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alysses123 · 4 years ago

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@homoeroticsubtextinspace made me do it

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

Well now I do! But seriously, no not ever.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

3 I’d say. Feel uneasy but not terrified

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Idk, no one in particular I guess

4. What is your favorite word?

In english I love arson, idk why. In french (my native language), couette

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

I love oak trees but I’m not one, i’d say more of a plum tree

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

Shit I messed up my eyeliner

7. What shirt are you wearing?

Simple black one with long sleeves

8. What do you label yourself as?

Small

9. Bright room or dark room?

Bright room! With sun! or plenty of lamps!

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Definitely sleeping!

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

8. I feel like all of my childhood happened when I was 8.

12. Who told you they loved you last?

My boyfriend I think. We’re quite cheesy actually

13. Your worst enemy?

Capitalism and how it makes us feel bad for being human.

14. What is your current desktop picture?

It’s Mtg art! Slimefoot the stowaway! Loooove it so much!

15. Do you like someone?

Plenty of people! I like my friends, most of my family, my boyfriend, the cat at my place, random people...

16. The last song you listened to?

Honestly no idea

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

I’d have said the orange blob but @homoeroticsubtextinspace said Bezos and honestly? Mood.

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

Me personally I wouldn’t like punching someone. However I would love to see nazis punched in the face.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

No slaves, bad thing to enslave people.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

My hair! Love it! Especially when I dye it on shave it!

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

I would look like a very average guy I think, Not short nor tall, a bit on the skinnier side, brown haired… Well like me but as a guy.

Idk. I guess I would want to have sex because it must feel different when you have a penis.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

Not really, I don’t want to hide my talents!

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

Slugs. Hate them.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

Bread with some cereals, goat cheese, figs, honey, pepper.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

Buy useful stuff for our home. Maybe curtains.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

I don’t want to travel by plane! but I’d say Iceland, looks beautiful.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

Uuuuuuuuh…. Idk. I like infused rum so I’d say HSE.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

Don’t hurt others.

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Fuck. I also use Putain in french but I don’t particularly use it

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

My teddy bear I think? Idk, I don’t have a lot of belongings so everything I have, I love and want to keep.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

I don’t think I’ve lived a horrible experience. bad ones but not horribles ones.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

Uh… weird question but honestly it doesn’t feel very me, so I wouldn’t want to move out of France.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

I think the deads belong with Death, it’d fuck up ones brain to see someone who isn’t anymore.

34. What was your last dream about?

A coat. I want to make myself one soooo bad.But idk how I want it to be, so it’s hard.

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

porcupine? No, I’m a terrible porcupine.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

Yeah 2 times I’d say. Once I fell off a horse and once I fell of a playground trapeze.

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

Yes! I like it but it doesn’t snow enough :(

38. What is the color of your socks?

Brown, they are handknitted by a friend!

39. What type of music do you like?

here are some stuff i like:

Uuuuuuuh rap, funk, I really like the Cure, Florence and the machine, Devo, les Wriggles, Renaud (his old stuff because the new stuff is… bad. Really bad.), Zebda, Diana Ross, Earth wind and fire...

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Sunrise! feels magical.

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

I don’t really like milkshakes :/

42. What football team do you support?

None.

43. Do you have any scars?

A few. One on my cheeks looks really badass but it’s from my cat. One on my leg from when I fell off a bike. A few burn ones because I’m not careful around hot stuff, and my work involves hot irons. A new one from a dog bite. And three inked scars (okay, they’re tattoos but technically it’s a scar)

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

I graduated a few weeks ago, so I’d say I want to work in my field.

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

More confidence! That’s all n.n

46. Are you reliable?

I think I am.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Am I cringy rn?

48. Do you hold grudges?

I can put up with a lot, but when I decide I’m done, we’re done.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

A cat and a shark!

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

I have no idea.

51. Are you a good liar?

I have major anxiety if I don’t feel it’s the right thing to do but I think I can pull it off quite well, I’m a good actress.

52. How long could you go without talking?

Talking? a day or two if there’s no one around, even though I’d probably start talking to myself. Expressing myself via text or something? A couple hours, not much more n.n

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

Fringe. Very bad decision.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

Yes, of course.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

No, very bad at it.

56. What do you like on your toast?

Cheese

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

pants. Ugly, it was to explain something.

58. What would be your dream car?

None, I don't like cars.

