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simonfarnabyslegs · 3 years ago

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please tell us about your ghosts ocs!!

!!!!! so i have a uquiz i made a few weeks back that includes some of them, but the summaries at the end aren't completely detailed. i may update it to include the others.

i thought i had ten, but i actually only have 9 in all. they are:

marcus

period: roman

age: 40s

occupation: military guard

cause of death: stabbed by an intruder

summary: he's basically an ancient roman himbo. he's not very smart and was way too nice for his job. at button house, he spends most of his time outside or on one of the lower floors, but sometimes ventures upstairs to spend time with the other ghosts. the captain may or may not have a crush on him, kitty definitely has a crush on him, and mary Does Not Understand why, and makes sure to voice this opinion often.

outfit/appearance: dressed in a roman soldier's uniform with a stab wound at his neck near his collarbone.

face claim: either simon or jim. i keep flipflopping back and forth for various comedic reasons.

ingrid

period: viking age

age: 30s

occupation: farmer, previously a warrior

cause of death: poisoned by a neighbour over a land dispute

summary: ingrid is fairly intimidating as a result of her tall stature and slightly grumpy personality. her husband arne haunted button house alongside her for a while but moved on sometime during kitty's childhood. since then, she has been somewhat reclusive, keeping to herself and only leaving her room to venture out into the woods near the house on certain nights (mary suspects it's for some witchy ritual or other, but really she's just going to visit the places where she and her husband and children were buried). despite her reclusiveness, she is good friends with humphrey and she likes to play games and sing songs with jemima sometimes. julian once tried to flirt with her and she gave him such a look that he's still terrified of her to this day.

outfit/appearance: ingrid wears a long, brown dress with a golden yellow pattern embroidered down the front and at the hem of her sleeves. she wears black eye makeup and her hair is long and hangs loose, with a few small braids throughout, tied off at the ends with little glass and metal beads. she wears several bracelets and rings. she shows no outward signs of her death except for a bloody splatter on the inside of her left elbow.

face claim: ragga ragnars

arne

period: viking age

age: 30s

occupation: farmer

cause of death: poisoned by a neighbour over a land dispute

summary: ingrid's husband who died at the same time as her and who haunted button house for a few hundred years before moving on some time during kitty's childhood. none of the later ghosts know much about him other than that robin thought he was funny and his moving on is what caused ingrid to separate herself from the rest of the ghosts.

appearance: i haven't really decided yet since in the stuff i'm writing, he's only ever mentioned briefly by robin and mary and has never actually made an appearance. maybe some blood in his beard or on his shirt, like with ingrid.

face claim: again, haven't decided.

virginia, or "ginny"

period: early stuart

age: 40s

occupation: noblewoman

cause of death: smothered in her sleep with a pillow

summary: ginny is humphrey's niece who inherited the house after his death. she never knew him in life and thought poorly of him because of the supposed circumstances of his death. when she met him shortly after her death, she still didn't like him, but eventually decided he wasn't as bad as she thought he would be and is friends with him now. she likes listening to his stories while they sit or go for walks in the garden. fanny suspects ginny's husband was the one who killed her, but robin, who was downstairs when it happened, says he saw one of the maids going upstairs after everyone else had gone to bed and then coming back down a short while later.

appearance: she died while she was asleep, so she wears a long, white smock or nightgown and her hair hangs loose and is not styled.

face claim: alice lowe

peter

period: late victorian

age: 40s

occupation: groom and horse trainer

cause of death: dragged and trampled by a spooked horse

summary: peter worked at the house during george's youth and the early years of his marriage to fanny. he was killed sometime in the 1890s when one of the stable boys purposefully spooked a horse he was exercising. he and fanny knew each other distantly in life as they had several years in common at the house, but they were never really close in life as she was the wife of his employer. peter is irish and working class, so he and fanny don't really have very much in common at all, but they do get along fairly well as ghosts (though not as well as fanny and the captain).

appearance/outfit: a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, a black waistcoat, and black-and-grey plaid pants, dirty from being dragged through the horses' exercise track.

face claim: andrew scott

lizzie

period: 1920s

age: 20s

occupation: maid

cause of death: tripped going down the stairs to the basement

summary: lizzie was a maid who worked at the house in the 1920s. one evening, near the end of her shift, she was going down to the basement to retrieve some clean sheets from the laundry room when she tripped and fell, hitting her head. the plague ghosts were the first to welcome her, and while she was frightened at first and they backed off, a couple of them decided to stay with her and try to help her understand what had happened. she still didn't believe it, even when another maid came downstairs and discovered her body and she watched as it was taken away. she only ventured upstairs a few times over the next couple of decades while the people she knew and worked with were still in the house because it made her sad to see them, but eventually made her way upstairs to stay. she was friends with mary and annie (until annie got sucked off).

appearance/outfit: medium height, straight reddish hair tied back in a bun, black maid's dress.

face claim: saoirse ronan

ron

period: 1930s

age: 30s

occupation: musician

cause of death: electrocution

summary: ron was the cousin of the wife of the lord who owned the house. he was also a musician and was invited to provide entertainment at a party hosted at the house. however, he was electrocuted while helping set up some of the sound equipment (which may or may not be robin's fault). thomas does not like him and views him as a threat, but ron couldn't care less because most of thomas's concerns are unwarranted. ron still writes songs sometimes and tries to teach them to alison for her to write down for him and/or sell them to make money for the house, and he's very good, but due to her lack of musical ability and understanding, it never seems to work. alison downloaded some music composing software onto her laptop for julian to work with him on it, but julian is even worse at music, and because julian can only work slowly, it takes ages and they end up arguing a lot.

appearance/oufit: tall and thin with dark hair that was once neatly combed but now, due to his electrocution, has a habit of standing up no matter how much he tries to smooth it down. he wears a maroon sweater vest over a white button down and black slacks.

face claim: dev patel

johnny

period: late 1960s

age: 50s

occupation: unemployed writer and amateur musician

cause of death: drugged and beaten by some men at a party

summary: johnny is very friendly and laid-back. his main fault is that he is much too trusting and hardly ever suspects anyone of doing anything wrong, which he comes to realise is what probably got him killed. the other ghosts don't always keep him in the loop about what's going on in the house, so he often gets left out of activities and spends a lot of time alone or with humphrey (if he can manage to stumble upon him). he's scared of the plague ghosts because they were the first thing he saw when he "woke up," and much like alison, he thought they were zombies or a drug-induced hallucination. sometimes gets up to Shenanigans(tm) with robin and/or julian.

appearance/outfit: he is a shorter, heavy-set man with dark greying hair. he wears a multicolour striped cardigan over a white shirt and jeans, and his clothes are somewhat dirty from the altercation which led to his death.

face claim: michael sheen

jessica

period: 2000s

age: 17

occupation: none

cause of death: undetermined

summary: jessica is a teenager who died in 2004 at a sleepover. she loves music and dancing, so of course she and kitty are great friends. she has a small crush on thomas. i haven't really thought much about her cause of death; i just think it would be interesting to see a ghost from the 2000s because you never really hear about that sort of thing.

appearance/outfit: bright pink pajamas with purple polka dots, blue fuzzy slippers, and messy looking bun pigtails.

face claim: saoirse-monica jackson

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samstree · 4 years ago

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You are too well tangled in my soul (2/4)

Inspired by The Time-Traveler's Wife.

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier

Geralt is a time-traveler, and Jaskier falls in love in a slightly misplaced order.

Warnings: referenced child abuse and mentions of chronic pain

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Calling the Witcher ‘old friend’ at the tavern was probably a mistake. The Geralt walking in front of Jaskier looks exactly the same as he remembers: golden eyes and rugged jawline. And yet, this is the furthest Jaskier has ever felt from him ever since the first sunset at the lake.

There is no warmth to greet him, no knowing smile or softness, only indifference that bleeds into annoyance. The gut-punch is as loud a declaration as it gets. This Geralt is the youngest Jaskier has ever seen him, hardened with weary travels and open night skies, and yet seasoned enough to have settled into distrust and isolation.

As they trudge through Dol Blathanna, the notebook filled with their encounters sits in Jaskier’s pocket, every date recorded with the utmost carefulness, burning a hole onto his mind. How does he explain it? How does he explain that he’s been friends with the Witcher for eight years while he only glares at Jaskier with derision? No, that is too unfair.

Besides, even if he dumps it all out, Geralt is unlikely to just…transform into the person in Jaskier’s memory. This Witcher is not the ever-present friend of Jaskier’s childhood, not yet. He knows better than most that you can’t force people into becoming someone they are not.

Jaskier leaves the notebook at the bottom of his pack.

At the edge of the world, he witnesses the heartbreaks of an elf king. The second-hand stories he knows by heart now pale in comparison. A taste of the real world, of the real pain humans have been ignoring is all it takes for Jaskier to be sure of his path. He is a storyteller. Destiny has decided that when it brought the amber eyes into his life at the age of eleven, so he tells the story. He writes the song.

Jaskier starts following Geralt.

They settle into a routine: monsters, songs, and nothing more. There are no mythical powers that can bring his best friend to him anymore, only the newly acquainted Wolf Witcher who now tolerates him with glowers.

It shouldn’t sting when Jaskier sings their adventures at taverns and Geralt only grunts as feedback. It shouldn’t sting when his chatter is only answered with silence or an absent-minded hum. It shouldn’t sting when Geralt flinches upon hearing Jaskier refer to him as friend while begging to see the hunt himself.

“We are not friends, Jaskier.”

It shouldn’t because it is where their story begins, properly this time. And yet it does.

Seasons pass. Jaskier cannot stop searching for recognition in those amber eyes. Nothing comes up. Still, he searches.

Geralt notices.

Of course. As subtle as Jaskier would like to believe he is, his companion is too perceptive. We can tell by the heartbeat when someone is lying or hiding something. He learned this long ago by the lakeside, when Geralt indulged his curiosity by debunking all the Witcher myths. No, Julian. We cannot read minds.

His excitement that day reflected in the Witcher’s eyes that were amused by a child’s wonderment.

Can he tell what Jaskier is hiding now?

Jaskier stares long at his form on Roach when a throw-away comment from the Witcher brings him right back to the lake, all the words stuck at his throat.

“You’ve been quiet, bard.”

“What? Miss my lovely voice?”

“Glad for the silence.” Geralt drops it, but his gaze lingers for a moment.

At night, Jaskier helps the Witcher remove his armours, a newly formed habit as their travels settle into a familiar rhythm. His fingers untie the complicated knots. Geralt’s breaths brush by his ear.

A warm hand comes up to steady Jaskier by the elbow, the thumb drawing small circles on his chemise. It’s a comfort that he has received so many times before, a reassurance that he can trace by heart. And yet, Geralt is unaware.

Jaskier’s breath hitches in his chest, his heartbeat suddenly rabbiting.

“Alright?”

He cannot acknowledge the concern, scared that more will be revealed. Muttering something about being late, he fumbles away to his bedroll and burrows deep. As the churning in his mind subsides, Jaskier falls asleep hoping that it never comes up again.

It comes up again.

They sit by the glowing campfire, Geralt having just returned from a hunt in the forest. Despite the Witcher’s reluctance, Jaskier nudges him to spill the details and takes them down for new songs. The scratching of his quill fills Geralt’s contemplative pauses.

“This is all very good, Geralt. It’d make a great song. But what was the wyvern like? Come on, help me paint the picture.”

“It was…big, and green.”

Jaskier chuckles, his quill hovering mid-air. So many times before has Geralt only described a monster as ‘big’ or ‘fast’, even the older, more mature Witcher he met in his teenage years sometimes struggled with more adjectives. Being the curious child he was, Jaskier pestered incessantly for more during their short encounters. At night, he would lie in bed, playing out the scene in his head, clashes of magic and steel lulling him into sleep. Now, almost a decade later, he sits in the exact same spot in front of the Witcher, desperate to learn anything from a quest, just to be stunted by Geralt’s inability to form words.

“Some things never change.”

Jaskier smiles to himself and continues to fill in the blanks with more theatrical touches. A song does not become the greatest hit on the Continent just with plain facts and verbs. Chewing on the quill, he barely notices that Geralt’s posture has stiffened.

“Why do you say that?”

“What?” Still distracted with composing a melody for the words, Jaskier looks up at Geralt, whose expression now full of alert.

“What never changes?”

“Um…Just you?” Jaskier stammers, “Stingy on the details, as usual.”

“It’s not just today.” Geralt scowls and stands, pacing around camp irritated. “You talk as if… as if you know me a great deal, Jaskier. You look at me as if you see an old friend. You were familiar with me from the very first day. You didn’t run away in fear like so many others.”

Oh well, subtlety is not exactly Jaskier’s forte.

“You know me,” He tries to gloss it over. “the ever so friendly bard.”

Geralt considers him skeptically. Under the intense scrutiny, Jaskier swallows a lump in his throat. The Witcher finally relents.

“Whatever you see in me, bard,” Geralt lets out a resigned sigh, “it’s not there. So stop looking.”

It’s too late for that, Jaskier thinks. Or too early.

“I mean, why can’t I just tell you everything?”

Geralt walks beside Jaskier, his hair in a simple pony. A long scar runs down his left eye, barely missing it.

That one’s new.

It’s so jarring that Jaskier cannot stop staring at it from time to time. Added with the well-trimmed beard, framing his rugged face, Jaskier is almost looking at someone else. Witchers don’t age like the rest of them do, but the years are clearly showing on Geralt’s face, giving him more gravitas. The White Wolf, indeed.

He has a slight limp in one of his legs, also something new. The breastplate of his armour is worn and beat after what looks like decades of use.

A strange sight. Jaskier has only witnessed the man’s younger counterpart buy the same plate a week ago at a market in Cidaris, brand new and shiny. It was right before Jaskier decided to stay and perform at the local court and Geralt traveled on by himself.

The small garden behind the main hall is where he has found the older Witcher, who embraced Jaskier immediately without a beat. It is when Jaskier breathes in the familiar pine and leather that he realizes how much he’s missed his old friend, even though he’s been traveling with the same person for the past year.

Keeping the secret has taken a toll on Jaskier, as he only notices now that he is completely relaxed. He desperately wishes to unload it.

“You are going to know anyway. When you inevitably end up in Lettenhove, pimpled teenage me in front of you.”

“Jask,” The endearment comes out of the older Witcher so naturally, his voice deep and rich as wine. “You have seen me in my younger days. I was quite…let’s say, untrusting. I was determined to be alone. Telling me that destiny has bound me to a bard with no self-preservation instincts would only send me running away screaming.”

Jaskier teases, “Now that’s something I’d like to see. The mighty Witcher running and screaming because of a bard.”

“Hmm,” Geralt smiles in return, “There are things that we have to experience for ourselves. Just wait a bit longer. I’m unlikely to be pulled away when we are together. It’ll have to be when we part ways. As I said, it’s like a homing beacon.”

An anchor.

“And now, you are only here when Geralt is gone. I mean, you. The younger you.” Jaskier muses, “Destiny has a way of keeping you from running into yourself. Hah! Probably a good idea. Imagine the brooding doubled.”

Geralt stays oddly silent and guides them both to sit on one of the benches, his knee stiff and slow to bend. It slipped Jaskier’s notice that now there is a sheen of sweat on Geralt’s forehead, his brows furrowing in pain. He starts rubbing at the knee with a wince, breathing through the discomfort. His right elbow also creaks like an old ship, followed by a pained gasp.

With the fast healing, it must be a particularly bad injury for it to affect Geralt this much. Jaskier rubs his hands together to warm them up and places them on the Witcher’s elbow, slowly massaging it to ease out the tension. He’s quite unsure of his touches but judging from Geralt’s gradually relaxing posture, it is working nonetheless.

“What kind of beast hurt you like this? Can I warn you when the day comes?” Jaskier’s worry clenches in his chest. After a moment, Geralt places his larger hand on top of Jaskier’s, an unvoiced thanks. So Jaskier lets go.

They are sitting too closely together. Jaskier can see the tiny scars on Geralt’s face, thin lines that disappear into the thick beard. Leather and pine, the most reassuring scents in the world, overwhelm his senses and draw him closer.

“I wish we could take away all the hurt that will happen.” Geralt says with regret, “But no, Jask, I’d rather not. Some things need to happen for us both to be here today. Not to mentions many others.”

“I can just warn you about this one thing.”

Geralt’s gaze meets Jaskier’s, the long scar prominent. “Some things are too important to risk. I now have people who are dear to me. They – they’ve all come a long way. I wouldn’t change it for the world if it means they are safe. Even if I have to go through this.” He rubs at his knee again.

The wight behind the words settles in Jaskier’s chest.

The Geralt he has been traveling with is so determined on isolation and detachment, rejecting even simple friendship. He cares, in his own silent, brooding way. Jaskier sees it when he refuses payment from people who are struggling to make ends meet. He sees it when he buys Jaskier new boots when a pair has worn out. And He sees it when Roach’s coat is always kept pristine when the Witcher cannot afford new clothing for himself.

But the man in front of Jaskier speaks of people in his life with love and openness, all his rough edges softened and smoothed. Whatever happened in the years in between, Jaskier is eager to learn.

“You are a self-sacrificing idiot as usual.” He jokes.

The adoration in Jaskier’s heart unfurls into something more, something he does not dare to name. The same something, he realizes, is the gravity behind Geralt’s golden eyes that he’s been unable to name.

Jaskier is twenty-four when Geralt finds out.

He has just spent a winter at Oxenfurt after being offered a teaching post while Geralt returned to Kaer Morhen as usual. The job is exciting and the students cannot be more pleasant. Adding the occasional visits from Essi and Shani, Jaskier doesn’t have many complaints.

