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thatfeanorian · 8 months ago

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20 Questions for fic writers!

Thanks for the tag @spiritofwhitefire!!! I love these <3

1. How many works do you have in A03? I just hit the 50 mark with my most recent oneshot!

2. What is your total word count? 285,059 and that's just the stuff I've published on ao3 I'd estimate it's closer to 350-400,000

3. What fandoms do you write for? It's all the silmarillion. that's all that exists. save me.

4. My top 5 fics by Kudos: ahh yes it's plug time:

Make You Mine (the way you should be) is an older Kidnap Fam fic featuring E & E having prophetic dreams about M & M (very fluffy)!!

All The Ways To Love is a completed russingon longfic of mine featuring an arranged marriage AU with Bad Dad Fëanor. Normally I love Fëanor but he just worked so wonderfully as a villian here lol.

The Difference Between You and I is a kidnap fam fic centering around the first night E & E spend with M & M. I love this fic so much and I'm so glad it's in my top 5!

And We Begin Again is my current WIP longfic with modern AU russingon. I am super proud of this fic and it is being updated slowly but consistantly due to the fact that I am a disaster nursing student.

Guide You Softly Slowly Towards The Light is another kidnap fam fic (very super fluffy with only a hint of angst) featuring Mae's love language being cooking/baking and lullabies.

Please check these out and leave me comments if you can I will love you forever!

5. Do you respond to comments? Every single one. They keep me writing and I am in debt to anyone who has ever said a nice thing about my fics. I also often take requests in the comments for what people want to see in the future chapters of long fics because ultimately I am writing a story to share!

6. Fic with the angstiest ending? OOOOH... honestly it's easily When Stars Sing, one of my favorite things I've ever written which has (imo) sinfully few reads. It made me cry while writing it and the TRSB art I wrote it for is stunningly beautiful. It's a Russingon fic (again oops) exploring Maedhros and Fingon's relationship in Beleriand.

7. Fic with the happiest ending? Perfect For Me. I am on my body diversity elves campaign and this is one of the fluffiest things I've ever written. I will def write more stuff like this whether or not there is an audience for it because it makes *me* happy.

8. Do I get hate on fics? I have indeed and it was on the ones where I have written chubby elves. Honestly, I just feel bad for the people who feel like they need to hate on bigger bodies and tell me that "you're slandering Tolkien's idea of what elves are." I simply delete and move on, so don't bother leaving them because they will not stop me from publishing what I want.

9. Do I write smut? If so what kind? I do indeed write smut. Most of it is plot relevant but I do have a few pwp oneshots. So kind of everything.

10. Do I write crossovers? Nope.

11. Have I had a fic translated? I have not but I would be beyond honored if anyone ever wanted to.

12. Have I ever co-written a fic? I did a long time ago with a friend in high school but there is nothing published that was co-written. I'd love to do it again though so if anyone wants to co-author a fic with me (ahem @last-capy-hupping, @arofili, @spiritofwhitefire I'm eyeing all of you intensely) I'd adore that.

13. All time favorite ship? Russingon. All you have to do is look at my AO3 to confirm that.

14. WIP I want to finish but don't know if I ever will? This isn't published but I have a longer Russingon fic about Valinor flirting/getting together that someday I'd like to publish but at this rate I think it might be years and probably a hundred thousand words away.

15. Writing strengths? world building and imagery because I can sit there for hours and describe a setting without adding to the plot even once.

16. Writing weaknesses: writing action scenes and arguments, I always feel like they come across choppy and unrealistic.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I've never done it but I would be open to trying it... the closest I've gotten is writing phrases/words in Quenya and Sindarin in my fics.

18. First fandom I wrote for? I actually have no idea it might have been Percy Jackson with my classy self-insert or possibly Lord of the Rings.

19. Favorite fic I’ve written? That's hard I'm stuck between my current WIP and When Stars Sing (both linked above) although I also really love Your Face, So Sweet, another modern AU Russingon fic about adopting baby Gil-Galad.

Did I miss a question somewhere?? I don't think so but if y'all have any other questions or requests for fics my askbox is always open even if I'm a slow writer at the moment.

Tagging: @last-capy-hupping, @arofili, @i-did-not-mean-to, @jaz-the-bard, @secretlythranduil, and anyone else who wants to, make sure you tag me because I want to see everyone's answers!!!

#fey talks #tag game #20 questions #my fics #my writing

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years ago

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

The BEAUTIFUL art pieces were done by @clownwry and @elishevart ! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭❤️💋

ch.1 - ch.3

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Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

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When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it.

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay.

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance.

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.

#GF #fanfiction #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #ford and mabel bonding #Fiddleford McGucket #dancing #night fever #snow day

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pixiedoodlein · 3 years ago

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I’m so fucking mad that a year and a half into this pandemic I am back to 11th hour debating another year of homeschool. The first stretch of homeschool, in NYC, when the toddler was a baby, and husband was home on unemployment, was good, nice even, a quiet piece of something good when the world outside was falling apart. The next stretch, the Oklahoma stretch, with a particularly climby toddler, husband working 10 hour days, me doing remote contract work, somewhere we had no family around to help w/ childcare, was challenging. I was not always my best self. Some days were delightful, muffins and math games. Other days I was more Miss Trunchbull than Miss Honey, fractions were squeezed in between crying (usually mine) and netflix (way too much of hers), and I held on to any shred of sanity by telling myself “just a little longer, just until the vaccines.”

Well here we are. Husband & I have been vaccinated for months, but the kids aren’t yet. The upstate NY town we moved to is a very small town (pop: 838), was mostly untouched by previous waves. When we got here, I couldn’t understand why everyone was so lax about it- no masks, no panic. Our first day here, when I came home from the market and saw through the window a gaggle of unmasked kids in my living room (the neighbors coming to welcome us, they heard a kid moved in) I almost had a heart attack. In fact, I was so tired from the drive from OKC that for a moment I actually thought I was at the wrong house, that I was hallucinating, because how in the world could there be unmasked bodies in my living room.

Then I started talking to people here. And I realized that the way I thought they were insane for not being deathly afraid of covid, they thought I was insane for being petrified. Because the disease hadn’t hit here; their businesses were destroyed and their kids were out of school (in a rural area with barely functional internet, remote school = a lost year) and their lives were totally fucked up, for a disease that never arrived at their doorstep. I came to understand why they weren’t worried, why here life looked (almost) normal. I told them about what it was like to live somewhere covid tore through, the freezer trucks of bodies on the FDR Drive and my previously healthy 27yld brother so sick with it the first spring he thought he was about to die (but too scared to go to a hospital), my dad’s relative in the next NYC wave on a vent for months and lucky to be alive but may never walk again, the doctors in OKC pleading on the news to please wear a fucking mask because the hospitals were fucking full, and the neighbors stopped thinking I was psycho when I carried extra masks for their kids, and made them put them on, when I took them to town for ice cream. I never stopped masking. But we did indoor dine here (once, BBQ, it wasn’t delicious enough for how anxious I felt) and I did bring all the kids, including my toddler, to a fairly crowded children’s museum in the big (small) city an hour away, where the rest of us were masked but the one with his hands in his mouth, who was all up in other kids’ faces, the one who really should be masked, wasn’t because he won’t leave it on for more than a minute.

Actually it’s a lie to say that I never stopped masking- I have dashed into little stores here, without one, because I’m vaxed! It’s safe here! Covid felt done. We had friends come here to visit this summer. Friends who are vaxed, but that doesn’t seem to really matter enough anymore. We had the neighbors over for meals, indoors (you see, more indoor dining! A minute ago I was just thinking restaurants, but why would plagues only spread in restaurants?). They had us for meals. The girls are a crew, new best friends, making my daughter’s life here so, so much happier, constant sleepovers (their kids were at our house this afternoon; my kid is at their house right now). The parents and grandparents are wonderful, making my life here, and husband’s life here, so much easier, so much better. We help them with stuff, they help us with stuff, there isn’t a day that goes by that we don’t see each other, unmasked. Some of the adults in their household are vaxed; some of the adults in their household are not. The kids are all too young to be vaxed. But it (living, doing shit again, seeing people again) really stopped feeling scary; it really felt like everything was fine, normal-ish, normal-er. The end of the pandemic felt in sight.

I signed my child up for school here. Real school, not mommy school, school with a school bus. She was a little anxious, I had to talk her into it, I sold it hard, I bought her whatever pair of new sneakers she wanted for her new school (she hasn’t had gym class in a year and a half; for a phase in Oklahoma she wore one boot and one sandal every day, why not). She wasn’t anxious about sneakers or covid; she was anxious that maybe she hadn’t learned enough in homeschool (I am not a teacher! I did not homeschool because I am good at it or love it or wanted to, I homeschooled because I was scared of her getting covid at school and dying), that she would be behind. She isn’t behind. I followed the real school curriculum as best I could (as in: sometimes totally and sometimes not at all), and somehow, when I gave her the standardized “real school” test “at the end of the year” (aka the day I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to focus on my work or I wasn’t going to have an income, the day I’d decided we’d done as much as we could and it was time to be done), she sailed through it, this kid is smart. Smart as in needs to be in actual real fucking school to stay smart and learn and reach her potential.

She got excited- one of the neighbor kids is in her grade. The other kid is older- but the school is small, she’d see her tons. She was excited; I was excited. I registered her for school. Her new teacher sent a nice note. We all were excited. She’s never taken the school bus before but the neighbors take it and she’d be fine on the bus with her besties, the bus would pick her up in front of their house since there’s nowhere to turn around up our hill (we are VERY rural), they’d all get on and off the bus together. She has been backpack shopping. We have been discussing what she’ll have for breakfast (honey nut Cheerios), what she wants me to pack for lunch (she says just Goldfish, I say turkey sandwich, we’re working on it).

But now, 18 days before school starts here, I am thisclose to pulling her out, to embarking on another lovely (not), gratifying (not) year of homeschool, because of covid, delta. When we got to our new home in our new tiny town in June, there was no covid here. Now, our county is listed by the CDC as a high transmission area (is there anywhere in the US that isn’t?). 80% of senior citizens here are vaxed; 50% of the total population is, well below the national average. 15 cases per 100,000, in a county of 100,000. I guess this is less rampant than our previous pandemic locales, NYC (currently 25/100K), OKC (49/100K). This is splitting hairs, everywhere is bad. This is what panic does to me: are we better or worse for every decision we’ve made in the past year and a half, every decision that got us here? There are fewer cases here but fewer people and fewer vaccinated people and fewer ICU beds. We aren’t safe even here, but at least we are happy (happy aside from fear of delta death).

I don’t know whether to send my kid to school in 18 days. There will be masks but masks aren’t enough (how many masks do I make her wear? two, ten, a thousand?). This choice feels crazy— in March 2020, when that covid was mostly sparing kids, I yanked her out of school. Now, this covid does hurt kids. How much longer, how many more years, can parents be in this position to make this nightmare choice? What will hurt her more: school or no school? There are vaccines, more than enough in America. We shouldn’t be having to make this choice.

As it is, because of toddler— not because of toddler, because of being a parent to children in a pandemic— my work life, and husband’s, will be severely impacted this year, again. I can’t send him to daycare because he’s too little to leave a mask on (he won’t even leave his pants on!) in a room full of other unmasked toddlers, whose families may or may not be vaxd, may or may not wear masks (there has been a noticeable increase in supermarket mask wearing since we got here, but still not enough, is any of it enough?), may or may not be going to parties and weddings and funerals, daycare providers who may or may not be doing all the same. This means I can only apply to remote jobs, so I can be home with him. Husband has some flexibility, more than he did in OKC, but god forbid he has to work while I have a work call or meeting or work due I didn’t manage to get done at 4am or 11pm when the house is quiet. He can’t bring toddler to work with him, his work is up on scaffold, stenciling ceilings. This will be another year of me muting myself on Zooms while toddler pulls his diaper off and hurls poop at the cat. Would it really be so much harder to also be trying to teach parts of speech to our daughter at the same time? Yes, it would, but I don’t know if I can send my kids back out into the world until they’re vaccinated. I am counting the days, holding my breath, until they can be.

I used to believe in personal choice. I don’t anymore. I want this shit to be mandated, I want the government to line us up and force mRNA into holdouts’ arms, I want it to be required, to be able to function in and interact with and benefit from society in any way, shape, or form. I have been very lucky in the pandemic. Privilege stacked on privilege on privilege, to be fussing over my Zooms in my hamlet. I had been pretty pandemic perky, baking my pies and playing with my pandemic pets and (thinking about) doing puzzles, but I’ve reached my breaking point. This shit could be done, but it’s not, and I’m scared it never will be.

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heybeybey · 4 years ago

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Kismet

Braindumped this yesterday so now you have this fic.

Thanks to @sleeperswakewriting and @anya-grace. They didn't really push me to write this. It's more like 2 people liked the idea and I'm weak for Rivetra so here you go.

Still dedicating this to the two of you for supporting my need for lolo (grandpa) levi + roller skating petra!! 🖤🧡

Pairing: Rivetra | Levi x Petra

Genre: Fluffy romance!!! Tooth-rotting fluff so sweet that I'm gonna write heartbreaking angst next to balance things out.

Summary: The ginger-haired waitress skates over to him, her pink skirt a flurry behind her. She stops beside his table and gives him a disarming smile. "Welcome to Kismet Diner! What will you be having today, sir?"

Okay, so this diner wasn't a shitty choice after all.

Or: 50s Diner Waitress! Petra x Retired Soldier! Levi Modern AU

[Also, if you wanna listen to the songs Levi was forced to listen to in this fic, here's the playlist.]

Sweeter than candy on a stick Huckleberry, cherry or lime If you had a choice he'd be your pick But lollipop is mine

If he's going to listen to another most-likely-already-dead-woman belt out a cheery love song, Levi's sure he's going to finally pop a vein. He grumbles as the next track plays, grateful that this one is more on the mellow side so he can actually focus on his work.

Old school music on loop aside, Kismet Diner is actually pretty decent. They serve good food for an establishment that he thinks is trying way too hard to be a blast-from-the-past monstrosity.

Levi found the place by accident when he was out trying to find a place to work. He didn't feel like spending another evening inside his apartment and thought a change in scenery might help him decompress his mind.

Fucking codes just won't write itself, he thinks.

After wheeling himself around his new neighbourhood for a while, he found that this diner was the only thing open. Having no other choice, he found a spot for himself and settled in with his laptop.

He didn't expect that he'll be returning every night though.

(And that he'd be willing to listen to these cheesy retro love songs every time.)

From behind his laptop, he sneaks another glance at the bubbly server.

He distinctly remembers his first night here. A ginger-haired waitress skated over to him, her pink skirt a flurry behind her, as he settles in his chosen seat. She stopped beside his table and gave him a disarming smile. "Welcome to Kismet Diner! What will you be having today, sir?"

Okay, so this diner wasn't a shitty choice after all, he recalls thinking at that time.