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

No, but after the shower, I need to get most of the water off my skin before using the towel. Otherwise the towel feels too wet.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

I think there’s very little chance we’re the only living (whatever that means) beings in the whole UNIVERSE. That shit’s big.

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

No. I say I don’t believe in astrology but I know a part of me is like “what if”, so I try not to feed it ;)

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

A because it’s the first letter of my name.

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Oh hard one! Dinosaurs are cooler as in 90’s style cool, dragons are cooler as in badass col.

64. What do you think about babies?

Ugh.

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fire-fira · 5 years ago

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I-I need more Lab Escape AU ;-;

I have another fic in the works (not yet done unfortunately), but! Since you asked I’ll give you a small preview of the newest fic and some information on the boys and their reality. I hope you enjoy, and I will gladly talk about them and this AU at length– so feel free to send in whatever questions or thoughts about them that you care to. n.n

(Getting and editing this screenshot took way longer than I want to admit. lol)

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PREVIEW:

The eldest winced, but otherwise chose to ignore the parts of the comment he didn’t approve of. “The point is, it’s dangerous. I know we want to get out, I know we want to leave and never come back, but there are a lot of ways it can gowrong.”

The youngest snorted. “We already have their shifts memorized. We know where the cameras are in here. So we time things right. We get out. We leave and don’t look back.”

“We don’t know outside of this room. Not well enough,” the eldest insisted. “All it would take is one misstep and then it would all be over. I don’t want to lose any of you.”

Claws dug into the nest, faintly scraping against the hard floor underneath as the second-eldest reined in a frustrated sigh with an effort. “Lenox. We don’t have a choice. If we leave we might lose one of us, but if we stay we’re not lookin’ at a ‘might be’—we’re lookin’ at a damn near guarantee. We can’t stay. If they’re gonna cut any of us open, then we need ta get out before that can happen.”

“And where will we go?” His panic was almost a choking thing, the sort of thing that made the eldest want to curl into a ball after huddling down for his own safety. Maybe if he’d been a different type of turtle he would have already withdrawn into his shell most of the way. Unfortunately that wasn’t something he was physically capable of. Even if he had been, with the wide gouge in his shell behind his left shoulder, how much physical safety it would have offered was questionable. And it wasn’t like trying to disappear into his shell would have kept the others safe the way he wanted them to be.

The third-eldest reached out to gently squeeze the eldest’s arm, reassuring. “None of us know. There’s no way to know, not while we’re here. But out there we have a better chance than we do in here.” He knew better than the other three what might happen if they didn’t leave, had a better understanding of what might be done to them in terms of the specifics— he was, after all, the one who had figured out how to read first before turning around and secretly teaching the others and had used his skills to skim through and piece together whatever he could whenever he got the opportunity. He was also the one who had figured out how to open the ventilation shaft and had crept around the facility more than once after the staff had left for the day.

The eldest choked back a worried whine. If only… If only they could go back to the way things used to be, before they had any idea… If only there was no risk of any of them being killed by the very people who claimed they wanted to protect them. They were the only four of their species that had been found, the only ones… When the eldest spoke, it was a choked whisper, forced out past the rapidly forming knot in his chest. They had been frozen long enough; their choices were to either move… or die. “Soon. I- I don’t know when. But soon.”

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WORLD/CHARACTER INFO:

For those not acquainted with this AU of mine, these are their names before Yoshi helps them change their names:

Leo – Lenox

Raph – Corsa

Donnie – Forsyth

Mikey – Verdi

Now then!The boys were found in an out-of-the-way corner of Central Park in this reality, soon after they were mutated and were still babies. They were kept together because it was pretty quickly obvious that they were social because they kept making noises at each other and expecting a response.

The scar/gouge on Leo’s shell is thanks to an incident when the boys were 6. One of the keepers was being a little too rough with one of his brothers and Leo’s knee-jerk reaction was to bite the guy’s arm as hard as he could, which wound up with him getting thrown against a wall way too hard in the guy’s efforts to get him to let go– and ultimately resulted in a severely cracked shell that lost a chunk in the course of healing. Leo has it in his head that he has to be the appeasing one and has to watch out for his brothers and their well-being, because he’s the one to regularly think of multiple scenarios and the ways they could go wrong, with various contingency plans just in case. The poor kid probably has anxiety.