And if he lingers too long in the greenhouse, standing wishfully for something to happen, that’s no one else’s business.

Usually Jaskier waits until the ground begins to thaw before departing for Kaedwen, where he will continue to roam and perform in major cities and possibly run into Geralt. Their shared journeys are never planned and they never agreed upon any meeting places, but somehow the bard can always find the Witcher in the springtime, so that they may resume their on-and-off travels.

This spring, however, an unexpected cold spell hits Oxenfurt after buds have sprouted from bald branches. A blanket of snow covers the cobblestone streets overnight, driving students and staff alike indoors with sniffles and shudders.

Jaskier is intending to retreat into his bedroom with a cup of steaming ginger tea, when he hears of two professors talking about the famous White Wolf being stopped at the city gate. Perplexed, he puts on a heavy coat and walks across town, blowing at his frozen fingers to desperately warm them up.

Geralt never seeks him out when the season turns, despite Jaskier’s attempt at hinting at his wintering plans multiple times every fall. If the Witcher is here this early in the spring, he must have left the Blue Mountains when the howling wind of winter was still raging. Traveling across the continent in the cold cannot be easy even for the Witcher, especially when contracts are still scarce.

Jaskier’s boots crunch the snow beneath them, his vision filled with the clear, grey sky and snowflakes scatted in the air. Outside the city gate, a tall, cloaked figure is being told off by a guard. A chestnut mare waits loyally in the distance.

Geralt is right there, snowflakes peppering his dark cloak. His complexion is sour as ever.

Gods, Jaskier has missed him.

“Geralt! What brings you here?” Jaskier shouts to get his attention and jogs on the slippery road to embrace the Witcher. The hug is brief and impersonal, and when he steps back the misery is still present.

“Aren’t you happy to see your best friend? After all, you’re the one who traveled in this sodding weather just to see me.”

Jaskier expects a rebuttal of the claim ‘best friend’, but it never comes. The Witcher’s comprehension is mixed with travel-weary, souring him even further.

“I have something of great importance to discuss with you, Jaskier.” Geralt gestures to the guard. “But this man won’t let me into the city.”

Jaskier turns to the guard and explains that the Witcher is an esteemed guest of the university, before they are both let in with Roach in tow.

The walk to Jaskier’s lodging is silent with a tension in the air. The Witcher looks tired, disheveled from the wind and cold. Jaskier will warm them both up with a fire and ginger tea then.

“So,” Jaskier tries to make conversation, “Before we discuss the thing of ‘great importance’, how was Kaer Morhen? You know, the mythical Witcher keep nobody knows anything about.”

“It was…fine.”

“Masterful conversationalist as ever.” Jaskier takes in the curt response and fills the silence with stories of his winter at the university. He chuckles at the funny bits himself when Geralt seems deep in thoughts the entire time.

Once they have put Roach in the university’s stable and entered Jaskier’s warm bedroom, the tension can be cut by a knife. An inexplicable nervousness bobbles up in Jaskier’s throat as Geralt puts down his pack by the door and begins to speak.

“Jaskier –”

“Before you say anything,” he interrupts, pulling out a bottle of wine and two glasses. It seems that ginger tea might not be enough to get him through this conversation. “We should warm up a little. Can you believe the weather!”

He puts one glass on the table near Geralt and downs the other in one go.

“Jaskier,” Geralt reasserts himself, the golden eyes determined. “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve met me before?”

Jaskier studies his glass as if it is the most interesting thing in the world. The Witcher continues.

“There was a lake, in the woods. You were young, and you…you greeted me by name. You knew me.” Geralt’s brows scrunch up in confusion. “You knew me before we met.”

“Um…yes?” Jaskier grimaces.

“Why haven’t you told me before? Damn it, Jaskier. You knew this whole time that I –”

“That you can magically time travel to my childhood?” Jaskier puts down his empty glass next to Geralt’s untouched one. “What was I supposed to say back then, Geralt? ‘Hello, you don’t know me but I know everything about you. And that includes your secret power because I’ve met you twenty times before –’”

“Twenty times?”

“Well I haven’t counted in a while so I could be off.”

Geralt sighs, palming his face. They both look away. The weighted silence in the room is only interrupted by the occasional crackling in the fireplace.

“Twenty times.” Geralt mutters to himself. “How – why?”

Jaskier tries, “You told me yourself. Your powers have this…pull. It’s like –”

“Gravity.”

“It pulls you to certain places or certain people.” Jaskier vaguely gestures around himself.

Realization dawns on Geralt’s face.

“That’s why you followed me. That’s why you weren’t scared of me, why you look at me…” He trails off. “Because destiny already forced me into your life.”

Geralt’s features morph into a stoic resignation, something Jaskier is too familiar with. It’s what Geralt looks like when someone chases him out of an inn or throws things at him, or when mothers yell at their children to get away from him.

No. Jaskier won’t allow it now.

“No,” His voice is desperate, “It was because you were my best friend. You are my best friend. You were there for me by the lake when no one else was. I followed you because you are kind and brave –”

“Because destiny already decided for you.”

“No –”

“Gods, Jaskier. You were so young. You shouldn’t be bound to me by something I cannot even control.”

Jaskier takes in a shuddering breath. “It’s too late for that.”

He doesn’t know how to convince Geralt, who looks so guilty through Jaskier’s blurred vision. He feels weak and hollow.

The conversation continues but Jaskier pays no attention. Geralt says something about traveling separately for a while and begins to leave. Golden eyes meet Jaskier one last time before the door clicks shut.

Running away while screaming indeed.

Sagging into a chair, Jaskier remembers the worn-out notebook sitting on the shelf, untouched.

Once again, Jaskier is left alone, his best friend disappearing right in front of his eyes.

Jaskier tries to find Geralt but always falls a step behind.

He travels and plays, pleasing tavern audiences so he may get a place to sleep. He asks about the white-haired Witcher everywhere he goes, hoping he can catch up with him just like so many other times. But the Witcher is gone whenever Jaskier sets foot into a town, as if sensing his presence.

“Isn’t that your Witcher? The one from your songs?”

Jaskier tries not to wince.

“He was here days ago, but I heard he left for Novigrad.” The innkeeper says in confusion, “Why aren’t you with him?”

Putting on a bright smile, Jaskier answers, “Even the most talented artist cannot stay with his muse at all times. Lest the creativity runs dry too soon.”

He sets out for Novigrad, but never reaches it.

Jaskier does not see the bandits coming, nor is he capable of fending off all five of them. The dagger he hides in his boot and the sword fighting lessons that tutors once forced upon him can only do so much against these fully armed men.

After stabbing one of them in the shoulder, causing the man to yell and cuss, Jaskier is knocked out from behind.

Jaskier wakes up flung across the back of a dark horse. The pain at the back of his head throbs with every step it takes, the moving ground makes bile rise in his throat. The men talk about ransom from the Count de Lettenhove for his only son.

Oh, dear.

There is no way to tell how they learned, since Jaskier is gagged and tied to a tree when they set camp. He doubts his kidnappers are willing to indulge his curiosity anyway. A growl comes from his stomach. The fire and roasted dinner warm in the distance but clearly these men are not the sharing type.

Frustrated, Jaskier dozes off as night falls, listening to their constant chatter about how to spend the ransom. Too bad for them, Jaskier thinks half-asleep, they are not getting any money. Father will probably thank them for stopping the family embarrassment from tarnishing the Pankratz name any further.

Jaskier wakes up again, to the sound of yelling and weapons clash.

Bodies are flung across the campsite; his captors scream in pain and scatter. The startles horses gallop away with some of them on top. A flash of black and silver moves with an elegance that can inspire songs after songs.

A hand comes to remove the gag in Jaskier’s mouth and continues to undo the ropes around his wrists. Concern sparks in the gold, the softness overlapping with Jaskier’s distant memories. He should greet an old friend, or it’ll seem rude –

“Julian,” Geralt says, “That’s a terrible name for you.”

Jaskier blinks. Now Geralt is reaching to untie the knot behind Jaskier, their breaths only inches away. No scar. These are the same eyes that left him in Oxenfurt months ago, with the click of a door.

Not an old friend, then.

“That’s why I changed it.” The rope burns on Jaskier’s wrists sting when he tries to flex them. He states the obvious, “I see my Witcher in shining armor has come back to save me, again.”

“It’s like you are looking for trouble, bard.”

“Not like it was my fault.” Well, only a little bit his fault.

“Hmm.”

“I was looking for you.”

“I know.”

Of course, he was avoiding Jaskier on purpose.

“Why did you have a change of heart then? Missed my charming personalities?” Jaskier intends a joke, but the old name reminds him. “Wait. You were at the lake again?”

Geralt hums as Jaskier gets up to rummage through what his kidnappers left. Thank the gods they thought his lute and bags might be worth something and didn’t chuck them in a ditch.

Neither the lute case nor the instrument inside received much damage, to Jaskier’s relief. He should check for his bags as well –

“You kept asking when I would be back.”

Jaskier pauses. “And you couldn’t answer.”

“You asked me not to leave. You cried.”

Yes, he desperately grasped for any semblance of certainty as a child, and when he couldn’t get it young Julian spiraled into a panic, begging the Witcher not to leave. He remembers trying to hold back the tears but it came out with snot and hiccups. The embarrassment is still fresh after a decade.

“Well, there’s no need to remind me.”

“No, I –” Geralt struggles with words, “You said you kept records for me. I don’t want to disappoint you again, if I go back there. When I go back.”

The leather-bound notebook is still sitting at the bottom of Jaskier’s bag. He can feel the shape of it through the fabric. It is what Geralt came back for, just so he can have an answer for that child, so he will not disappoint him next time.

“That’s sweet.”

“Jaskier. I would never choose to entangle your life with mine, a Witcher’s. It’s –” Geralt breathes, “You were so young.”

So he said, months ago. Jaskier digs into the bag and retrieves the notebook, walks up to Geralt, and presses it on his chest. Geralt catches it, his gaze never leaving Jaskier’s.

“I wrote down the dates after each of your visits. All you need should be in there.” Jaskier suddenly notices how tired and hungry he is, the headache flaring up once he’s upright. He sways as a clink of metal hits the ground and Geralt’s strong hand steadies him at the elbow. “Oh, thanks.”

Geralt only hums, but his amber eyes keep studying Jaskier.

“You said you didn’t want me bound to your life.” Jaskier tries again, “But Geralt, you were the best part of my childhood. You were the reason I could leave that wretched place. You were the only person who saw me when no one paid any attention. I – I cannot imagine my life if you weren’t in it, if you hadn’t shown up by that lake in Lettenhove. So please…don’t turn away from me.”

He’s begging again, just like ten years ago. He’s begging for the little boy waiting by the water. He’s begging for himself now. It doesn’t matter that it’s embarrassing because after a beat, Geralt nods.

“Okay.”

“What?”

“I said okay,” Geralt’s expression sags with softness. “I – You were so excited to see me. You asked about my hunts. And Jaskier, you were so unhappy in your own home, but my stories – There was a spark in your eyes when you listened to them.”

Jaskier’s breath hitches. He looks into the sunlight gold boring into his with warmth.

“Does that mean you’ll stop running from me?”

“I would never want to snuff it out. That spark.” Geralt sounds apologetic, “I see now that you decided this life by yourself. Travelling and adventures. They suit you well, Jaskier. So yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Because there is a boy in Lettenhove, and he really, really looks forward to seeing you. In fact, he is counting the days right now, for your next return.”

Geralt chuckles, “That’s not how this works.”

“You know what I mean.”

Jaskier grins in return, patting the Witcher on the arm. Geralt looks at the notebook in his hand and says solemnly, “I won’t disappoint him again.”

The door of their shared inn room creaks open and it sounds like a bag of coin is dropped on the table.

“Ah. I see you collected payment for the Griffin.” Jaskier looks up from the music sheets spread out on the bed.

“I was at the lake with you.”

Jaskier feels a big grin spread across his face.

“You made me tell you about the hunt.” Geralt says.

“Yes, I remember. And I composed my very first Witcher song two days later. Well, only in my head and it lacked a bit polish, but you know, I was eleven.”

“Does that mean I’m spared now?”

“Yes, my dear. You may be spared of recounting your mighty battles for now. I still remember it quite vividly. Did you tell me you bit feathers off its wing and choked?”

“Fuck off, bard.”

Jaskier chuckles and gets back to his composing. It might be time to revisit an old song yet.

“I was at the lake with you.”

“When?”

“Last month, when we were apart.”

“No, when for me?”

Geralt looks down at Jaskier, who is lying in the meadow of wildflowers next to the Witcher’s crossed legs, trying and failing to braid a flower crown of dandelions. The afternoon heat is relentless, drenching them both in sweat before they have to take a break.

Tall shrubs cast down a cool shade where they are sitting, shielding away the scorch. Roach is nibbling at some flowers in the distance, the same flowers that Jaskier cannot seem to bend into shape without crushing.

“You were…older.” Geralt says after considering, “You braided flowers into my hair.”

“Oh yeah. That day. Can I do it now?”

“You are not a child anymore.”

“No, but this is not working.” Jaskier throws away the dandelions that are now in pieces, pouting. He lies back on the grass, inhaling the fresh smell of grass and letting the breeze cool him down a little. Above him, Geralt looks refreshed after a short meditation.

“You were getting restless. In your own home, about your own future. You kept asking me if you were going to leave Lettenhove.”

“And you distracted me by letting me braid your hair. I totally forgot about pestering you for the rest of the day.”

“It worked.”

“Hmm.” Jaskier is almost impressed.

Geralt pauses for a moment. “You were so unhappy, Jaskier. You couldn’t see a future for yourself.”

“Well, that’s why I left. It’s all fine now. I’m living my best life with my favorite time traveler. Don’t worry, dear.” With his forearm placed on his eyes, Jaskier is completely relaxed.

“Should I have told you, just so you had an idea?”

Sometimes Jaskier still thinks about his childhood in Lettenhove, how miserable he was under all the expectations that he was never going to meet. No, he couldn’t see a future for himself as the Viscount, neither did his father, as the falling of canes and sticks proved. Sometimes Jaskier still wakes up from nightmares rehashing those beatings.

Would it have been better if his younger self had known what the future had in store?

“No,” He says, “Don’t tell me anything. What I went through put me here. It made me what I am. Telling me the future might change things, and I would never take that risk.”

“Hmm.” Geralt sounds apprehensive. “I’ll have to keep you in the dark.”

Sitting up, Jaskier places a hand on Geralt’s knee, the one that’s going to retain an injury that doesn’t heal well, the one that’s going to creak and spasm on a rainy day. Geralt from the future is willing to endure the hurt just to make sure everything goes right, young Julian will have to as well.

“I wish there’s another way. Believe me, I do. But…it’s too much at risk.” He squeezes, hoping it’s reassuring. “I know you don’t like this, Geralt. But time is too tricky, you can’t tell me anything about my future. That’s the rule.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“It might be the first rule anyone’s had about time travels.”

“Right,” Jaskier smiles tightly, “The very first one.”

They go back to cooling off in a companionable silence before moving on again. Geralt rides on Roach’s back while Jaskier strums his lute on the ground, playing a song in Elder absent-mindedly.

For what it is worth, Jaskier’s past is already too well tangled with this beautiful Witcher in front of him. There is no changing his fate now.

A comforting weight unfurls in his heart whenever Geralt is near, regardless of which version of him it is. It unfurls even further with each step they take together over the years. In the blazing afternoon sun, it blooms into something else.

Oh.

He loves him.

He loves him with all he is, was, and ever will be.

No matter. Their days ahead will be just as entwined as the past.

Jaskier strums his lute again, the song turns into something bawdy. The amber looks back at him with mirth and a mirrored smile.

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jaskierswolf · 4 years ago

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The Witcher’s Companion pt.2/6

(Other parts are on my pinned masterlist/AO3)

Geralt hadn’t been paying much attention to where he was going. He’d just been following the path, his last contract had paid well and if he was lucky then he would even managed to stop by the whore house next time he reached a town. It wasn’t until he heard someone shouting his name that he even realised where he was.

Lettenhove Castle.

He hadn’t been back since the fiend. He scowled as a boy came running up the path with a sword strapped to his waist and a lute on his back.

“Geralt!” The boy cried.

Geralt couldn’t stop the small smile on his face. He would recognise those bright eyes anywhere.

Julian.

He was taller than the last time Geralt had seen him, and he’d certainly filled out, but he was still a boy.

Geralt dismounted Roach and went to greet the young lad. “Julian.” He nodded.

“I can’t believe you came back!” Julian beamed up at him. “You haven’t change a bit!”

Geralt shrugged. “Didn’t mean to, and the mutations do wonders for wrinkles.”

Julian visibly deflated. “You didn’t mean to, no of course you didn’t. Why would you?”

“Julian.”

“Save it, Geralt.” The boy muttered. “You are not welcome here. My mother would release the dogs if she saw you.”

“And your father?” Geralt crossed his arms.

“Dead.” Julian didn’t sound particularly bothered by that fact. It must have happened a few years ago. “Last winter. He got sick, never got better.”

Geralt frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Julian spun round to peer at him again. Those brilliant cool blue eyes watching him fiercely. “Why are you here, Geralt?”

Geralt raised his chin. “I was in the area.”

Julian scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh sure. He was in the area. Fucking witcher.”

“I’ve offended you.” Geralt raised an eyebrow.

“Years! Geralt! I’ve been throwing myself into training and studying and anything I can think of that will prepare me to travel with you for years!” Julian prodded his chest. “And you weren’t even going to come back!”

