiction @loubuttons @artimies6 @timetopanik @starrtoon @ketsycola @stealingmyplaceinthesun @friendly-spoodermin @hopelessmusing @hobbitsetal @mothnem @orion98 @ anyone else who sees this and is interested? I obviously don't know enough people to tag but whatever. No sweat to participate if you're not interested. ;)

[sasakisniko]

Fanfic Writer Asks

I was tagged by @partsofthesamecosmicbeing and @spaceskam and how am I possibly even remotely cool enough for either one of them to know I write stuff sometimes?

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Author Name:

Molly and manesalex

Fandoms You Write For:

Roswell New Mexico. Mostly Malex, but I’ve written a couple Maribel fics. And my latest fic has Malex, Maribel, and Echo in it because it’s more focused on all the characters.

Where You Post:

@manesalex and ao3

Most Popular Oneshot:

The one with the most kudos is A kiss from your lips on a night like this, like an explosion in my soul which is really just a cracky, fun Malex fic I wrote for a friend.

Most Popular Multi Chapter Story:

Paper rings and picture frames and all my dreams which is a Malex wedding fic I wrote out of spite. Because this is who I am. My fluffiest fics are often written out of spite.

Favorite Story You Wrote:

I don’t know what my favorite one is, but I’m most proud of Keep your soul (like a secret in your throat). I’ve stuck to fluffy or smutty oneshots until this one. This was my first attempt to deal with a lot of plot and juggle multiple ships and character arcs. It’s the one I’m most nervous about people seeing and the one I put by far the most time and effort into.

Story You Were Nervous to Post:

Definitely Keep your soul (like a secret in your throat). It’s a s1 rewrite (with vampires, witches, and ghosts) and I’ve questioned my decisions with it over and over again. Is it too close to canon in some places? Am I dealing with certain issues with the sensitivity they deserve? I spent a long time just considering deleting it all, tbh.

How Do You Pick Your Titles:

I usually go for song lyrics. I’m not good at titles.

Do You Outline:

It depends. I don’t really outline my smutty oneshots. Or my fluffy oneshots. Those are simple enough that I have the necessary parts in my head. I do vaguely outline any 5+1 fic because I need to know what each number involves. And I do a lot of outlining with my longer fics. First I go through the character arcs for the full fic, split them up chapter by chapter, and then combine that with how I want to move the plot forward. So my final outline is just a vague sentence for each scene.

How Many of Your Stories are Complete:

I have 8 that are published or being published. I have a few I wrote for group chats that need a lot of work before they get published. But... Right now, I’m trying to decide what I want to work on next, whether that’s cleaning stuff up or working on a few fics I have been plotting in my head.

In-Progress:

Okay. The ones I’ve written in group chats that need lots of editing before I post them publicly:

1. A Malex cage sex alien sex pollen fic, based loosely on a scene from Lost. The first fic I ever shared with anyone.

2. A Malex porch sex fic I wrote to reclaim the porch after a friend’s creepy porch fic.

3. A Malex road trip smut fic I wrote off of a request.

Now the ones I’ve worked on outside of chats:

4. A Michael has been too focused on studying and Alex decides to help him release some tension fic.

5. A Maribel fic idea I shared with some other people, and offered to let them take it before I started writing. I don’t think they have and, well, I’m writing now, so... I may just pick it up. It’s angsty and focused on a lot of the pain they’ve caused each other.

6. A fic based on the original s2 premise. I shared my idea with a good friend (angst, so much angst). And I may just write it. We’ll see. I’m completely surprised to find an outline in my google docs.

Now for ideas that are just kicking around in my brain:

7. A Malex arranged marriage AU that has been torturing me since April, well before I started writing fic.

8. A prequel to one of my fluffy Malex fics based on a question a friend asked about a Malex moment referenced in it. This would be a 5+1 fic.

9. A sequel to my Halloween fic. I have a vague idea where it’s headed next and I have to decide how I want to tell that and if I want it to be two more parts or just one.

Coming Soon:

The rest of Keep your soul (like a secret in your throat). I’ve finished it, so it just needs to be betad. And I plan on posting a new chapter every Friday for All Hallows RNM. Until it’s done.

Do You Accept Prompts:

Right now? I’m open to them, but no guarantees when and if I’ll get to them. Usually, I just take them from a few very close friends at the moment. But, yeah, if people actually like my writing enough to request stuff, sure. I can’t guarantee if I’ll get to it, as my very long list of fics to write shows.

Upcoming Story You’re the Most Excited For:

I don’t know. That’s why I’m kind of stuck on what I want to work on now. I’m waiting for one of them to grab my attention.

Tag Five Fanfic Authors to Answer These Questions

Trying to tag people who I haven’t seen tagged yet: @insidious-intent, @gra-sonas, @stydiaeverafter, @lilasmcosmic, @hannah-writes, and a friend outside of the RNM fandom for fun, @thereadersmuse. Come join me in my hell and watch the beautiful boys kissing!

[cruzrogue]

Into the Future PartIII

#Fictober19 @fictober-event

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for fanfiction:

Prompt number: Prompt 29 “I’m doing this for you.”

Fandom (AU if applicable): #arrow fanfiction #olicity 

Rating:PG13

Warnings/Tags:  time travel 

Summary: Felicity lands up time traveling to the moment right after her future self goes with the Monitor. Landing in the bunker and meeting her future kids. They don’t seem impressed. As if that isn’t enough for a young-version Felicity to deal with she needs to head back into her present time and stop Oliver from completing a task on Lian Yu. Keeping the ley lines intact.  

Notes: Felicity Smoak goes to the future and meets three members of Future Team Arrow. 

Part 3 of 4  Prompt 29 “I’m doing this for you.” (on A03 now)

Part 4 of 4  Prompt 30 “I’m with you, you know that.” (next prompt)

Notes: The continuation as Felicity goes to Lian Yu and meets Oliver Queen who has no clue who she is… he’ll be getting a crash course on how to be Smoaked.

Past ones: 

1/2 Prompt number 1 “It will be fun, trust me.”

2/2  Prompt number: 4 “I know you didn’t ask for this.”

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Into the Future PartIII on A03

 “You’ve got this cool mystery house…”

Interrupting Felicity to make sure she knows once again the name of the abode their currently in. “House of Mystery.”

She shakes her head at the slight difference he surely needed you point out and starts her argument again, “You have this House of Mystery and I have a bookstore full of weird mind altering books. We are living every science fiction dork’s dream right now.”

“It is not a dream per se we are living…”

“John! I meant something entirely different. It wasn’t even regarding anything to do with us personally. Never mind!” She gives up.

He smirks at how irate she can get. In-between Holidays and school vacations John finds himself with a roommate. Felicity Smoak’s key has a way of her entering the house where a room shifts to become this bookstore of hers. He can’t say he has had any significant issues with this fiery spirit that is so gung-ho.

Coming to enjoy her visits. As a loner he shakes his head that this young interesting girl who has been encompassed to save them all from a certain doom. It is so like the fates to play this game. To throw a person into a vast learning curve where each step has dire consequences.

“I’m going to go read, there is this book that has an eerie eye that seems to want me to open it.” His look says it all. “I know it sounds dangerous. The scripts on the outside say futurae, relicum, futurum, relicuum.” She shrugs she knows it has to do with future events. She tried to translate but got these words: rest, remainder, future, residue, mortal remains. Still she going to open this book and hopeful learn something of importance.