Before they escaped, Raph took advantage of the fact that the staff assumed there was only so much language they could understand and thoroughly abused that fact as an excuse for having an absolutely horrendous mouth (with loads of ‘seemingly random’ strung-together vulgar phrases to make sure they wouldn’t clue in that he wasn’t just parroting). Like other versions, this Raph is one who likes/prefers to stand his ground and fight back– but he’s also highly aware of his weaknesses and so will do what he can to avoid a situation where he feels powerless. He keeps people at a distance with a lot of snapping, snarling, and bravado while also having the tendency to try to charge head-first at a problem (and damn the consequences), yet he’s got a gentle protective side that makes him want to push back against Leo’s worrying (even if he can’t see a way for things to play out that doesn’t match up with what Leo thinks might happen).

Donnie is an information SPONGE. He was the first to learn how to read (through lots of sneaky observation and carefully picking things apart in his mind) before turning around and teaching the other three, has trained himself to have a near-photographic memory (it was the easiest way for him to absorb any text he got access to when he usually only had a few moments to look), and was very easily bored out of his skull in their enclosure. There was one point where he was bored enough that he tried to climb to the top of their enclosure to get a better look at some of the detail on the ceiling and ended up slipping and breaking his left arm when he landed. He’s also the one who figured out how to open the ventilation shaft without being found out, which led the four of them to be more familiar with the complex as a whole than they otherwise would be (and was actually the source of him getting access to a lot more information). For Donnie knowledge is both power and something he’s felt starved for, so if he’s not careful and if someone doesn’t put the brakes on it fast enough, he could easily become obsessive and so absorbed in learning and information-gathering that he could completely neglect eating or sleeping, along with anything else.

Mikey is the bright ball of sunshine who manages to keep the other three from retreating and hiding or pushing themselves too far. He’s also leading the way in his hope that things will get better, and has been more willing than the other three to trust and take risks that the right people won’t harm them (like Yoshi). Because of his deliberately cheerful disposition he tends to be better equipped not to freeze in a given moment when it might be dangerous to, but he’s also extremely prone to nightmares and when he gets upset he’s prone to hiding. He’s also got a bad habit of trying to deny that anything is wrong with him because he feels like if he gives into his bad moods too much that he won’t be there for his brothers when they need him.

All four of them pushed the ultimate dad-button on Yoshi, and he gladly took them in the night he realized four terrified teenagers were hiding in the alley behind his home. He’s blind and lost his sight during the same incident that killed Tang Shen, though he can still see light and vague shapes of color. Part of his going to America in the first place was due to a falling out with his grandfather (both over who he married and that he refused to be an ‘appropriate’ heir to the clan). He runs a Shinto shrine and allows visitors to spend time in his gardens, and he’s often sought out for advice– all of which makes it easier for him to maintain the privacy of the non-public portion of his home. He rarely makes mention of his knowledge of martial arts or the fact that he was supposed to be his grandfather’s heir for the Hamato clan, unless he feels it’s worth mentioning.

April and Casey both will eventually meet the boys, but I haven’t figured out specifics yet.

#Leonardo #Raphael #Donatello #Michelangelo #Lab Escape AU #TMNT #TMNT AU #Hamato Yoshi #my fiction #long post #cake4ninja

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allmightismyghostwriter · 6 years ago

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What are your HC's in how ya bois smell, or what colognes/perfumes they wear? I'm a huge perfume nerd and I must know, it's like horoscopes but more expensive

I don't know a /thing/ about cologne, and I'm sorry for that, but I do have some headcanons for the guys' scents! I'd love some recommendations for colognes from this n.n

Since you didn't request anyone in particular, I'm gonna do the main 3 teacher boys, Dave, and VladKing. If you would like anyone else later, just let me know!!

Now, this man has to wear some kind of cologne because he needs to cover up two main scents: sweat and blood.

His natural scent is a little metallic and musty. The kind that you might not like if you're not comfortable with at first, but you get addicted to over time.

Otherwise, his scents are that of honey and fresh sunflowers, along with a touch of vanilla.

Like baked sunflower seeds dusted in honey.

Bittersweet.

His natural scent isnt that great. I mean, does this man even shower? He's a mess. Please force him into the shower with promises of pampering.

He smells of shae butter most prominently, for his dry hands.

And his face smells of salt from the tears that holding his eyes opens causes.

More alluring scents he's know to carry are those of herbs that help him sleep. Such as Chamomile and Lavender.

The most fashion concious of these three boys, this man always smells good.

His natural scent is most obviously from his hair gel. It smells of citrus and sea salt.