Geralt frowned. “How many years has it been?” He asked. “You’re still a boy.”

“I” Julian announced with wide arms. “am the Viscount de Lettenhove!”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “How many years, Julian?”

“It’s been five years, I’m thirteen, in case you were wondering.”

He was.

“And it’s not been easy either. I had to find excuses that weren’t witchery for every single thing that I learned.” Julian pouted. “And you just forgot about me.”

Geralt scowled. He hadn’t forgotten per se. It was just that he’d been busy. He hadn’t even been back to Kaer Morhen for the last two winters. There had been an unusual spike in monsters just before winter each year. He’d sent word to Vesemir this year, worried that a pattern might be occurring. The old witcher suggested that either the monsters were beginning to evolve, or someone was helping them out during the winter months.

Eskel hadn’t been able to return to the keep either, Geralt had met up with his friend outside Vizima. Eskel had looked as exhausted as he felt. Neither of them had managed to have a proper break in two years and they were starting to feel it.

Perhaps Vesemir’s theory about a mage or sorcerer making trouble wasn’t too far off. Tired witchers got killed more easily. Preventing them from returning to their homes for winter would, in the long term, be fatal. He would have to see if he could track down the source of the spikes. He desperately needed to rest this winter, or next winter at the least.

He looked back down at the boy in front of him. He was pouting with one hand on his hips, his brown hair had grown out since Geralt had last seen him and now covered his ears, his fringe falling in front of his cornflower blue eyes. Geralt’s gaze fell on the sword at the young viscount’s hip.

He drew his sword from his back and pointed at the boy’s chest. His eyes widened and he stumbled back a few steps.

“Geralt? What, what are you doing?” He stammered.

Geralt smirked. “You’ve been training?”

“Yes.” Julian gulped, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Go on, draw your sword, prove it.” Geralt swished his own sword through the air lazily and shifted into a sparring stance.

“My mother will have your head, witcher!” Julian snapped but fumbled to draw his sword.

“If there had been bandits on the path, you would be dead already.” Geralt chided.

Julian rolled his eyes and lunged in for an attack. Geralt parried the blow easily, he could have dodged but there was no point. He used the parry to pull Julian’s sword from his grip. “You’re holding your sword wrong. No wonder you can’t keep hold of it.”

Julian yelped as Geralt spun round and pulled Julian to his chest, holding his sword to his neck. “Dead.”

“I wasn’t ready!” The boy protested.

“Monsters don’t care if you’re ready. Again!” He pushed Julian away.

Julian scrambled to find his sword on the ground. “Geralt we need to move away from the house. My mother—”

Geralt sighed and sheathed his sword. “There’s a clearing nearby, next to the river. Make your excuses and meet me there in an hour.”

Julian’s face lit up. “Oh thank you! You won’t regret it.”

“Only for this afternoon.” Geralt said firmly. “You’re still too young to come with me.”

Julian’s face dropped. “Geralt!” He whined.

“One hour.” He gave Roach a quick stroke on her muzzle before mounting. The hour would give him time to meditate and eat. He was tired and could do with the rest.

He spurred Roach on and galloped back down the path before veering off into the woods. He had to slow to a canter as he darted through the trees, ducking under the branches. He focussed his senses to scout the area for monsters or wolves but the woods were silent, only the sound of the wind whistling through the trees. There was a faint smell of a bear but the beast must have moved off. He reached the clearing and hopped off Roach, leaving her loose so she could graze the area.

Geralt took the opportunity to wash up in the river. He hadn’t managed to have a proper bath in a while, another thing to do when he reached the next town. Baths and whores. Not a bad way to spend the evening.

So why was he waiting for a thirteen year old boy in the middle of a clearing?

The kid had a good heart, he’d been kind to Geralt all those years ago. That was why. Geralt was just returning the favour. Perhaps once the boy’s mother passed he would have a friend in the Viscount and somewhere warm to stay in the castle. It always helped to know where he could rely on help. So far his best bet away from Kaer Morhen was Nenneke at the temple of Melitele and that could be weeks away, not much good if he got injured on the wrong side of the continent. Lettenhove could make a good base for the witchers if he managed to befriend Julian now.

He finished washing and pulled on his clothes. The water was icy cold, even in the spring, but it hadn’t bothered him. He searched Roach’s bags for something to eat and then sat down on the grass to watch the river flow as he ate.

The sun began to set before Geralt realised how much time had passed. He felt the cool evening breeze brush against his face and he opened his eyes, instantly scowling around he clearing. He sniffed as he got to his feet. There was no sign of Julian and it had certainly been more than an hour, judging by the sun it had been almost three.

He left Roach by the river and slowly made his way back towards the castle on foot. It wasn’t far and this way he was less likely to knock the boy off his feet. He was almost back at the castle when he spotted Julian running through the doors. He had a bow on his back and his sword around his waist.

Geralt stayed hidden in the trees as the boy scampered past him. He smirked and spun round, hitting Julian with a weak Aard spell. It was enough to push Julian forward but not enough to knock him to the ground. Geralt drew his sword and shifted his stance.

“You’re late, Julian.” He called as Julian twirled round already drawing his sword.

Good. He was learning already.

“Mother!” Julian rolled his eyes. “She wouldn’t let me out of her sight. I think she knew I was up to something.”

His grip was still wrong and Geralt flicked his wrist as he had before to disarm the boy. The sword went flying and Geralt laughed.

“Bollocks!” Julian stamped his foot and then squeaked as Geralt lunged for him. This time the boy rolled into a dodge and picked up his sword, raising it above his head before Geralt’s blow could hit. “Ha!” He grinned.

Geralt hummed and nodded. “Good.” He sheathed his sword and gestured for Julian to come closer. “Let’s sort out that grip.”

“But Master Rhindon—”

“Is wrong. Come here.” Geralt said firmly. “If we don’t correct that now you’ll be stuck with the habit for life, and that won’t be a long life.”

Julian pouted but stepped forward. Geralt gently adjusted his grip on the sword. “Like that. Do you know any sequences?”

Julian nodded.

Geralt gestured for Julian to show him. The boy stuck his tongue out as he began to step through a defence sequence with his sword. His gripped shifted back within two moves and Geralt pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. “Grip!” He barked.

Julian almost dropped the sword but adjusted his grip, wrong. Geralt rolled his eyes. It was going to take some time to break that habit. “We’ll go to the river. You’ll be late home.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Julian glared up at him petulantly. “Mother thinks I’m in bed.”

Geralt nodded. “I’ll stay a week to train you in exchange for food, deal?”

Julian grinned and held out his hand. “Deal!”

Geralt scoffed but shook the boy’s hand. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”

Julian nodded. “I know.”

Geralt smiled at Julian’s admittance. It was a good sign. Yes, the boy was undoubtedly stubborn, but Geralt could hardly blame him for that. In his eyes a bit of stubbornness was good for the soul, and Julian had a good soul. It was why he was taking the time to train him, even if Julian changed his mind about coming with Geralt at least Geralt would know that he’d done his best to ensure the young viscount could defend himself. There would inevitably be duels or assassinations. There always was with nobility, plus it made a change from killing monsters for coin.

They reached the clearing, Roach was thankfully still grazing near the river, and continued training. They trained until well after dark. Julian had protested once they sun had set completely but Geralt insisted that it was good to learn to fight without relying on his eyesight.

“You never know when it could be taken from you.” Geralt grunted.

Julian whined but to his credit kept going.

He improved quickly, even landing a blow on Geralt’s shoulder when he’d been distracted by the sound of leaves crunching nearby. Julian had instantly dropped his sword to make sure he hadn’t actually hurt Geralt. The blow hadn’t even cut his armour but it would probably bruise.

Which meant the sword was shit. A witcher’s sword would have at least left a scratch.

“You need a new sword.” Geralt grumbled.

“Master Rhindon says—”

“Master Rhindon knows shit all.” Geralt growled. “By the end of the week you’ll be a better swordsman than that so called master.”

Julian stifled a yawn but he couldn’t hide it from Geralt’s enhanced senses, not even in the dark. Geralt glanced up at the moon. They’d been training half the night. He hummed and sheathed his sword. He scooped up Julian and dumped him into Roach’s saddle.

“What, Geralt?” Julian cried.

“I’m taking you home. It’s late.” Geralt grumbled and led his mare by the reins back to the castle.

Julian fell asleep in the saddle on the short journey back. Geralt rolled his eyes and shook the boy awake before helping him back to the ground. Julian yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“After breakfast. I’ll be waiting.” Geralt muttered.

To his surprise the young viscount hugged him. He awkwardly patted the boy on the head before pushing him towards the house.

“Thank you, Geralt. I’ll make you proud!”

Geralt allowed himself to smile as the boy ran to the house. He was already proud, not that he would ever admit it to the boy.

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#the witcher #geraskier fanfiction #jaskier pankratz #julian alfred pankratz #geralt of rivia #the witchers companion #wolfie's witcher writing #I use geraskier loosely in this story #they grow to be more QPR but you can interpret however you like #once they are older of course

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spicysarahcha · 6 years ago

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I got this idea while I was listening to my Mom snore like a fucking freight train last night so

Sleeping Headcanons for the main 6 Arcana characters

Asra

- He’s a pretty light sleeper, very easily woken.

- Has a soft snore from time. It’s barely audible, but if you have your head tucked into his neck, you could probably hear soft snoring. It’s quite cute.

- Likes to sleep with only one blanket, or just a sheet if it’s hot outside. He doesn’t strike me as a blanket hoarder

- Cuddles a lot in his sleep. He unconsciously brings you closer to him, presses himself into your back, or moves so that his head is using your chest as a pillow if you are on your back.

- Gets some epic bedhead when he wakes up. Curls everywhere, looking like he just stood in a windstorm or watched a tornado roll in like one of those Midwestern dads. It’s positively adorable.

- Faust curls up on the pillow beside you two and sleeps very comfortably there, closest to her two favorite people.

Julian

- Also on the lighter side of wake-ability when you can get him to sleep; I mean, he was on the run for a few years in the very city where he was wanted. He had to be able to wake up and run should he need to, and the habit kind of just stuck

- He snores from time to time. It’s not too terribly loud or quiet like Asra’s, but it’s there. He only snores when he’s really tired for some reason

- Active in his sleep. Boy will go to sleep cuddling you on his side and wake up sideways, half hanging off the bed. I’m so sorry, good luck trying to sleep in the same bed as him.

- Also, get your own blanket(s), because he will definitely steal them. Cuddle under the same blanket, but whip out your own come time to sleep, otherwise you will wake up cold.

Nadia

- Just as she is elegant during the day, she sleeps very elegantly.

- Has a set routine she does every night before bed, and hates it when it gets disrupted.

- Always wears a nightgown to bed. Always.

- She’s kind of in the middle when it comes to heaviness of sleep. Not very light but not very heavy. I guess she’s a normal sleeper?

- No snoring for Nadia. Very peaceful and very quiet when she sleeps.

- She likes to hold you close when the two of you sleep. It comforts her to know you are safe within her arms, and she sleeps easiest with you near.

- Only has one or two blankets, like Asra, but likes to sleep with the windows open whenever possible to let the night breeze in.

Muriel

- When you first started seeing him, he was a very light sleeper. Any noise could wake him up. But as you began sleeping with him more and more, his sleep got a bit heavier. Not much, but you can wake up and get ready for the day without worry anymore.

- After being alone for all those years, once he opened up to you and became comfortable with affection, he just wants to be near you when he sleeps. He loves holding you to his chest, or having you lay on top of his chest with his arms around you, either way he loves holding you while you fall asleep.

- He has a very light snore, like Asra, but it comes and goes. It’s more breathy and almost relaxing to hear instead of grating and loud.

- He sleeps with a few of his furs draped over himself, but also has the fire crackling too, so a lot of times he ends up kicking off the furs. Inanna then claims them and sleeps on them.

- Very soft and groggy when he first wakes up, also pretty cuddly. He just wants to lay with you for a bit longer :(

Portia

- Definitely not one of the most elegant sleepers on this list. At all.

- She sleeps so heavily. Good luck waking her up.

- Sleeps with tons of blankets, but kicks them off in the night until she is left with one or two.

- Likes to sleep in the bare minimum clothing with the windows open (hence all the blankets), she just stays cooler and more comfortable that way.

- Always sleeps with Pepi on the bed. Pepi curls around the two of your heads and purrs away.

- Snores so fucking loud. Also probably drools a little in her sleep, but it’s all just part of her charm.

- Gets major bed head. Just imagine Anna from Frozen when she wakes up the morning of the Coronation. Yeah. But she makes it work, and she’s absolutely adorable, even looking like a bird nested in her hair.

- Cuddly af in the mornings. She will cling to you with all her might and beg you to stay in bed for just a few more minutes. And usually that five minutes turns into you both being late or nearly late for whatever you gotta do. Oops?

Lucio

- He thinks he looks beautiful when he sleeps, like all prince charming like, but no. Not really.

- He snores. Not as bad as Portia, but it’s there.

- Sleeps like the fucking dead, this man. Not even pushing him off the bed would wake him up. Or maybe he would wake up for a moment then fall back asleep.

- Always wears something nice to bed, no ratty sweats and t-shirt for this bougie ass man

- Loves to hold on to you, or be held as he sleeps. He won’t admit it, though. He likes to think you hold him because you want to (and you do).

- Surprisingly doesn’t get bad bed head. He doesn’t move a lot in his sleep, so his hair doesn’t get too messy.

- Sticks to sleeping either on his back or side, it depends on how the two of you are cuddling, really.

- Steals the blankets like Julian does, so maybe consider using your own blanket.

- Mercedes and Melchior sleep by or on the bed, serving as guards. They are sure to protect your sleep and announce if anyone approaches.

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starblazerm31 · 5 years ago

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Azalea/Imalia Apprentice April Asks #2

Man, I did myself in on this one! It only took me the whole week! So many "Whoa...I haven't come up with that yet..." But that's the point of these asks! To develop characters! Thanks so so much to @samjmorgan, @mechaspirit, and the several anons for sending me asks! I hope you like my answers! Once again, novel below the cut. XP

1. What does your character feel when they see their LI for the first time each day?

Julian: He's always awake before her, but won't move until she does. As soon as her bleary eyes see him, she smiles; that warm blossoming feeling filling her chest. Her beautiful disaster is alive, well, and right where she left him. She wraps her arms and legs around him and pulls him in tight for a full-body hug. "Good morning, angel," he whispers to her.

Lucio: Their connection usually has them waking up at the same time. Even with a messy bedhead, Lucio makes Azalea's heart flutter the moment she lays eyes on him. His skin is warm and soft, and it gets cute little goosebumps as soon as she touches him. Lucio. Her Lucio. *Que make-out session.* Morning breath? Meh, who cares.

Her sleep is sporadic due to her nightmares, and she wakes up multiple times during the night. Every time her eyes land on Asra next to her, her heart rate slows down and she drifts back off to sleep. When it's finally time to get up, however, she will whimper and pull him close, letting her deep emotions and love spill over to him. He's been the longest constant in her hellish life, and she's just so happy to have him next to her. To be able to call him hers.

2. What things does your character love about their LI?

Julian: She LOVES how smart he is. She feels like she can have an actual intelligent conversation with him about absolutely (well...almost) anything. He askes intellectual questions about magic and she is more than happy to go on a spiel about the little intricacies and science behind magic. And she loves to ask him about medicine and how the human body works. It ends up benefitting both of them in their respective professions. She also loves how he towers over her but will fall to his knees in an instant.

Julian loves Azalea’s stubbornness. Once she gets her mind set on something, it’s gonna go her way. (she snagged him, didn’t she?) He absolutely loves it when she throws off all of her inhibitions and goes on a night run across the rooftops. He can’t keep up with her when she’s elevated. The sky is her playground, and it makes her look even more angelic to him. He adores the way she speaks to him and holds him when he’s feeling stressed. She’s so soothing and comforting, and she won’t let him go until he asks.

Lucio: She loves his energy and excitement. He's not the smartest pickle in the jar, but he can match her when it comes to being active. Running races, playing sexy hide-and-seek, sparring...he's the only person in the world who can wear her out. And he has been the most encouraging person to her. His wonder and awe when he watches her do magic makes her feel as awesome as he says she is. And he loves it when she reads one of her new stories to him. He sits there, riveted by the images she's weaving with her words.

Lucio loves how completely and utterly kind she is to him. She actually listens to him and encourages him, believes in him. No one has ever done that before.

Imalia loves everything about Asra. She loves how beautiful his magic is. Watching him cast leaves her utterly spellbound. The glowing swirls, the glittering lights, the musical trills his magic makes. It is unlike anything Imalia has ever experienced. She loves how she can talk about anything and Asra immediately seems to understand. Magical theories, sacred geometry and leylines, blessed and cursed artifacts, enchantments, ancient incantations...he is just as invested and curious as she. She can teach him a new spell and he can get it right almost immediately as well as understand it. And he is the most calming presence she could be around. If her anxiety is flaring up or if she had a particularly nasty nightmare, Asra can calm her down within minutes.

Asra loves how giving and encouraging Imalia is. She spends so much time learning new things only to turn around and share her knowledge with even more enthusiasm. She simply can't keep knowledge to herself. And she would gladly give her life to save someone she loves.