“Be weary of this book.”

Winking at John, which to him she can’t do right she says, “Eye shall be.” It just has him shake his head at her dorkiness.

Closing the door behind her she heads to the small desk that she laid the book on. The eye imprinted upon the middle looks so alive. It doesn’t move though because if it did she’d throw it and never touch it again but nonetheless it visually creeps her out. “Okay, let’s do this.” Cracking it open for the first time she can smell the musty old pages. “Ew.” She sees nothing written upon all the empty pages. “Huh?” Closing the book, it is then the illustrated eye opens and she makes an Eep sound as she drops from her chair with the book still in her grasp but doesn’t hit the floor.

No, there is no more floor. Nor walls or ceiling that she has come to recognizes as the bookstore. She’s in silent shock as she is falling through darkness with this book in her hands. It feels like forever but it mere seconds until lights flood her vision and boom she hit solid concrete.

Making a grumbling sound as she lets the book drop to the floor and she massages her rear end. The sting of hitting this floor hard most likely to leave a nice size bruise. Felicity getting up she realizes she is now facing a blonde holding a bow with an arrow pointing directly at her.

It is a male voice that is wearing a suit that comes from behind this scary looking girl that looks to be around her age. “Who are you? How did you get here?”

“Um I don’t even know what here is.” The blonde pulls the arrow back slightly and Felicity even without knowing much about archery knows that it’s not a good sign. “Hey I come in peace.”

“Who are you?” The man says again.

“My name is Felicity Smoak.”

Both of them make a gruff sound. The girl moves slightly closer but looks to want to let the arrow go. “He asked you for your name. So, try again.”

Felicity just taking in this bunker, “Are we underground? Who are you three.” She notices a black male taking the scene in. She has never seen any of these individuals in her life.

“We ask the questions?” Felicity just nods she really doesn’t need to be skewered.

“Like my sister just said. Answer the question.”

“Okay, I was reading. Well, I tried to read it. The thing… The book really has no words on its pages and well I fell through something or another.” Shrugging because that is the truth.

“I swear I will let this arrow go in the next second…”

“Frack.” If she’s going to die at least she will do it in style of being true to herself. “I am Felicity Megan Smoak and I think you are way too pushy.”

“Mia, maybe she is telling the truth. I mean we did see her just fall to the bunker’s floor.” Conner says still keeping an eye on the intruder.

“Mia, cute. Sounds like a cat’s name. I mean I’ve never had a pet but that’s a name I’d most likely call it.”

The blonde moans but lowers her bow. “If you’re Felicity Smoak prove it?”

“What do you mean. Prove it? How many Felicity Smoak’s’ have you met?”

William answers, “One, and she was a great woman.”

“Okay. Not to sound odd or anything but what year is it?”

Conner chuckles but says 2040 which has Felicity gasp. “Oh! I’m way in the future. I’m like fifty-one here. Do I look good for my age, not that…? That it is relevant. You know what? Yea it is. I mean I’m all for brainpower but I’d still like to look good.”

“She sounds like Felicity?” Conner supplies.

“We have a machine that will prove to us your identity.”

“Okay. So, do we know each other?”

William looking at what could be his step-mom in awe. “I doubt it.”

“I meant do you know the future me?”

Connor shakes his head as he holds a smile.

Mia just annoyed and yet excited tells Conner, “Conner, shut it. Just get Archer.”

“Who is Archer?”

William can’t help but laugh, “It something you were tinkling on with when we were living in Hope Springs.”

Felicity’s eyebrow raises, “We do know each other.”

“Let’s just see what Archer says first.” As Conner activates the device. It goes through a protocol mode and states each person in the room. “Okay, you’re Felicity.”

“Yea, I know.” Inspecting the two men their names don’t ring any bells but the little program she might have built kept from telling her the other female’s name in the room. “It doesn’t recognize you Mia. Why?”

Mia still has her eyes on her mother. It’s probably best if she doesn’t know, time travel rules she thinks. Just find out what her mom needs so she can be on her way. “Safety protocol I guess, why are you here.”

“You are very talkative.” Felicity says in a huff. Talking to this girl is like pulling teeth. “If this program is made by me there would be a reason I’d keep you off its grid. We’re related aren’t we?”

Mia a little uncomfortable, “How? How did you know?”

“I’m a genius. Well people get uncomfortable or roll their eyes when I mention it but I’m usually the smartest cookie in a room.”

William laughs, “That’s because you usually are.” Felicity smiles at him. She already liked him before but she likes him even more now.

“You are a cutie. Please tell me you’re Oliver Queen’s son.” Now that gets everyone in the room to gasp. “You said we lived together. You look to be around your early twenties. Only reason I would live with a younger you is if I were your mother, aunt, or some sort of maternal figure. The way you gasped at my name I figuring I’m your mom. This girl here is my daughter. I can see resemblance of family between you both and Mia and I could pass for sisters.”

“Whoa, you really are smart.” Conner says impressed.

Felicity just shrugs but keeps her eyes focused on Conner Hawke. “You on the other hand have been giving my daughter the heart eyes and she scowls at you so there is love problems here but I’d be a good mom and butt out but don’t you hurt my baby girl.”

“Mom!” Mia says and then takes it back, “I mean not my mom.”

“Sure honey. Tell me? Is there more of you?”

“What?”

“I always thought if I had kids which at this stage of my life I don’t want but if I did. Being a single child I always dreamed of three maybe four kids.”

“Four kids?”

“Hey, if I dream. I dream big. I always wanted a bigger family and now that I know of my future husband because he is kind of cute for being an older guy I could see myself not being able to keep my hands off…”

Both William and Mia interrupt. “Please don’t.” “No, ew.”

“Not that time isn’t a huge flux of space and rhythm but there must be a reason I’m here.” Felicity looks at the program. A DNA based program is dangerous. In the wrong hands it could be apocalyptic. “I’m here to change things. Save the world and stuff.”

Mia states, “That is something similar you have said about dad but you’ve always were so vague.”

“Well if I know myself. Protecting you would always be my objective and it seems I made sure you could handle yourself.” Mia smiles her mom had her train from a young age. “Can I look at the program?” She can tell that these three are having a non-verbal discussion. “It’s probably why I was sent here by that book.” Felicity glances at the book still on the floor, “I’m doing this for you.”

William looking at the book. “A book?”

“Hmm hmm. A creepy book. It brought me here to learn something so as much as it rocks knowing I have two cool kids at least I need to do my best to help and maybe even protect your dad.”

“Dad?”