He will often wear sweeter scents since he likes to attract attention.

Some of his favorites are holiday themed, such as gingerbread and hot chocolate.

Dave's natural scents are from working long hours in his lab. Rust from the metals and chemicals from the experiments.

He uses coconut scented shampoos, which you can still smell a good day or two after his last shower, if you bury your nose in his hair.

Other scents he carries are that of caramel and coffee.

A pinch of cinnamon might catch your nose, also, if you're lucky!

Sekijiro is another man who has to cover up the scent of blood. But it is to be expected, with his quirk.

He prefers scents marketed towards men: charcoal and lumber and fresh linens.

He has those huge candles all around his house that he lights at night to get the smell of blood out of the house after a long day of hero work.

He also loves the scent of cigars, though he doesn't personally smoke, himself.

#bnha #mha #bnha hcs #mha hcs #toshinori yagi #all might #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #present mic #kan sekijirou #vlad king

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eccentricwearsgoggles · 6 years ago

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All the emoji questions thank

oh darn fine okay aifklsjfklds under cut because it was a lot of questions

🐰- do you believe in soul mates? I don’t believe in like… destiny or fate. But I feel like people can meet and be right for each other, because there’s so many people out there, and even if the ‘right’ person came at the wrong time, it mainly just comes down to willingness to love and to do what is right to improve what you have with someone else. you kinda have to have a strong foundation to begin with though, and share the similarities in living and personality that are going to make it work.

💌- diary or journal? i used to be more of a diary person, and then i was a journal person and now i’m neither tbh. kinda want to pick up journaling again though.

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most? uhhh, this is prolly a longshot and i’m buttering myself up but, pyrrha nikos from rwby

💕- are you crushing on someone? NAH not really I’d think?

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain? prolly both. just like, it could be raining but preferably NOT in the rain, but while in the dark. that sounds pretty romantic and cheesy SHRUGS

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis: n.n uwu ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) :eyesemoji:

🍼- what is your favorite memory? IT’S TOO CHEESY

🌸- what is your favorite flower? tulips and roses i guess??

💖- have you ever been in love? uhhhh yes

🍰- strawberry or vanilla? probably strawberry tbh

🍯- describe your favorite smell: i like the smell of grass/trees after it’s rained. not like that gross muddy smell, that more fresh and nice smelling one idk i’m bad at explaining.

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be? i don’t really want to list things that are attainable. but being settled down and married is something i think about a lot. wish i could meet my grandma on my mom’s side though. but i’m starting to think i’m running out of time… and that she’ll be passing soon. the rest of my grandparents aren’t even worth meeting, honestly. would love to travel around the us to meet all my online friends though!

🍪- cookie dough or cookies? cookies all the way!! it’s so much better baked. cookie dough lovers can take a hike (jk jk jk)

☕- coffee or tea? depends on the mood, but mostly coffee in the morning on work days tbh.

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies? it was hard for me to decide, but probably in the forest with fairies.

🍂- what’s your middle name? c-catherine

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign? idfk how to tell what that is i’ma just say scorpio

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days? fall asleep. cuddle with my cats. watch stuff and be lazy

🍭- how tall are you? 5′3″. i’m hecka shorty, kinda wish i was like at least 5′7 or something.

💒- which show would you want to live in? stranger things so that i could bone billy askhfjljflkd NO i’m kidding… uhhh idk smallville maybe? i’m not too much of a show person so this one stumped me

🎄- what is your favorite holiday? sorrys i hate holidays so it’s gonna be a no, chief

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite? don’t really like candles tbh… anything that smells flowery though i guess.

🎶- favorite song right now? it’s not living by the 1975

💘- 3 ways to win your heart? Hardworking. Gentleman qualities. And apparently, being a nerd/dork… to the full extent because that makes me swoon.

🍩- current mood? CHILL

❄️- what is your favorite season? prolly fall

💍- your current relationship status? not available. i’m basically a 404 when you visit my page

📷- a photo of yourself

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled? pampered, not spoiled! just the right amount don’t overdo it cuz ya, i can do things to YA KNOW n.n

🕊️- 3 habits you have? tie up my hair all the time even though it causes headaches, sleeping in on weekends, wearing my glasses on my head

🦄- how do you perceive yourself? a multi-racial hispanic whomst is trying her best jk. the trying my best is true though, and that i’m telling it like it is, and i expect the same from others. i think i’m kinda cool i think i might actually be my friend if i didn’t seem so aloof all the time tbh

🦋- how do you think others perceive you? stuck up or awkward maybe??? at least in person. but some people do see me as a lawful good type? and i mean i am??? rissa says i’m chaotic good which isn’t true :[

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys: Having common ground with morals and values. But also similar sense of humor. Also nice hair??? I like hair. Dork types. You know.