It took him a moment or two to finally answer her and she diligently noted down his order. She flashed him one last smile after she promised that she'll bring his food over in five minutes.

He spent those five minutes feeling like a real creep because his eyes never left her.

It's been a few days since then and he watches her now as she picks up the leftovers from the table in front of his. She wishes a customer goodbye, and skates back to the counter.

"Petra! Think you can extend your shift a little bit? Rico called in sick," a voice from the counter calls out.

"Sure! Her shift's until 1 am right?" The ginger, Petra, replies.

And that's how Levi found himself staying at Kismet Diner until 1 am.

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I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny You came along and you moved me honey I've changed my mind, this love is fine

"I think the customers like this song but I can't seem to place what the title is..." The rush hour has since lulled when Petra wonders out loud to the other waitress who's still in the kitchen.

He remembers this one. The older guys back in the military would belt it out when they're drunk as fuck on days when they're allowed to have a break. Frankly, it gave him a headache every time and he doesn't know how Erwin and all the other soldiers were able to take Pyxis seriously after his one-man concert.

He speaks up without thinking.

"Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis."

"Yes, that's the title!" Her eyes light up and she fully spins to face him. "You're into oldies music?"

Levi blinks, and for the first time in his life, he found his throat dry because she's finally talking to him fuck fuck fuck what will he say what was the question again.

"Uh... yeah, I guess?"

Wait, what?

She skates over to his table, a wide smile on her face. "That's so cool! I don't meet a lot of people my age who's still into the oldies. Even my dad teases me about it."

"Oh..."

"What's your name? I'm Petra, by the way. But I think you already know that," she grins sheepishly, pointing to her name plate. "I know I shouldn't really be talking to you but you're here every night so I thought it might be great to get to know our regular customers more."

He blinks up to her, trying to get a hold of himself before he fucks this up even more.

"Levi."

"Nice to meet you, Levi." She looks at her wristwatch and her surroundings, probably checking if there are more tables to cater to, before turning back to him. "My shift's over but I think you stay up late here, right? Mind if I sit with you? I haven't eaten dinner yet and I'd appreciate the company."

He gives her a shrug as his approval and she beams another smile before disappearing back to the kitchen. Petra comes back after a few minutes, still in her pink waitress uniform but without the cap and she also changed her skates to normal cream flats. She brought along a small bag and she unpacks it after sitting down at the chair in front of him.

What the hell is happening?

"Don't get me wrong. I love the food here but it's a bit overpriced if you ask me," she says as brings out her lunchbox. "Don't tell Nanaba that though."

"Wouldn't your boss fire you for randomly inviting yourself at a customer's table?"

"Nanaba? We go way back high school. She's the one who's pushing me to take breaks actually."

They sit in silence for awhile after that. Levi watches as she munches on her sandwich while he takes another sip of his coffee. Not knowing what to say, he just turns back to his laptop to type away. Petra, on the other hand, seems like a great conversationalist.

"So... what's your favorite?" She speaks up after having few bites into her dinner.

"Favorite?"

"Song? There's a lot of classics that deserve attention but I'm curious which one caught your attention."

Fuck.

His mind comes up blank until the image of his blonde best friend came to mind. Erwin knows about this old school shit. Not surprising because he's more ancient than Levi is.

What was that song Eyebrows belted out again when they went on that dreaded karaoke night? He recalls Erwin singing something after his cheating long-distance girlfriend finally broke up with him when they were allowed to call their loved ones.

"Mr. Lonely by Bobby Vinton stuck with me." He replies, again without thinking. She laughs out loud the moment the words were out his mouth and Levi frowns in indignation. "Oi, if you're going to laugh at my shitty taste in music then you can get your ass off my table."

"No, no." Petra wipes away a tear from her laughing. "I think it fits your grumpy 'get-off-my-lawn' grandpa vibe. What, someone broke your heart recently?"

"Grumpy grandpa?" Pretty smile and bubbly personality aside, he's starting to think this woman's a bit rude.

- - -

He's still back the next day though.

"Good evening, sir! Will you be having the usual?" Petra greets. He gives her a slight nod before wheeling himself to his spot. He watches as she flurries around during the dinner rush hour, skating from one table to another. She never loses her smile, even when one lady was being a bitch after Petra delivers the wrong milkshake.

Unlike the previous nights where he's content with just sneaking glances at the gorgeous waitress, Levi spends the next few hours gathering the courage to make a move.

Petra stayed in his table until closing time last night and he listened as she babbled on about all their menu offerings and how she likes creating the milkshakes and the coffee the best.

He'd like to think that they're somehow acquainted enough for him to maybe ask her out.

A look a-there, here she comes There comes that girl again Wanted to date her since I don't know when But she don't notice me when I pass

The booming music is only making him nervous, the cheesy lyrics is pissing him off and fuck, he really wants to punch the music player off right now.

Once Petra finally skates over to him though, setting down his usual black coffee and clubhouse sandwich, he takes his chance.

"Are you free tomorrow night?"

"Sir?" She blinks at him and he almost melts as he stares at her huge amber eyes.

"Uhm... you mentioned that you have Fridays off," he starts. "There's this fair that will be opening tomorrow night and I thought you might be into that. First day's the best time to go too while the crowd hasn't shit on the place yet."

The more he hears his words, the more he wants to kick himself with his still working leg.

He notices that a faint blush started to color her cheeks, eyes shifting down before she gives him a shy smile.

"I'd love to go with you, Levi."

- - -

"Wow, you..."

"Were able to hit them all?" He gears up to shoot the last can. "I was in the military."

"No wonder you have that cool scar!"

His eyes darkens a little bit at that, mind taking him back to the career-ending moment that led to where he is now.

Petra seems to notice his reaction. "I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"It's fine. It's been almost a year." He cuts her off. This day's supposed to be fun and he's not allowing his PTSD to take over his chances of charming a girl (which was already low at his current state, he thinks).

"That's amazing, son!" The guy manning the booth approaches him. "Feel free to pick any prize for the lady."

Petra looks down to him for approval, asking if she can pick a prize or if he'd rather pick one since it was him who won after all. He gives her a small smile, gesturing towards the display of prizes.

He watches as Petra buzzes around in excitement, deciding on whether she should get the elephant plushie or this creepy clown plushie that caught her attention for some godforsaken reason. (He pushes her to get the elephant one instead.)

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way

"Vanilla is still the best."

"You're boring," she retorts. "How can you only try mint chocolate just once in your life? You get refreshing and sweet dark chocolate at the same time. It's the best combination out there!"

"Yeah, if you like eating your toothpaste," he retorts back.

"Come on, just give it a chance?"

They're settled on a bench right now, his wheelchair parked next to the seat. They take this opportunity to have a conversation while they finish their ice cream.

He learns that she's currently finishing up a nursing degree and that she's working part-time at Kismet Diner to fund her studies. She has an obsession with mint chocolate ice cream, and that she truly loves skating outside of work because she also does roller derby on the weekends (with her boss Nanaba and another girl named Nifa). She's an only child and her dad currently lives in the countryside.

Levi tells her a little bit about himself too and he's glad that she respects his reserved nature. He doesn't tell her about his time in the military, only that he used to be a captain for a few years before he left. He also shared that he used to pursue a degree in Computer Science before dropping out halfway through to join the military. Since he left, his unfinished degree has been useful since he was able to find consistent freelance opportunities as a web developer.

That seems like the perfect job for someone who's anti-social as you, she notes and he gives her an unamused look.

He also finds out that he's actually ten years older than her, and he feels even more like an old man at that moment.

"Hey, I like your grumpy grandpa vibe," she teases him.

"You'd get along with Gabi and Falco."

"Who? Are they your kids?" Her eyes lights up when she takes note of his fond tone before it starts to narrow in suspicion. "You're not married are you?"

"What? Hell no. My hair would probably be gray now if they were." He says. "They're my neighbours. Both... what? 13 I think? They wouldn't stop pestering me since I moved into the complex a few months ago. Those two brats also won't stop calling me grandpa. Do I really look that old?"

"I'd say it's because of the wheelchair but it's actually your scowl that completes the look," she replies with a cheeky smile.

When they're done with their ice cream, Petra rolls him around while he holds on to her big-ass elephant plushie for her. He'd know she's excited about a booth in particular when he feels his wheelchair move faster towards their destination.

Throughout the night, she won them a bag of lollipops once and Petra insists he takes them home to Gabi and Falco. He, on the other hand, was surprised that his military background would be useful for something as useless as carnival games. His fast reflexes and sharp eye bagged them a few more wins, with the last game earning them a free popcorn.

- - -

Before they capped off the night, Petra (the retro lover that she is) led him to a nearby jazz club that she visited once. She insisted that it's on the way home so why not drop by? The atmosphere is more chill than Levi expected so at least he didn't have to listen to another upbeat bubblegum retro track.

"Come dance with me?" She says after a moment of watching the couples on the small dance floor.

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm on a wheelchair for a reason."

"We can work around it." Ever the optimist, she leans down to try and help him stand up. "Lean yourself on me. I'll support you throughout."

Levi obliges, placing all of his weight on his working left leg while trusting the rest to Petra. He has his arms around and he tries to start moving with her.

He almost slips as he takes another step and in frustration, he attempts to sit down instead. "It's no use Petra-"

Petra's hold on him tightened. "Just trust me a little more Levi."

He sighs, attempting to stand again. They do find the right balance and rhythm on the second try and Levi breathes out in relief.

Soon, they're swaying to the music and Levi couldn't remember the last time he was upright like this, except for when he has to drag himself around with his crutch in the mornings.

Put your lips next to mine, dear Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe You and I will fall in love

"Petra?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm not really into oldies music."

"I know. I realized that when you only kept mentioning the famous hits."

"Huh."

"I actually cringed when you said you liked Mr. Lonely."

"Shut up." She giggles at that and they finally sway in companionable silence, taking in the slow beat.

When the music stops, Petra reaches up to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. He feels his face warm up, throat bobbing as he stares dumbly at her.

"Thanks for tonight, Levi." - - -

Levi goes back to Kismet Diner the next day, and the day after that. He's there every night and she's always the one who takes and serves his order.

He'd accompany her as she eats her late-night dinner on his table and he sometimes brings her some cookies he baked that morning. Nanaba would throw Petra a smirk here and there whenever she serves his table or when Petra clocks off to have dinner with him.

"Your captain's here," he once heard the taller woman whisper to Petra once the door closes to signal his entrance.

Levi would order the same black coffee and clubhouse combination that Petra eventually offered him to try other things on the menu. "Come on, it's on the house! Why can't you just try other options?"

Love me tender, love me sweet Never let me go You have made my life complete And I love you so

One morning three months into getting to know each other, Levi wakes up feeling contentment wash over him when he smells that she's brewing his usual order from his own apartment kitchen.

Petra enters his room beaming a few minutes later, black coffee and a plate of pancakes in each hand. He distinctly notes that she's playing her retro love songs on loud speaker again and he's long since given up on stopping her.

She leans down to place his breakfast on the side table and she starts peppering kisses from his scarred cheek up to the affected blind eye.

"Good morning Levi!" He wholeheartedly accepts both the breakfast and the kisses, hooking his arm around her waist and cuddling closer to her as he sits up in bed.

He takes her in and finds that he slightly misses the pink uniform and roller skates she dons while she serves him at the diner... but he won't deny that he definitely prefers seeing her draped in nothing but his slightly oversized white shirt instead. "Morning."

🧡🧡🧡🧡 ehehe send fic requests here if you'd like

#rivetra #levi x petra #rivapeto #levitra #petra x levi #levi ackerman #petra ral #lolo levi #skater petra #rivetra fic #rivetra fanfic #rivetra fanfiction

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dracosathenaeum · 3 years ago

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ofc!!! And I just wanted to add that manacled doesn't romanticize the things per say it's mostly the fans. Like apparently there was this one girl that shifted to manacled like she was Hermione and then complained when Draco treated her like a piece of shit instead of being romantic and sweet like??? Also it's totally true that people like that are in every fandom but there seems to be a lot in dramione because it's very hated because it's forbbiden love or whtv, also no offence to you if you take it and even though I am techinally not a minor either I just feel it's very very weird that Dramione fans mostly consists of adults- Like they age up the characters just to put them through something or sexualize them.. Oh and one more thing I think Golden Boy got taken down because it's on Wattpad and it was around the time when Wattpad was bought and they were 'clensing the app' or smth, and well you can report a story on AO3 almost 99% of the time no matter if it has incest or even worst it doesn't get removed. Also also it's not just manacled. People/The author of 'The Auction' were gonna turn it into a fan film?? The story itself is pretty fucked up, and seeing people making a toxic and digusting relationship normal is to say the least very distrubing. Especially that fic were she is being literally SOLD. Anyhow I think I talked too much woops! I just never ever meet nice Dramione fans willing to talk about it.

i- what even was that first part 💀 is that person okay lmao

no worries about all about the offending part. i write for draco and recently a lot of people have been aging draco up for step!dad etc fics so i kinda get where you're coming from, it happens everywhere. with this like this, just because it makes you or i uncomfortable, it doesnt mean its necessarily disgusting or gross. if they were aging up a minor, then absolutely it's just wrong, but as Draco was 18+ by the end of the books and middle aged by the end, i don't think i could agree with you whole heartedly there.

also i have a feeling you'll never read dramione so speaking as someone who has read hundreds of dramione fics and am an avid reader (ie, i read roughly 50+ a year), having older people in the community makes the writing so damn good. some of these most well known fics were written better than half the ya books ive read. and that's something i probably can't say for many other fandoms (we are not counting After the harry styles fic remotely in the same category)

omg it was Golden Boy yes, jesus what a shit show that was.

as for your last point, there are hundreds upon thousands of books, films, tv series revolving around the topics of sl*very, m*rder, r*pe etc. you could say that Voldemort trying to murder a BABY was equally disturbing. so another work of fiction in this format doesn't change much in my opinion. fanfiction is a work of fiction ie made up. I've read The Auction and i can happily say it's one of the best works ive read and does not portray in the way you think at all. i understand that if you have just read the synopsis and have heard others talk about the premise, you could see it as such but that's simply not true when you read it.

no worries about the rant, i do it a lot ie here. if you actually read all of this than thank you! I'm sorry that you havent had many nice interactions with people who like dramione and i hope that this discussion has been useful in anyway! i know it sounds like im just disagreeing with everything you've said and partly it is but as i can see where your opinion comes from, i hope you see mine

#anon <3 #dramione.chats #zo answers <3 #tw rape mention #tw murder mention #tw slavery mention #dramione

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em-exceeds-change-zearu · 3 years ago

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After finding this blog and going through your Pokémon posts sometime ago, I found the Golden Boy/Golden Dad AU and innocently a question popped into my mind;

“I wonder what would have happened if Bert had remembered to release Ravindra from the stone orb… would Ash have grown up with a prickly yet protective older brother?”