“Yes, Oliver Queen your father. Where is he anyways?” That is when Felicity can feel the mood shift. She gets it. Whatever is supposed to be stopped from happening, happened. “Ah!” She pauses as many thoughts goes through her mind. “Okay, can I look at Archer or not. Maybe there is something else that…”

William takes the device that Conner had and gives it to his step-mom. He’ll keep from telling her he isn’t really her son. Some information shouldn’t be privy it could alter everything. He watches as Felicity takes a sit and begins to understand her handiwork.

~~~~~~****~~~~~~~~sp@ce~~~~~~****~~~~~~~~

Spending time with her future kids will always be a highlight she’ll carry with her always. It was quite hard to leave them. All around the same age it was like having siblings in a way. No matter she had to leave and somehow now knows that she needs Oliver to not find that monument in Lian Yu.

As the fates have smiled on her she thinks. When she gets back from the future John Constantine is planning on an excursion to that very same place.

“I don’t know. It’s dangerous territory.”

“John, are you trying to get me to beg?”

“No. I doubt you’d go that far my love, you’d find a way to hitch a ride with me. Besides I know how important this all is. I be a damn fool to hinder you.”

“Sometimes you are so sweet.”

“I’m always sweet.”

“Ha, maybe when you’re napping.”

“Whoa, whoa there. You’ve watched me nap?”

“Really John, wouldn’t that be creepy?”

“Only if you got caught.”

“Well, I haven’t watched you sleep but if I did I would have tried to steal those terrible cancer sticks you carry around.”

“They’re cigarettes.”

“Same difference.”

“Good thing I like you.” He extends his arm, “Ready for an adventure?”

To be continued on next prompt…

[daisymakesstuff]

Future Queens- ...Obsessive

Summary: Riley questions just how crazy this all is. 

Also on AO3 | Prologue |  Chapter 1  | Chapter 3

Pairing: Lia(F!Liam) x MC

Series Rating: T

Word Count: 2451

Warnings: series warning for homophobia

Disclaimer: This is a TRR rewrite of Liam’s “route”, but with a F/F pairing. I’ve added more description, filled holes, and made a few adjustments but I just want to be clear that a lot of this text is from the book itself and I’m not claiming to have written it. 

Note: I’m pretty excited about this chapter because I feel like we’re finally to the point where I get to actually re-write things instead of just setting the same scene with a slightly altered cast. Also, other people do cool moodboards and stuff before their chapters, so I thought I would try my hand at fake screenshots!  Hopefully, you think they’re fun too. 

Tagged: @sibella-plays-choices @client-327

After packing her bags and leaving her New York apartment behind, Riley finds herself on a plane with Maxwell and Drake. For a while, she’s quiet, trying to get a grip on everything that has happened in the last hour. The incredibly plush seats in the private jet are comfortable, but they don’t help with her culture shock. The only flights she has been on until now involve long lines and cramped coach seating. 

The flight is long, though. About an hour and a half in she has her thoughts together enough to ask some questions. 

“Maxwell?” He has his headphones in, bopping along to the music, so it takes multiple tries to get his attention. “Maxwell!” 

“Huh? — yeah?” He pushes off his headphones haphazardly and whirls around to look at her like he’s expecting some sort of emergency until he catches the look on her face.

“Do you really think I have a shot at marrying Lia?” 

“I wouldn’t be flying you all the way to Cordonia if I didn’t!” Maxwell answers enthusiastically. 

“So you think I have a shot of winning a competition for her future husband?” They touched on this outside of the bar, but not to her satisfaction. The consoles above their seats chime, and the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign comes on above Riley’s chair. The pilot’s smooth voice comes over the speakers to advise they have hit some turbulence. Backing out of this now wouldn’t exactly be easy. She buckles herself in for the ride. 

“Well, I am taking a bit of risk, but technically,” Maxwell repeats. “Technically, all the jargon about this stuff says ‘spouse’. I even double-checked last night! And gay marriage was legalized in Cordonia years ago, so the rest of court will probably be too scared to say anything about it outright.” Riley knows as well as any other LGBT person that ‘not outright’ doesn’t mean ‘not at all’. 

“So… your plan is to use ‘straight’ fear to keep me in the competition?” 

“Basically, yeah.” Riley snorts with laughter. This is a very serious, real thing that is happening, and by no means should anything Maxwell has said put her at ease — but it does. “Now, can I go back to my song? This my jam!” 

———

“Say ‘goodbye’ to New York and ‘hello’ to Cordonia!” Maxwell announces, several hours later.  

“I can’t believe this is actually happening!” Her earlier apprehension has since given way to excitement. 

“Believe it. We’ll be landing soon, ready or not. And if you’re not ready, the men at court are going to eat you alive,” Drake deadpans. 

“Yeesh, don’t scare her, Drake. You okay, Riley?” Maxwell asks.

“Honestly, THEY should be afraid of ME!” Riley’s overselling it again. ‘Fake it till you make it’, right?

Drake seems pleased with that response. “…Heh. Cocky. You might actually survive.”

“I don’t get why you’re being so grim about this,” Riley says. This is her life being turned upside down, not his. 

“Look, no offense, but I’ve seen people like you come and go. It never ends well. Not for you, not for Liam, not for the royal family.”

“Riley’s not some crown-chaser,” Maxwell snaps. 

“Drake… I’m different than them. Lia being a princess doesn’t matter at all to me.”

“That’s exactly the kind of naïve thinking that’s going to land you in trouble here,” Drake retorts. 

Just then, the pilot announces the plane’s descent. “Hey, look! You can see Cordonia out the window! Riley, you won’t want to miss this!” 

Just like that, the conversation shuts down. Riley eagerly looks out the plane window, nose touching the glass. The Cordonian countryside hugs the seaside at its edges. It is a country built around its castle, white buildings with red-orange roofs radiate outward from its center intermingled with green trees. 

“That’s Cordonia? It’s like something out of a fairy tale! The sparkling ocean, the swaying trees—”

“If you burst into song, I’m jumping out of this plane.” Drake stops her mid-romantic rambling.

“I’m just saying it's beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it? Are you ready?” Maxwell asks.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

——

One car ride later, Riley steps out onto the grounds of “the Royal Palace. Welcome to your home for the next few months, Riley.” Ever the excellent tour guide, Maxwell gestures appropriately. 

“This is where I’m staying? I didn’t realize I’d be living in the palace!” 

“Most of the nobility live here while the social season is underway… including all the gentlemen vying for Liam’s hand.”

“Yeah, living under one roof just makes it easier to attend the rose ceremony later,” Drake deadpans. Maxwell rolls his eyes. “This is my cue to take off. See you around… if you’re lucky.” 

Riley follows Maxwell into the palace, where she climbs the grand staircase, permanently decked in red carpet. 

“So what’s the deal with Drake?” Riley asks. “Why is he so jaded?”

“Oh, don’t mind him. Drake’s never really… fit in.”

“Not used to courtly life?” 

“Definitely not. He’s a commoner. He’s… always been an outsider here. Even if he is Liam’s best friend…” At the top of the stairs, Maxwell turns down a corridor. “Your room’s here in the west wing. In case you need anything from me or my brother, our rooms are just a couple doors away.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother.”

“Yeah, an older brother. His official title is Duke Bertrand Beaumont. As the eldest son, he’s the heir and I’m the spare. You’ll see him tonight. He’ll be excited to meet you. This is it… Here’s your room!” They step into a lavish guest room with full-length paintings, gilded ceilings, and a bed of fluffy pillows. 