🍓- one secret about yourself: i still have dreams about bumping into one of my former crushes. i think i just wanna be friends with him still but I”M SO BAD AT CONVERSATION. and honestly i think we mostly both are

��- how do you act when you have a crush? super obvious and extra about it. i get awkward and say their name a lot. also go out of my way to help. also eye contact probably wavers a bit to not seem to obvious? i also pick on them

💔- the reason behind your last breakup? never had a breakup

💬- what your last text message says? Hey how r u?

🎥- what show are you currently binging on? The Good Place

⛅- what is your morning routine? waking up 20 mins before work, going to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth and throw my clothes on and then having coffee at work

💗- who do you miss? lots of people tbh

🥀- last time you cried? wednesday in a walmart YEAH I KNOW. it was mostly suppressed and nothing full blown

🎁- when is your birthday? novembs 10

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience? most of my sleep paralysis induced dreams

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you? i think the youngest i would date would be about 21 or 22, and oldest i might go as far as 30, because my first crush was about a 5 year gap w/ me.

🎀- any question you want: how about me asking my anons why they want to see my feet jus kidding i know that’s @silverseasofsummer

#repent zoomer #asks

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sssoto · 7 years ago

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Get to Know the Writer Tag!

And here we go again with another tag! This time I was tagged by @brandonmcmann n.n

1. Favourite fictional villain?

I can’t just choose one, I need to have a scope to work within! So I’m gonna say my favourite Disney villain, and pick Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, because that dude creeps me out and I love it <3

2. What do you think makes a good hero?

A good hero or a good protagonist? I mean, for a hero, I would assume that bravery would be a pretty valuable trait. To defeat the bad guys and overcome the obstacles and all that, yanno?

3. Do you prefer writing lit fic or genre fiction?

I’m actually not even sure what I’m writing. To some degree I would say genre fiction because there are genres I find super intriguing and want to explore (such as horror/mystery/other worlds), but I’d say my writing has an element of lit fic to it as well as it explores human nature and social issues quite a lot. I don’t even know, fam.

4. Favourite fictional hero?

Okay, this I seriously cannot answer lol. There are too many, TOO MANY I SAY.

5. What are your thoughts on fanfiction of your work?

Omg I love it!! Please give me all the fanfiction! The thought that people would be so invested in my characters that they’d want to spend time in their heads and imagine them in different scenarios makes me so happy and flattered <3 Besides, my project is literally fanfiction, so it would be hypocrisy if I was anti-fanfic lol!

Personally, I don’t understand the stigma around fanfiction. Fanfiction is basically just adaptations of existing stories and characters, whether that be fictional or something else; even creative fiction about real historical figures is fanfiction to some degree, it’s just fanfic about true events lol. Adaptations are made all the time anyway, especially in the film business, so why judge? Are the Jane Austen books published by contemporary authors any less fanfic than a 100k story posted on AO3?

I know there are people concerned with copyright too, but the moment your work is out there, peope are free to use it whatever way they want as long as it’s personal and not for monetary gain (unless you have a special arrangement and permission). Otherwise artists wouldn’t be able to make fanart, the talented editors here on Tumblr wouldn’t be able to make gifs and aeshetics and manipulations, and in general fan community would just be a lot less creative. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6. Would a video game adaptation of your current WIP be possible?

Um.

I think the question is: would a novelization of my current favourite video game be possible?

The answer would be YES.

7. Which famous author/writer (dead or alive) would you like to meet?

Omg too many. Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan Poe, HP Lovecraft, Jane Austen, JK Rowling, Laini Taylor, Stephen King, Charles Dickens, HC Andersen...

8. Who would play your MC if your work was turned into a movie/TV show?

Hmm Ben Barnes? He had the look in that Dorian Gray movie!

His face isn’t right tho. Hmmm. I don’t really know that any actor I’m familiar with would be the right fit for Daniel as of now!