It’s been a few months since then and ever since I’ve been suffering with brainrot from this hypothetical AU. I might try to write a fic just to put the plot bunnies to bed. Thank you and curse you for inspiring my brain and I hope your having a fantastic day!

I AM A POX UPON THEE

but in return you are a pox upon me, oh my god this au will never die and i love it for that, thank you for bringing back the brainworms and i am very glad that you care very much about this au

anyways, i hope you know that I too, have considered the "what ifs" of this kind of AU as well? here's the main takeaway from this:

bert still takes like 50+ years to do this, because that is the normal amount of time to put a semi-immortal legendary baby in time out. he does not realize how much 50 years is to a human person until he untransforms ravindra and has to deal with the kid immediatly trying to bite off his ankles

ravindra, understandably, takes a long time to forgive dear old dad for. all that. but seeing the direct results of what happened (the burned tower incident, the Pokelantis Empire in its decline and disappearing, etc) does in fact help him come around. Eventually. Give him a century or two.

the downside of this is that Ravindra is even MORE of a people-hater than Berthold, if one can believe that. after all, the base of bert's tragedy with Pokelantis and the Burned Tower is that Bert truly loved humans and their potential, and he's never able to completely let go of that lingering hope - hence the legends saying that Ho-Oh will appear before a person with pure heart. Ravindra, on the other hand, had only largely negative experiences with the people who raised him, given that he was raised as a status symbol to the point where even his mother began to take advantage of him. Being raised in isolation and retroactively realizing that was done with the intent of being only used as a puppet ruler does a lot to a dude.

yes this means he is SUPER prickly towards delia at first. he does not trust like that. he fully believes that she would sell him and ash for a single corn chip if given the opportunity. he's so conflicted because he wants bert to leave her but he doesn't want bert to make the same mistake in not being part of ash's life that he did with him. obviously this belief whittles over time because you can't not love delia, but it does take a LOT of time, and also maybe a mishap where he runs away with ash, once, because somebody has to make the correct decisions around here,

the funnier thing about this is that Bert is actually maybe a little more human-savvy this time around. like, more emotionally prepared to raise a kid, i mean. because he had ravindra for like, thousands of years at this point. he is actually Not An Overbearing Pompous Dad and maybe kinda cool? (he is not cool at all, actually)

ash on the other hand? ravindra would die for this kid. he absolutely adored ash the moment he laid eyes on him. he wants the world for this boy, he would burn the world to cinders if it ever hurt him, except he can't because that would make ash sad. that's his brother now. he maybe tries to dissuade ash from trying out a pokemon journey because why would you want to live as a People, but ash is very YOLO about this. he can only grow to be one hundred once big brother let him be a people with a normal age first

as an aside i have no idea if you were ever in the discord where I shared brainrot thoughts once, but I mentioned once that I decided to make Ravindra a shiny Ho-Oh, because the muted silver-and-gold colors reflect his faded plumage from being sealed away for so long. it also reflects in his human appearance as well - he's somewhere in between Bert's dramatically tanned skin and gleaming golden hair + reddish-brown eyes and Ash's own dark hair + deep brown eyes. so he's got faded silver hair and faded golden-brown eyes - he looks old, and almost wraith-like compared to the other two despite his youthful appearance. This AU version of Ravindra doesn't look nearly as faded since he's only been sealed for 50 years, though, so his silver hair and gold eyes are much more vibrant, and definitely resides somewhere between ash's wild birdnest fluff and bert's perfectly straightened locks.

anyways thank you for sharing in the brainrot, i would LOVE to hear your thoughts on this, i just woke up to see this so forgive me if i don't sound particularly coherent

#ask shenanigans #golden boy au #golden dad au #joyndread #pokeani #pokemon #this au never fucking dies now does it. god bless

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lassieposting · 5 years ago

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What do you think it says that in S1 Lucifer didn’t really have an emotional reaction to Amenadiel wanting/trying to kill him? Manipulating, yes. But not killing? Seems like killing would be the worse of the two, overall.

OK SO

it depends on when in s1 you mean, because his reaction evolves over the season. so let’s start with very, very early on in s1 lucifer.

this is a man who’s spent the vast majority of his life in hell, in a culture built on violence and power plays. this is a man who’s been on earth for five years and only really formed surface relationships with the people around him - he clearly cares about delilah in his stilted, emotionally backwards way, but they aren’t close the way that he’s close with linda and ella and even dan, and it’s implied he hasn’t really seen her since she stopped working for him.

this lucifer is deeply traumatised, terrified of rejection, burying himself in sex and drugs to try and cope, and has an entire lifetime of being told how awful and worthless he is keeping him from really connecting with anyone.

(my personal headcanon is that baby demons will actually attack and kill their weaker siblings in the nest, eliminating the competition for food, so actually, fratricide would not be as unthinkable to lucifer as it is to us. more kind of...vaguely distasteful.)

pretty much every relationship in hell is skewed towards the dark and aggressive. look at maze, lucifer’s oldest and closest friend - their fights are vicious, they don’t communicate well at all, they resolve conflicts mostly by beating the shit out of each other...my point is that this lucifer not only expects the people around him to hurt him, he accepts it as normal.

(it’s also worth noting that amenadiel’s hatred for lucifer is obvious whenever they interact - he’s treating luci the way he does deliberately, because at this point he sees lucifer as The Reason Everything Went Wrong. lucifer, on the other hand, swings between deadly serious ( “don’t threaten me, amenadiel. you don’t want to start a war.” ) and being almost playful ( “and you, my friend, can go to hell.”

sometimes it’s a genuinely hate-filled exchange. sometimes lucifer is just being an annoying little shit of a baby brother, hell-style. which, to amenadiel, comes across as open hostility, and deepens the dislike between them.)

it’s important to understand, i think, that lucifer at this point is? basically shut down. he’s closed off all the parts of him that are gentle and loving and good, because those parts of him will either get him killed or pull him apart in hell. he’s running survival.exe, and everything else is closed. he doesn’t trust anyone, keeps his friends close and his enemies closer, and believes everyone is out to get him because for most of his life they were. it’s been five years since he left hell, but he hasn’t moved on from the trauma at all. he’s stagnant.

so at this point in his life? he sees his relationship with amenadiel as normal sibling behaviour. so yeah, no reaction to amenadiel trying to kill him. just sort of, sigh, brothers, amiright? he can’t afford to care, can’t afford not to expect that from amenadiel anyway. he doesn’t know how to stop living in the past.

and then he meets linda.

and suddenly we have a lucifer who is starting to get to grips with his own emotions, starting to get some much-needed perspective on what is and isn’t normal. i don’t think he actually realised just how abusive his family - not just dad, but his siblings too - were until he let linda in.

he bonds with chloe, and for the first time he’s got someone in his life who chooses to support him, who doesn’t take his shit but doesn’t go for his throat either, and now he’s starting to learn the give-and-take nature of a normal, healthy relationship. he watches her with trixie, with dan, and starts to understand what family ought to look like. he’s soaking shit up like a sponge at this point and he’s realising that his family isn’t normal.

he puts his fist through linda’s wall, the only way he knows how to express how angry and hurt he is by what she’s saying to him, and she keeps seeing him anyway, and he starts to realise that he’s never had that kind of support from his own family, and he should have, and it hurts.

and we start to see him react to amenadiel differently. he goes to amenadiel to ask for help retrieving his wings. that’s the first time we’ve seen lucifer treat amenadiel like a big brother. and amenadiel flings it back in his face ( “clean up your own mess, for once.” ). lucifer wants the sort of relationship he knows he should have with his brother - the human idea of a good sibling relationship - but amenadiel has also been his primary abuser for eons. the trust isn’t there, they don’t know how to care about each other, they’re both dealing with trauma and grief over lucifer’s fall, there’s so much going on there.

(and amenadiel is beginning to change too, though much slower than lucifer. they banter a little in this episode. he’s very much the exasperated older brother at a few points, but without the loathing from episode 1. linda is already affecting him, too, in very subtle ways; she’s showing him it’s possible to care about lucifer.)

and by the time we have malcolm telling luci that amenadiel sent him to shoot him, he definitely has an emotional reaction ( “so my holier-than-thou brother sent someone to kill me! well, this really is opposite day.” ).

by now, we have a lucifer with a support system. we have a lucifer who’s been sat on linda’s couch for months(?) having his pain and his fears and his trauma validated, and learning how to deal with the fallout. we have a lucifer who knows what family should look like, who knows his brother is treating him badly, and that it’s not normal, and that it’s not okay. and he’s hurt. he’s frustrated. he’s angry.

(he’s also putting on a front, because he thinks he’s mortal and someone is pointing a gun at him. and when lucifer is threatened, he makes himself as big and intimidating as possible and bluffs. he doesn’t have time to really sort through his feelings about amenadiel, because he’s focusing on trying to scare malcolm off with his devil face)

i think this - the end of s1 - is really where their relationship began the long slow process of healing. lucifer wants to get in a fight with his brother against campolongo’s men. amenadiel takes the olive branch and there’s even a semi-affectionate moment when it’s all over ( “and to think we spent all those millennia fighting each other.” ). lucifer stops chasing malcolm to try and save amenadiel’s life. amenadiel realises he’s responsible for his own actions and tries to right his wrongs. and lucifer admits fear in front of his brother and shares the burden of their mom having escaped.

(and can i just scream for a second about how good lucifer is? he’s been rejected and reviled and treated so badly so many times and yet he still keeps reaching out, keeps trying to help his brother, and it hurts my heart so much)

(also i love the progression of this relationship so much, how you can see the tiny little steps they’re taking towards a human-standards Good Relationship. amenadiel's realization that he’s been a terrible big brother and his awkward attempts at being a better one, offering lucifer advice and reassurance. lucifer - trust issues personified - in turn tentatively starting to ask for amenadiel’s input and beginning to trust him more ( “am i boyfriend material?” )

the backslide when amenadiel tells lucifer he loves and supports him and lucifer panics and lashes out hard, because receiving unconditional love from a family member is so alien that the alarms in his head, honed in hell, are screaming wrong wrong wrong wrong and amenadiel’s sad but accepting reiteration that he understands what lucifer is doing and loves him anyway. these two??? kill me)

SO ANYWAY TL;DR: he didn’t react because he was shut down and his Normal Meter was 50 shades of broken. also i have a lot of feelings about amenadiel and lucifer and i love them so much so this got kinda off track sorry

#lucifer on netflix #lucifer on fox #netflix lucifer #lucifer morningstar #amenadiel canaan #lucifer meta #lucifer headcanons #celestial family #a+ celestial parenting #they are SOFT i have FEELINGS #this is rambly as fuck sorry

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bytheangell · 4 years ago

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Grow as We Go

Flufftober Day 26: Garden (Read on AO3)

“I’ll kill whoever did this to you,�� Raphael says, walking out of the small tarp-covered area of his yard by the fence along the property line. He’s holding a long section of vine he had to cut from one of the tomato plants inside, now dying and riddled with holes from being eaten through. “I’m going to kill them for you, don’t worry. I’m going to find every son of a bitch who ever hurt you, and their parents, and their children, and I’m going to end each of their lives individually until--”

“Oh thank god,” comes a relieved voice from the fence. Raphael startles, looking up to see the figure of his next-door neighbor peering over the top of the fence. “Sorry, I just, uh, overheard your increasingly horrifying threats and thought you might secretly be a mob boss someone crossed or something. But you’re just talking to a plant.”

Raphael glares down at the tomato plant again, buying himself enough time to neutralize whatever expression he might have on his face over his mortification of the first encounter with the guy next door (outside of exchanging names and a few courteous ‘good morning’s in passing) being this.

“Sorry,” Raphael says, but in a ‘sorry you overheard’ and not a ‘sorry I said it’ way. He has to vent his frustrations in some way that isn’t snapping and ripping up the tomato plant entirely, after all. He’ll be the first to say he never gets embarrassed, but if he did this would come pretty damn close.

“It’s all good. I’m just glad you aren’t trying to wipe out generations of human beings over there,” Jace says. “Bug problem?”

“Yes,” Raphael grumbles. “I don’t even like tomatoes, but Simon loves them, and I’m trying to grow him a garden for his birthday and failing miserably.”

“I’m actually really good with plants, and I had a little greenhouse at my last place. I could come over and see if I can help?” Jace offers.

Raphael immediately shakes his head. Not only does he not want to take advantage of his neighbor’s kindness, but he also very vividly recalls the conversations with Simon about how Simon may have … other interests regarding Jace for them. Once they all get to know each other a little better, of course. Raphael doesn’t want to ruin that potential by abusing Jace’s kindness now… and he was actually hoping Simon would be the first of them to make any actual connection with Jace. Raphael is, to say the least, not great at winning people over.

“No. That’s way too much work, I couldn’t-” Raphael starts, but Jace is already waving his refusal off.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure one day I’ll need help with something and you can pay me back, isn’t that how neighbors work?” Jace smiles. “Anyway, I actually kinda miss it, it’d be nice to make sure I haven’t lost my touch.”

“Alright,” Raphael agrees finally, hoping Simon will forgive him for taking a chance on this, and praying he doesn’t mess it up. “Maybe you can start by figuring out what keeps eating the goddamn tomato plant?”

---

Jace wasn’t just lying to get invited over, he’s actually very good at gardens and plants in general. He starts to go over in the early mornings while Simon is sleeping in to help Raphael with natural bug repellant tips, homemade fertilizer tricks, and even pruning and general upkeep techniques that Raphael never saw on any of the websites he looked into.

And yeah, okay, maybe Jace is helping in large part because of his ridiculous crush on Simon. And yeah, okay, maybe this is an increasingly terrible idea, because the more time he spends around Raphael and his particular dark, sarcastic humor, the more he realizes that he and Raphael get along really well. Like, really well - they’re similar in a lot of ways, which normally doesn’t work out for him, but in this case, Jace finds himself completely enamored with the guy who can match his sarcasm with dry wit and clever comebacks without missing a beat.

This is extra unfortunate because this all started because Jace wanted to help do something nice for Simon, who seems like a really nice guy from the few times he met him, one of those ‘you just want to see him happy because he deserves it’ sort of people. Now Jace has to admit his crushes on his neighbors have now quickly evened out from Simon-heavy to a solid 50/50 split between them… not that it matters.

Because Simon and Raphael are very much in love, that much is obvious from everything Raphael says about them, and Jace is not a homewrecker.

Jace is, however, apparently a gardener now. He settles for being happy to help with a gift for Simon and ease Raphael’s frustrations in the process, even if his relationship with his neighbors will never be anything more than casual, neighborly friendship.