“Wow…” is the only thing Riley can think to say. 

“As a royal guest, you’re spared no luxury…”

“So nothing’s stopping me from jumping on the bed?”

“Only your dignity.”

“Perfect.” Riley runs and jumps onto the bed, sighing happily as she sinks into the mattress. “Ahh… This is so much better than memory foam.”

“I’ll let you settle in before your big debut tonight… I’m sorry, I keep forgetting that you’re not used to this. The first event of the social season is tonight… The Masquerade. Not everyone dresses in costume, but you can be sure that the gentlemen competing for Lia’s attention will be pulling out all the stops. I’m guessing it’s too much to ask if you’ve got a costume or fancy ballgown in there…”

“I packed a dress.”

“Well, I wasn’t sure, so I’ve made an appointment for you at the palace boutique. Maybe you’ll find something you like better there! Remember. Tonight is very important. It’s your chance to make a first impression on all the influential people at court and to stand apart from everyone else!”

A few minutes later, Riley steps into the palace’s boutique only to bump into a half-naked man holding a dress shirt. “Oh!” he gasps. 

“Eep! Sorry! I didn’t realize someone was already here…” At least he’s wearing pants. 

“No problem. To be honest, I didn’t have an appointment,” the man admits. “I’m Hans, I suppose you’re also here for the Masquerade tonight. Since you’re here and not already dressed, I must assume that you are like me…searching desperately for something to wear.” 

“More or less.”

“The seamstress seems to be running late, but I can show you around. This boutique has the most exquisite gowns.” He pauses and looks down at his bare chest, as if realizing for the first time. “Let me just put my shirt on…”  

Hans pulls on the shirt he was holding and buttons it with ease. He struggles with his necktie, though unable to get the knot right. 

“Need a hand?” Riley asks.

“That would be amazing.” Riley straightens out his tie, and Hans picks up a matching mask and settles it on his face before turning to her, grinning. 

“Thank you. Not many people here are like you…”

“Helpful?”

“Nice.” Hans turns to admire himself in the grand full-length mirror at the front of the boutique. “Ah, this outfit is perfect!” He does a slow spin to show it off. “Now, what about you? One must have a mask for the Masquerade! Have you seen the angel costume? You’d look amazing in white. Or there’s also a red one, if you’re feeling more… devilish.” 

“I’ll take a look…” Riley doesn’t have a lot in savings (or checking) like most people her age. Not having to buy her plane ticket here helps, at least. And she is a guest in the royal palace, so food and lodging are free, too. Everyone here is royalty, though. She needs to make a good impression, even if her wallet is already crying at the idea of having to buy multiple expensive gowns.

 Riley plays it safe—if purchasing white clothing is ever ‘safe’— by choosing the angel costume. The dress is a floor-length with a slit up the thigh and a low, plunging neckline. A silver filigree mask with a fuzzy white halo acts as the main part of the costume. 

“Heavenly!” Hans declares, pleased enough that Riley doesn’t feel the need to second-guess her decision. 

——

That evening, Maxwell meets Riley at the bottom of the main staircase. 

“Nice outfit. You look great,” Maxwell says.

“Thanks.” I hope so. This costs more than my prom dress. He guides her to the doors of the grand ballroom. 

“One other thing I should mention. As soon as you enter, you’ll tell the herald your name and title so that you can be announced…”

“What is my title?” Riley asks. 

“You don’t really have one, but since my family is sponsoring you, then you could technically be considered a ‘lady’. Or we could go with your hometown. I guess I should’ve asked before. What’s your last name?”

“Riley Singh.”

“Well, it’s not as classic a name as Catherine Elizabeth Middleton, but it’ll do…”

The doors to the grand ballroom are thrown open, and Riley makes her entrance. The herald announces Maxwell, and then turns to you. 

“Please announce me as Riley Lee of New York.” The herald announces her and she walks into the ballroom. She can feel people watching as she comes in, heads swiveling to examine the new novelty. The swell of attention is short-lived though, people going back to their conversations, or simply averting their eyes to be polite. 

“I’ve got to talk to Bertrand for a sec. You’ll be okay on your own, right? Just mingle.”

“Mingle… right… I can do that.” Probably. Looking out across the ballroom, Riley sees Drake standing alone…and on the other side, Hans and a group of finely dressed gentlemen. She approaches Drake first, and he nods and gives her a stiff bow. 

“Good evening, my lady,” he says, for once without a hint of sarcasm. 

“So you do have manners.” Riley grins.  Drake’s jaw drops, recognizing her voice. 

“… Riley? Is that you?” 

“Yeah. You didn’t recognize me?”

“I… I was caught off-guard. You clean up well.” She is even more pleased with herself when he still sounds astonished. 

“Drake… was that actually a compliment?” Riley teases. 

“Uh, no!” His attempt to cover it up falls flat, but he continues anyway. “Looking the part doesn’t mean you’re going to be welcome here, you know.” 

“Well, you’re as charming as ever.” She frowns. 

“Hah. Compared to most of the nobles here, I’m your best friend.” 

“Drake, everyone here’s been perfectly nice.” Not that she has spoken with many of them yet, but Hans was nice. 

“Sure, to your face. You don’t want to know what they’re probably saying about you behind your back.”

“How can you say that? Aren’t the nobles your friends too?”

“I’m friends with Princess Lia. I’m not here for the rest of them.”

“What about Maxwell? He’s the one sponsoring me,” Riley retorts. Drake’s expression shifts from the usual apathy into anger. She’s pushed a button. 

“Look, you don’t know him like I do. You don’t know any of them like I do.” Then he schools himself back to a neutral expression, though his voice is crisper than usual when he continues. “Anyway, if you’ll excuse me, I could use another glass of champagne… Good luck, Riley.”

So, Riley leaves him to it. She walks over to where Hans is standing with the rest of the gentlemen. Her presence as the only gown in a sea of suits draws attention back to her. She thinks she hears her name whispered a couple of times. 

“Hello again. I’m glad to see you made it!” Hans greets her with a smile. 

“Thanks.”

“So, this is the Masquerade! What do you think of it?” 

“The Masquerade is wonderful!” Everything is gorgeous, grand, and glistening. It’s the real-life version of the fantasy her high school prom wanted to live up to.

“I can tell you’re going to enjoy yourself here!” Hans says. “To be honest, it’s very refreshing to be around someone so excited.” 

“Fancy galas are just second nature to you?”

“When you’ve gone to as many as I have, they can lose their charm… unless, of course, you find the right companions!” 

“Ahem! Pardon me, but I absolutely must steal her away,” A gentleman in a purple, feathered mask cuts in. He takes Riley’s arm and pulls her off. 

“Hey!” Riley protests. 

“Forgive me for being forward, but I’ve never seen you here before. I always notice when the heralds announce a new name. I make it a point to know all the ladies at court. I’m Sir Oliver Vanderwall Nevrakis, Duke of Lythikos. Riley Singh of New York… Now is that the Singh family from Manhattan… or Brooklyn?”

“I’m my own family, thank you.”

“Well, seeing as you’re the new girl at court, let me give you some advice. When you’re presented to the King, you should kiss his shoe when you curtsy to him.”

“Really?” That sounds fake. 

“It’s Cordonian custom to show deep respect and reverence for the monarchy. You’re so lucky that I was here to warn you! Otherwise, you’d look completely ridiculous.”

“Thanks…” she says, half-heartedly. Just then, Maxwell rushes back to her side. 

“Princess Lia is here! Ready to see her again?” he asks. Riley looks across the crowded ballroom and there she is… Riley’s stomach does a little flip. Lia looks just the same, and yet somehow infinitely more powerful dressed in a stunning ball gown and giving a professional smile to the entire room. 