3. What things about their LI annoy them?

Julian: He can still be a spastic dumbass. And sometimes he will go on these long tirades about how he just doesn't deserve to be with her. She will let him get his grievances out, and then calmly explain WHY he is wrong. And he has this really annoying habit of leaving his dirty socks right beside the laundry hamper. And Julian tends to leave cups of cold, unfinished coffee just lying around the place. As for Azalea herself, she tends to think that he doesn't always understand what she is talking about, so she will spend too much time re-explaining a concept he already knows. And sometimes she can be a little to micro-managey when it comes to stuff around the shop.

Lucio: As above, spastic dumbass. He also has absolutely NO idea or sense of money management. And he can be lazy. And if she's spending too long on her shop's expenses/cleaning, or if she's reading and not paying enough attention to him, Lucio will start to whine and flop around like a little kid. Azalea herself still has a few trust issues with Lucio on certain things like money. He’s so used to lavish things and sometimes needs reminding that Azalea’s shop doesn’t bring in THAT kind of revenue. Azalea KNOWS Lucio doesn’t understand what she’s talking about sometimes, so the re-explaining isn’t so bad. But it does bore Lucio. He can’t help but feel put-out with Azalea’s micro-managing. He wishes she would just sell the shop and move them back into the Palace since she is Court Magician.

Asra still likes to run off on his own without giving any specifics about where/what he's doing. The running off is fine, but Imalia would at least like an idea of what he's planning. Just in case he might need some help. Her worst fear is for him to get in trouble and need her, but she isn't there.

4. Who does what chores?

Julian: Azalea handles the cooking, laundry, and cleaning the floors. Julian handles the dusting (putting that height to good use!) and the dishes. They both do random little fix-its around the shop, but Azalea is better at it since she had spent three years randomly alone. Azalea loves Julian's expressions when she climbs on the roof and hangs upside down to fix a shingle or the shop’s sign. He’s trying to catch a glimpse of his favorite boob.

Lucio: (assuming he is no longer Count and lives with her at the shop) OMG this lazy bum. It took Azalea a while to get him used to the idea of washing his own clothes, and even longer to teach him how to do it right. She still takes care of cooking (he is NOT allowed!) and the floors, but they share dusting duty. And she taught him how to fix things. The first time he got a chair to stop wobbling, she had to stop him from throwing open the windows and yelling "I AM THE FIX-IT KING!!!" to the entire neighborhood. She also gave him a job as shop courier. He needed to learn how to earn his living. Also took him a while to figure out how to deliver orders without breaking anything. 😒

Well, Imalia has servants at her estate, so she doesn't really NEED to do any chores. But she's not the lazy type, and will at the very least cook for herself and the entire household. She likes seeing their faces when they taste her latest atroci-uh dish. In seriousness, she's a pretty decent cook. Asra will usually gather reagents and ingredients they will need in their magical research. As far as household chores, he keeps the windows clean. He loves how the sunlight filters in through the stained glass.

5. Do they prefer to stay at home, or do they like to go out?

Julian: Being the working stiffs they are, they will usually stay at home. But a few times a week they will head down to the Rowdy Raven for a good time, or visit with their friends. Azalea does eventually become Imalia's apprentice again and gets tutored three times a week; they will usually go out somewhere as a group afterward.

Lucio: Lucio, being the exhausting booger he is, has to go out and mingle with people. So they will typically go out when the workday is done. When Azalea becomes Imalia's apprentice again, Lucio is encouraged to do ANYTHING else but come along. (Imalia and Lucio dated for three years, and that ended badly; so she tries to steer clear of him) It doesn't always work, however, because Lucio is nosy and he remembers how well Imalia's head-of-household Ben made desserts.

Since she and Asra both like to travel, they typically go out somewhere. Even if they stay at home they will be traveling the Magical Realms.

6. What are some little things they do for each other throughout the day?

Julian: She will make him coffee and prepare him lunch to take to the clinic with him. She will leave him little notes in the lunch telling him how amazing he is and how much she loves him. If he is working late, she brings him dinner. He will tie little notes to Malak's leg for her to receive, or bring her flowers when he gets off work. He has also become the new bearer-of-pumpkin bread. When he gets home, she will sit him down in a chair and give him a shoulder and back rub or draw him a nice hot bath.

Lucio: She keeps a full cookie jar for him. She keeps the pantry stocked with food he likes and will cook it just perfect for him. She also whispers dirty little nothings in his ear and will give him sneaky butt pinches. He needs to know he's wanted, after all! If his prosthetic is bothering him, she will help soothe the irritation. He will give her random shoulder rubs and neck nibbles and will make sure Corva's food and water are always full. He also likes to blow most of his money on random gifts for her.

She will paint Asra's nails while telling him lots of "no shit, there I was" stories. Smoking green with him while reading, going on long walks with him, and constantly praising him. Asra will wash Imalia's hair when they bathe together and give her amazing scalp massages to ease away tension. He also loves to brush her hair and come up with new braid configurations for the top of her head.

7. What are some private jokes they share?

Julian: There was this one time when they were adventuring overseas and they wanted to grab something to eat before they set out to investigate this temple that Imalia had told them about. It was supposed to have this magical jar that could hold a human soul. The only vendor in the town they were in sold this strange grilled fruit on a stick that smelled absolutely awful. They still ate them and it didn't taste too terrible. But it strangely filled them with energy and they made it through the temple just fine. Now when they see kebabs, they look at each other and snicker. Also, when they pass a haberdasher and see a nice pirate-style hat, Julian will pass Azalea a quirked eyebrow and grin.

Lucio: Whenever Azalea hears a goat bleat, she will glance to Lucio and snicker because his laugh sounds exactly the same. Lucio will laugh like a madman when Corva will imitate Azalea's frustrated "Fucking hell!" He also taught her how to say "Mama's ass" in his accent. Lucio: "Ey, Corva, what's the solution to this problem?" Corva: "Mama's ass!" Azalea: "OMG!!!" *blush* Corva: "Fucking hell!"

She and Asra have run afoul of a few bandit gangs with the most ridiculous names. So now when they hear of bandits causing trouble, Asra will say "Is it The Fighting Dragon's Blood Macho Men again?" Imalia: *snarfs her drink* "It might be the Serpent's Hand." Asra: *laughs out loud* Faust: ?

8. What are some embarrassing couple stories?

Julian: One time Azalea was bringing him lunch at work, and the thank-you kiss became rather intense. A patient came in, and Julian realized that he had gotten...ahem...excited. He had to come up with a lame excuse to give himself time to calm down.

Lucio: One time he and Azalea were toking up in the loft of the shop when Nadia came in. It was a new strain that was really potent, and Lucio couldn't hide the fact that he was high as hell. When he tried to follow Azalea down the stairs, he lost his balance and tumbled the rest of the way down, ending up in a pile at Nadia's feet. He instantly blurted out in a loud exaggerated whisper: "Azzie, don't tell Noddy that I'm high!!" Nadia: "Don't worry Lucio, I will never find out." Lucio: "Good. Hey, Azzie, are we gonna screw when she leaves?" Azalea: "....Omg...I am so sorry, Nadia." Nadia: "It's alright, you took him off of my hands after all." (I'd draw this if I could XD)

One time she and Asra started "getting down" in her study. They were so focused on each other that they didn't notice Ben come in and set down a tray of refreshments for them. When they were done, Imalia noticed the tray and said "How long has that been there?" Asra: "I don't know...I swear it wasn't there before...we..." Imalia: "...Shit, Ben, why do you have to be such a ninja?" They couldn't look him in the eye at dinner that night.

9. Is their relationship open or exclusive?

Julian/Lucio: Exclusive. Azalea gives her heart to one person only. Her love envelopes her lover and all she longs for is them. More than one person would feel mediocre and cheap because she would have to divide her love. She loves with everything she is. And it turns out that both Julian and Lucio get really jealous at the thought of sharing her.

Imalia and Asra are exclusive and deeply committed to each other; but they would have a threesome if they met someone who struck both of their fancies. That hasn't happened yet, however.

10. How often do they need to be intimate?

Julian: They need to be intimate at least twice a week. Jobs can be stressful, and they need to relieve that stress. Azalea is all too happy to indulge Julian's desires, and he is happy to service her needs in return. He's amazing at following direction. ^_~

Lucio: Sex is a daily occurrence with them. Rarely, they will have had such an exhausting and busy day that sex just wasn't in the schedule...but rarely. More often than not, it's vanilla sex. But they make an effort to have several spicy sessions a week. There have been weeks where they went at it a little rough at the beginning, and they were too sore to keep up their normal routine. Those were sad weeks.

At the very least they have sex once a week; however sex can happen at the drop of a hat with these two. Anywhere, anytime. The longest sessions happen in the Magical Realms where they can explore and experiment for as long as they want.

11. Have they ever fought?

Julian: Over little things, more than most. Things get tense with two people trying to be in a committed relationship. Something as stupid as “geez, dirty socks on the floor AGAIN?! The laundry basket is right here!” can, unfortunately, escalate into a rather heated argument about something entirely different. But dammit, we are COMMITTED!!! (I’m NOT leaving this bitch/bastard because I LOVE them, and we have been through WAY too much SHIT for something as amorphous as emotions to drive a wedge between us!) Cue some time apart to get their thoughts and emotions together and a very teary-eyed snotty apology.

Lucio: Yeah, mainly over money management. Lucio always thought the word "budget" meant "cheap." He didn't understand that you can't use the money for shop repairs to buy that gaudy cloak he saw in a store window. He also didn't know that shops had to buy the things they sell. He thought store wares just...appeared.

Asra gets irate at the risks Imalia is all too ready to take at a moment's notice. He wants her to stay safe and it's quite hard when she suddenly decides that she has to drain a quarter of her blood as a reagent for a spell that will lift the curse on a village. She thinks that she will be alright since she merged with the Lord of Nightmares. But Asra reminds her that Lon is a chaos goddess and might not save her.

12. Describe their perfect date

Julian: It's been busy at the shop and the clinic, and Azalea and Julian have been wanting a date night for a while now. Azalea closes the shop early and prepares a picnic for the two of them. Meanwhile, Julian closes his clinic and hauls ass down to the Rowdy Raven to pick up a special bottle that he ordered from Barth. He gets back to the shop just as Azalea is tucking everything away in a basket. Arm in arm, the walk to the hidden garden. They spread out a blanket and set everything up. Under the glow of the Deadly Starstrand, they feed each other and enjoy that entire bottle. They giggle and snuggle together, talking about the "remember whens" of their first meeting. Azalea then pins Julian against that crumbling wall and enacts her secret desires of that night long ago.

Lucio: Lucio got permission from Nadia to set up a special rendezvous in the palace garden. (She adores Azalea and helped him come up with the idea) A table with a magnificent spread was set out for them with a chilled Golden Goose. They spent the evening laughing and talking, Lucio telling Azalea stories of his past glories. Azalea confesses that she didn't think much of herself or her talent until he came into her life. Lucio spends a while kissing up and down the length of Azalea's arms, showering her with praise. He then takes her up to his old wing via the portal in the garden and gives her the full Count experience. ^_~

There is a meteor shower tonight. Imalia sets up a tent (looks small, but is huge inside) in a clearing in the Dark Forest that has all the trappings. A magician's feast, different types of drinks and wine, and big fluffy bed covered in tons of vibrantly colored pillows. Outside, they lay in the grass and stargaze. Imalia tells Asra the history and mythology behind the constellations overhead and what significance they have to different kinds of magicians and mages. Asra already knows all this, but he loves to hear Imalia talk. They watch the shooting stars flit by overhead, and both exclaim when a particularly bright one passes by or makes a loud popping sound. They then retreat into the tent where they eat and weave light magic in the air to entertain each other. Then Asra pulls out a stick of that special incense and the rest of the night is spent rolling in those pillows.

13. Do they have an evening routine?

Julian: When they are home for the night, Azalea will make some tea for them and Julian will pick out a good book. They will sit and read together for a while before drawing a hot lavender bath. They will wash each other and cuddle until the water gets cold. Then a cup of chamomile before going to bed. Fun times may occur at this point.

Lucio: Azalea will spend some time teaching Lucio how to read for as long as she can keep his attention. She will then reward him with some intimate time followed by the lavender bath. She will pour him a glass of wine and tea for herself, and they will talk and tell each other jokes and stories until they fall asleep.

They don't really have a routine; the only routine thing about their evenings is the fact that they go to sleep. They are usually working on experiments together, exploring, reading, drinking, or playing games.

14. Describe a "paid scene" with your character and their LI

Julian: Julian and Azalea are getting ready to attend a soiree at the palace. Azalea helps Julian button his cuffs and slips in some sweet kisses to his wrists. She then tells him to hold his arms up and don't move. She slowly buttons up his shirt, leaving smoldering kisses up his chest as she fastens each button. Julian is a blushing mess, each kiss making him hotter and hotter. When she closes the final button at his neck, she gives him a mischievous love bite right below his collar. She then tells him to help her fasten the back of her dress. He gets a wicked glint in his eye and does as she says, but throwing in a little bit of the temperature magic she had been teaching him. Icy touches make her shudder while hot touches make her groan. He finishes off with a blazing kiss to her shoulder which he drags up her neck and ends with a playful nip to her earlobe.

Lucio: An aerial dancing troupe had performed in the palace earlier that evening. Azalea talked to Nadia and got the troupe to leave their rigs up. The room seems to be littered with draping curtains and ropes. Azalea easily coaxes Lucio into the room and ties a blindfold around his eyes. She tells him to count to ten and then come find her. He does as she asks, but pouts when all he can see are the curtains and ropes swaying. He creeps around each one, listening for her. He hears her giggle and sees some of the curtains move. He dashes forward to find her, but she isn't there. She leads him around the room like this for a good while until finally she spins down from one of the curtains and hangs upside-down in front of him. She gives him that classic Raimi Spider-Man upside-down kiss. He asks her what else she can do from that angle. She replies by sensuously touching him while swaying from the fabric. Eventually, all riled up, he plucks her down from there and hurries off with her to her room.

Imalia tells Asra that she respects the Arcana, but doesn't really hold much reverence towards them since they seem rather useless to her. Asra pulls out his deck and offers to give her a reading. Imalia sighs, but agrees. He lays out three cards and flips one. Just as he suspected, it's The Empress upright. He listens to the card and tells her what it says. "Of all the opportunities you've had, there is one you have wanted more than any other. It scares you, but it's embedded so far down inside you that it's part of who you are. You want more than anything to be a mother." Imalia starts, her face turning a deep red. "It's expected of you," Asra continues, "so a large part of you wants to reject the idea. The idea pins you down to your royal bloodline. But that isn't why you want it. You want it because you want to share the bond that you had with your father with a child of your own. You want to teach them, encourage them, and watch them grow into something amazing." He puts the cards away and looks at her mischievously. "What do you think of the Arcana now?" Imalia grimaces and says "I think they talk too much."

15. Would they go on a double date?

Definitely! Azalea/Julian and Azalea/Lucio have gone on double dates with Imalia/Asra many times! (However, with Azalea/Lucio, Imalia and Lucio typically end up trying to outdo each other with stories of their badassery)

16. Who pops the question?

Julian: They propose to each other!! They both wanted it, knew they did, but weren’t exactly sure how to go about it. They snuck around each other (the only time in their relationship that this happens) and bought rings. Then, on the night each had planned, Julian goes to the kitchen to make them tea and get the ring he’d bought. When he turns around, Azalea is already kneeling in front of him with the ring she’d bought. He’s flabbergasted, and kinda numbly holds out his ring. The next day was full of them guffawing and telling the story to everyone else.

Lucio: He did. It was not at all what Azalea was expecting. She always thought he would propose at a party, in front of everyone in Vesuvia. But no...he waited until they were alone and comfortable, lounging in the grass of the palace garden. He just...asked her. No flourishes, no showy display. As for the ring...he did really well. It wasn't some huge gaudy thing that wouldn't look right on her at all. It was a simple silver band with three gorgeous moonstones set on it. He really thought about what she would like.

She does. They are on holiday together in Nopal during the Painted Daisy Festival. While sitting next to each other at a bonfire, Imalia stands up. She proclaims that she has had the vast fortune of traveling the world, having many adventures, performing great deeds, and teaching some of the brightest minds the world has ever seen. But it all pales in comparison to the person she has fallen in love with. She simply can't see herself doing anything greater than spending her life with him. She kneels down in front of him and produces a golden ring etched in magical runes. She says that he has been there longer than anyone else in her life. Would he mind keeping that bad habit up for a while longer? Say, forever?

17. Describe the wedding

Julian: It takes place at the Palace (at Nadia's insistence). Julian is a nervous wreck, thinking that surely Azalea will change her mind and leave him standing at the altar. Portia smacks sense into him, reminding him that she was part of Azalea's bridal party and had JUST seen her. Imalia is Azalea's maid-of-honor, and is bossing people around like a drill sergeant, accompanied by Mazelinka; they wanted to make sure Azalea could just enjoy this day and not be bothered by the minutiae. When Azalea walks down the aisle, she is a glittering spectacle of white pearls, moonstones, crystals, and feathers from Corva. (she had been saving Corva's shed feathers for this occasion). When they exchange vows, Corva perches on Julian's shoulder, and Malak on Azalea's. They present them with the rings. Que smooches and a hell of a reception with lots of table dancing!