Going over once a day (“Just to keep an eye on things, look out for signs of other invasive bugs before they get out of hand, you know.”) is absolutely not necessary, but Raphael doesn’t call him out on it. In fact, Raphael’s been giving him a lot of compliments lately, from the new set of suits he’s been wearing to work to the piano playing he heard through Jace’s open window the other night. There’s also the fact that Raphael is often already there waiting for him in the morning, and if Jace didn’t know any better he’d think Raphael almost seemed eager for their daily interactions. Jace just chalks it up to being eager for the garden to work out - for Simon and all.

Speaking of Simon - it doesn’t take long for Simon to figure out when Jace is normally outside, either to meet with Raphael or to go to and from work. At first, it’s just casual greetings and small talk, but soon he’s prying for information, and Jace smirks.

“Oh no you don’t. If you think a little eyelash batting and puppy dog eyes is going to get me to spill Raphael’s secrets, you’re sorely mistaken,” Jace says, shaking his head.

Simon pouts, and it’s infuriatingly adorable. Jace has to admit to himself that under any other circumstance the look would be more than enough to get Jace to tell Simon anything. Then Jace catches his eyes lingering a bit too long on those pouting lips - and he’s pretty sure Simon does, too.

“I have to go,” he says, tearing his gaze away quickly and turning to go back inside without another word.

The next day Jace catches Simon trying to sneak around to Jace’s side of the fence in the hopes that he could see anything inside the tarp-covered area of Raphael’s makeshift greenhouse. Jace goes outside quietly, moving silently up behind him.

“Isn’t this trespassing?” Jace asks, causing Simon to jump a foot into the air.

“It, uh, isn’t what it-” Simon starts guiltily.

Jace shakes his head. “Your birthday isn’t too far away. I promise the surprise is going to be well worth the wait. Also, I think Raphael might actually murder you if you peek now, and then murder me if he finds out I let you.”

Simon laughs at that, but to his credit, he also backs away from the fence and towards Jace. “Wow, you already know him so well,” Simon jokes, but Jace can’t tell if the hint of jealousy he thinks he hears there is real or imagined.

“Not really,” Jace is quick to insist, and now he can’t read the expression on Simon’s face at all. In a moment of panic, Jace decides the best course of action is to try and spend more time getting to know Simon, too, instead of just spending less time with Raphael. “Hey, do you want to come in and grab a drink?”

Simon looks surprised by the sudden turn in the conversation, but he nods finally, a small smile spreading across his face as he accepts the offer.

---

The inside of Jace’s house has a sort of classic elegance to it that Simon hadn’t been expecting - but maybe it was influenced by the baby grand piano in the living area that Simon knows, even if it looks older and probably refurbished, had to run Jace a couple grand at least.

“May I?” Simon asks, motioning to it, and Jace nods.

“Go ahead,” Jace says as Simon takes a seat, and messes around with a few simple chord progressions just to test it out. “Raphael told me you play - that and guitar, right?”

Simon nods, playing a small portion of a song he knows from memory. “Yeah. Nothing like what you can do, though,” Simon admits, glancing at the sheet music in front of him that he can only barely begin to process.

Jace shrugs, wandering off to the kitchen to make drinks, raising his voice to continue talking as he does. “My dad was kind of a hardass about learning. I almost gave it up a little while back, actually. But I decided to pick it back up recently.”

Simon can tell there’s a story there, but he doesn’t pry when Jace keeps the details vague.

“Well, for the sake of my frequent dinner serenades, I for one am glad you did,” Simon says, getting off the piano bench and joining Jace in the kitchen.

They talk for a while, and Simon doesn’t tell him that Raphael’s already told him a lot of this, not sure how Jace would react to the idea of the two of them talking about him as much as they do sometimes. They talk about new things, too, like music and how they both came from growing up in cities, and Simon’s pop culture references often go right over Jace’s head but by the end of the night Jace has a small notepad page filled with bands and movies to check out.

“Seriously, I have so many DVDs, if you ever want to borrow something just come over and ask,” Simon insists for the 3rd time as he leaves. “We can even have movie nights!”

“I will,” Jace promises, and Simon sincerely hopes he’ll follow through on that.

It isn’t the last time they have drinks together. In fact, ever since that first invitation Simon has been strategically placing himself outside when he knows Jace is around at night, striking up a casual conversation, and getting an invitation to come in for a drink if he wants that’s turned into just a standard nightly nightcap. Each time he sits closer to Jace on the sofa as they talk, each time his lingering touches on Jace’s back, or arm, or somewhere more or less harmless, linger a little bit longer.

Two nights before his birthday, Simon practically sat in Jace’s lap while they talked, and he’s pretty sure his hand rested on Jace’s thigh for a solid 20 minutes without either of them acknowledging it around their easy conversation about the first Star Wars movie which Jace just watched, at Simon’s insistence.

“Raphael, he’s wonderful,” Simon whines, throwing himself down on the bed dramatically after he gets home. “He watched Star Wars for me,” Simon adds as if that fact alone proves his point.

“I know, Si. And we haven’t exactly been subtle, but every time I think he’s finally leaning into the idea he pulls back twice as far. But I’m positive he feels something there, you should see how red his ears get when I compliment him,” Raphael says, laughing a little.

“Raph! Be nice!” Simon says, smiling.

“I’m just afraid asking him now will make him double-down on pulling away,” Raphael admits. Simon sighs and the conversation drops for the night.

When Simon’s birthday rolls around the reveal of the thriving garden is better than he ever expected. It’s beautiful, he’s already excited to get to help take care of it now, and he’s wanted to grow his own cooking ingredients for ages! It’s perfect, not that he expected his gift from Raphael to be anything but perfect, but the garden really is above and beyond.

But there’s one thing that would set the night over the top, and Simon decides to risk everything for the chance of it. He heads over to Jace’s house to knock on his door.

---

The last person Jace expects at his door is Simon. He’d resigned himself to a night in alone, perhaps flicking through Tinder for a hookup to distract himself from the fact he’s missing his daily interactions with Raphael and Simon way more than he should be now that it’s Simon’s birthday and the gardening project is over.

“Simon? What are you doing here?” Jace asks, surprised. “It’s your-- I mean, Happy Birthday! But also shouldn’t you be celebrating?”

Simon nods. “I should. I am! But we wanted to know if you’d like to come over and celebrate with us?” Simon asks. “We’re cooking with veggies from the garden, and you can stay for drinks… or the night if you wanted.”

The night? There’s absolutely no way that means what he thinks it means, but they live next door to each other, why would Jace spend the night otherwise?

Jace shakes his head. They probably just feel bad for him being over here alone again, but he’d been alone plenty before they became friends, he’s used to it.

“I couldn’t impose-”

“You aren’t. We want you there. Both of us,” Simon emphasizes, glancing to where Raphael leans against the front door of his own house, waiting. Simon appears to brace himself before reaching out and taking Jace’s hand in his, giving it a small squeeze, and then very quickly shifting up onto his toes to give Jace a quick kiss.

Dozens of moments replay in Jace’s head during the split-second of that kiss - casually flirty comments and lingering touches he wrote off as just being overly-friendly as they happened because he’d mentally tossed Simon and Raphael in an ‘unavailable’ box. But now…

“Oh,” Jace says, the realization dawning on him. He can feel his heartbeat quicken in his chest. Chancing a quick glance over at Raphael Jace sees him unmoved, watching expectantly and entirely unbothered by the fact that Simon just kissed him.

“You don’t have to, obviously. You could just come for dinner? Or-” Simon is starting to ramble in Jace’s prolonged silence.

“I could,” Jace starts, his brain still racing to process everything that just clicked into place but not wanting Simon to think his silence is a ‘no’ because it definitely isn’t. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting… yeah, that sounds good. That sounds great, actually,” Jace finally manages and watches Simon practically melt with relief.

“See, I knew asking you now wouldn’t scare you away!” Simon says victoriously. Jace is still too shocked to do anything other than laugh at that before Simon continues. “You can come over now if you want! We picked so many great things from the garden, and Raphael picked up some things from the market, and...”

Jace closes his door and follows an eagerly chatting Simon across their lawns to where Raphael waits, excited for whatever tonight - and hopefully the days that follow - might bring for the three of them.

#raphael santiago #simon lewis #jace herondale #rjs #shadowhunters #raphael x jace x simon #a requested pairing but let's be real i was going to write them anyway #RJS WHY YOU ALWAYS GOTTA GET THE BEST OF ME I WANTED TO KEEP THIS SHORT #2.5k later fjdskljfdskl #flufftober 2020 #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #long post

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dianapana · 4 years ago

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SasuHina Month 2020- Day 9

Prompt-Prolonged Embraces

The exam had been awful; the questions were formulated in such a way that they were confusing to begin with but the subjects they asked about were also very difficult and hard to cover in 50 words. They had over 30 questions and barely an hour and half to finish, much like her, everyone else walked out of the room with their head bowed looking at the ground and doing everything in their power not to catch someone’s eye in case that person thought to strike up a conversation about said exam. They were also all moving in slow motion and zombie-like. The teacher had been cruel, Hinata had attended all classes, did all the extra work and studied as much as she could. Last night as she was looking over everything one last time, she felt hopeful and sure of her knowledge. When Ino quizzed her, she made no errors. But she barely had time to think so she wrote the first thing to come to mind; she didn’t even have time to look over everything before handing in the exam. Thankfully this had been her last exam this semester, this year and this University experience. Ino finished her exams two days ago and she wanted to go out and celebrate, but Hinata wanted to go home and take a 10-hour nap, wake up eat and then go back to sleep.

“I got out. Not 1 word abt it.” Hinata texted Ino and the blonde replied almost immediately witch a bunch of sad emojis.

Her first stop before going to the apartment and cry a little to let out her frustration and make herself better, was a fast food restaurant, she needed food and fast; thus the location. There was only one person in front of her so she was able to order her sub pretty fast. She sat herself at one of the empty tabled to eat half of it in a hurry. The other half she packed and put in her bag; she’d keep that one for later to eat after waking up.

Ino was in the living room on the sofa applying some more lipstick when Hinata walked in. Ino looked at her with sympathy and gave her a big hug.

“I’m sorry it sucked.” The blonde said but didn’t address more the topic because she knew Hinata didn’t really want to talk about it “What are you gonna do? Do you want to come with me and Sakura to a party?”

Hinata only shook her head. “I’ll go party with you this weekend, now I just want to sleep and forget everything I learned” Ino laughed

“Ok babe, but if you change your mind just shoot me a text and I’ll let you know where I am” The blonde said as she checked her reflection one more time before picking up her fanny pack and putting it around her waist. “Whoever decided to bring these back into fashion was a genius. I have my phone, money and keys in there and I won’t have to worry about losing my clutch or whatever the whole time” Ino’s gratefulness to the fanny-pack-Gods has been something she expressed whenever she went out in the past year.

Hinata went to the fridge and put the remaining half of the sub before kissing Ino’s cheek and dragging herself up the stairs. Before sleeping she decided to take a bath and relax. The tub filled slowly with hot water and she even decided to use one of her citrus bath bombs and some lemon oils. Before stepping into the water, she went to fetch her phone and played some music in the background. The moment she was fully undressed and in the water her muscles started to relax. Her brain started to wander; how she wished Sasuke was there, he would be able to distract so easily. Her body was indeed starting to loosen up but her brain was still overthinking everything about the exam from her actual answers, to how she wrote, wondering if the teacher could even read her scribbles at all especially since she rushed so much. She wrote her name right…?

Shushing her thoughts, she started to wash her body and hair slowly but even as she was rinsing her hair for the second time her brain was still spinning in circles. The bath didn’t seem to help so she got out of it much faster than she wanted. Dressing in her most comfortable pj which were a pair of loose shorts and one of Sasuke’s t-shirts she went to bed after drying her hair for a while; it was still damp but she was too tired to care. She almost wanted to force herself to cry a little because she always felt better after crying but no tears came so she did the next best thing, closed her eyes and thought of Sasuke; of his soft hair under her fingertips, his beautiful eyes when he looked at her, his soft lips as they traced her neck. She fell asleep with Sasuke on her mind and her mind gripped onto that thought and continued it into her dream.

In her dream they were having a panic, they just finished eating and were laying down on the blanket looking at the sky, pointing at clouds and saying what they looked like. She was just pointing to a cat folding origami when Sasuke pulled her closer and started kissing her neck. He breathed her in and hugged her close.

“I missed you so much” Her brain was still half-asleep but she was certain that the voice was real, as were the arms that were holding her close. Hinata opened her eyes wide only to see Sasuke looking down at her; he was still in his uniform. The moment their eyes met she started crying and pulling him as close as she could; her arms were around his neck her legs around his waist; if she could she would live in his embrace.

“I missed you too” she said still crying. She hadn’t seen him in about 4 days, he had been really busy and couldn’t skype; but she hadn’t touched him in over 7 months. Sasuke was a solder in the army and had been deployed for almost 2 years now. He returned for a few weeks when he had been injured 7 months ago but that hadn’t been nearly enough time together.

“How long are you back for?” His deployment only ended in another 3 months as far as Hinata knew. “Oh my God are you hurt again?” She asked and pulled away from him softly and looked at him as he was lying on her bed, he seemed fine.

“I’m not hurt” He told her with a smile and ran his hand over her upper arm. “Things worked faster than then we thought and most of us were sent home. Only a couple people higher in rank had to stay till the end.”

Hinata looked at him for a second. “So…you’re home…for good?” Her voice was trembling.

“Yes. At least until the next deployment which shouldn’t be very soon” His smile was blinding. Her tears were pouring again. Sasuke was on his back on the bed and she crawled on top of him; almost instantly his arms curled around her. They stood there embracing for a really long time. Sasuke was really tired after his journey and Hinata just wanted to hold him close and make sure he was real.

“I’m going to take a shower and change ok?” He asked, his voice was lower and he sounded sleepy. Hinata got up from him and allowed him to go to the bathroom. While he was showering, she went downstairs to the kitchen, she was sure Sasuke was hungry and the only food they had was her half sub which was nearly not enough for both of them. So, she put some water and rice to cook and, in another pan, fried some chicken breasts. The chicken was done quite fast and the rice was still being cooked so she decided to make a sauce; she cut some tomatoes, onions, peppers and carrots and put them into a pan with some salt, garlic, tomatoes sauce and soy sauce. As she was stirring softly two strong arms came from behind and hugged her.

Neither of them said anything; it was common for Hinata to cook while Sasuke was embracing her softly, his head on her shoulder. The rice was cooked so she stopped that burner but the sauce needed a bit more time which was fine since the rice needed to cool off and steam for another 5-10 minutes to be fluffy. The veggie sauce was done too and she turned off the last burner and took a step back into Sasuke. He took one as well and loosened his embrace just enough so she had space to turn around and hug him back.

“Welcome back; I just realized I didn’t even say that” Hinata said as she ran her hands thought his hair, it was longer than last time he was home but just as soft.

“I’m home” He whispered into her neck and kissed the skin just above her collar bone. They didn’t mover for a couple minutes before Sasuke’s stomach started making sounds.