“Do you think she’ll be glad to see me?” In hindsight, flying across the country and joining a competition full of men for her hand in marriage after knowing her for one night might seem… obsessive. 

“Only one way to find out… go talk to her.” 

[starfaring-princelotor]

Originally posted by picturesoflotoreveryday.

Moon Flower

Summary: Young Prince Lotor discovers a field of moon flowers and meets his first friend.

Pairings: Lotor x Half-GalraF!Reader

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing.  ★

Warnings: Mentions of half-breeds, cliché romance trope, childhood friends to lovers, awkward teenage hormones, first kiss, ooc kinda?

Foo Fighters - Everlong

Part One___Part Two___Part Three

Extinction (Bad Ending)___ The Giving Tree___Moonlight Path

Evolution (Good Ending)___Breaking the Ice ___For My Family___Priorities

Lotor peeked from behind the tree meekly, small claws digging into the wood in slight nervousness. It was night time and little Lotor, ever the curious Galra, had slipped out the castle walls to explore what laid beyond. His parents wouldn’t know, at least, they shouldn’t. They probably thought he snuck out to the quartberry orchards to indulge his appetite, when in actuality, he ran to a different, more private, field. He discovered it, so it was HIS. It was his secret hide-out.

But, as his wide-eyed self scanned the flowers blooming in the expansive meadow, he saw that there was an intruder. Someone else was here, but he was unsure how to...chase this trespasser out. So for now, he just watched you cautiously, watched how you plucked the flower and sniffed it. Watched you flump back on the ground, arms and legs splayed out as if embracing the starry sky.

He let out a gasp when he watched you eat the flower.

His flowers!

Your ears twitched at the new sound and you turned your attention right in his direction. Lotor let out a small “eep!” then completely hid himself. If he can’t see you, then you can’t see him, right? Though, that young mind of his did not help in this situation at all. Little Lotor didn’t even hear you sneak up on him or the rush of footsteps dig into the dirt while you ran across the field.

“Hey! Who’re you?”

Lotor stumbled back when your face popped up barely an inch in front of him. He let out an indignant noise, something between a yelp and awkward stuttering, then took a large step back. Large in accordance to his smallish legs. Your eyes, big and inquisitive, blinked owlishly at this guy, this anxious, white-haired guy who couldn’t have been any older than you. Slowly, a smile grew on your lips.

A new friend!

“I’m-”

“Lotor. I’m Prince Lotor!” he interrupted, summoning what little courage he could after the shock of having YOU surprise him wore off.

“Lotor, huh?” you poked his side and he pouted, “Wanna play hide and seek with me?”

Little Lotor was...speechless. You took his silence as a yes, grabbed his hand, then dragged him to the field of moon flowers.

“I can’t reach it!”

“Um, it’s because you are short.”

You let out an indignant huff then shoved his shoulder, but all Lotor did was giggle in mischief. Tonight, the two of you had gone to the quartberry orchards after you complained to him that you were hungry. Of course, his little tummy had rumbled too, and he figured some ripe berries were perfect for dinner. Or dessert, seeing as it was very late in the night. You attempted to jump up and snag a bushel of berries, but Lotor was right. You were...tiny.

“Well, how do YOU get them then, huh?” you crossed your arms, sticking your lower lip out in defiance.

“Like this, watch,” his little legs tap tap tap to the tree and he glanced back, “Are you watching?”

Lotor scooted closer to the base then looked down at his hands. He knew how to get those berries easy-peasy. Concentrating with his tongue sticking out, he grunted for a few seconds before...pop! His claws came out! With a triumphant grin, he dug his nails into the wood and started to climb, scaling the trunk like he has done several times before. You let out an awed “Oooh” as he finally perched himself at the lowest branch.

Then, he started eating the closest bushel he could find, figuring it was a good...self reward for his hard work.

“Hey! That’s not fair! How come I don’t got those?” you sadly looked down at your own hands, wondering when you would get some gnarly, cool claws like Lotor.

With berry juice smeared on his lips, baby cheeks in full chipmunk mode, Lotor blinked down at you. Maybe you didn’t know how to get your pointy nails out yet? Either way, that sad, puppy look on your face made him frown, too. He cut a few berry vines, making sure he had enough for the both of you, then dangled it over your head. It was your big, doe eyes and sudden happy smile that made Lotor grin back.

“Here, catch them, okay?” he dropped one, two, six, and you managed to save each of them.

“Thanks, Lotor!” you stuffed a handful of berries in your mouth while he climbed down the tree, both of you sitting on the grass together, “You’re the best!”

Lotor smiled with his little kitten fangs showing.

“Ah! When can I get those, too?”

Tick. Tck.

“Psst...Lotor...wake up, I know you’re in there…”

Tick.

Lotor sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It was so, so late at night, but he knew exactly who was throwing rocks at his balcony window. It was a habit with you, now. Though, even in his drowsiness, a happy smile crept on his lips. He shuffled out of bed quickly then silently opened the large glass doors...only to be pegged in the face with a tiny pebble. He let out that same sputtering when he first met you those few years ago, before looking over the edge.

Your expression instantly lit up when your friend’s face peered down at you, “Were you sleepin’?”

“No,” he lied, but you knew he was just joking around, “But I am sure my parents are.”

“Pssh, c’mon, Lotor,” you motioned him to come down, “Let’s go to the fields again. They won’t know. Besides, didn’t you say you got tomorrow off from studies or something?”

It was true. Dayak has started teaching him all about Galra history, Galra traditions, and while he enjoyed it, Lotor often found himself thinking about spending time outside the desk. Outside with his friend, in that field, playing tag and hide and seek and wrestling and eating and napping. Kid stuff that invaded his thoughts more and more the longer he was stuck behind a book.

Plus, he liked sharing his knowledge with you under the full moon.

“Sounds logical to me,” he nodded, already climbing over the metal border, “Very well. Catch me.”

“W-wai-Lotor, no-”

It took all your willpower, and his, to not laugh too loud when his lanky body crashed on top of you in a tangle of limbs.

Lately, Lotor has been feeling a little too warm. A fever, he thought, but that wouldn’t stop him from sneaking out and continuing your night-time shenanigans. Besides, if he was late, if he didn’t arrive on time, you would have the benefit of pouncing on him in a surprise attack. And Lotor certainly couldn’t let you get the best of him, now could he? It filled him with smug satisfaction every time he managed to pin YOU down first.

He tied up his hair quickly, since last time you almost won by yanking it too hard, then stealthily crept through the woods. The field came in view and there you were, humming innocently and plucking his precious flowers, completely oblivious to your surroundings. So safe. Our private little haven. Lotor crouched lowly and when you turned your head, you only had a split second to see him out of the corner of your eyes before he lunged at you with the speed of a hungry panther.

You had a moon flower in your mouth and you couldn’t even get a word out when Lotor roughly tumbled with you. Still, that didn’t mean you gave up so easily! You wrestled back, rolling and grunting, trying to get the upper hand on the larger teen, but his damn claws were great weapons to latch onto anything he wanted. Mainly, your shoulder since his hips were strong enough on their own to hold you down.

Spitting grass out of your mouth, you let out a groan and laughed, “Okay, okay, I concede! I yield!”