9. Favourite satire novel?

I don’t read a lot of satire specifically, but I think I would say Pride and Prejudice. Or The Importance of Being Earnest, though I’m not sure if that counts? Probably not since you asked for my favourite satire novel, not play lol

10. Favourite word to use?

I do like to say indeed a lot in my prose lmao.

Thanks once again for tagging me, @brandonmcmann! I’m not gonna tag anyone, but if y’all wanna answer these questions, go ahead and consider yourself tagged! <3

#writeblr #Amnesia the dark descent #disney #the hunchback of notre dame #fanfiction #personal #tag game

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puddingmcmuffin · 7 years ago

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For the ship and number ask, Turtlebug and (I'm being terrible because I'm throwing a lot at you) 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 16, 18, 31, 32, 35, 36, 39, 40, and 43. n.n

Turtlebug (Zarkon/Reach Ambassador(Talak))

1. How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

Neither of them are usually the type to outright say that they want to cuddle or anything, so when they first get to bed, they give the other space. But at some point, one of them rolls over and takes the other into their arms.

If Talak is feeling cuddly, though, he’ll bring it up in a way that makes it seem that Zarkon is the needy one.

Both are pretty good at getting up early, Zarkon because he doesn’t need much sleep, and Talak because he’s just used to getting up early. It can depend on who wakes up first, but whoever does typically waits for the other to wake up before getting up.

Also kind of related, I was asking my friend how well Zarkon would do with cold, and she told me that not only would he need all of the space heaters and blankets, but he would also drag Talak underneath the covers and use him as a space heater.

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

Like most of the Ambassador’s relationships, it needs to be kept secret. He’s a diplomat and really isn’t supposed to be getting to know Zarkon beyond a professional relationship.

If it’s just a fling, it’s more of an open secret. But if it looks like there are actual feelings between the two, that would be when the Reach Homeworld guys would get worried, since they can’t have their Ambassador be emotionally compromised.

Zarkon in general prefers the private aspects of his life to remain just that. Public displays of affection do not happen. Baseless rumors will always be there, of course, of what he and Talak actually are to each other, and those he doesn’t bother to have silenced. To go out of his way to assure people that he isn’t messing around with the Ambassador would only prove that there was something going on, so by simply ignoring those rumors while they’re flying around means that most people will ignore that idea as well.

(There are probably people who secretly hope it’s real though, and have probably written fanfictions about them (Varkon’s probably read some of them))

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

NOPE.

Zarkon’s first inclination when he saw Talak was to get pissed off, since he thought the Reach had sent Talak as an insult (it was the clothes). As for Talak, he figured that Zarkon had a really huge ego, since Haggar was doing most of the talking when they first met (figuring that Zarkon just thought he was “too good” to talk directly to him).

Talak did think he was pretty attractive, hence why he started trying to mess with Zarkon’s head almost immediately, to see how he would react and also if he could get something out of it.

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

Zarkon tries to use the line Talak first used on him a lot (the “something beautiful” thing), although it doesn’t always make a lot of sense for the situation and Talak makes fun of him for it a little.

7. What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could?

Talak doesn’t like how often Zarkon goes to see the gladiatorial matches, mostly since they’ve gotten to a point that Talak needs to go with him, and he just really, really hates going to those things. He’s annoyed that Zarkons seems to actually like them, and while he understands wanting a distraction from the duties of being emperor, it would be nice if he could find something else to give his attention to.

Zarkon at times feels that Talak is not entirely genuine when they are alone. That might just be something that is inevitable, though, since Talak’s job as an Ambassador means that he constantly needs to be making people happy, and therefore, sometimes the things he says just feel fake.

Zarkon also wishes Talak would at least cover his stomach (but if he mentions it, Talak will counter with “but I thought you liked it considering how you were staring at me that one time”).

8. What do the like best about their partner?

Both like the physical traits of the other; Zarkon thinks Talak is beautiful, and Talak thinks Zarkon has a rugged handsomeness.

Zarkons also likes Talak for his intellect, and how fast he can pick up on something. He also admires that Talak was never afraid of him, despite the fact that Zarkon could easily destroy him if he really wanted to.

Talak has a preference to big muscles and deep voices, so there’s that. He also likes the serious air Zarkon has around him (that Talak will break just to see him try not to get flustered).

16. Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat?

Secrets are inevitable in their relationship. Although it’s never been said outright, their treaty was made for the sole purpose of finding a weakness in the other. The Reach are looking for a way to destroy the Galra from within, and the Galra are doing the same with the Reach. For that reason, certain secrets can never be shared.