“I think you’re hungry” Hinata said amused. It was amazing how Sasuke made everything better in her world, the exam and her bad mood felt like they had happened ages ago. All she could remember, all that mattered were Sasuke’s hugs. Hinata filled two cups with water while Sasuke fixed 2 plates for them to eat.

“You finished your exams, today right?” Sasuke asked between chewing.

Hinata nodded “Yes, it’s finally over”

“We should celebrate this weekend, you finished University” Sasuke was 3 years older than her; but she was also almost 2 years older than most of her peers; instead of going to Uni right after high school Hinata had to stay back due to some family issues. Sasuke did more courses than normal people for 3 semesters so instead of 4 years he finished University in 2 after which he went directly into the army. Hinata’s dad was also in the army and that’s how they met; during the first event Sasuke attended. They started dating about 2 months after; Hinata was a senior in high school and Sasuke had just joined. (They were 19 and 22 at the time; now they are 25 and 28)

“Of course, we’re celebrating, you’re home” The house was Hinata’s and Sasuke’s but during the 4 years of University Ino rented their guestroom but the blonde packed most of her things and sent them back to her home with a moving truck. She was to leave Wednesday next week.

They ate and talked some more about Hinata’s future plans to teach middle-school English, about Sasuke’s deployment which went really well, besides a few injures, nothing major happened. After they finished eating Sasuke went to wash the dished. Just like he did when she was cooking Hinata hugged him from behind while he was working.

He was finally home; whenever he was gone Hinata always was a bit on the edge but with him close everything was as it should be. “I love you” she said and kissed his shoulder.

“I love you too” Sasuke said and turned around and in a few quick moves picked her up and put her on the counter. He walked between her legs and held her close and kissed her slow and steady. He had missed her so much, not only in a sexual way but in a physical and emotional way. He missed holding her while they slept, missed smelling her perfume everywhere around him, missed her voice and they way she held his hand whenever they were walking together even if it was in the supermarket. Her positivism and innocence also were things he craved. He missed everything that made her her.

He deepened the kiss and Hinata crossed her legs over his waist. He placed his hands under her butt and picked her up still not breaking the kiss. Sasuke knew the house well enough to navigate it while kissing her but Hinata broke the kiss when they reached the stairs and smiled at him.

“Let’s go to our room” She said still smiling beautifully at him. Every part of her body was touching his in their embrace and nothing had ever felt that perfect before.

“Yes, let’s go” He would sleep with her in his arms today; of course, after ravishing some of her innocence.

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purplesurveys · 3 years ago

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Are you mad at your best friend right now? I have absolutely no reason to be angry with Angela now and certainly not since our last petty childhood fight in like, 2009.

Do you know anybody with a pet snake? I used to know somebody, but she’s since gone off the radar and idek if her pet snake would still be alive at this point.

Do you buy your underwear in a pack or seperately? I can go either way.

Have you ever made fun of anybody and later became their friend? OMG yesss this was the entire background of my friendship with Sofie. Though I wouldn’t say I made fun of her...I just found her really annoying at first, and quite ditzy, too. Then something just clicked and worked out along the way and we ended up being best friends for quite some time until we went our separate ways shortly after college life started.

Is the lamp on in the room you're in? Yes; it’s one of my favorite pieces in my room.

Do you have a pair of shoes that you can only wear with one or two outfits? Nah, not really. I mostly own sneakers, which can go with most things casual.

Is there any drink that you absolutely MUST drink cold? Most drinks, honestly; but mainly, I like my coffee and water cold.

Did you sleep in past noon today? I don’t think I’ve ever done that. The latest I’ve woken up is probably a little over 10.

Did your grandma ever tell you about her love life? Neither of them have.

Have you ever painted anybody's nails aside from your own? Possibly, but I no longer recall it.

Anything exciting happening in the month of September? I don’t think so. There are couple of birthdays in the family, but we don’t have plans for those days yet.

Who is your last missed call from? Some media or blogger I ignored because I don’t take calls.

When was the last time you ate Frosted Flakes? I can’t remember...I don’t really eat cereal.

Did you ever NOT want a substitute in a certain class? Yeah, for classes I hated, like math.

Do you ever donate to the less fortunate? Not regularly. When a homeless person or street child knocks on my car while waiting in traffic I do try to give them some money and/or snack, if I have one in my bag.

Did you buy an American flag after 9/11 to put on your car/house/ whatever? I was barely conscious in 2001. I am also not American.

Do you know any songs that are older than you are? ...Many?

Are there framed pictures of you anywhere in your house? Yeah we have some framed photos going up the staircase. I also have my Prep graduation portrait up in my room.

Compared to other people of your age would you be considered 'NORMAL'? Ugh.

Honestly, do you have any Hilary Duff on your MP3 player? I don’t have an MP3 player but I don’t think I ever had Hilary Duff on any of my music players.

Who is worst in your family about calling people back? Probably Nina as she hates making calls to begin with.

Do you like peanut M&M's? Nah, I hate nuts in my chocolate.

When was the last time you had an ice cream sandwich? Safe to say well over a year ago. It’s not my snack of choice haha I never understood why I had to bite into my ice cream.

When was the last time you ate jelly beans? August 2019.

When was the last time you had hot chocolate? Around a month ago, I’d say? My mom fixes me a mug of hot choco every once in a while.

Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? I haven’t.

What was the last song stuck in your head? I think it had been Rain by BTS.

Do you enjoy doing math? If I know how the math works and have the formulas memorized, I can definitely find it fun. Math had actually been pretty manageable for me in school, at least right until we reached trig and calc which were just bleck.

Do you think your mom has secrets she’s never told you? Oh without a doubt. I’m 200% sure everyone in the family has secrets we never share; we’re not open with each other.

Do you own anything you don’t want your parents to know about? Yes.

Do you pose in your pictures or just smile? I will pose if I’m comfortable but most of the time I just smile.

Are there any colors you will NOT wear? I avoid orange as much as possible.

Do you use scented soap in the shower? Nah, just a normal-scented one.

Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? That was never part of my plans, no.

Who was the last person you danced with? Enjoyable? Angela and Hans. I was drunk, so yes I had fun lol.

Do you like convertibles? I don’t really care for them, or for cars in general.

Have you ever yelled at the television? So many times, usually when a favorite singer or band is performing OR when I’m watching a really intense sports game - usually basketball or wrestling.

How many songs on your MP3 player are about sex? -

Do you like water parks? I think they are nasty for the most part.

Dark or light colored jeans? Light.

Can you take apart a computer and name all the parts? Nope.

Can you take apart a car and name all the parts? Even more so no.

Would your friends describe you as nerdy? I don’t think they would.

How many different colors are you wearing right now? Five.

Have you ever purchased a lotto ticket? Nope.

Are you double-jointed anywhere? I am not.

What is the longest amount of time you've spent playing Monopoly? You know, I’ve never even understood the rules of Monopoly...I’ve never bothered to play a round of it. Board games are usually too complicated for me lol.

Have you ever witnessed a tornado first-hand? Not a tornado, no. But I’ve experienced countless hurricanes and floods.

Did you play in the sand box as a kid? It was my favorite part of the playground and I was always exclusively found in a sandbox. I liked the texture (still do) + no one was ever there, so as a shy kid it worked out perfectly for me.

How about on the monkey bars? I tried it every now and then but I wasn’t a very active kid, so my arms would feel strained fairly quickly. It was never the first thing I’d run to whenever I got to go to the playground.

Have you ever made an alarm go off? I don’t think so.

Have you ever colored your eyebrows? Nope.

Did you ever own a pop-up book? Many of them, as a kid.

Have you ever honked at a biker? Yes but only whenever they swerve a little bit and are about to hit my car.

Have you ever taken another person's prescribed medication? No?

Have you ever played golf (not miniature golf)? No, I’ve played neither version. The sport doesn’t interest me.

Do you use gel in your hair? Only for formal events where I can’t afford to show up with my hair all frizzy.

Do you own a garden gnome? We don’t.

Are any of the rooms in your house painted blue? Nope, they’re all white. My parents’ room used to be green (came with the house), but it looked gross so it didn’t take long before they hired someone to paint the walls white.

Do you kick off your shoes as soon as you walk in the door? Yes. Actually, since the start of COVID, we’ve taken to removing our shoes even before we enter. We have a mat right by the front door where we can properly take off our shoes and head inside already barefoot.

Have you ever judged a book by its cover? Sometimes, but I don’t let it linger.

What is the most effective device at the gym? I don’t go to the gym.

Can you drive a stick shift? Hahahaha no, and I’m not so sure I’m ever willing to learn.

Have you ever picked on a substitute teacher? That’s mean and no, I haven’t.

How good are you at giving directions? Terrible. As much as possible I don’t do it and just refer the person asking to my nearest friend/companion.

When was the last time you looked out the window nearest you? Just a few minutes ago, actually. I put an arm out to check if it’s chilly outside since it rained all day today.

Have you ever got dressed with the windows open? Never. I make sure to pull down my blinds every time.

Have you ever given a foot massage? No.

Do public restrooms freak you out? They don’t freak me out per se but like I rarely go into them and use them, even before Covid. The idea of sharing a toilet with strangers is super gross lol and many of them don’t even put away their trash properly.

Have you ever taken a shower outside? I may have, but nothing sticks out.

Have you ever been to a junkyard? I don’t think so.

What do you think of Brad Pitt? I don’t really have an opinion...I loved his episode on Friends, but that’s it.

Have you ever watched the History Channel willingly? Yes, a few times.

Have you ever used pennies to pay for something that cost over 50 cents? I don’t speak US currency, but yeah there’ve been around 1-2 times I had to pay for something worth P50 with just coins. It’s always been embarrassing lol so I try to avoid it and be prepared with paper bills as much as I can.

If a place makes you pay for delivery - do you still tip the driver? Yes.

Without the aid of a cell phone - do you know your parents numbers by heart? Just my mom’s. Since my dad is always in and out of the country (at least until the pandemic), I’ve never gotten to memorize his number.

Can you name 10 former presidents? Arroyo, Macapagal, Aquino, another Aquino, Estrada, Ramos, Magsaysay, Quirino, Quezon, Roxas.

But if we’re talking about US presidents...Obama, Trump, Clinton, Roosevelt, another Roosevelt I believe, Nixon, Reagan, Carter, Lincoln, Washington. I hope I got them right hahaha.

Have you ever bought a gift for a teacher? Just as a kid.

Is your bedroom carpeted? Nope.

Right now, what color is your tongue? Pink.

When was the last time you had a Tootsie Pop? Years ago. I don’t have it a lot.

If you could get the cell phone of your choice - what would it be? iPhone 12 Pro Max.

Who is your favorite super hero? I don’t have any.

How about your favorite villain? I don’t really have any, either.

Do you know anybody who works at a bank? Possibly, but I can’t place a name right now.

What do you usually order from your favorite fast food place? That would be KFC, and I usually order either their Zinger or Twister. FUCK now I want to get KFC :((

Do you hand out candy to kids on Halloween? No, because none of them ever reach this part of the village. We never have to prepare any candy lol.

What perfume/cologne do you wear the most? Heat Rush.

Can you name all 7 dwarfs? I always miss out on one or two.

Does the early bird really catch the worm? Idk what this expression is.

#survey #surveys

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chrrlees · 5 years ago

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Best Friend With Benefits?

My Third Buddie Fic for my 55 Followers, but damn when I finished this. I already have 75 followers. Thank you. All of you for supporting me.

It's supposed to be, just hook up, friends with benefits. They were helping each other blow off some steam. No string attached, no feeling attached. It should be that easy except, he does have feelings for Eddie. Why does he always have feelings for someone he shouldn't. He fell so hard on Eddie, but Eddie didn't like him 'like him' or does he?

That's the reason why he's here, sitting on the park bench at 4 AM. Listening to sad playlist songs that he heard when he got his heartbroken, never thought that he would play those kinds of songs again.

"Young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes."

"Some mistakes get made."

"That's alright, that's okay."

"You can think that you're in love."

"When you're really just in pain."

He nods slowly agreeing with the lyric, realising his mistakes.

The song keeps playing in his AirPods. Tears on his eyes that waiting to fall to the ground stream down rapidly. He's alone, sobbing at the park holding his voice with his palm on his lips.

There's blue light shining around, he groans under his sobs. Removing his Airpods and put it in his pocket, he follows the order, hands out in the air, stands and spins his body facing the Sargent, maybe it's not so bad after all. When his eyes meet Athena's, he starts to cry again, hiding his face with his hand. Athena runs toward him and pulls the boy in her embrace.

She doesn't know why Buck is crying in the middle of the night in the park, but whatever it is it must be wrong. She pulls back to take a look at the boy, and she wipes the tears with both of her thumbs full of care.

"Buck, what happened?" she asks with her motherly voice, it's soft and comforting. He takes deep breaths to calm himself down. "Here, sit" he didn't fight like he always likes to do.

After a few more deep breaths, he looks at Athena. Her face is full of concern and Buck doesn't like she does that.

"I-I think I'm in love with him, but he doesn't even like me," he says looking away, ashamed of what he just tell her.

"Who -"

"Eddie" he never answer a question this fast before. He just wants it out.

"How could you be so sure?" she knows that this two is dancing around, sure enough, Eddie loves him too.

"God, I'm such a mess," he says, running his hand through his hair.

"Buck, hey, Comeon don't say that." she tries to comfort Buck by making a small circle on the boy back.

"we …" Athena looks at ,Buck waiting for the explanation. "Hmmm?" she encourages him.

"We hook up…" Buck says, looking down at his shoes. Athena shock for a moment didn't expect that coming. She takes his hand and squeezes it.

"Then what's the problem?" she asks with her motherly tone

"It's not a problem at first. I thought we have something more and not a one-time thing," Athena close her eyes, pulling her face back. Sort of disbelief with what she just hear.

"How long?" she asks, short but sharp.

"Three months maybe? I don't know." shaking his head with the hand on his forehead.

"He said to me the next morning we can keep doing this, like friends with benefit. No string attache, no feeling attache." tears falling again from his face

"But you love him, even before this happened right?" she squeezes his hand back, giving him comfort with her another hand on his shoulder. Buck just shakes his head, denying the bitter truth.

"Oh Buckaroo, come here" she hugs him patting his back.

When they break apart, Buck immediately wipes his tears. Athena lock the eye contact with him,

"Talk to him about your feelings, it's better. Trust me. If he feels the same, lucky you. If not, well, you know you have us." she says patting his back, he just nods.

"Let's get you home,” Athena says after a moment.

I'm not letting you walk, not when you like this," she guests her arm around Buck.

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When Buck gets into his apartment, he keeps thinking about it. Should he stop this? If he finishes this here, this might be the end of Eddie and him. And if he continues doing this, he'll get hurt at the end too. Buck grunts and the situation, opening the fridge to get water.

"Buck, where have you've been? I'm so worried. Are you okay?" The voice came from the living room.