You couldn’t see Lotor’s cocky grin from behind you, but you could hear it in his damn voice, “What is the score? 54 to 21? You must try harder next time, dear.”

“Hey, hey, it’s 54 to 22! Give me some credit here,” you corrected, arms starting to ache as they twisted behind you in his strong hold, “But, y’know, who’s keeping count?”

Lotor chuckled in amusement, but it slowly died down when his nose...tickled. He has been in these fields so many times, he had already gotten used to the smell of moon flowers wafting in the night. It covered you and him, but this scent, it was different, it was spicy. He hooded his eyes and leaned down towards your neck, following his nose and disregarding that this was some odd instinct going on within his body.

He dug his face into your hair and fully closed his eyes, then he sniffed you. Not discreetly at all.

“Lotor? Lotor, you weirdo, did you just sniff me?”

Your voice snapped him out of his intoxicated state, but that scent was already burned into his mind. It was you, that spice came from you. It made him feel much too warm now. That, and he was thoroughly embarrassed he was caught doing something weird, something no Prince should ever do. Lotor released his grasp on you and backed off your body, letting you sit up and face him. His face flushed a cute wine color and his eyes, stars, he couldn’t look at you after that. Shameful, what was he thinking?

Then, you laughed, that carefree laugh, and all the worries mixing in his stomach disappeared.

Lotor’s eyes widened, blush still very prominent on his cheeks, then you tackled him suddenly. Surprise attack, indeed. He let out an “oof!” as you laid on top of him and his arms hugged you in comfortable familiarity. The way you were laying on him with the glow of the moon lighting up your face had a new feeling beat in his heart. He had thought his sniffing would’ve truly weirded you out.

Though, you proved that you were just as weird as he was when you dug your face into the side of his neck and sniffed him too. He was stunned, even more shocked when he could feel you smile against his warm skin. You...liked this? Of course you did. Why would something like sniffing push you two apart? Lotor was a fool to think you would run away over something so trivial. Two half-breeds, sniffing each other.

“You smell good, like,” you paused, hummed, “Like...lavender. Lilac? Forget-me-nots?”

Lotor could get used to this welcoming feeling blooming in his chest.

“And you’re really, really warm. Let’s sleep out here tonight.”

“Damn, that’s...that’s a lot.”

Lotor blanched at you, perhaps pouting just a bit, at your bluntness. Your face was super close to his, examining each and every swollen pimple on his sharp features. Not one, not two, but four. All in the most unfortunate of places, too. His nose, his chin, forehead, and his left cheek. You hummed deep in thought and slowly raised a finger, intending to...poke them. It was fascinating.

Well, fascinating to YOU.

“Oh, shut up, I can not believe I have so many,” Lotor’s complexion was one thing he carefully maintained and to have these abominations pop up overnight greatly knocked down his ego.

To him, it was downright embarrassing, if not a little painful. The second your finger was within half an inch of his pimple, Lotor’s hand came up and clamped around your wrist. Firmly. Now, you couldn’t satisfy your curiosity. Already sensing your other hand rising up, he caught that one in his hold, too. You squirmed in your restraint, though you had no luck breaking free. It was now that Lotor took a chance to truly just...stare at you.

Did your lashes always look so long and full?

“It’s okay, Lotor! They’re like, uh...comets! Yeah, they landed on your face,” you joked, to which he only rolled his eyes, “Little fallen stars, y’know? Let’s draw them together and make a constellation!”

“Absolutely NOT!”

You laughed out loud, not one so easily to give up, even if he said no. Arms and hands wiggling, Lotor had a hard time keeping you locked by the wrists, but you finally broke free. Immediately your fingers pinched both of his cheeks playfully, then stretched them here and there. Can I call you comet face from now on? If possible, his pouty lips only grew more in the light of such a humiliating nickname.

Lotor was getting older and taller than you, much to your playful complaints. That heat didn’t completely disappear, but now it was more manageable. It didn’t impede his studies or anything like that. It didn’t wedge an awkwardness between you two, which he was eternally grateful for. Under the pressure of his father and mother, of Dayak, of his duties as a Prince, he was glad he could steal little moments of freedom with you.

Like now. Your body was curled into his side, you are so squishy, while his hand laid loosely on your hip. Lotor was comfortable, he wasn’t a Prince with you. He was just that same anxious kid those many years ago. No, actually. Lotor likes to think he has grown into someone you could proudly call his childhood friend. Or perhaps...maybe something more than friend.

“Open,” he demanded and you did, your mouth parting while he fed you the apple held in his hand.

“Lotor,” you started, staring at the sky that was puffy with heavy clouds, “I think it’s gonna rain soon. We should get you back before you get soaked. I know how much you hate it when your hair frizzes.”

No, he didn’t want this to end. The night just started! Lotor took a bite out of the fruit then chewed silently, debating on what to do with you. On one hand, yes, he did hate how the humidity puffed up his hair in a what you call an “adorable cotton-headed grape.” On the other hand, you would leave his hold, which was already the worst option in his mind.

“Come stay with me tonight,” he heard you stop chewing and he pressed his cheek against the top of your head, “You hate the rain too, do you not?”

Yes, you did. Wet, cold, soggy. Loud and the storms on Daibazaal lasted much too long for your liking. And the lightning and thunder. You cuddled more against Lotor just thinking about it. His offer was so tempting, though. And when you looked up at him, saw that smile of his, saw that firm caring side reflect his cosmic eyes, you couldn’t say no. Just tonight, just this once.

“As Prince, I have control of who stay-”

“Uh-uh. No. You don’t get to use that title with me, you nerd,” you teased and his eyes lit up at your challenging words, “You said your name was Lotor. Lo-tor. Before you said Prince.”

And that’s how you’ve been calling him since you two met.

On the way back to his balcony, it had begun raining, and it pushed the both of you to start running. His hand was tightly wound with yours as the night sky flashed lightning at your heels, but you two...you were laughing at the circumstances. See? Told ya so. Luckily, it was so loud in the storm, neither of you worried about being caught scaling up to his room or making too much noise.

Under the awning, both Lotor and yourself were soaked to the bone. After the laughter died down, you two simply stood facing each other, taking in each other’s appearance. His hair was limp now, just like your mop, and his hands were still latched onto yours. Lotor was tethering you to him and he found that, well, he didn’t want to let go. Not yet. The door could wait. He wanted to stare at you a bit more, let that warmth rise over his body pleasantly. Judging by the adoring look in your eyes, he guessed you felt it too.

His heart nearly burst from his chest when you brought his hands up to cup your face, allowing him to hold what he deemed the moon of his life. Lotor wasn’t that nervous kid anymore. Never again, not when your eyes shined up at him like those nights you would gaze upon the distant galaxies. Like those nights when the both of you spotted a shooting star whizzing through the dark sky.

Lotor leaned down, pulled you to his body, and kissed you gently with all the heat and passion he could muster.

He heard the distant chime of bells ringing in his head when his eyes slid close in pure bliss.

“Let us review your alphabet in Ta’kivy.”