Lucio: Same as above, at the Palace. Nadia and Azalea arranged everything, but kept Lucio's tastes very close in mind. Azalea wanted a nice wedding, but not anything as huge as the Masquerade. The palace was littered with white roses and moonflowers. Imalia actually tended to Lucio in this one. His mother was invited and actually showed up, which made Lucio nervous as hell. Imalia assured him that everything was going to go smoothly, and if Morga did anything, Imalia would do something worse. Despite her choice of groom, Azalea was still her best friend and this day was going to go PERFECTLY. Down the aisle, Azalea was escorted by Mercedes and Melchior. They looked amazing, all clad in white. Azalea’s dress was the same as above, but she actually wore diamonds (even though she hates them). The rings were tied to M&M's collars...which could have been a horrible decision if the dogs got riled up, but Imalia had Balthazaar at the ready to pursue and snatch, should that happen. With the final kiss, sealing the deal, M&M tore out of the sanctuary to chase birds. The reception was a big party, just like Lucio wanted. He never left Azalea's side for a moment, showing her off to everyone in the kingdom.

She and Asra elope. Something to spring on Azalea randomly. XD Plus, Imalia is exhausted with royal and court life; arranging a royal wedding would cause so much headache, and she just knew she would be sending a few nobles to the infirmary with their murmurs about Asra's social standing. Better to just say "Oh, by the way, this is the person I married. Suck it."

18. Any babies?

Julian: Two kids: Nora and Rylen. They both inherit Azalea's premature greying so they enchant their hair like their mother. Auburn at the roots, but Nora's fades into gold. Rylen's fades into deep green. Nora is tall and has the same proclivity for acrobatics that her mother does. She also has a tendency to get into fights. Rylen is shorter and is a bookworm who wants to be a doctor like his father.

Lucio: Two kids: Darien and Etoile. As with the previous two, they inherit Azalea's greying. But they don't enchant their hair. They both like how the blonde roots fade into silver at the ends. Darien is a sweet kid who is just really unlucky. He gets into jams, his magic goes wild, and he tends to lose important things. This is due to whatever deal Morga made when Lucio was a baby. Etoile is an overachiever who is headstrong and bulletproof like her father. She inherits Azalea's smarts which makes her even worse as far as being headstrong because she is, unfortunately, always correct. She does deeply care for her older brother, however, and will knock someone out if they mess with him. She ends up helping him with his crappy luck by making him MANY good luck charms to counteract. The two of them become an adventuring duo, furthering magical research and discovery.

She and Asra have one child (at first; I want to create two more), a daughter named Celestia (Lessie). She is slightly darker of skin tone, with Asra's beautiful white hair and Imalia's crimson eyes. She is coy and mischievous, but can also turn on a dime into a yelling ball-buster. She is best friends with Azalea's kids (both versions) and they get into all sorts of trouble together. She is very good at inventing new magic spells. Mainly good for pranks. She eventually follows in her mother's footsteps and becomes a Magister as well as a potential heir to the throne of Seiruun.

19. Do they stay in Vesuvia, or eventually move somewhere else?

Julian/Lucio: Vesuvia is home. It's where her heart is and it's where she learned all of her greatest lessons in life. She could never leave.

Imalia and Asra set up a portal to Imalia's home country of Seiruun. They have dual citizenship there, and Asra is given the title of Prince since he married Sairuun's only Princess. As such, they have to make appearances at court functions. But Vesuvia is home. Until (or if ever) Queen Dreen Suval has children of her own, Celestia is named the heir to the throne of Seiruun.

20. Talk about that family life. What's it like?

Julian: Azalea continues to run the shop and Julian his clinic. But since the family got so large, they had to move out of the loft and buy a house (they found a nice one close by). Azalea teaches Nora and Rylen how to make potions and tinctures, as well as nurture their magical talents. Rylen wants to be like his father, so Julian takes him on as his apprentice at his clinic and teaches him everything he knows. Azalea has to come to get Nora from the guards after she gets into fights on a somewhat regular basis. She decides that Nora should get a proper "schooling" from Imalia. So Imalia keeps Nora nice and busy and helps her channel her energy to more productive means than fighting. Meals are always spent together as a family.

Lucio: Azalea continues to run the shop, and Lucio actually steps up to help in raising Darien and Etoile. They move into a fancy house. Morga steps in every so often and insists on taking the children out on hunts. When she sees how horrible Darien's luck is, she spends more attention on Etoile. Azalea isn't pleased with this. So she makes Darien her helper and apprentice at the shop and teaches him ways to counter his awful luck. Etoile is the one who figures out exactly what he needs and makes him a LOT of luck charms. They need to be re-energized every so often, but they seem to do the trick and Darien's true potential starts to shine. Morga is forced to eat her words on one hunt when he slays a bear larger than any Morga has ever seen. She begins to piece together Darien's condition and realizes who is actually at fault. Her. So she sets about to rid Darien of the curse of bad luck. Lucio and Azalea love spending time with their kids, reading, telling stories, and playing with magic. Meals are a family event with everyone taking part.

Imalia tries her best not to dote on Celestia, but she just can't help it sometimes. The child is so amazing, and she loves how much like Asra she is. She and Asra take her on family trips the the Magical Realms and help her construct her own Magical Gateway. Asra introduces her to several of the Arcana, and the Magician absolutely adores her. At one point, Celestia manages to slip into the Devil's realm and paints a penis on the frozen Arcana's face. Imalia is immensely proud when Celestia agrees to take on the massive responsibility of becoming heir to Sairuun, but she doesn't put off her education either. Through her own effort and hard work, she becomes a Magister.

BONUS. Petnames.

Azalea calls Julian "Beautiful Beanpole" and "my darling doctor" and Julian calls Azalea "Angel," "darling," and "dearest"

Azalea calls Lucio "Hot Stuff" and "babe" and Lucio calls her "Azzie" (sounds like Ozzy) and "baby"

Imalia calls Asra "Starlight." Asra calls Imalia "Professor." Imalia also calls Lucio "Shitiot" (Shit/Idiot)

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Julian Hwang // Intro

Hello ! My name is Backy (she/her) ヾ(＾∇＾)❀ I'm 25 years old and I live in Canada! ❀ Feel free to like this post or drop me a message on discord if you're interested in plotting. I'd love to get to know you and your muses! (｡’▽’｡)♡ ❀

Without further ado, here's Julian Hwang (fc: Bang Chan (2010) // Im Siwan (2020)), my overworked friendly bean ❀

✮ Spotify playlist: Julian Hwang ✮ Pinterest: C: Julian

( Bang Chan & Im Siwan ) bopping along to I’m Yours by Jason Mraz is Julian Hwang, the twenty-one year old cismale thrown back to their business days with some of his memories. voted most likely to live in a library, Julian was known for being studious & self-destructive, go figures you’d always find them taking 15 minute power naps on top of a book, but grew up to be hard-working & fanatical .

♦ The Basics ♦

↣ Name: Julian Hwang ↣ Nickname: J, Kangaroo ↣ Age: Twenty-One // Thirty-One ↣ D.O.B.: October 3rd, 1988 ↣ Education: Third Year @ RVU (Business Management) ↣ Sexuality: Pansexual

↣ Occupation(s): Tutor, waiter, odd-jobs ↣ Languages: English & Korean ↣ Drinking, smoking, & drugs: Yes (socially), no, & yes (study drugs)

↣ Quirks: Drinks coffee with way too much sugar, randomly obsessed with knitted things, bites nails when stressed, left-handed, & has a horrible sense of direction ↣ Likes: Coffee, tea, spicy food, mangos, swimming, the stars, the colour orange, the ocean, & cooking ↣ Dislikes: Being late, bitter food, tequila, violence, horror movies, cold weather, flying, & cleaning

♦ background (then & now) ♦

↣ Hometown: Adelaide, Australia ↣ Nationality: Australian ↣ Ethnicity: Korean ↣ Parents: Namsung (Nora) & Chongyol (Jamie) Hwang // Step Dad: Flynn Caldwell

O1 x. Then - Originally from Australia, Julian moved to the states on a sports scholarship for swimming while taking his degree in business at SVU. His parents were less than thrilled to send him away but after a lot of reassurance that he was going to eat three meals a day & get plenty of sleep, the deal was sealed. Of course, Julian doesn’t do either of those things but what his parents didn’t know won’t kill them. Sleeping doesn’t earn scholarships, after all. O3 x. Then - However, sometime after being admitted to SVU, his parents got a divorce and Julian’s mom moved to the states to be closer to him. She had nothing left for her in Australia and considered it a fresh start. His dad stayed behind to run the family business, a small traditional Korean restaurant. Julian’s still close to both of his parents but considerably more so his mother. He couldn’t exactly afford to jet off to visit his dad every other weekend and even on a scholarship, Julian was working multiple jobs to pay his bills so as not to burnden his mother.

O2 x. Now - Julian graduated SVU, one of the top of the class, and moved into a job as a financial advisor for small and large hospitals alike. He frequently travels but still comes back home on occassion to visit his family. It’s been 10 years and Julian’s mom, Nora Hwang, is remarried to Flynn Caldwell. He’s also gained a step brother in the process, Austin Caldwell, who just so happens to have attended the same university as him. O4 x. Now - Julian can’t say that he necessarily dislikes the Caldwell’s but there’s some resentment there. Him and Austin led two very different lives growing up and couldn’t be more dissimilar. It wasn’t so much that Julian was never allowed to be a teenager, it was just never an option that crossed his mind considering their financial burdens. Of course, now with a financially stable husband, Julian feels as though his mom doesn’t rely on him as much anymore. It should be a relief, honestly, but what about all of his hard work? All those years he gave up? The many, many jobs he’d worked to make sure she’d never pay a dime for his education? It all seems so pointless now but what else can he do but keep working?

♦ personality ♦

↣ Good Traits: Hard-working, companionly, kind, & patient ↣ Neutral Traits: Quiet, frugal, paternal, responsible, & a perfectionist ↣ Bad Traits: Self-destructive, fanatical, uptight, & a pushover

O1 x. Self-Destructive - Has a bad habit of sacrificing himself for everything & anything else. Sleeping, eating, & socializing are no match for studying, clubs, & work. If he’s stressed, he’ll work himself into a tizzy about it until the job is done or he’s burnt out. Rarely fails at completing tasks, but has been known to spell his own demise by getting stress-sick or otherwise working himself up too much. Sometimes (read: all the time) he’s convinced he’s going to fail, drop out, & become homeless. Has a hard time looking at the silver lining when it comes to his own life, even if he is generally uplifting of others. These days he’s chilled out considerably since university but still tends to forget to take care of himself.

O2 x. Fanatical - Becomes obsessed with tasks, no matter the subject. Kind of a perfectionist & will work himself until he can’t anymore. Sometimes scares people with just how much he cares about things. Tends to go over & beyond what is expected or even wanted sometimes. It has landed him a couple of nice promotions up into the present day though. The only thing that’s changed since his university days is that he almost needs something to obsess over or he’ll remember how pointless it all really is.

O3 x. Hard-Working & Studious - Can be depended on to put in the proper effort & do it right. Rarely spends time not doing something productive and frequently multitasks. It’s not that he’s particularly giften in the brain department, he’s about average really, but the constant studying earned himself A’s throughout school and now a pretty swaggin job. Definitely not a quitter and pretty stubborn about finishing things and doing it right.

O4 x. Companionly - A good and trusting friend through and through. That mom friend at the party making sure you stay hydrated. Enjoys spending time with others no matter the occasion, wether that be his sports friends or study buddies. Loves his friends a little too much & tends to be really touchy. Expect many hugs & cuddles. Would do anything for his friends, sometimes a little too much, even if they don’t ask for it. Easy to get along with if you can handle his eccentricities. These days, Julian is still the same old friendly guy but with a more professional vibe.

♦ (wanted) connections ♦

Past (2010) O1 x. Drugdealer - Julian is usually pretty responsible but his need to work as much as possible has led him down a dangerous path, study drugs. Looking for someone who can deal him the good stuff to get him through on minimal sleep. Might involve a bit of debt. O2 x. Bad Influence - Julian is pretty goody two shoes but I’d love to have someone pull him out to parties (get him out of the library) - make him live a little and not totally regret working through his best years. O3 x. Mom? - Julian is pretty well known for being that mom friend, so if you need some good influencing, you’ve come to the right place! Just looking for some people he can take care of and be overbearing on. O4 x. College Sweetheart - Someone he’ll lay down the books for unconditionally, really. He may be a workaholic but he’s also a romantic at heart. Open to any gender. O5 x. Platonic Cuddles - Julian is just really touchy in general so someone he can just cuddle with without it being weird would be chill. Need some of that wholesome stuff in my life. O6 x. Good Influence - Julian is usually the good influence but I was thinking someone who brings him food, reminds him to eat, reminds him to sleep, and all that good self care shit he probably needs help with. Present (2020) O1 x. Significant Other - Someone he comes home to at the end of the day. Can be married, but maybe not. Take care of my dumbass. Open to any gender. Maybe they dated in uni, doesn’t really matter. Not really set on any details here so let’s talk about it! O2 x. Uni Friends - People he still hangs out with. Julian mostly stuck around the LA area so anyone else around hit a brother up ✌️ O3 x. Unresolved Tension - Idk maybe someone he had a crush on or vice versa? Make it awkward and weird because I love that. Bring up old memories and feelings. O4 x. Why weren’t we friends before? - Someone he wasn’t friends with in uni, but somehow met after the fact or maybe they were enemies. Someone he butted heads with but now they’re basically best friends??

These are really just some thoughts I had & I might add more later but I’m open to anything and everything so let’s talk about it!! Ofc I’m still looking for more generic plots like friends, hookups, enemies, etc, etc. The possibilities are endless!

And that’s the end! If you read it all you’re the coolest but it’s also okay if you didn’t because that was a whole lot of bullshit tbh.

#c: julian #hello im here late to the party like usual #its long sorry #again:intro #c: austin

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allmymusess · 5 years ago

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full name: julian matteo desantis face claim: matthew daddario pronouns: he/him age: thirty-two height/build: 191cm (6′3′’), he kinda has to stay in somewhat good shape for work, he goes to the gym around 3-4 times a week and he’ll go on the occasional morning run but he’s also a huge fan of pizza, pasta and wine so i guess you could say his build varies? traits: naturally curious and like to find things out, ambitious, very private, doesn’t show emotion like he should, likes to be in control, passionate, stubborn. style: he’s quite specific about what he wears, he’ll never just throw something on without really thinking. he likes dark colors, nothing oversized or too small - everything fits perfectly to show off his body in the best way, whether it’s a simple jeans and t-shirt look or a suit. habits: gotta have at least one cup of coffee when he get up in the morning (don’t speak to him before he’s had his coffee pls). never pairs socks and they are thus always mismatched. almost always running a bit late.

freeform section: italian/american. born and raised in brooklyn. lost both of his parents as a teenager (three years apart). he (and his siblings) moved to philadelphia after both of his parents passed away, to live with their grandparents. he felt kind of obligated to help “raise” his younger siblings (to this day he still loves telling them what they can and can’t do) and never really dealt with the loss of his parents. never really got a chance to be an immature teenager who made bad decision… but trust me, he caught up on the immaturity and bad decisions when he moved back to brooklyn in his early 20’s. a lot of parties, way too much alcohol, too many messy relationships, cheated on at least three of his partners… etc. yikes. it took him a couple of years but he’s definitely cleaned up his act now. works as a firefighter, stationed in brooklyn. still haven’t really dealt with any of the rough challenges life has thrown his way but why would he need to when he’s got it all bottled up inside of him so nicely?

#mamcharintro #mamrp #c: julian

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mochidrabbles · 6 years ago

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how does head canons of bed time shenanigans sound???

Sounds good to me!! 👀

Though tbh I wasn’t completely sure what you meant by ‘bedtime shenanigans’ so I went for bedtime routines (featuring a s/o)! I hope that’s ok!!

Asra is a bit of a night owl, but he’s responsible enough to go to bed at a decent enough time for him to get up at least a few hours before the shop opens to set up. If s/o is more of an early to bed person he’s happy to retire with them, though he might bring a book to read by gentle magic light while they sleep next to him. Asra just about always has a cup of tea before bed, often camomile or other herbal mixes to help him sleep. He likes to do a little light reading as well, though it’s not a bad idea for s/o to keep him from getting into any of the heavier magic books, lest his mind get too excited wandering over the possibilities invoked by what he’s reading. Before he sleeps Asra always double-checks the locks and barriers on the shop, just to be sure. Saying goodnight to Faust is, of course, a must, as are her goodnight chin scratches before she slithers off to bed. Asra loves to daydream before bed, but if his partner is up for it he’s happy to talk about little, silly things with them cuddled up in his arms until they both drift off.

Julian is unfamiliar with the concept of ‘bedtime.’ Sleep? He doesn’t know her. Seriously though, though Julian is trying to get better it’s very common for him to get wrapped up in work, research, or even just a good book and entirely lose track of time until morning. Other times he’s afraid to lay down to sleep, worried that the moment he tries to shut his mind off his demons will come out to haunt him. Whichever the case nighttime rituals almost always begin with Julian’s partner dragging him to bed by whatever means necessary. Used to being on the run and often only sleeping when he quite literally passed out from exhaustion, Julian doesn’t have much of a nighttime routine. Often he’ll just flop on the bed beside s/o and tuck in to cuddle with them. If Julian actually is tired he’s happy to just lay in s/o’s arms until he drifts off, but on nights he’s more anxious he and s/o have worked out a routine of finding a good book and having him read aloud to them by bedside candlelight until s/o drifts off. It helps Julian relax, and seeing s/o so at ease, asleep on his chest lulled by his own voice, puts Julian a bit more at ease.