"Jesus, Eddie!" he says almost screaming, turning his face to see the man, there's hurt, scares and worries on his face.

"I-I went for runs, I can't sleep. Sorry." Buck answers the question, his voice still sounds a little bit hoarse.

"I was about to call Maddie, and Cap, you know. Why didn't you answer your phone?!" Concerns and angry in the older man voice.

"I must put my phone on silences mode," Buck says and pull his phone out, there's 50 miss called and a bunch of texts from Eddie. He looks at the clock, 5.45 AM.

"God. Buck, please don't do that again." Eddie says, running his fingers through his hair.

"I wake up with an empty bed, and you're not here. I freak out that I hurt you or something that makes you leave your own apartment." Eddie says, standing still next to the ladder. Buck huff at him, Eddie snaps his head, giving Buck a disbelief and questioning look.

"You're the one who told me there's no feeling attached in this. Why do you care so much now?" Shaking his head.

"I'm your best friend, of course, I would be worried," Eddie says with frowns, not understanding why Buck being like this.

"Best friends don't just sleep with each other, Diaz." Buck chuckle dryly

Eddie must have offended, his palm curls into a fist. He walks into the living room taking his jacket, phone and key.

"Eddie.." Buck realise that he mess up and Eddie is leaving.

"You know what Buck. Just let this go."

"Eddie wait," Buck grabs Eddie's wrist. Eddie looks at him, there are tears in his eyes. Eddie put his hand on Bucks.

"Let go of me, Buck." It's clear that he didn't want to stay anymore, just like that, he loses the grip "I'm sorry" he said. Eddie storm out from his apartment living him crying on the floor.

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Its 8 AM, Buck can't sleep at all after Eddie left. He's staring at the window of the apartment thinking about what has he's done. His phone ringing brought him back to reality. He picks it up without looking at the caller ID.

"Hey, Bucky." Christopher voice crack at the end of line

"He-hey, Buddy. What's wrong? Where's your dad? Why you sound sad?" Buck rapidly ask questions, something wrong. Christopher never calls him without Eddie knowing it and be there with him.

"Buck, please come over. Daddy been crying from this morning, he said he's fine, but he's not." Christopher voice almost breaks like he's been crying all day. It breaks Buck heart to hear that voice like that.

"What?! Okay, um. I'm on my way, okay?" Buck reassure the boy. He didn't remember taking his key and jacket when he ends the phone call, he already at the door ready to go.

He knocks at the door, waiting patiently for Eddie to open the door. He didn't want to use his key, giving Eddie every space he wants. The door swings open, revealing the man. Eyes still red and wet, proof that he been crying for hours non-stop, broken and messy. Just like him. If it's in normal circumstance, Buck probably will laugh at Eddie whos wearing his LAFD sweatshirt.

"What are-" Eddie didn't finish cut by Buck.

"I don't want to fight anymore. I don't want to fight my feeling. I don't want to fight you.." He begs.

"I am so tired and… and sad and sick of being scared. And I-I just want to feel and to be in a safe place. And I don't know why or how, and I-I can't explain it, but you're the safest place I have." he shakes his head trying to hold his tears

"And everything would be okay for the first time in a really long time if you would just start kissing me now because I love you. And I don't want to be alo-"

Eddie pulls Buck into a long kiss. It's not fireworks or anything, but he gets what he wants to feel. Safe, love and care for his life. They break apart to catch a breath.

"I love you too," Eddie says, small laugh escape from Buck

"Yeah?"

"yeah," Eddie confirm it with one more kiss.

"Does this mean Buck will live with us now, Dad?" Christoper ask with grins on his face

"That depends on Buck Buddy."

"Bucky, move in with us. You always here anyway, I-I don't want you to leave every night you came by." Christopher asks, looking at Buck and his Dad. Buck nods rapidly.

"Is that a yes?" Eddie ask

"Yes, of course, you dork! I'd love that." Christoper cheers, jumping forward and Buck catches him. Hugging the kid, Eddie decides to join by his side. He's so happy now that he didn't want the moment to end.

Note: English is My third language, If any mistake. Forgive me.

Thanks @lamalefix for chatting and giving me inspiration to finish this!

Tags: @justsmilestuffhappens @lamalefix @comablog2 @lilywoood @cherishingstydia @chitownwolf @felicitous-one @stellarstacey @axton-blogs @maguenezumi @datleggy @badbitchjackson @diazbuckleysworld @dailybuddie @zeethebooknerd @adamngoodbuck

#buddie #buddie prompt #911onfox #tv: 911 #911 fox #911 prompts #911 fanfic #evan buckley and eddie diaz #evanbuckly #evan buck buckley #evan buckley #buck buckley #buck and eddie #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #christopher diaz #buck and christopher #Eddie and Christopher

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lieutenantcharleslorem · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Julian Bashir & Elim Garak, Julian Bashir/Elim Garak Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Jadzia Dax, Jake Sisko, Miles O'Brien, Molly O'Brien Summary:

When Garak asks what Halloween is, he ends up getting roped into a get together to carve pumpkins. Maybe it's more fun that he expected.

Some softness between Garak and Bashir, but nothing happens so could be read as friendship.

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Garak sat down across from Dr. Bashir delicately, and placed his napkin in the neck of his shirt as he always did. They had opted for Quarks today as the replicators in the replimat had been acting up.

“Apologies for my lateness, Doctor. I was absorbed in a project.”

“Not at all, Garak, I’m afraid I’ve only been here a few minutes myself.”

They sat in silence for a moment, Garak taking a sip of water, and Julian putting some sort of sauce on his sandwich.

After a long pause Garak asked, “Doctor, what is Halloween?”

“Halloween?” The doctor asked almost incredulously.

“If its something private to humans forget I asked—”

“Oh, no, it’s not private at all. I was just surprised you want to know about such things.”

“I don’t even know if I want to know. I know nothing about it. Only that I am making a tail for Molly for Halloween. Normally I would have asked Mrs. O'Brien. She doesn’t mind a chat. But as her husband was with her, I assumed he wouldn’t want to sit through a long explanation.”

“I don’t think the chief’ould minded. It’s a holiday.”

“See, if it is sacred I would understand not wanting to share—”

“It’s not sacred at all. … Well, maybe it depends on your definition or sacred,” Bashir said with a smile. “Some people enjoy taking it very seriously.”

“It’s patriotic then?”

“No. Well no more than any other holiday from one’s own culture. It’s… spooky.”

“Spooky? If memory serve that’s your soft word for scary, correct. Almost playful?”

“Yeah, and that describes the holiday pretty well too.”

“So it is a holiday that is scary… but in a… fun way?”

“Exactly, couldn’t have put it better myself.”

“That sounds like something Klingons would come up with.”

“Not that kind of scary. I don’t think Klingons would even say the word spooky, probably think its undignified.”

“Right… I still have no idea what Halloween is.”

“Ugh, Garak.”

“Well, Doctor, you must admit you haven’t exactly painted me a picture.”

“Okay, okay, so I don’t know if anything I’m about to say is true—”

“What?”

“I’d have to ask the computer, but what I remember is 2 separate things that could just both be myths, but they were that people wanted to celebrate the people who had died that year so everyone went around to the families of people who’d died and exchanged gifts with them. The other thing is this idea that maybe people believed this was a night spirits were able to come to the tangible world, but if we all dressed like we were as scary as them… maybe they’d think we were one of them and leave us alone?”

“O…Kay….”

“But then as things do, it grows and changes, gets taken over by different people, and becomes this very secular cross culture holiday, where children and sometimes adults go around in costumes and knock on people’s doors. They say trick or treat, and the person gives them food or toys.”

“Trick or treat?”

“Yes, it used to mean that if the kids didn’t get something they would do something mean like scare the homeowner, or throw eggs at the house.”

“My goodness.”

“But nobody does that anymore. I think the last time something like that happened was something like 50 years ago when a bunch of teenagers replicated exorbitant amounts of toilet paper and covered the president’s house in it. Of course the president of the Federation was human at the time—” Garak nodded. “And if I remember correctly he wasn’t particularly angry. Just said something like, anyone who wanted to was welcome to take some of it home to recycle through their replicators.”

“So… Give me a treat… or get tricked?”

“Exactly.”

“Forgive me if this is a cynical question… but why provide the treats? Also what constitutes a treat?”

“Well, like I said I believe the tradition changed over time, probably having been more personal in the past, but why we still do is probably not just tradition but remembered tradition, childhood joy, you know? When you’re a kid, you go trick-or-treating, and then you start to get a little older, and even if you’re still going you might go later than you used to and you start opening the door to your house for the little kids who’s parents take them just before dark. And they’re sweet and cute, and you develop these 2 types of fond memories. And you do it as long as you can, and then you grow up, and you don’t think, why should I do this for other people? –you think, oh I can’t wait to see the little kids this year.”

“It sounds like you really like Halloween.”

“Eh… Do I? Maybe it’s just easy to wax poetic when you’re far from home. I haven’t celebrated Halloween since I was at the academy.”

“Cadets still trick-or-treat?”

“Ahaha, no, no at that age it’s usually big parties and bad hangovers.”

“I see…”

“Oh, but San Francisco does do the Spook Parade every year, and that’s what I usually did with Erit. There would be stalls, food and drink, a pumpkin carving contest, not to mention the thousands of people walking down the street dressed as zombies and ghosts and all manner of spooks.”

“That sounds like quite a gathering. If we did things like that on Cardassia one could certainly disappear into a crowd…”

“There’s a lot of commotion. I don’t know how much a spy could learn about anyone at a Halloween party.”

“What ever do you mean? I certainly wasn’t suggesting someone go on some sort of reconnaissance mission dressed as a ghost. I was merely observing that it sounds like bigger crowds than Cardassians are used to.”

“Of course.”

“Now, what was this you said about carving pumpkins?”

“You cut faces into them.”

“But… what’s a pumpkin?”

“It’s like, a gord. Like Bajoran spice yams.”

“… Ah, and you use them to make sculptures…”

“Sort of…”

“Why?”

“It’s spooky. And I don’t know, it’s fun.” Garak didn’t look convinced. “Jake,” Julian, said as he saw Jake walking by, “Tell Garak it’s fun to carve pumpkins.”

Jake stopped. “I haven’t carved pumpkins in ages! When are you doing it?” he asked leaning over and putting his elbows on their table.

“Oh, we weren’t actually planning on anything,” replied Bashir.

“Yes,” said Garak, “I would prefer not to be covered in yams.”

“Aw, but that’s half the fun,” said Jake.

The Chief and Dax walked down the steps from the upper level. Garak and Bashir weren’t sitting far from the stairs and they could hear, “What do you mean, off?”

“I don’t know, it just taste a little off,” replied Dax.

The chief sighed. “I’ll look at it tomorrow.”

“You know,” said Bashir, refocusing them, “Maybe we could make Jack O’ Lanterns together.”

“Did someone say something about Jack O’ Lanterns?” asked O’Brien. “You know my people invented pumpkin carving.”

“I see,” said Garak skeptically. He had heard many humans claim their ancestors did important things. He never understood why, wasn’t it enough that humans did it?

“That’s not just bluster,” said the doctor, seeing the look on Garak’s. “Pretty sure the Irish did start the tradition, but there were a lot of Irish immigrants in America.”

“You realize I don’t know what those words mean.”

“Uh… People who talk like Miles moved to where people talk like Jake.” Garak smiled cheekily, knowing Bashir was really dumbing it down for him. “And, back in the midst of capitalism, where Sisko lived had a lot of social influence, and if they were doing something fun, everyone wanted to do it.”

“What about where you’re from?”

“Well, I’ve heard Britain was a little late on the Halloween bandwagon, but by the time I was born not celebrating Halloween was sacrilege.”

“You said it wasn’t sacred.”

“You know what I mean.”

“It’d be cool to carve some pumpkins,” said Jake. “Not a lot of human activities on the station.”

“Oo! If you’re doing it, I want to come,” said Dax. “I like digging out the guts.”

“We could do it on Halloween, since it’s this weekend,” said Jake.

“Your quarters?” Jadzia asked Julian.

“My quarters? Yes, alright. What do you say, Garak?”

Garak paused. “I have no desire to get my hands dirty.”

“Wear gloves then,” said Jake cheerily as though Garak wasn’t just trying to get out of it.

“Yeah, Gar’ or we can do fake ones,” said Jadzia. Julian knew they didn’t care one way or the other if he came. They must’ve just been pushing him for Julian’s sake.

Or perhaps it was just worth it for the look on Garak’s face at the sound of Jadzia shortening his name. He stared at her incredulously, and she stared back, daring him to make a fuss over how she’d addressed him.

Finally he sighed and said, “Oh, well, if you insist.”

“Well if you all are havin’ a little Halloween party,” said O’Brien, “I’m bringing the kids by to trick or treat.”

“Oh, yeah, my dad has been working on some chocolate recipe of my grandpa’s,” said Jake.

“Ah, he’s gonna get the kids all sugared up.”

“I’ll do something non-edible,” said the doctor.

“Thanks, Julian,” O’Brien said patting Julian on the back. He started to walk away and Dax followed.

“Wait, Chief, also the circuits in the…”

They couldn’t hear anymore as they walked out of earshot.

When Garak showed up to Bashir’s quarters Halloween night, Dax and Jake were already there. He felt like he should have arrived earlier. But the good doctor seemed like he thought everything was going perfectly.

“Come in, come in!” He rushed.

‘He’s had sweets,’ Garak thought, as he watched Julian bounce up and down happily. He was relived to see that he had been right in his assumption about the dress code, which was simply spooky and not full uncomfortable costumes just to sit around in Bashir’s quarters. Jake was wearing a hideous orange tunic with a little black pumpkin pattern, Jadzia looked comfy in a loose black dress with a spiderweb print, and Bashir’s long-sleeved turtleneck had the outline of bones.

Garak didn’t have access to anything so kitschy, so he’d worn a normal red outfit but added a black cape. It actually kept him warmer than usual, so it was no inconvenience.

Julian had moved his table away from the wall so they could sit on all sides. It wasn’t as big as Sisko’s but it would fit the 4 of them.

“Well don’t you two look festive?” Garak said as he sat down across from Dax and Jake, trying to be polite.

Julian had disappeared somewhere, but suddenly he was back and pouring everyone a drink.

“It’s black,” said Jake.

“It’s witches brew,” said Julian as though it was the scariest thing in the alpha quadrant.

Jadzia to a sip. “It’s wine.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t…” Jake said sniffing his glass and then taking a taste. “Oh, it’s root beer.”

Garak tilted his glass of black liquid and saw it was a bit more viscous than the others. “Kanar?” he asked. Julian nodded as he placed a large pumpkin down on the table.

“So,” he said, “I ordered these from earth, they’re the genuine article. I also got some gourds from Bajor. And I replicated these little foam ones, so they have no guts, and if we wanted to keep them forever we could, or we can just throw them back in the replicator.”