Like clockwork, Lotor automatically began speaking words along with every letter Dayak announced. His mind unconsciously, yet perfectly, nuanced each of them all in proper order, not once missing a beat. She was proud of him, nodding in approval as her pupil continued to impress her. He will make a fine Emperor one day. That is, until he said your name.

Lotor knew instantly he made a mistake. He gulped as nervousness spiked in his arms, all the way up to his chest, and his eyes widened in...panic.

“What was that?” Dayak asked, narrowing her eyes at the Prince’s reaction.

He quickly scrambled his brain for the correct word, the one that would hopefully deter Dayak from any suspicions she had in him. If you were found out, his father, his mother, they would no doubt banish you. Or worse. Lotor knew for a while now that a Prince was not meant to socialize with half-breeds, even though he, himself, was one. He knew the implications it could lead to and how grave it would be for you.

And that struck fear straight into his soul.

[skyecrandall]

Just A Photo - Endless Summer FanFic

This is the reward for  @imperfecsean  As part of my 500 followers giveaway. Sorry for being so late in delivering it. In the next few days I will also be posting the other rewards. He wanted a little fic about the ES crew taking a photo. So here you are. I hope you guys like it :)

Please note that this fic makes fun of stuff that normally happens in the fandom and is not written with malicious intent (eg: poking fun to those straight Jake stuff etc...). Only for laugh.

Genre: Comedy

Words: 860

(also. I added a keep reading under this line and tagged it with long post. sorry if it does not work and it ends up floating you feed)

Michelle: Alright people. Let's get back into position.

Michelle: Oh and if I see you ruin this photo with your butt Craig, let me tell you that you will be in deep trouble.

Craig: Eep. *rises his pants up*

Grace: So? Everyone good? I've already set up the timer.

Kele: Wait hold up. I have an objection?

Estela: Huh? What do you want to do now? Can we just get this over with?

Kele: Why am I not allowed in the picture with you guys? I mean you are even letting Varryn, Seraxa, Taari and Mike in. Why not me too? Hell, even Furball is in it.

Zahra: And why should you be in it? I mean why are even in this story?

Raj: No offence dude, but Zahra is right. The story would have went the same with or without you.

Quinn: And even in this story line you are useless since I'm married to Taylor. Sean: Aren't you guys being a little too mean to him right now? It isn't his fault that he is irrelevant.

Kele: ...No...I'm...Fine...

Michelle: Good then keep up the lighting. Also the sun just changed position so you better adjust the angle of your aluminium sheet too.

Kele:...Okay...Grace... Start the timer.

Jake: Hold on! How are Mike and I supposed to pose already?

Michelle: You two are supposed to be making out.

Mike: Wait what!?

Taari: You two need to kissssu, dumbo.

Jake: But why?

Michelle: This group photo we are taking is supposed to show Taylor's spirit that we are living happily thanks to their sacrifice and so you two should kiss.

Diego: Pretty much everyone on this island ships you two together.

Mike: But can't we get something more normal like Diego and Varryn?

Michelle: This shows how many books you have read. Piggybacking is done either when people are close friends are already in a deep loving relationship. A kiss symbolizes the beginning of a relationship. That's why you two are kissing you were not in an official relationship when Taylor was here so you need to show them that their favorite ship finally sailed.

Jake: But..But... I'm supposed to keep a straight white boy with super thin and fluid hair for some of my fans....

Seraxa: No objections worm. Disrespecting the will of Taylor is like disrespecting Vannu and I won't tolerate it. *pulls out a dagger* Mike & Jake : Eek

Mike: Well if we are doing it, might as well make it enjoyable.

Estela: Grace please take the picture already.

Grace: Okay. Pressed the shoot button. *runs towards the group and gets into postion*

*click*

Grace: I'll go and take the pho-oof

Aleister: Oh my god Grace are you alright?

Grace: Yes, I'm fine. I just tripped over that rock.

Raj: Be careful.

Grace: Wait why is the photo completely black?

Diego: You forgot to remove the lens cover.

Grace: My bad. Sorry everyone, can you get back into position.

Quinn: That's no problem for Jake and Mike. They have been in this position since the beginning. You guys better break to get some air too. No one wants you two to choke.

Grace: Second shot. Get ready everyon- *runs to the group and trips over the same rock again*

Craig: That rock is really annoying the hell out of me. *grabs rock and throws it on a nearby tree*

Aleister: Wait isn't that a wasp hive that just fell?

Sean: Run everyone!

*everyone started running towards the coast as they are chased by a swarm of wasps*

Raj: Water!

Michelle: Wait, we could also take the shot here. Everyone look like you are happy and having fun. Jake and Mike, you two should still be kissing. Kele, take the shot. The lighting is currently perfect.

Zahra: Are you sure he knows how to take a photo? I don't think they had this model back in the da- Don't throw seaweed on me Craig!

Kele: I think I understood how to do it when watching Grace. I should do exactly the same as her except to running and tripping?

Quinn: Yes! Also Michelle, wanna act like we are mermaids!

Michelle: Definitely!

Aleister: Guys...I don't feel so good.

Sean: Don't worry Aleister, if you can't swim you can hang onto me.

Kele: at my countdown I'm taking the shot. 5, 4, 3, 2 - *large groan-sound*

Estela: Oh no! It better not be him again!

*Cetus appears*

Michelle: For Taylor's sake can't we just take a photo in peace? Alright people, let's kick that fish's ass a 4th time and take that photo.

Craig: Wait do fishes even have an ass?

Zahra: This ain't important dumbass !

*3 hours later - Cetus defeated*

Kele: Uhhh Michelle, do you still want to take the photo?

Michelle while glaring daggers at Kele: Does it look like a time to take photo? Raj has been fried by Cetus, Jake and Mike fell unconscious from lack of oxygen and Aleister is having an allergic reaction to those wasp stings and most importantly you cannot get proper lighting at this time of the day. Does it look like it is the correct time for a photo?

[sambashua]

92 questions/random questions/8 things tag~

hello friends !!! i’ve done the first two tags before but it’s been quite a while so ?? let’s see if i can come up w new responses i guess?? also these all have similar-ish questions so i thought i’d combine them so i don’t clog up everyone’s dashes~

tagged by (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ(ilya so dang much my favorite muffins)

92 questions: mariel! @jaehyunscult kelby! @yooncheoly and claudia! @s-lay-ing 

random questions: kolbo! @yooncheoly ommo! @strawberryboo​ and cloodoo! @s-lay-ing 

eight things: em! @seoulscapes mj! @jungnoir and kat! @atshinee

i’m going to tag @everyonesabiaswrecker @hoshi-ssi @king-hao @moonhyook @taeismyking @honestlay @yoonsunha @amessence @kylamassie1 @peachesandkili and also the beans who tagged me above!! you can do one of the ones you didn’t tag me in hehe(≧◡≦)

you guys can choose whichever tags you want!! or all of them ? idk it’s basically either long, easy or creative so whatever you feel like doing… or do none of them!! that works too! if you don’t want to be tagged just let me knowwww also you rlly don’t have to read this whole thing it is so damn long… but w/o further ado…

92 questions

the last…

1. drink: water

2. phone call: my grandma !

3. text message: “THEBOP OF THE SUMMER” (sic)

4. song you listened to: ‘love paint (every afternoon)’ by NU’EST started playing before i got out of the car last night… WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED I WATCHED MX’S NEWTON THIS MORNING OH MY GOD THE BOP OF THE SUMMER THAT’S WHAT THE TEXT WAS ABT BTW

5. time you cried: hmmmm not monsta x surprisingly ? but we have some rlly spicy food in LA and @everyonesabiaswrecker @taeismyking and i had to hide our eyes from the waiter lol

have you ever…

6. dated someone twice: nooo (as i said last time i’ve never dated so these are all no’s so you can skip around a bit i suppose)