Nadia actually has a pretty regulated bedtime routine, though it’s not exactly unusual for it to be broken when she’s too bogged down by her duties as countess. She’s a morning person, so she tries to go to bed early but again, she’s often kept up late by responsibilities. It’s a necessary evil sometimes, but when she’s overdoing it s/o would do well to gently convince her to come to bed - the work will still be there in the morning, after all. Nadia always likes to bathe before sleep (save the nights she’s up so late she can barely keep herself from passing out on the spot) as she finds it incredibly relaxing and prefers to be clean before getting into bed. Of course she wants s/o with her in those baths, and she loves to wash their hair and their back for them. Nadia likes to put on lotion before bed and has quite a few scented mixtures of Prakran make: she’s happy to share them with s/o if they’re interested. Then it’s silken pajamas and snuggles beneath the sheets. Often Nadia is exhausted enough to fall asleep fairly quickly, but on nights when her worries overtake her she finds comfort in holding s/o close and rubbing their back as they talk to her. S/o can talk about anything: she just finds comfort in hearing their voice.

Muriel doesn’t honestly have a bedtime routine. He sleeps when he’s tired and doesn’t have work to do, when s/o wants to go to bed and/or when Inanna wants to go to bed. Living alone and secluded from society, there’s nothing to dictate when he should sleep and wake except for Muriel himself - though s/o does introduce a little more structure and balance to his life. Muriel isn’t super fussed about sleeping together at the same times (he’s honestly more used to seeing one person sleep while someone else is awake to keep watch) but if s/o asks him to come to bed with them he really can’t say no. Before he’ll even think of laying to sleep though Muriel has to triple check the locks and protections on and around his hut. He wont be able to rest at all otherwise. After that Muriel makes sure Inanna doesn’t need anything and curls up in bed with her and s/o, listening to s/o ramble about their day and letting their voice help him relax enough to fall asleep.

Portia wakes up at the crack of dawn every morning, so you best believe she’s in bed early. She definitely prefers to have s/o with her so she can snuggle up to them, even if they’re not sleeping, but even though she’s a little pouty if they want to stay up later she won’t force it. If anything’s been left untidy, any dishes left, ect Portia will take care of it before she goes to sleep so it doesn’t weigh on her mind. She also likes to use face masks and creams she got from Nadia before bed; it’s a habit she picked up from the countess, but she’s quite addicted to those sorts of beauty products now. If s/o wants, or even will just let her, she likes to apply the face masks to them too. Portia is always sure to check outside for Pepi, who just about always comes inside so she can snuggle while Portia sleeps. Portia works super hard every day, so she honestly falls asleep as soon as she gets comfortable.

Lucio has the most lavish, extra bedtime routine ever; he also refuses to do it himself. First is his bedtime snack, usually something light like fruits but occasionally something more decadent, like chocolate desserts; either way, he usually prefers to be fed. He has his servants remove his makeup and bathe him, brush his hair, and clothe him in light pajama pants and one of his massive fur robes. His room is to be prepared to his exact specifications before he arrives, which usually just means perfectly arranged sheets and snacks and drinks for himself and s/o on the table. He absolutely expects s/o to join in on this routine, and insists that the servants pamper them just as much as they do him. That is, except when it comes to bath time. After he’s taken care of he probably ushers everyone from the room so he can wash s/o himself: he doesn’t want anyone touching them but him. He won’t *force* s/o to join him if they don’t want to, but he definitely prefers to have them there. Generally speaking, Lucio is a night owl and loves to stay up until the early hours of the morning. However, he absolutely hates s/o going to bed before him so he can be easily convinced to retire early if s/o just says they’re going to bed. On the flipside, if s/o is even *more* of a night owl he will convince them to go to bed with him via whining until they give in.

#the arcana #imagine #headcanons #lucio #asra #julian #nadia #muriel #portia #fluff #characterxreader #gn reader #request #thearcanashenanigans

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writer-or-whatever · 6 years ago

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09.02-09.08: Fics I Read This Week

this is coming two days late. i had it typed up on my computer and i just... forgot to post it? oops. anyway, last week i decided to systemically make my way through the cisco/barry relationship tag on ao3 (though i’m not done) so not only has that significantly lengthened this list but also it’s the first time i’ve read fics from The Flash fandom, even though i’ve religiously followed the tv series since it started in 2014.

Also i am super into Cisco/Barry/Caitlin fics but there are a whole two of them that i could find so if you have any please send them to me, i’m desperate and am going to have to write some of my own to fill the void.

anyway, fics recced below the cut by fandom then by pairing, as always, with fics from the flash fandom at the bottom because there are very very many fics.

Harry Potter Fics:

Draco/Harry:

A Good Boy by bafflinghaze

Due to unforeseen circumstances, Draco’s work goes a little overtime. When Draco returns home, he finds that Harry’s gotten started without him—but only a little, since Harry is such a good boy.

Word Count: 1k

Gilmore Girls Fics:

Paris/Rory:

The Best Of It by dollsome

Paris outs herself and Rory during a televised argument with Michele Bachmann. Peskiest of all is the fact that Paris and Rory aren't actually dating. A documentary crew wants to make Paris And Rory's Modern Stars Hollow Family anyway. Meanwhile, Rory goes slowly and quietly nuts. (And doesn't like Paris like that -- why would you even suggest such a thing?? Not that ... anyone did.)

Word Count: 73k

Notes: One of my all time favorite fics. It’s so good and so well-written and so fantastic and I’m screaming. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry--because you’re laughing so hard.

The Flash Fics:

Cisco/Barry/Caitlin:

((if someone has any more fics than the ones listed below, pls send them to me. i am desperate))

Equipoise by trufflemores

Barry gets sick.

Word Count: 3k

Notes: I love this fic and this ship.

Guardian Doctor by LightningLemonade

Caitlin Snow is more defensive of her boys than even she knew.

Word Count: 366

cw: homophobic language

Barry/Cisco:

escapes, true love, miracles by spocklee

princess bride AU. written (late) for flashvibe week.

Word Count: 22k

Notes: Top ten favs out of any fandom, easily. I mean, my favorite movie as an AU and it does it justice and non-binary!Barry and just yes.

Heartbreak Hotel by RonnieandtheProfessor

Cisco and Barry go undercover to investigate a meta-human that's been only attacking couples that stay in a certain hotel. Barry struggles with the 'pretending' aspect of their mission, as his feelings begin to grow a little too real.

Word Count: 4k

Notes: THIS IS SO GODDAMN GOOD, OKAY!

once i have you, i will never let you, never let you go by coopbastian

Barry and Cisco respond to a meta-alert but one of them gets kidnapped in the process.

Word Count: 3k

Thunderstorms by fezwearingjellybananas

In which Barry does not like thunderstorms, but Cisco is there to support him

Word Count: 300

finding you by craptaincold

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Barold,” Lisa said. “Barry,” Barry said. “Barold,” Lisa said, “A little birdy tells me that you’ve got a crush on him.” Barry was about to take a sip of his coffee, but was pretty glad he didn’t make it yet, because he would’ve choked on it. “Excuse me? I- I don’t, what makes you think that? Did you talk to Iris?” “I didn’t, but I’m sure going to now.” Lisa smirked. “I’m sure she’d have so many embarrassing stories to tell about you.” She paused and rested her chin on her hand. “Plus, she’s pretty cute. Is she single?” “She’s engaged. Don’t even think about it.” Lisa sighed, dropping her grin to a pout. “I have a proposition for you, Barry. Cisco is a sweet boy, and there aren’t too many of those in this world, you know? I’d love to have him for myself, but I hate stepping on any toes,” she said, as if she didn’t rob people for a living, “So, if you don’t step up and tell him how you feel by the end of the month, I’ll be forced to nab him up.” “We’re already dating,” Barry blurted out, mind now a dumpster fire. Oh god, why did he say that? You’d think having superspeed would make him be able to stop himself from saying impulsive things. Word Count: 2k

The Person That You Were (You Cannot Find) by Ecliptic_Fiction

When it's four in the morning When it comes without warning And the Silence drags you down under the tide.

Word Count: 2k

Notes: God, I love this. They’ve got such a beautiful relationship.

cw: self-esteem issues

To Lean On by Ecliptic_Fiction

Tears prick at Barry's eyes at the sight of the man before him, and he can't help but smile at the thought of spending forever with him. "I do," he whispers, squeezing Cisco's hand gently. Word Count: 5k

Where Do You Go (When You Think Of Me?) by Ecliptic_Fiction

Thank God for Francisco Ramon- the saviour of the Flash. Word Count: 3k

...so could we by coopbastian

Cisco is having a hard time on the fact that Leo implied that he and Barry are a couple. Word Count: 1k

What really matters by Saluzozette

It was late at night when Cisco's voice broke the silence in the room. Barry was on the verge of sleep, curled around his boyfriend, his nose buried deep into his hair. Cisco's back was warm against his chest, their fingers glued together and really, the speedster had rarely felt as tired, comfy and happy as he was right now. His mind was already drifting away, but he acknowledged the other man's plea nonetheless. “Barry?” Cisco's voice was alert and very much awake. Far from the comfortable stillness that had filled the bedroom for the last hour. Why wasn't he asleep already? “Hum...” The speedster mumbled, trying to sound a little bit less out of it than he actually was. “I'm gonna do it.” Word Count: 4k cw: graphic descriptions of violence, homophobia, mentions of neglect and abuse

sweet creature, sweet creature by buckybunnyteeth

Cisco wakes up to the quick warm feeling of lips pressing against his own. or Cisco needs Barry to know that he loves him ... without saying that he loves him. Word Count: 3k

It's Not About Winning by st4rlabsforever (omaken)

Cisco wriggles his wrists in his restraints. In the grand scheme of things – or at least as far as kidnappings go – this one isn’t so bad. Sure, the ropes might be chafing his wrists and the blindfold might be messing with his balance, but his discomfort is at a solid three out of ten right now. Just a day in the life of Central City's premier superhero couple. Word Count: 5k

Vows and Promises by daydreamingstoryteller

Barry has made the decision to sacrifice himself to stop the Dominators' attack. But Cisco has some scores to settle with him before he can leave. Or. Another Invasion AU but with Secretly married Flashvibe Word Count: 1k

'Fake' Dates & Not-So-Shitty Acting by twelvexclara

When Caitlin and Julian need someone to go undercover for an event, they ask Barry and Cisco. The thing is, the situation is more complicated than you think. Word Count: 2k

Stars in Hiding by Neuqe

"It is getting rather confusing for all parties involved, and Cisco would prefer if his life did not resemble this much a 90’s situational comedy" Barry and Cisco decide to keep their relationship as a secret. It is not necessarily the best idea. Word Count: 5k

We will find each other by Neuqe

Cisco accidently vibes Earth-2 and learns something new about Reverb. Word Count: 1k

swimming in the sunlight by VolunteerFieryDantooinian

Cisco can feel it, he can fucking feel what almost happened, he almost lost him- But Barry came back. It took a month, but he came back. It scared the hell out of him. Then again, he had a habit of doing that. Title from BøRNS's American Money, which is a total Barrisco song tbh Word Count: 1k

You Love the Limelight Too by PoliticalBloodTea

People won't stop flirting with Cisco. Barry is not jealous. He's not. Word Count: 3k

Decelerate by trufflemores

3.12. Barry and Cisco cuddle after Barry phases the train. Word Count: 1k

That Would Be Enough by UpsideAround

Soulmarks weren't supposed to change. Soulmarks didn't change. Fate must have hated him, because Barry's soulmark had been erased once when he was eleven, and brutally slashed out when he was in his twenties. Word Count: 2k Notes: I love this so much, tbh

Duration by st4rlabsforever (omaken)

“Hey! So,” Cisco says, pulling out the dark blue package from his shopping bag, “I was thinking we could try this tonight.” He tosses it to Barry and tries his best not to blush. The slogan ‘Last Longer. Stay In The Moment’ stares back at him in big, white letters. Or: in which Cisco buys Barry an endurance enhancer, and Barry is not amused at all. Word Count: 1k

Trademarked Kisses by aldergroves

(The first) five times that Barry and Cisco kiss. Word Count: 1k Notes: NON-BINARY CISCO!!!!!!!!!

Mach 1 by RedelliaValentinos

"Can I ask you something? It's just out of curiosity," the boy spun the chair around. Harry gave a hum of approval to go ahead and scooped up his coffee mug. Nothing this kid could possibly say was going to interrupt his consumption of caffeine. "What would happen if Barry went Mach 1 during sex?" Word Count: 838 Notes: Harry isn’t the only one who choked on their coffee because of this.

Another One Gone by superallens

6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” Word Count: 873 cw: major character death Notes: only read it if you want to cry

Locked in the closet by graveltotempo

Hartley and Snart get locked in closet and accidentally get a first row view of Barry and Cisco going at it Word Count: 2k

Insomnia by VenezuelanWriter

Barry can’t keep losing so many hours of needed sleep because he’s too busy feeling like this: hollow inside, weak and anxious. Word Count: 2k

All That Glitters by dancesontrains

The glitter had settled all over his cowl, so he was still breathing it in, and he began to remove it. Might as well remove the already unzipped jacket too...and the trousers, what if they had the particles on them? Clearly whatever was in them wasn't good for him, he could tell that much. Why else would he blurt out something like that to his friend? Word Count: 2k cw: rape/non-con elements

Work by coopbastian

prompt: “I’m singing along to this song and you can’t stop me, so either deal with it or join me.” Word Count: 623

The Hysteria Games by st4rlabsforever (omaken)

Barry and Cisco discover Pokemon GO. Naturally, everyone loses their minds. Word Count: 2k

Gold and Metallic Red by Mikkal

No one can know he likes painting his nails. And, so far, it’s working. No slip ups. Of course, up until recently, he didn’t have a superhero for a best friend. A superhero best friend who can vibrate through walls and forgets sometimes that it’s rude to not knock, damn it, Barry! Word Count: 815 Notes: You can read it as gen if you want, tbh.

So No Memory Remover Machine? by Magicaltally

Team Arrow ships Barrisco, and even if they're not in Central City that won't stop them from playing match makers. Word Count: 1k

Forbidden by unsernameinuse

Dr. Wells has rules about romance in the workplace. No one agrees with him, but especially not Barry and Cisco. Word Count: 808

Ransom by pennflinn

Inspired by the tumblr post, "Imagine Cisco getting nabbed by a villain and they want him to call the flash and he has to explain why he’s saved in his phone as 'Bae.'" Cisco is kidnapped and held as ransom for the Flash, who he has yet to confess his feelings for. Things get awkward fast. Word Count: 1k

It was just a dream by demflashvibefeels

Barry dreams about something terrible Zoom could've done. Good thing Cisco was around Word Count: 194

Side Effects by trufflemores

There are complications when Barry and Cisco share a bed. Word Count: 965

Whenever you need me, I'll be there by PunkyRaticate

Cisco and Barry have been dating for a few months now and when they finally get a day to themselves they're pretty stoked. What happens when Mrs. Ramon decides to call and invite her son over to his folk's house in the middle of their Mythbusters binge-watching session. He agrees to it and now he wishes he hadn't. Word Count: 2k

Ride or Die or Fake Dating by Ihateallergies

Barry needs a favor from Cisco. Word Count: 3k Notes: ICONIC

Barry and Cisco's Love Story by VenezuelanWriter

Cisco recovers from his past relationship with Barry's help and they finally get to a place where they can be together. (I recommend you reading the first two stories for the series before reading this one so you enjoy it even more) Word Count: 7k cw: past relationship abuse

Protection by Neuqe

Barry and Cisco get kidnapped before their date night. Cisco is pissed off for multiple reasons. Word Count: 2k

Vibe-y Patronus by LadyOrpheus

prompt: hey how about flashvibe with barry helping cisco get more comfortable with his powers? Or Barry helps give Cisco the proper motivation. Word Count: 1k

Whoever The Flash’s Stupid Little Heart Desires by TwirlsWrites

At this point, they're just glad that they know there's a way to wake him up. Unfortunately, finding out who exactly Barry's heart considers to be his one true love is a lot more difficult than one would have thought. Word Count: 2k Notes: I fucking LOVE this fic

Cisco Keeps Getting Flowers From A Secret Admirer - You Won't BELIEVE What Happens Next! by TwirlsWrites

“Cisco, look,” Caitlin said, pointing at the Cortex computer. Cisco stepped closer; there was a single yellow flower with a ribbon tied around the stem. “Huh,” Cisco muttered, picking it up, “It has my name on it.” the soft red ribbon had ‘Cisco’ scrawled on it. “Well don’t grab it, what if it’s a trap?” Caitlin said, rushing over.

Word Count: 2k

Notes: The title is a little eh, but the work is AMAZING!!!!!! TwirlsWrites is an iconic writer.

You and I Were Meant to Be (Ain't No Doubt About It) by spoopy_dragons

Francisco Ramon was born with the name "Flash" scrawled across his wrist. The story of Cisco Ramon falling for someone besides his soulmate, but maybe, just maybe, it'll all work out in the end. Word Count: 4k

"Are we soulmates?" by supercala_docious

Cisco started to get memory-flashes of him and Barry as a couple. Word Count: 927 Notes: I love, love, love this

we can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh by buckybunnyteeth

“You’re not gonna electrocute me are you, dude?” A different, much more pleasant shock goes through Barry’s body when a warm weight settles on his lap. Barry’s head snaps back up and he feels his jaw drop at the sight that greets him. Cisco has plopped down into Barry’s lap, miles of beautiful brown skin on display as he is wearing only a pair of very short yellow shorts and a smile. A smile that is curved around a grape Sucker. Word Count: 1k

Sledgehammer by Neuqe

Barry gets hurt and the heart monitor is betraying him or the one where Caitlin is the smartest of them all. Word Count: 3k Notes: I love this and Caitlin and Barry being brotp is canon.