“I’ll take a gourd,” said Jake, pulling a bright red fruit toward himself.

Julian grabbed him a bowl. “Save your guts,” he told him. “The major wants to make some sort of face mask with it.”

“What?” said Jadzia, “she hates that kind of stuff.”

“I don’t know, she only told me Bajorans think it’s good for the skin.”

Jadzia looked a little annoyed, but she let it go and started pulling the largest pumpkin over to her. “I’m gonna take this big boy.”

“How do you know it’s a boy?” Garak said with a practiced innocence.

“Because I decided he is, and gourds don’t seem to mind what gender you tell them they are. Not like cats.”

They stared at her for a moment waiting for further explanation, but she just picked up a knife and started cutting into the top.

Julian continued to get a few things as they started to work: different shaped knives, cookies shaped like bats, cheese and crackers.

He placed a little plate of chocolate next to Garak when he realized Garak wasn’t working.

“Garak, aren’t you going to carve a pumpkin?”

“That’s alright, I don’t want to take from anyone else.”

“Garak, that’s why you’re here. There’s plenty of pumpkins. Too many, in fact.”

“I don’t want to make a mess.”

“Use a foam one.”

“Well, it’s not entirely free of mess, is it? I—”

“Alright, we all know that you think this is silly, but just try to have fun, will you? Here, we’ll use this foam one,” Julian said, sitting close to Garak and pulling over a glitter covered fake pumpkin about the size of a basketball.

“I’ll do this eye,” he continued, “And you do that one.”

He started cutting into the pumpkin, and Garak felt as though he’d been left with no choice so he acquiesced and picked up a knife. He hadn’t been expecting that they would work on one together, and he tried desperately to hide his smile. They had to be close to work on the same pumpkin, so as they carved, their arms sat against each other. It was warm.

Sitting with the lights dimmed to see the glow from their pumpkins, Garak had to admit he was enjoying himself a bit more than 16:00 hours and one glass of Kanar would usually allow. Julian was just explaining what the Monster Mash was when there was a beep at the door.

“Yes?” Julian replied.

The sound of children singing, “Trick or treat!” came through the com.

Julian got up, a stack of something in his hand, and went to the door. Garak decided to follow.

“Happy Halloween!” Julian shouted as he opened the door. “Now what might you be?” he asked Molly.

There were 5 children standing at his feet, one other human besides Molly, two Bajorans and a Bolian. Miles stood next to them holding a tiny Kirayoshi in a bee costume.

“I’m a cat,” said Molly. “Look,” she turned around, “Mr. Garak made my tail stand up!” Garak smiled.

“That’s amazing, and what about the rest of you?” Julian asked. He looked to the Bolian.

“I’m a bizchin!” Julian believed that was a Bolian bearlike creature, but he wasn’t sure. The boy was covered in fake fur though.

“I’m a princess,” said the other human.

“What about you?” Julian asked a Bajoran in all black who seemed to be wearing red contacts.

“I’m a Pah Wraith,” he said shyly.

“Spooky,” said Garak. “And you?” he asked the other Bajoran.

The child seemed very embarrassed. His face was covered in gray make up and he seemed to have drawn some squares on his face but it was difficult to tell as they were smudged.

“Uh… Molly said that you… be something that scares you…”

“And what’s that?” asked Julian.

The child mumbled something.

“What did you say?” asked Garak, kneeling so he could get a better look at the boy.

“I’m a Cardassian…”

Julian winced. He looked at Garak, hoping this wasn’t going to start something.

“Excellent choice,” said Garak. “Your costume is quite scary. You remind me of some legates I know. Downright terrifying.”

The Bajoran smiled. “Thanks,” he said. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“Oh, no?”

“No, you’re just a tailor.”

“That’s right, just a tailor.”

“So,” said Julian, “Would any of you like a coloring book?”

They all nodded, and he handed them each one.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got something for you too, Yoshi,” said the doctor lifting up a little ghost. “BoOoOo,” he said to him quietly. “Can you say boo?”

“Bbbbbbbb,” Yoshi imitated, taking the toy and gumming its head.

“Straight in the mouth,” said Miles, “Everything straight in his mouth.”

“It’s clean,” said Julian with a smile, “It’s a teether.”

“Thanks, Julian. Always thinkin, you.”

One of the Bajoran children was still looking at Garak. “I wouldn’t think a Cardassian would want to celebrate a human holiday.”

Garak smiled. “I just like to have fun.”

“Me too,” said the Bolian.

“Come on, guys,” said Molly, “We still have to go to the Cap’in’s and he’ll have food,” said Molly.

“Alright,” said Miles, “Everyone say thank you to the Doctor and Mr. Garak, and let’s go.”

“Thank you, doctor, thank you, Garak,” came a mix of voices as they started to walk away.

“Happy Halloween,” said Molly, and everyone got the idea they should say it too.

“Happy Halloween, Dr. Bashir!”

“Happy Halloween, Garak!”

“Happy Halloween!” Garak called out after them. “…Such a charming group,” he said after the door had slid shut.

“You know you never mention how much you like children.”

“Like children? No more than any other age of humanoid.”

“You sure about that?” Julian asked joining the others in the living area. Jadzia had laid down on the couch and Jake had her feet in his lap so that he could fit on the couch too. The room was still only lit by Jack O’ Lanterns.

“I suppose I… like people whom the universe hasn’t ruined yet.” He glanced at him, and Julian could feel the underlying like you.

As much as Garak complained about Federation optimism, he did grow tired of people full of prejudice, jaded and beaten down. Julian, and children were still fresh.

“I had too much root beer,” Jake admitted.

“May have overindulged as well,” said Jadzia, hiding her face in her elbow.

“Well, if everyone needs to head out and get some sleep—”

“I didn’t say that,” said Jadzia.

“Yeah…” said Jake quietly “You know it’s kinda nice having a relaxed Halloween.”

“Yeah, Curson went to some crazy Halloween parties, but it’s nice to just be… chill?”

“Well, if you’re sticking around, we could watch a Halloween film. I can probably get it up on the computer screen,” said Julian.

“Okay,” said Jadzia, sitting up to make room for him. Jake scooted over too.

Julian sat down on the couch, fiddling with a pad to find something to watch. He patted the empty space next to him.

“Sit down, Garak.”

With 4 people on the same couch they all had to sit quite close, but the doctor didn’t seem to mind.

“Doctor…”

“Yes, Garak?”

“Thanks for… showing me your rituals. For you know, including me.”

“You’re always welcome.”

#ds9 #halloween #garashir #garak/bashir #fanfiction

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justdyingslowly · 5 years ago

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1. Name justdyingslowly obviously come on

2. Nationality Australian

3. Age 22

4. Birthday nnnah dont feel like it

5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign) Libra/Scorpio cusp

6. Gender wamon

7. Sexuality very very hetero

8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself) androgenous

9. What do you/did you study? Psychology (focus on sexology) and art.

10. What’s your current job like?/What job would you like to have? I am disabled you think I can work ha sexologist would be awesome. When I was a kid I wanted to be a fireman but Australias always burning

11. Your birth order head first

12. How many siblings do you have? 1

13. Do you have good relations with your family? yeah dads finally out of his abusive relationship, nearing age 70 and his emotions and his sexuality are finally opening up for the first time and that makes me SO happy.

14. How many friends do you have? what kind of fucked up question is this.

15. Your relationship status relationshipped. Fiance? got the marriage papers in a drawer somewhere with the car rego but can’t be fucked filling them?

16. What do you look for in a SO? empathetic, mature, calm. Always open to discussion. Prefers to be blunt rather than secretive. Emotional age over 14 (incredibly fucking rare apparently). Puts an importance on context and understanding other views above all else.

17. Do you have a crush? Hellll yeah Crush on my partner and got a crush on a mutual friend of ours who don’t even know hes cute af hehe one day partners gonna accidentally spill the beans and embarrass me coz hes shit with secrets RIP me.

18. When did you have your first kiss? You think I can remember this bullshit? Its not that big a deal

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands? One night stand sex almost exclusively sucks. Just. SUCKS. Because neither of you know what the other likes and it ends up being an awkward mix of trying to please yourself while trying to also be considerate.

20. What are your deal breakers? Plugging your ears to anything that feels gross, uncomfortable or disagrees with you. How can you grow as a person without introspection? How can you mold what you think and believe without taking in other arguments and comparing them to your beliefs to see how they stack up? Its pathetic.

21. How was your day? cute mutual friend had a fall this morning and were both worried about him. His back is bad and he’s getting a little older, he can’t be getting dizzy and having falls like that. other than that im anxious about seeing my gastro. He’s lovely but... specialists are specialists. Good at knowing what they know but not always great at listening.

22. Favourite food & drink you think im allowed to eat or drink? water and... foods a touchy subject.

23. What position do you sleep in? Usually on my side with a body pillow to grip so I don’t end up choking my partner in his sleep.

24. What was your last dream about? uuhhh...going to italy and being unable to get into this tiny basket boat properly.

25. Your fears does PTSD to medical shit count haha

26. Your dreams ... going to italy and being unable to get into a tiny basket boat thingy?

27. Your goals - get some sort of diagnosis eventually. Its been 3 years of trying and im tired. - get back to studying art part time for my bachelors. - pass JLPT N3. - go back to university for psychology. - do the dishes when I get home.

28. Any pets? two budgies. we also take care of any orphaned or injured birds.

29. What are your hobbies? feeling nauseous drawing writing a little bit im making a little gameboy game in C atm too

30. Any cool places in your area? i live next to a national park with waterfalls and koalas and emus and stuff

31. What was your last awkward situation? mutual friend made a comment on his chest i playfully smacked it (related to the comment) it was surprisingly hard “O-oh wow, thats... I didnt expect that” my partner laughed at me. it was awful.

32. What is your last regret? getting embarrassed at friends pecs stop making me think about it 33. Language/s you can speak english. N4 Japanese.

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.) of course not what the fuck

35. Have any quirks? Quirkless. I do wiggle when im happy though apparently.

36. Your pet peeves open doors.

37. Ideal vacation spend a months chilling in an old japanese house in autumn hokkaido oooooof that sounds nice

38. Any scars? internal? yes

39. What does your last text message say? peepee poopoo ustinky

40. Last 5 things from your search history how do i find this

41. What’s your [device] background? Sam Porter Bridges walkin around Sam Porter Bridges cuddling BB-28 Louise while he sleeps my chicken

42. What do you daydream about? all might

43. Describe your dream home an old japanese house in autumn hokkaido oooooof that sounds nice

44. What’s your religion/Your thought about religion its a comforting thought having a parent-figure who cares about you and looks after all the big things you can’t manage yourself, but institutionalizing it runs a severe risk of becoming harmful cults. And it often does.

45. Your personality type me

46. The most dangerous thing you’ve done i saw the lost bunny that was on all the posters in the neighbourhood looked thin and patchy so i grabbed him to take him home. im allergic. sent me to hospital and I almost died.

47. Are you happy with your current life? feeling sick sucks and partners having a depressive episode but things are pretty good

48. Some things you’ve tried in your life living

49. What does your wardrobe consist of? blacks, reds, whites and pinks

50. Favourite colour to wear? at the moment pink. Red is always comforting though.

51. How would you describe your style? mix between lazy alternative punk, teenager with band shirts and harajuku peach kawaii uwu

52. Are you happy with your current looks? kinda wish i was a bit shorter but what can you do

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be? bit shorter

54. Any tattoos or piercings? lol no PTSD

55. Do you get complimented often? by who? partner constantly, family haha are you kidding im australian so a friend’s version of showing affection is calling you a cunt and slapping your ass in public

56. Favourite aesthetic? all might

57. A popular trend that you dislike blocking because you disagree or find them distasteful. Ignoring all context to opposing thoughts and arguments. taking a personal feeling of disgust to mean something is evil. Blocking your ears to anything that isn’t a circlejerk of what you already think - and trying to isolate anyone who even just listens to something other then the noise of your sloppy dicks to have a thought of their own.

58. Songs you’re currently obsessed with? The Machine by Low Roar

59. Song you normally wouldn’t admit you like. why wouldnt i admit i like a song

60. Favourite genre? probably enka haha

61. Favourite artist/band/genre? probably enka haha oh and tatsuro yamashita

62. Hated popular songs/artists? why the hell would I hate something like a song? I hate aspects of the music industry as a whole I guess?

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5 which playlist they aren’t all together in one place

64. Can you sing or play any instruments? piano, saxophone... uh... partners good at making music and playing shakuhachi

65. Do you like karaoke? no.

66. Own any albums? yes? many?

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations? no. but triple J, ABC Jazz and Classical. sometimes they even play final fantasy and JRPG music on classical which is pretty neat. -

68. Favourite movie/series? can i make this about games because then the answer is Metal Gear Solid

69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc ...shounen?

70. Your fictional crush/es if they’re over 40yrs old, male and happy and bubbily or grumpy and sad then there’s a big ol fat chance I wanna bone. Solid Snake from MGS4, All Might and pretty much anyone drawn by Tarou Madoromi.

71. Which fictional character is you? uh

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so what does this even mean what language is this

73. Favourite greek god? idk hades seems chill

74. A legend from where you live that you like the story of Tjilbruke is funny and good. all Kaurna stories are good.

75. Do you like art? What’s your favourite work or artist? im in a big egon schiele mood atm.

76. Can you share your other social media? no i am incapable

77. Favourite youtubers? many

78. Favourite platform? not too high up. actually i like being a little lower than ground level in corners.

79. How much time do you spend on the internet? too much

80. What video games have you played? Which one’s your favourite? look i just want to say that MGS4 is the best one in the series and Death Stranding is phenomenally engaging.

81. Your favourite books (manga also counts) these are all so goddamn definitive how can I pick? Oh wait the answer is One Piece

82. Do you play board/card games? I play DnD atm and know 15 yr old rules to Yugioh

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? that shit dosn’t happen here

84. Favourite holiday golden week coz its a week also easter because thats when all the glucose based sweets come back

85. Are you into dramas? what kind

86. Would you use death note, if you had one? no. thats called being a murderer.

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to? chill people out a bit. when people feel unsafe they get really depenfive and territorial and block their ears to everything, making in-and-out groups for themsevles that end up putting them in more harm.

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse? im disabled with a disabled partner. we arent funny sure we can survive normal everyday life when society is angled so sharply against us.

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be? id like to be a mimi spirit

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death? spooky time

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick? toshinori yagi

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week? anyone healthy

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo that cursed one with the intense eyes and the hand

94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true im me im not me im pee

95. Cold or hot? cold.

96. Be a hero or be a villain? both are distasteful ideas in reality

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme? i can’t do either partner speak sin bad puns and its hell, these both sound about equal

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time? shapeshifting. controlling time is eithe rmanipulative or lonely. shapeshifing is every other superpower at once.

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death? both are deeply upsetting ideas

100. ….. or …..? jiji or ossan? generally Jiji, but ossans can be lovely too.