7. been cheated on: nooo

8. kissed someone and regretted it: nooo

9. lost someone special: yea

10. been depressed: nope

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: drinking makes ya do bad stuff kids

list three favorite colors (12-15)…

grey, light blue nd light green !

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: yeAH SO MANY! irl and online i’m so thankful for everyone i’ve met~~ since i started uni i was rlly nervous abt meeting people and although i have one (1) new friend irl (shoutout to my main main main kat @atshinee literally where would i be w/o you i probably woulda gotten stuck at camp bc of the hail storm) i’ve met countless lovely individuals online that i am forever grateful for;;; now i’m being all sappy someoNE STOP ME

16. fallen out of love: nooo

17. laughed until you cried: almost everyday~~

18. found out someone was talking about you: oh yea

19. met someone who changed you: YES

20. found out who your true friends are: yeah!

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: nooooooooooooooope

general stuff

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: idk like probably actually 80% but they’re not people i talk to now ? (kat still yells at me abt my answer last time)

23. do you have any pets: I GOT TWO CATS TOM TOM AND MYSTERY THEY ARE ADORABLE BEANS ND I LIKE TO BRAG ABT THEM SO ASK ME FOR PICS

24. do you want to change your name: i like my name a lot tbh (there’s so many endless nickname possibilities honestly)

25. what did you do for your last birthday: i got gelato w two of my closest frandssss and also listened to nct dream like the whole day it was the best

26. what time did you wake up: um m m i think 9? yesterday i went to bed at 3:30 and woke up at 7:30 so i slept in more today lol

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: trying to read a soonhoon fic from eep and messaging ivy:D

28. name something you cannot wait for: uM IDK EVERYTHING I WAS WAITING FOR ALREADY HAPPENED i guess just moving back to school and starting classes??? i’m so anxious ugh

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: 4 ? hours ago ?

30. what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: um idk i think i’m pretty blessed to be completely honest

31. what are you listening to right now: there’s construction going on in the distance idk what they’re doing but it is LOUD

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: i’m so shook people haven’t talked to any toms i’ve met so many i don’t undeRSTAND

33. something that is getting on your nerves: ignorance *finger guns*

34. most visited website: tumblr (i haven’t been on youtube much lately cry)

35. elementary school: yeahhh

36. high school: yeahhh

37. college: yeahhh

38. hair color: blonde 

39. long or short hair: it’s so long rn i’m constantly choking on it

40. do you have a crush on someone: crushes are for noobs

41. what do you like about yourself: “everything, love yourself.” -kat

42. piercings: ears but i never wear them

43. blood type: idk my parents are both AB so my mom says we’re that too but mom that’s not how genetics work

44. nickname: i have so many but my most common one is mir~ i answer to anything tho

45. relationship status: engaged to jeon wonwoo

46. zodiac sign: cancer~

47. pronouns: she/her

48. favorite tv show: game of thrones or below deck (watch it it’s a reality show abt a yacht crew it’s so entertaining) 

49. tattoos: nope i’m too indecisive

50. righty or lefty: right

first…

51. surgery: i had surgery junior year of high school

52. piercing: did they not already ask this oh jk this is first well i still only have ears

53. best friend: in the womb bitchhh (-8 months would be the official age)

54. sport: i think karate ? my dad is super sporty tho so sister and i tried every sport known to man

55. vacation: probably washington bc i have a lot of family there

56. pair of sneakers: literally who knows this tho

right now…

57. eating: nothing

58. drinking: now i’m drinking tea

59. i’m about to: eat a bagel maybe

60. listening to: good luck by aoa (yessss my girls)

61. waiting for: jordyn to get off work so i can see her new dorm:D

62. do you want kids: i always have

63. do you want to get married: i don’t really know marriage seems so outdated…

64: what career do you want: journalist (yay)

which is better…

65. hugs or kisses: hugs!

66. lips or eyes: eyes!

67. shorter or taller: i don’t have much preference but i’m tall and i like being tall

68. older or younger: i don’t really care bc some older people are really immature and some younger people are really mature so~

70. nice arms or nice stomach: i really really don’t care

71. sensitive or loud: these honestly aren’t even antonyms

72. hook up or relationship: relationship

73. troublemaker or hesitant: i’ve never been a troublemaker so ?

have you ever…

74. kissed a stranger: nooo

75. drank hard liquor: neh ?

76. lost glasses/lenses: i have above average vision boiiiii

77. turned someone down: i mean;;;; i think most people have at least indirectly

78. had sex on the first date: nooo

79. broken someone’s heart: i really doubt it lol

80. had your heart broken: jeon wonwoo breaks my heart daily

81. been arrested: nooo

82. cried when someone died: yeahh

83. fallen for a friend: no

do you believe in…

84. yourself: YEAH I GOT THIS! YOU GOT THIS! WE ALL GOT THIS!

85. miracles: maybe ?

86. love at first sight: not even a little bit

87. santa claus:

LOOK AT SOONYOUNG I’M LAUGHING

88. kiss on the first date: i mean i don’t see why not

89. angels: maybe ?

other…

90. current best friends name: sister n em n kat n cass n jords n val :3

91. eye color: grey ish

92. favorite movie: the proposal was my favorite movie for so long;;; i liked moonlight a lot too go see it

random questions

dude i fucking forgot abt this one i thought i was done fuck (why is this font so tiny)

relationship status: single for 19 years bishhhhhhhh favorite color: grey!! but i’ve been feelin orange lately hmmmm lipstick or chapstick: i like tinted lip balm:) but i even use vaseline sometimes try it okay it makes yo lips so soft last song you listened to: well i already said so i’ll do what’s stuck in my head rn: coffee by bts (it’s so good i get such calming vibes from it) last movie you watched: BABY DRIVER it was so ffffff good 100/10 would rec~ the car chases were so cool dude also ansel elgort is such a cutie top 3 characters: i’ll as april ludgate from parks n rec (are you happy jords), celaena from throne of glass, ndddd risa koizumi from lovcom:) top 3 ships: jejun ! soonwoo ! MARKHYUCK(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ books you are currently reading: rnnnn i’m STILL reading heir of fire (don’t worry cass i will finish it in time) top 5 musicals: mulan is endlessly iconic okay, hsm, phantom of the opera, the sound of music nd mama mia !

eight things

last movie watched: baby driver hoo hoo last song listened to: me gustas tu bitchhhhh last book read: Crown of Midnight still oops sorry cass i’m so damn slow these days  last thing eaten: fig newtons (buy newton by monsta x on itunes) if you could be anywhere right now, where would you be: wherever @atshinee​ is because i want to support her for her test but i know i would probably just distract her:(((((( a fictional character you would hang out with for the day: probably dorian from throne of glass bc he just seems like such a lovable dork i want to give him a big ole hug he needs it  what fictional world/universe would you want to spend a week in: i used to be obsessed w the series Gregor the Overlander as a kid and i’d really want to spend a day there that would be so awesome esp the one where they travel through the one rainforest jungle… but also Harry Potter bc i rlly want to go to hogwarts and just;;; look around? it’s so pretty and i want to see all the paintings and staircases and the people it’d be great last video game played: i’ve never rlly played video games… i used to play the sims does that count rip

well it’s finally frickin done i doubt anyone bared w me for this trainwreck…….. i’m so tired now will i even do more of these today jk i gotta i am so behind but no selfie tags i look trash