Laundry Day by RedBowBuddha

After Cisco and Barry move in together, Cisco is worried that it was a bad choice for their developing relationship. Barry sets out to prove that it was a perfect choice. Word Count: 4k

((find my other weekly fic recs here.))

#the flash #cisco/barry #barrisco #barrisco fic rec #the flash fic rec #cisco/barry/caitlin #killerflashvibe #flashvibe #killerflashvibe fic rec #Harry Potter #harry potter fic rec #drarry #drarry fic rec #Gilmore Girls #Rory/Paris #rory/paris fic rec #weekly fic rec #Queue is for Quibbler

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galpalaven · 6 years ago

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1-10 too questions for Nya and Shali

thank u ;w;

Nox and Julian

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Ohh, they’re pretty evenly tied there. They are both very clingy and touchy, and it really just depends on the day who is being the Most Handsy in public.

At home, Julian is ever so slightly more cuddly on any given day, but only just. If he doesn’t start the cuddling, Nox will do it because it’s too weird to go without.

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

Nox is actually Big Spoon fairly often, especially when he’s pretending like he didn’t just wake up from a nightmare/isn’t scared of the dark when they’re staying in a ‘haunted’ hotel. When she’s Little Spoon, though, he basically ends up curled all the way around her–she’s never felt safer than she does when he’s got her in his arms like that.

3. Most common argument?

Something about their own self-worth–Julian’s still got that lovely clinical depression, and Nox has her own fair share of insecurities. They’re not so much arguments as they are “Listen to me, you are everything to me. Stop saying bad things about yourself.”

Sometimes they argue about Julian’s sleeping habits, or the fact that sometimes she catches him up like 5 hours before he needs to be up drinking some sort of caffeinated sludge that smells like diesel fuel in her kitchen (it was shortly after the third time she caught him doing this that she purchased an espresso machine and helped him find Real Coffee that he liked because she was worried he’d die of a heart attack before he hit 35).

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

Just… being together, really.

Watching movies on the couch, streaming video games together on the weekends, dancing around their living room in pajamas, sleeping late on rainy Sunday mornings with their fingers in each others’ hair and their breath on each others’ skin. Making out for hours for the hell of it like they’re teenagers again.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Simply by size difference alone, Julian ends up lifting Nox way more than she does him. But she can carry him–and he makes such a funny sound when she does, that she tries to do it more than she probably should.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Oh gOD that’s a tOUGH QUESTION and I don’t think either of them can narrow it down fjdslkfj they will try for you though

Julian’s SFW favorite feature of Nox’s: her eyes–the gold with red flecks that lights up like a smoldering ember in the right light is breathtaking

Julian’s NSFW favorite feature of Nox’s: there’s something in the swell of her hips and the way they cradle his that’s,,, very hot

Nox’s SFW favorite feature of Julian’s: she’s very very fond of his whole face, of course, but his nose especially she finds very handsome

Nox’s NSFW favorite feature of Julian’s: ohh honey that happy trail and the v-shaped hip bones on that boy have been driving her wild for years

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

The weird thing about the two of them is that nothing really changed when they realized they had feelings for each other. They were basically already so close that it was just… the simplest next step in the world.

For Julian, he became more aware of how often he touched her, and how often she touched him back. He started to linger more, hovering, never wanting to be too far away from her. He knew the chances of her returning his feelings were slim to none (because, at the point when he realized he was now Feeling Things, she still identified as a lesbian), but that didn’t mean he couldn’t continue to be close to her.

Nox went through a bit of a panic when she started to feel things, but she is a master of writing shit off, so it took her a very long time to come to terms with the fact that what she was feeling for him was, in fact, romantic attraction. When she finally accepted it, it wasn’t but a few weeks later that she made a move, so… yeah lol

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

Julian’s partial to old school stuff–sweetheart, darling, my love, my dear

I don’t know if Ilya counts as a Nickname for Julian, but it kinda does I think. That’s just the name he likes his closest friends and family to call him, and he asked her to call him that within like… two weeks of meeting her lmao. She’s also partial to sweetheart and darling.

The top tier nickname from Nox for Julian is when she calls him baby–she doesn’t do it often, but every time she does, he just… melts. It’s cute.

9. Who worries the most?

I think they’re probably tied for that and there’s no way to possibly have a tie-breaker.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Oh, they both do. They’re very attentive.

Kira and Tali

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Tali is actually more prone to wanting to hold hands or something, especially after she stops needing the suit. Kira is very affectionate, though, before the suit comes off. She lets Tali come to her simply because she’s not sure if Tali really actually wants this, but after they become an item, Kira is very open about leaving kiss smudges on Tali’s mask.

Tali pretends to be mad about it, but they both know she’s blushing like nothing else under that mask.

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

Kira is absolutely the Big Spoon. Strong Shepard arms are good for feeling safe, especially when you’re out of armor for the first time in your entire adult life.

(plus, when Kira is little spoon, Tali has a tendency to sneeze because hAIR)

3. Most common argument?

“TALI you didn’t disINFECT YET!” “It’s fine! I’m fine!”

and then she was not fine and spent the next day and a half in bed with a fever

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

They like to take midnight picnics sometimes, when Kira’s insomnia has gotten really bad after the war. They’ll take a basket and a blanket and go sit in the desert grass and lie back watching the Milky Way and just talk. Sometimes they kiss, too. Mostly they just breathe and enjoy the fact that they’re alive.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

The first time Tali really had a “oh gIRLS” moment was the time Kira, on a dare, lifted her and her entire biosuit without even breaking a sweat, sO.

That’s not to say that Tali can’t lift Kira, but Kira does it way more often.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Kira is absolutely hopelessly enamored with Tali’s eyes and glowy freckles. And her hips.

Tali likes Kira’s Muscles™ and her hair. And her lips.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Kira went out of her way to talk to Tali more often, spending more and more time down in Engineering just to flirt.

Tali started to stutter more often, rambling because that’s what she does when she’s nervous lol

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

Kira calls Tali ‘Jitterbug’ sometimes because of her tendency to get jittery when she’s nervous. Other than that, they go with the typical ‘babe’, ‘sweetie’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘my love’ stuff.

9. Who worries the most?

Tali, I think, worries more because Kira is a Shepard and being a Shepard means that she’s horrendously reckless when it comes to her own life.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Both of them, also! Especially since they both have to have different types of food with the dextro/levo thing.

otp question meme

#mypunkpansexualtwin #kiana answers #long post #i could put this under a read more but eh #nox pendragon #kira shepard #julian x mc #fshali

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spoondragon · 7 years ago

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Sleeping with the Band of Brothers Boys

I couldn’t sleep last night so this happened instead. ��\_(ツ)_/¯ If I missed any of your faves or you just want to add some of your own sleepy Bob headcanons, please feel free to add onto this!

Webgott

Web tosses and turns, changing his position roughly a dozen times before he falls asleep and then a dozen more after he does. (This is the origin of his legendary bedhead.) The only time that he's truly still - beautiful face slack, mouth predictably agape, drooling on the pillow - is after a good, hard, thorough fucking. Joe woks hard to regularly achieve this result. How else is he gonna get any sleep? A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Lieb secretly loves being the little spoon but he will punch you right in the dick if you ever breathe a word about it to anyone. He tells himself it's because he likes the body heat, which is part of it. He's a skinny fucker and he feels the cold worse than anybody else. But more than that, he likes feeling safe and protected, wrapped in Web's buff arms, his soft body fur warm against his back. But again, fist meets dick if you say a fucking word.

Speirton

Speirs steals the covers. All the covers. The sheet, the comforter, the bedspread, the throw blanket that was on the chair in the other room. He flatly denies it of course, even as he peers sleepily out of his blanket burrito. Tired of waking up shivering, Lip starts bringing his own covers, but of course in the morning those have been absorbed into the blanket burrito too. With a long-suffering sigh, he tells Ron that he might have to start sleeping on the couch or just not sleeping over at all. The next morning Lip wakes up covered in sweat, wrapped up in Ron and every blanket on the bed. He has been absorbed into the blanket burrito too.

Lip is a deep sleeper. Once he's out, he is OUT. He can sleep through anything. A train. An earthquake. A chainsaw. Ron knows. He's done experiments. The only things that seem to wake Lip are his alarm clock, the sun and Robbie. Somehow his tiny cries have Lip up and moving in an instant. Whether he's truly awake at these times, is debatable however. As the bottle of baby formula in the toaster will attest.

Baberoe

Gene is a light sleeper. His time as a combat medic has conditioned him to wake at the slightest disturbance and he does, often. He will jerk awake at Babe's sudden snore or the radiator clicking on and then that’s it. He's awake. Sometimes Babe is startled to see Gene already sitting up in bed, pale and wide eyed, still but vigilant, a thrum of taught energy coiled inside him like a compressed spring. "You're like a damn owl. Jesus!" Babe will mutter, hand on his heart. Gene just smiles sheepishly at him. Babe will then pull Gene down beside him, until his head is on his chest and he’ll tell him all about the crazy dream he just had while stroking Gene's dark, silky hair.

Babe has vivid, bizarre dreams. Sometimes they're bad dreams (Julian reaching for him in the snow as a pack of mutant zombie wolves devour him alive). Sometimes they're good dreams (walking down an aisle made of springy pink Jell-O to a smiling, glowing? Cajun doctor as his family and friends smile and cheer around them). Sometimes they're just... weird (having a heated discussion with Abe Lincoln about snickerdoodles vs gingersnaps while dressed in lady's lingerie). He really never knows what it's going to be. Gene keeps telling him that he should keep a dream journal but Babe doesn't really see the point. He doesn't have any trouble remembering them and Gene’s the only person he wants to tell about them anyway.

Winnix

Dick sleeps in full-on grandpa pajamas, complete with socks in the winter, which Nix finds abhorrent. He doesn't understand how that much fabric can possibly be comfortable to sleep in. He'd rather add three more blankets to the bed than put on one stitch of clothing. Plus, the fact that Dick is denying him access to his glorious naked body is just rude. ("Nix we're just going to be sleeping, what does it matter?" he argues. "Well if you're wearing 12 layers of clothes that's certainly all we're gonna be doing!") However, Nix soon discovers that if he wears Dick out completely with athletic sex, Dick is too exhausted to get dressed for bed, just collapsing in a naked, sweaty heap like God intended. Eventually, Dick is broken of his pajama habit. The socks, unfortunately, are still a thing.

Nix is a night owl and doesn't so much fall asleep as pass out, usually not before 2 am. It's not that he doesn't get sleepy. Dick will see his eyes getting heavy and suggest maybe he come to bed, only for Nix to argue that he's not tired like a petulant child avoiding nap time. Dick goes to bed early but finds it difficult to fall asleep alone in the big, cold bed. Eventually, he tells Nix that he doesn't care how late he stays up so long as he does it in bed next to him. Nix agrees, as he usually does to suggestions involving Dick and a bed. And sometimes, the sound of Dick's steady breathing lulls Nix to sleep as early as midnight.

Luztoye

Luz talks and even laughs in his sleep. The first time it happened, Joe thought he was fucking with him, making some kind of joke about purple detergent that he wouldn't explain. It irritated Joe to no end and he had trouble falling asleep. He was moody and gruff the next morning (even more so than normal for a Tuesday) to Luz's utter mystification. The next time it happened, Joe got so irritated that he turned on the light to confront Luz, only to find him obviously deeply asleep. Joe then starts writing down all the absurd shit that Luz says in his sleep ("Colonel Sink doesn't even LIKE petunias... Only if you pleeeease Mr. Beauregard... Fourteen yellow spinks.") and starts telling Luz about it in the morning. It becomes kind of fun after that, even though Joe still pretends he thinks it's weird and annoying. However, that attitude changes the night he overhears Luz telling Rita Hayworth about all the different ways Joe is amazing.

Joe likes to cuddle. He fucking hates that word but he guesses it's true. Touching is definitely better than talking. It's a lot less complicated. So, when no one else is around, like in bed, he likes to touch. It helps him express things he has trouble saying otherwise. Luz has never fallen asleep without Joe touching him somewhere – a hand resting on his bicep, a leg tangled with his, an arm slung around his waist. Sometimes Luz will fall asleep as Joe traces idle patterns on the skin of his back. That might be the best. Or maybe it's when he plays with his hair...

Bull/Martin (Bulltin?)

Bull snores – loudly. Like, really loud. Buzz saw loud. Jet engine loud. Can-still-be-heard-under-three-pillows loud. At first Johnny hates it and shakes Bull awake the moment it starts, giving him the patented Johnny Martin Don't Make Me Kill You with My Bare Hands look. But after a while the sound becomes an insanely loud kind of white noise that Johnny finds he can't sleep without.

Johnny has been dubbed Sargeant Starfish by the only person on Earth brave enough to do so. Bull is constantly amazed that such a small person can take up such an insane amount of space in a bed. He's not even surprised when he wakes up curled into a (not so) tiny ball at the foot of the bed like a dog. Johnny's been taking up all the space in his world for a while now. Why should it be any different in his bed?

Bonus

Buck sleeps with a teddy bear inexplicably named Mr. Jingles. He doesn't even think it's weird. Which is the weirdest part.

Malarkey sleep walks. And sometimes sleep bakes. He scared the crap out of Muck and Penkala the first time that happened. He wandered into the kitchen and started trying to bake a fully frozen ham still wrapped in plastic. The smoke alarm woke them up thank God, but they put a special lock on his door after that.

Skinny can and will sleep anywhere. In class. On public transportation. In waiting rooms. During car rides longer than 10 minutes (even if he's driving). He doesn't know why. He gets plenty of sleep at night. His brain just seems to see any idle moment as an opportunity to catch more z's.

Perconte wears a mouth guard to sleep because he grinds his teeth at night. His diligent oral hygiene is a result of all the time he spent at the orthodontist as a kid.

Shifty can lucid dream. He didn’t even know that’s what you called it, but there you go. When he was a boy he kept having the same nightmare over and over about a huge black panther chasing him. He came to be real sick of it. So he decided to shoot the thing. Every night before he fall asleep he’d concentrate real hard on what he wanted to happen. At first he’d have his rifle in the dream but it wouldn’t fire. Then after a while it would fire but he’d miss. Finally, after several weeks, he shot the panther right between the eyes. Only, as it fell to the ground it turned into a black sock. After that, he could pretty much decide what he wanted to dream about.

#fun fact a lot of this stuff is from my life #my husband inspired luz #purple detergent is our code for are you talking in your sleep right now or are you really awake?#my dad inspired shifty #he was the boy with the panther dream #my mom was the one who tried to sleep bake a ham #and i have really vivid bizarre dreams #band of brothers #headcanons #webgott #speirton #baberoe #winnix #luztoye #bulltin?#is that what their ship name is?#my writing #long post

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toxoiddiamond · 7 years ago

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T H E B A S I C S Given Name: Nam Jihun Nicknames: Julian, Jules Age: 32 Birthday: June 7th Zodiac Sign: Gemini Birthplace: Aurora, Colorado Current Location: Grand Island, Nebraska Speaks: English, Korean (he is fluent in Korean and always spoke it at home with his parents, but he doesn't speak it much anymore) Dominant Hand: Right Education: He has his Associates Degree in Automotive Technology. Occupation: Before his life got turned upside-down, he was a mechanic, a job he genuinely liked. Now that he's in a new city and planning on staying for a while, he is hoping to find a job in another garage. Vehicle: He doesn't have a car anymore, but has enough money saved up that he could get one off of Craigslist or something if he really needed to. But for now, taking buses and trains has been working out fine for him. Worldly Possessions: He left most of his possessions behind when he went on the run. Now he just has a couple changes of clothes, along with a few other necessities. Pet(s): He has never had a pet before, but always wanted one.

A P P E A R A N C E Height: 5'9" Hair: Slightly wavy and unruly, just long enough that it gets in his eyes/face if he doesn't push it back. Facial Hair: Usually has at least some facial hair, though he occasionally shaves it all off. Eye Colour: A lovely shade of brown. Skin Tone: His skin tone tends to change slightly with the seasons-- darker in the summer, paler in the winter, though he is never pasty or anything. Clothing: At the moment, he doesn't have much. A couple of t-shirts, a couple of flannels, and two pairs of jeans. He has a worn-out pair of combat boots that he wears most of the time, and a pair of even more worn-out tennis shoes in his bag as a "just in case" sort of thing. He also has a sherpa-lined denim jacket, though he doesn't often need it. Distinguishing Marks: A bunch of scars here and there on his body, most of them fairly recent, because for some mysterious reason he has found himself in a lot of fights lately~ Face Claim: Steven Yeun

H E A L T H Physical Health: He's always been in good health, but since he became a werewolf, it's been excellent. He has seemingly endless endurance and stamina, never really gets sick, and is twice as strong as he used to be. The only downside is that he doesn't sleep as well now, though he at least seems to need less sleep than before. Still, he hasn't felt fully rested since his transformation. He's also noticed that his appetite has increased, which doesn't help his food budget, but isn't too much of a problem. Physical Abilities/Limitations: Thanks to his werewolf blood, Julian is almost always warm, and does well even in very cold weather. He is also surprisingly strong, and is fast with good reflexes. However, in hot weather, he tends to slow down and be very lethargic. Addictions: He smoked as a teenager, but had managed to quit in his twenties. Of course, now that he has all these stressful things going on in his life, he has taken it up again. Allergies: No allergies, lucky for him. Mental Health: He's definitely going through some shit right now, what with being recently turned into a werewolf and dealing with all the ramifications of that. He misses his old life, and feels very isolated and lonely.