#personal #stupid

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that1nova · 4 years ago

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Get to Know my Characters.... Featuring Hanna Milton

I know most people are doing this as an ask game, but I haven’t started posting my story yet so I’m not sure if there is much interest in my girls yet, so I did it this way! One for Mollie coming tomorrow <3

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?

“Hanna” means grace. Her mom wanted to name her Grace, but her dad didn’t like the name, so she went with Hanna.

I picked it by random generator as a placeholder, and normally after that I change their names when writing the actual story, but this one stuck.

02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness?

Hanna is very insecure about what happened to her as a teenager. She is scared people will find out and treat her differently. She hides it very well.

03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves?

She loves her hair. It’s something she is always able to control about herself.

04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical)

They are soft spoken and patient. || They have gorgeous skin.

05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type?

As she’s gotten older, she is pretty sexually confident.

06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying?

Her significant other is very supportive of her hobbies, in all ways. Even if they don’t enjoy all of the same things.

07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)?

She says “look” a lot. As in “look, I was just saying…” or “look, there’s more to it than that.”

08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it?

She still blames herself for her past. She’s very aware and goes to therapy, but it’s a struggle.

09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday?

She loves fall and Halloween, because it’s in fall.

10. Is your character more feminine or masculine?

Feminine

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

(redacted)

12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up?

She loves teaching, and would feel incomplete without it.

13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?

She is a very light sleeper. Every little noise wakes her up. She has to sleep under a separate blanket from her significant other because she a) needs a weighted blanket and b) likes to burrito herself up to sleep.

14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates?

She lives with her sister, and she’s very happy with the arrangement.

15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear.

(redacted)

16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like?

Athletic. She loves running.

17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children?

Yes, very much so. And hopefully soon.

18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode?

She just wants to grow old in the home she grew up in.

19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily?

Hanna would never start a fight if she could avoid it…. But she would end it.

20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures?

She’s obsessed with unicorns. And really wants a cat.

21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear?

(redacted)

22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have?

She got her father’s freckles, and has a tattoo on her arm.

23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved?

Hanna loved school. She was always disappointed when it was time to go home. She got straight A’s and was considered the “teacher’s pet.”

24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like?

“Amazing. Really, I couldn’t ask for better. It’s like… okay, imagine God made someone just for you. That person can see into your soul, can read your mind, knows all your fears, all your hopes and dreams. It’s like I found that person. And no way in hell am I gonna give them up.”

25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day?

(redacted)

26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc?

Her significant other is pretty modest and shy about sex, at least in public. But Hanna is really good at getting them to relax and enjoy themselves in the moment. She does her best to attend to their needs in every way.

27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it?

(redacted)

28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for?

Probably singing. She has an amazing voice, but she’s really shy about it.

29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one?

(redacted)

30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like?

All of it, really. She loves going to see plays, she loves movies, and she enjoys singing in the car with the windows down.

31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what?

(redacted)

32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do?

A picnic, followed by flying in a hot air balloon.

33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go?

The attic.

34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc)

She’s a sucker for oreos dipped in milk.

35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go?

No, she’s not. But she’d still prefer to die an old lady in her sleep.

36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life?

Yes. She has depression and anxiety. She takes medication and sees a therapist, but she still sometimes struggles.

37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them?

She can’t stand people popping bubble gum or chewing with their mouth open.

38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc?

Rainy days are always the best ones.

39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct?

Yes, they might see her (redacted) and assume (redacted). They would be correct.

40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others?

She really loves General Hospital, but don’t tell her sister.

41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way?

Absolutely. Her family made her what she is today.

42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change?

Yes, absolutely. The (redacted)

43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self?

Not really. Hanna is pretty true to herself all the time. But her significant other and her sister often see more of her vulnerability than most.

44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character?

She couldn’t stand to lose her sister.

45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?

A little of both, I think? She will tell you when something bothers her, but she won’t tell you just how much.

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover?

Plays with their hair.

47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along?

The leader.

48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious?

She’s really not the jealous type at all.

49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood?

(redacted)

50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?

“Hanna, we’ve been dating for 5 years. I would hope you feel that way.”

#simblr #ts4 #hanna milton

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bapydemonprincess · 4 years ago

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Can you tell us more about reaper ambrose? (I am sorry if the question isn't specific I am bad with asking questions)

AWW YOU!! QwQ Thank you so much for asking! 💖💖💖💖 I love my poor tragic boy!!!

TRIGGER WARNING: Descriptions of a character committing suicide.

I got very very curious early on about Ambrose getting so desperate to get supernatural powers he’d try becoming a reaper. I held off for a long time due to my focus being on I guess.. “canon Ambrose” getting a demon of his own as a boyfriend eventually! And I do love love LOVE those two SO much!! 🖤🖤🖤 But my mind still kept wandering back to this concept, and I just didn’t know HOW it would happen... I can’t remember when or what triggered the idea, but mainly I knew the biggest issue Ambrose had to prevent him from trying THIS out was his mother being capable of uncovering what the fuck he was doing the second he’d dare anything... So he’d need something to keep Sebastian from REACHING him.

Once he was full on in the mindset, and determined to get this done, Ambrose came across a nearby town... where a very old church was. Every day he’d come around, hovering, seeing the times it was in service, seeing how many went to it, and when they all left...

Finally, in a very quiet part of the night, sometime past 3, Ambrose slipped into that church himself, along with what he knew would be the best way. Fast, if done right. And Ambrose had certainly studied for a while on how to do everything right.

He even set some wards down too around the area. Much less obvious than the church itself such a salt, and sage and thyme plants. As well as a few drawn runes he knew to be useful and real, from some tomes he’d been given by his dear aunt Hannah.

He then set up a chair, and started tackling the rope he would be using.

He knew there were many possibilities of this failing, as he assumed such tactics always had a 50% chance of going wrong, at least. But... he had to try. This was his only chance.

As he tightened the rope firmly around his neck, Ambrose took his last deep breaths, before stepping off the chair and letting gravity do its job.

It indeed worked fast. Faster than even he would expect from such a tactic. But as he lost the ability to properly breathe, felt everything go black, and nothingness embrace him just like when one suddenly falls asleep, his last thought was likely a muddy brief comment like “finally.”

Of course, this lead to a strange scene the next morning, of a man in a black suit pacing and hovering around the church, looking increasingly disgruntled. No one had ever seen this man around here before...

The priest came out, to address him.

“May I help you sir?”

“Yes, I know this may seem out of the blue, but please.. check your attic.” The man seemed to stand tense and yet vibrating with some held back emotion, deep chocolate eyes looking watery as well. His chest rose and fell frantically.

The priest, of course, stood there a few seconds, confused. But having a feeling deep down that this was not a matter to be taken lightly.

“Alright, I’ll go see. Please wait here.” The man responded finally, hand held up, as if instinctively trying to sooth though he had no idea why. Not yet.

Within the next half hour, the small town old church became a very riotous location, as a young man was found, having hung himself in the church attic, and surrounded for some reason by salt and plants. The body was brought down, and the people inside went into an uproar, but the priest did not stop to put the poor young man’s body somewhere inside, he dutifully and almost mechanically walked back out, coming back out to the man in the black suit, who automatically erupted with sobs and shot forward to take up the boy’s body.

The priest then noticed another new person nearby. A man who distinctly looked Eastern Indian, and clearly had a connection with the other man. He rushed forward as well, to embrace the other, tears also already streaming down his face.

Despite their emotional state, the taller man looked to the priest, and nodded gratefully. “Thank you,” he choked out, “thank you for finding him.”

The priest then automatically offered them help in getting him to a hospital, but they denied, trying to get away from the scene as fast as possible. The priest was left with many confused, concerned and hysterical church goers, and could only stand there, briefly pray that the couple got through their grief safely, and tried to go back to his audience to calm everyone.

Over the next weeks the Michaelis family was quite hysterical, specifically Sebastian and Aarushi themselves, becoming unstable and trying to find some way to get Ambrose back. Sebastian, of course, being so stubborn and well.. block headed that he tried going to the reaper realm himself.

Of course this lead to Miss Grelle Sutcliff rescuing his dumb ass from getting skewered by death scythes.

But the bleak madness didn’t end there. Sebastian resorted to requesting Hannah, the powerful matriarch demoness and Grelle herself to doing whatever they could to get in contact with Ambrose, to find SOME way, even if he was now permanently a reaper, to get him back home.

Hannah... refused. She tried calmly explaining to Sebastian that it was out of everyone’s hands, including hers. If Ambrose chose this, then it was up to him on what he did next. He was a full grown adult now technically after all.

And as much as Grelle did seem level headed too about this, deep down she was in fact rather upset, and that feeling came out over the next few days as the reaper went to work herself and really got to see how things were on that side.

Ambrose was being handled like any other new recruit. At least it seemed like it. However, as many many reapers now knew of the famous demon from England Sebastian Michaelis, and somehow word had gotten out at some point that this was his son, the level of normalcy handling this particular new recruit was quickly lowered to vague stink eyes and thin lips, others keeping their distance as if this young man would lash out.

And of course, the older reapers like Mr. Spears were not really helping, considering he certainly had no soft spot for that demon nor any offspring of his.

Eventually, with Ronald Knox’s help, Grelle managed to get a moment alone with the familiar gloomy boy.

They had never been as close as Ambrose had been to Grelle’s wife; “Aunt Hannah”. But as Ambrose grew up, his maturity showed as he had learned to show her respect, seeming to.. understand where she came from with her own mental issues and suffering. Not to mention on occasion the two had gotten into fun little battles. Chainsaw vs rapier. It helped the youth get out the extra bit of aggression and anger he’d had no where else to put.

But this little reunion only ended up being a shouting match, as well as almost getting a bit too physical as Grelle found herself grabbing the boy by his crisp new white shirt lapels and asking him basically if he knew “how much he’d just screwed himself over.” And also “how dare he do this to his family, his older sibling precious Aarushi, his poor sweet dad Agni, and his long suffering mother Sebastian!”

This only ended with Ambrose locking up, face going neutral, newly emerald eyes going dull.

He wouldn’t take this, even if it was from his “Aunt”.

....

Time goes by. I really am not sure what kind of scythe to give Ambrose eventually, I feel that will be like the LAST thing I figure out as its one of the most difficult orz;;; As well as, on a lesser scale, his glasses. But I assume they’d just be basic black rectangle ones. A bit on the thin side.

And then eventually he gets picked on for his long-- and now getting messy from not being taken care of --white hair. Some are horrible insults, some warnings that are pretty valid about going out and reaping souls and making sure his hair isn’t in the way.

Eventually Ambrose resigns to wearing it up in a basic hair band. Nothing really special. He just.. doesn’t care.

He hasn’t been getting sleep. Which reapers apparently still need, and yet some tell him its pretty normal. Eventually he’ll learn to adapt. But for now, there are dark bags under his eyes...seeming permanently situated.

Finally, after what seems like a full year of this reaper business, Ambrose has another visitor.

His mind whirs with who. A human he knows like his dad somehow coming over? HE BETTER NOT BE A REAPER TOO. Or... or mum... No, he knows mum already tried. He KNOWS mum would fail every time, either by getting skewered by scythes or dragged away by someone who cares about the demon actually living.

It turns out to be Hannah.

And Ambrose... doesn’t know what to think. The first possible thing is.. is... HOW?? But then he remembers: VERY POWERFUL OLD MATRIARCH DEMON, so maybe it isn’t so strange for certain highly ranked demons to contact grim reapers???

But now the familiar voice of his aunt his speaking, addressing him in that quiet, deep voice he hasn’t heard in Gods know how long...

And the surge of emotional turmoil finally rears its ugly head, after so long being docile. He wants to break down sobbing. But there is a part of him fighting frantically to keep a serious, empty face on.

But then he sees. He finally notices...

Hannah Annafellows is crying.

Tears stream down her dark skin while she still smiles welcomingly to him. But her lips are trembling, and now he notices her hands in front of her, clasped together, are shaking as well. She is still in control, but also letting her sorrow and happiness show.

"I didn't think it was as terrible as Grelle made it out to be, and yet..." She chokes out, and then bites back from saying any more for a moment.

Ambrose wonders if.. she means the situation in general.. or his appearance, or...

“You.. You are so burdened with sadness. So much heavy sadness it covers you like a casing. And you are clearly torn up. And... and... oh, my little corvus...” She gets out, and her head slowly shakes a bit.

And now Ambrose is shattering. Why.. why does she have to explain? Why does she have to--

“You are trying...even now.. to hold on. I know this. But... you feel... deep down as if you’ve made a horrible mistake.”

Hannah’s voice went rapidly to a whisper at this. A fast, frantic whisper. As if she only had so much time now to get this out.

“And indeed, it is something irreversible, Ambrose. No power on Earth, nor any other realm can truly reverse death. Many have tried. For millions of years many have tried to. And keep trying to. I know this.”

Ambrose’s mouth started to part, but his aunt continued.

“But it was not a mistake you have made, Ambrose.... It will never be a mistake.”

The boy’s eyes widened, as Hannah shook her head again, and still smiled.

“It was simply an action you felt you needed to take at the time.... That is all. It was human nature. It always has been. And never a mistake. Not by someone like you, little one. Never someone like--”

“S-STOP IT! STOP IT HANNAH!” The boy suddenly screams. Then, quieter, with a cracked tone. “Stop... please.. stop.”

And now he’s just standing there, wiping tears and snot from his face after taking off his glasses, on the back of his jacket sleeve.

Hannah quietly steps closer then. Closer, and closer, as the boy hunches in...

And finally encircles him in her arms.

Hannah continues weeping too. They both do. While she practically tries to hold him as close as she can, without full on scooping him up like a babe once more. She rocks though. Rocking them both in place while she speaks soothing things now in demon. Her voice slower, and calmer. And her tone gentle and musical with the language of Hell that Ambrose knows himself so well...

He grew up with this. Many times he had to be soothed by songs and gentle words. Not only by Hannah, but...

Another sob wracks the boy.

He misses Mum. He misses mum. He can’t see mum. He CAN’T. But he misses mum...

He’s mumbling this outloud, brokenly.

....

Eventually things do calm. Eventually they can sit and talk lightly a bit.

And eventually Hannah also decided to grab a brush from thin air and brush the boy’s unruly long hair....

It’s a bit out of the blue... but it is another soothing act.

And when Hannah seems satisfied, instead of letting the boy return the simple hair band to it, she produces a pure black ribbon from thin air, and ties up his hair in that.

I got the idea for that with this picrew letting me put Ambrose’s hair in a ponytail with a black bow.

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Sooooo that’s mostly all I have for now on Reaper Ambrose!!! I.. feel bad about all the angst, I really do, but I love exploring this different take all the same! I hope you liked it too, dear!! 🖤🖤🖤 Thank you again for the ask!!! >w<

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