H I S T O R Y Job History: His first job was working at his dad's used car lot, helping to fix up cars and get them ready for sale, and also helping with some of the office work. After becoming a certified mechanic, he took a job in a small but reputable auto repair shop/garage. Fondest Memories: A family trip to Korea when he was a teenager. A spring break trip he went on with his friends in his freshman year of college. Various memories with his two best friends. Worst Experiences: Being attacked by a werewolf. His first transformation into a werewolf-- he doesn't remember much of it, but he remembers it was painful and he was terrified. And after his transformation, realizing that he had put everyone in his town in danger, and that he had actually killed someone.

C O M M U N I C A T I O N Speech Pace/Style: He's usually a bit soft-spoken, unless the situation calls for him to speak up. He's not exactly a smooth talker, but he doesn't stutter or stumble over his words much either. Accent: American. Even when he speaks Korean, he has a little bit of an American accent. Usual Curse Words: He doesn't curse a whole lot, but he does have a fondness for saying "Jesus Christ" or "fucking Christ" if he's frustrated.

P E R S O N A L I T Y, M I N D S E T, A N D B E L I E F S Personality Type: INFP-T Sense of Humor: Julian is pretty easily entertained. Chances are, if someone tells a joke, even if it's really bad, Julian will at least crack a smile. Habits: Laughs when he's nervous or uncomfortable. Has a hard time making eye contact, so he usually just looks at the floor or off to the side when he talks to someone, or he might focus on the other person's chin/mouth so it at least seems like he's looking at them. Quirks: He has a tendency to arrange things in order of color, or in alphabetical order. Also, there is a certain spot on the back of his neck that he has always really liked to have touched/stroked/massaged, and that has only intensified since he became a werewolf. That is definitely the best way to calm him down or help him relax~ Fears/Phobias: Public speaking-- he freezes up if he has to speak in front of more than a few people, and he absolutely hates being the center of attention. He also hates crowds/being in a crowd, and gets really tense and anxious anytime he's forced to be somewhere crowded. Strengths: Although Julian is usually a bit of a loner, he is very loyal and protective over anyone he does get close to. He would do anything for his friends and family (and let's be real here, he would do anything for Cybil as well). Julian is very level-headed, and often acts as a voice of reason. He is able to take a step back and look at things from a logical standpoint most of the time, and because of that, he gives excellent advice (though he doesn't always make the wisest decisions himself). He's a very honest person, and he wears his heart on his sleeve. Though that is sometimes a weakness for him, it can also work in his favor-- he doesn't lie, and he doesn't play games or try to hide how he feels about anyone. Flaws: Julian tends to freeze up when he's in stressful situations, or if he has to make any difficult decisions. He does not do well under pressure, and always prefers having more time to think through any decisions he may have to make. If he gets really stressed out or anxious for whatever reason, he may completely shut down, not really hearing/responding to anyone, sort of having a deer in the headlights look. It didn't used to happen much, but now that he has significantly more stress in his life, it's been happening more often. Julian kind of has a tendency to blame himself for a lot of things, even if they're not really his fault. This also leads to him being quite a pushover, and forgiving other people way more easily than he should, even if they really hurt him. He's ended up in more than one relationship where he kept getting hurt, but still kept coming back for more. Hopes/Desires: He used to have really simple hopes and desires. Like, he wanted to have his own garage someday, get married, maybe raise a couple of kids. Now, he has no idea what he wants, and is having a hard time accepting that a lot of what he wanted may not be possible anymore. Self-Esteem: At the moment, not so great. He accidentally killed a person, so he doesn't like himself much. It's pretty much all he can think about. Religion: He was raised Christian, but stopped going to church as soon as he moved out of his parent's place. The only time he goes now is on Christmas, just for nostalgic reasons.

R A N D O M Sleeping Position: He hasn't been sleeping well lately, so he kind of tosses and turns, trying to sleep in various positions and get comfortable. Boxers or Briefs?: Boxer-briefs. Day or Night?: He's kind of torn. He used to like nighttime the best, but now he always feels uneasy at night, like someone-- or something-- is watching him. Top or Bottom?: Usually bottom. Partying or Relaxing?: Parties freak him out, so he'd take relaxing anytime.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S Closest Friend: Julian had a wide circle of friends back home, and his closest friends were a couple of his coworkers at the garage, Allan and Isabelle (Izzy). He left without much of a goodbye to either of them, and doesn't plan on ever talking to them again, even though he misses them. Relationship History: His relationships have all been on-again-off-again sort of things, for various reasons. He was taken advantage of a lot and put up with a lot of shit he shouldn't have, because he's a sucker and gives out infinite second chances. One of his boyfriends cheated on him, and Julian still took him back when he came begging, even though he swore to himself he wouldn't do it. So, yeah. Not the best relationship history. Sexual Partners: He's had three boyfriends over the years that he's slept with, and one very awkward one night stand when he was lonely after a break-up. Thoughts About Sex: He loves it, and has kind of a high sex drive. He's usually been the one initiating sex in all his relationships-- not that any of his partners have minded that.

P A R E N T S Name(s): Nam Jinho and Nam Minji Age(s): 60 and 57 Occupation(s): His father owned a used car lot for a long time, but is now retired. His mother buys beat-up furniture and refurbishes it, mostly as a hobby, but she actually makes quite a bit of money from selling her pieces. Religion: Christian Quality of Relationship With Their Child: It was kind of rough for a while after Julian came out-- they told him what he was doing was wrong, that it was a sin, etc. But they've somewhat changed their minds. It still makes them uncomfortable that Julian is gay, but they've done their best to accept him for who he is, and have even asked him about his boyfriends although it's very awkward for them. But they love him, and just want him to be happy, whatever that means for him. Living/Deceased: Both alive~

D A I L Y L I F E Living Arrangements: Julian recently went on the run, and is now trying to settle down and live a low-key life in Grand Island. He's managed to find a small studio apartment for himself, fully furnished, but hasn't yet left any sort of personal mark on the place-- it's very plain.

#character: julian nam #ship: cybil/julian #character sheet

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devoraakss · 7 years ago

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Please, Stay.

you know I had to do it to em

Aveana had a habit of burrowing herself into her books when she was upset. she didn’t remember how long she had been hole dup in the library, trying to forget that fucking smirk on Valerius’ face when he slipped out of Lucio’s quarters.

she knew they weren’t... exclusive, hell Lucio was fucking married for gods sake... Aveana groans, setting her forehead on the cool desk and letting out a tired sigh. She had went and invested herself in this fling and now she was paying for it. the painful clench of her heart as she shut her eyes, fighting the growing lump in her throat. ‘foolish girl’, she thought, ‘you knew this would happen and you still did it anyway.’

The creak of the library doors opening makes her jolt up, quickly wiping at her eyes, erasing the evidence of her feelings before anyone could see. “Aveana? milady?” the timid voice of one of Lucio's servant spoke up, peeking around the bookshelves. “Yes?” She says, turning slightly to look at them. the servant straightens a bit, looking... flustered? “The Count has asked that you be brought to him, milady.”

Aveana suppresses the sigh that threatens to bubble up from her chest. of course he would, she hadn’t seen him in nearly a week, she suspected he was getting impatient. “of course he did.” is her curt reply, and she turns back to the books on the desk.

there is a tense silence before the servant speaks again. “He... did not sound like he was keen on waiting.”

Aveana sighs through her nose, shutting the book she was reading. “I will be there as soon as I am finished here, you can tell him that if you must report back to him.” she says, harsher than she meant to but she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment.

“Of course, milady. I will let him know.” she heard the servant skitter off, and she forced herself to sit down in the chair, trying to keep her hands from shaking as the tears burned down her face. She was going to take her sweet time.

It was nearly nightfall before she made her way to the Count’s wing, by the look on the servants faces Lucio was having one of his temper tantrums. the sound of shattering glass draws her attention as Julian ducks out of the room, dodging a... bottle? yes, it would seem that Lucio chucked a bottle of wine at the dear doctors head. the acrid sweet smell of white wine filled her senses as she drew closer, glancing at Julian as she set her hands on her hips. “Rough night?”

Julian makes a disgruntled noise, straightening out his shirt and picking a pieces of glass from his hair. “an understatement.” he grumbles, glancing back at the doors with disdain, the servants rushing in to clean up the mess, Lucio’s howling echoing down the hallway. “you here to calm him down? strange how he always seems to listen to you.” Julian says, grey eyes glinting with mischief as he raises a brow. Aveana keeps her face carefully neutral, offering no response, which makes Julian frown. “I see I wasn’t the only one who had a bad day.” “I’ll tell you over some wine later. my treat.” she says flatly, watching the servants bustle out of the room. she glides past Julian, slipping into the room silently, her bare feet moving soundlessly as the door clicks shut.

Lucio is sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace, golden hand glinting menacingly in the firelight as he flexes the metal joints. perfect, he only did that when he wanted to feel important. Lucio hardly lifts his head, likely thinking she was one of the servants.

“Done with your tantrum?” She says, keeping her neutral tone as she folds her arms over her chest.

Lucio turns his head at the sound of her voice, expression souring further. “as I recall I sent for you hours ago. it’s terribly rude to arrive late.”

“Cut the shit, Lucio.” She snaps, she was in no mood for his little games. “My, my, Veana, that is certainly no way to speak to your Count.” Lucio purrs, his gaze settling on her hungrily. of course that was why he wanted her here; she was nothing but a good fuck. “do you require me for something? I do have work to do.” she says, clenching her jaw as she tries to ignore the way his gaze was making her feel.

“Honestly my dear do I have to spell it out for you?” Lucio says as he stands, striding over to her with all the confidence of a strutting peacock. his metal arm slips around her waist, pulling her closer as his other hand traces her jaw. she resists the urge to lean into his touch, averting her gaze. “I haven’t seen you in so long... I've missed you...” he says, tone almost sickly sweet as his thumb traces her bottom lip.

it was too much, too much, she couldn’t fucking stand it. he acted like everything was fine and it wasn’t. he was married for gods sake!! “Just-- stop.” She says, making Lucio freeze. she steps back, taking a steadying breath. “We can’t keep doing this.” her voice came out as a whisper, her stomach twisting in knots.

“something’s changed.” its not a question.

She doesn't answer, she doesn’t trust herself. Lucio frowns, tilting his head as he looks at her. “Did something happen? did Nadia--”

“No. No, Nadia hasn’t said anything...” she answers quickly, though she is certain Nadia already knows the exact nature of their relationship.

“Then what’s wrong?” Lucio’s voice sounds genuinely worried but she cant bring herself to tell him that she wants more than just a quick fuck. she wants so much more than that... “I just... I can’t do this anymore... the sneaking around... the lying-- gods, Lucio, Nadia is my friend and you are her husband!”

“that didn’t stop you before.” Lucio says flatly, leveling her with his steely gaze and calling her bluff.

Aveana glares at him, anger stirring in her gut as she stares him down. “You are an insufferable--”

“You love me.”

Aveana chokes on her breath, the words she was about to speak catching in her lungs. it takes a second for the words to register but by then it was too late; he already knew. Lucios laugh is low and smooth, pulling her back to him once again and holding her jaw between his thumb and forefinger. “my dear, did you think I only kept you around as a toy?”

Aveana doesn’t answer, forcing herself to try to breath. Lucio clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Well then I have failed as a lover.” he sighs, drawing his face closer to hers. “Perhaps I should show you just how much you mean to me.”

#*looks into the camera*#the arcana #lucio/mc #aveana #my writing #count lucio #the arcana lucio #this was supposed to beangsty but iGUESS NOT

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Pale lips part, her voice trembling as she finally allows herself to break down - she has no fear that anything she says will leave the room they are in.

“ - - - And after all this time? He could not have written? Sent word to me? Oh no, if it did take - he’s stayed away because he no longer wished to be burdened by me and the girls! “

This, she knew was utter nonsense, even if he had been a sadistic youth - ( Julian Collins and William Perkins had, in fact, informed her of this under the pretense she should not become involved with him ), he had mellowed - promised to change further if she were truly worried that his past was indicative of the future.

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“ I can’t have a brute around my children! Perhaps another woman would be alright with this revelation - but I am not. Though I will not hold your past against you, I will not unnecessarily put my children at risk. You understand, don’t you? “

Blue eyes had looked her over once, the faintest trace of a smile playing over thin lips - He had been so handsome she almost wavered - almost recanted her words with a amicable enough offer to at least come inside, but she had not. Carmilla had been terrified when he simply shrugged and took a step back from the doorway.

“ I completely understand … when you’ve had time to think things over, can I expect for you to send for me? Good or bad news for me, I want to hear it in person … ? “

She had smiled at that. He had not insisted she give him a chance, merely afforded her time to come to her own conclusion.

“ Of course. You can expect at least that much - I promise. “

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She had not noticed how desperately she clung to Estella, tears falling freely even as she tried to frantically wipe them away.

“ They didn’t even send the official death notification by way of telegram - - - Julian and William, ( his dearest friends ), stopped by with it! It was dreadful - - - I can’t even begin to describe it! But, this is what I remember … “

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She had been keeping her post by the front doors, the war had ended after all, shouldn’t Bruce be coming home soon? She’d already spent five sleepless and excited nights planning for his return. Maria had been especially anxious about his return - her expression perpetually pouty as the days had drawn closer. Cordelia had warmed up to him a way she had not thought possible, and she too waited up each night until she could no longer keep her eyes open.

The knock had been around seven o’clock in the evening, and she had been so happy to finally hear it, her heart raced with glee as she threw it open:

“ I’ve been waiting for so lon - “

Her face fell as she registered the ruddy faces of her husband’s friends. She barely had time to ask what was going on before she had ushered them in. Mr. Perkins looked nervously from her to Julian. Julian’s warm gray eyes seemed troubled and foggy as if he’d been drinking heavily before this moment. She reached a hand out for them both, clasping their large sweaty hands in her small clammy ones.

“ What’s happened? I’ve been expect - “

“ Carmilla - “ Julian interrupted harshly, the tone in his voice silenced her own - and for a moment she considered slapping him, if only for being so rude. When he glanced over at William for assistance as he shook free of her hand and moved instead to the desk in front of the fireplace - his hands shaking as they gripped one of the two bottles of spirits she’d carefully prepped for her husband’s return.

“ Julian. you’re scaring me! Please - - - oh, come now! Must you drink all of that when I’ve laboriously readied it for Bruce’s ret- “

Upon the utterance of Bruce’s name, Julian pushed her away from his side furiously - moving toward the window, bleary eyes peering through the mist that had settled upon the estate. She whimpered only once as William apologetically helped her into an arm chair. He poured her a drink, encouraging her to take a sip. This she did considering she was already on edge.

“ Carmilla, this … I - I’m so sorry to be the one to tell you this, but - - - “

William faltered, eyes catching hers as he kneeled on both knees before her taking her free hand firmly in his as if he were a child. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come. Her stomach dropped and she felt sick even as Julian’s voice broke the news to her:

“ Carmilla - - - Bruce has died. Shot by the Germans in the heat of battle.“

She finally registered his words, and then the tears trailing down his cheeks. William stared blankly at him, whispering that he ought not have told her how it happened. Julian quickly shot back that she could handle it and that Bruce himself would not have wanted to keep that from her. Here, she interjected, a cold numbness setting in as it completely hit her:

“ He’s right - I can … I can han - han- handle this … “

Instead, she broke down into a sobbing fit that sent her crumbling into Willam’s already outstretched arms, Julian moving closer, his cheek resting against the crown of her head as they all three stood as sobbing mess.

Carmilla had noticed too late that both girls stood just outside the study door, staring in bewilderment and sadness at the scene before them. She felt weak and useless as she allowed her grief to selfishly consume her - unable to help her children. William passed her off to Julian, stepping away from both carefully, setting down in a chair and beckoning both girls forward. Maria went obediently and he took her onto his knee, Cordelia grudgingly moved forward, stopping next to him, her thumb moving to her mouth - something carmilla had realized was a comfort habit she’d resumed from her infancy. William took a moment to look each girl over, uncertain how he’d start the conversation - and knowing still no one else could exactly help the youngsters make sense of the scene around them.

“ Girls, something’s happened. “

Maria buried her face in his collar as she mumbled: “ Uncle William, I’m scared. Is mummy okay? “

He sighed, heartsick for their shallow naïvety - and for moment he shut his eyes and wished for his own back as he tried to continue:

“ Maria, my poor girl, your mother will be fine - - - but that’s what I’m getting at, you see, your fath - “

“ He’s dead. “ Cordelia said flatly, taking a step back.

Even from a distance, Carmilla could see her daughter building her walls back up - closing herself off again - - - boxing herself into emotional inaccessibility once more. Maria cried out first, wrapping herself around William’s neck and crying just as profusely as her mother.

“ What will happen to me, cordy, and mummy? “

William hugged her tight against him, his saddness for his friend’s family was great - but he could not help but think about his own children now. What if things had been different? Who would have taken care of Agatha, Mary, William Jr, and Maude?

“ Nothing. Me and Julian will see to that, I promise. “

Cordelia moved with a stiff and solemn gait toward the door, never once shedding a visible tear as she ascended the stairs toward her own room, door closing firmly behind her, giving off an audible slam.

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“ They were such good friends - - - I took up with Julian four years later. We stayed together until his death in 1974. I was never actually sure if I loved him or if it was because he was all I had left of - - - “

Carmilla pulled away from her friend finally - drawing a handkerchief from a pocket in her skirt.

“ I’m sorry - that was far more than you asked for. “

She offered a weak smile regardless.

#† Let Me Set The Scene !!! † ( Metas. )

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