Both have also kept quiet about secrets more personal to them. Talak once asked what Zarkon’s relationship was to Haggar, and Zarkon, knowing that he couldn’t give a vague answer without making Talak more curious, just told him that Haggar was his oldest friend and supporter, and that she has been by his side for thousands of years. (the truth about Haggar is probably something Zarkon has never told anyone)

18. What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

When Zarkon isn’t trying to make Talak uncomfortable and Talak isn’t trying to mess with Zarkon’s head, they usually will just sit in private at the end of the day, drinking wine and chatting. It’s good stress-relief for both of them.

31. Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

Zarkon found that he seemed to be using prettier language after spending some time with Talak (although it isn’t always good since he wants to maintain the image of a ruthless warlord).

They both on occasion will finish the other’s sentence, although when Zarkon does it to Talak, he’s somewhat annoyed by it. It’s fine when he does it to Zarkon, but he doesn’t like it when it’s done to him (so Zarkon does it when he wants to annoy him).

32. Do they ever get into trouble? Is it serious, or are they just mischievous?

Zarkon can technically get away with whatever he wants, considering that he’s the emperor of an entire galactic empire. But again, there’s that image to maintain, so he needs to make sure his actions aren’t out of place. Talak is also under constant scrutiny, so getting into trouble isn’t a good idea. Neither are the type to cause mischief, anyway (although Talak has considered trying to put Dawur into the gladiatorial matches, but he knows the Enforcer would actually enjoy that).

35. Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? Do they have a fatal flaw?

It’s hard to determine if these two can bring out “the best” in each other, since the way they view the universe is the same (and very harmful to the people that they take over). In that sense, they can be considered to be bad for each other, since all they’re doing is encouraging the belief that the universe needs to follow their ideals.

But in the case with these two, there would be no semblance of a relationship if they didn’t agree with each other on that front (no serious relationship with Talak, and no relationship at all with Zarkon, honestly). The people who would disagree with them aren’t the kind of people either would generally associate with.

36. What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

They’re very good at talking things out, and with diplomatic issues, they’re very good at working together. They’re also very like-minded.

Both have a good amount of pride and a bit of an ego, though (although it’s a bit worse in Talak’s case). And this is something else that is encouraged in their relationship; a little bit of an idea that they’re better than those “beneath” them (except Haggar; Haggar is deserving of the utmost respect).

(Talak is somewhat confused by what Haggar is to Zarkon, and although the answer the emperor gave him did seem truthful, it seemed like there was more to the story. He wants to know what the deal is, but is trying to find a way to find out without asking, since he’s sure Zarkon will either repeat himself or just stop talking to him about it.)

39. Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?

Talak technically did, but as he usually does, he did it in a way that made Zarkon make the first move. Pretty much he would just bait Zarkon until Zarkon took action. So that first time they made out Zarkon initiated it, but Talak drove him to that point.

40. Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

The places they can go while being unseen are limited; most often they’ll go to Zarkon’s throne room or a private room on the Reach flagship (or to one of their private quarters, if they can get there unseen >_> ). Any place where they can sit quietly together is special enough.

43. Do they talk often? What about?

Largely about the projects the Reach’s scientists are doing with Haggar’s druids, and how those are turning out. They also talk about the history of each of their species; where they came from, and how they got to the point where they are currently.

One night Talak went on a mini-rants about the Green Lantern Corps and how annoying they are, which then segwayed into all of the other lantern corps. Zarkon was a little surprised that with how many lantern corps there are, he had never run into even one of them.

#Turtlebug #Zarkon #Reach Ambassador #fire fira #answered!#ship headcanon ask #Voltron Legendary Defender #Young Justice #The Galra #The Reach #sorry for how long this took XP

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frogsandfries · 7 years ago

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Okay, I can’t contain myself anymore

Steven Universe spoilers and fan theories below the cut. I’m begging you to join in.

I’m gonna try to summarize my feelings on everything from where I left off.

Your Mother and Mine--guys, I felt so awkward for Garnet, here she is, she loves all these gems, she really sees their beauty and they’re all just suuuper uncomfortable and it’s so sad!!! It broke my heart a little; they’re like us; they’re conditioned to feel like they’re poor/bad/wrong, but they’re so unique and beautiful. Garnet had to be retrained to see herself as beautiful; an experience worth living. But Padparadscha is just eeee she’s so cute and charming and I love her. She’s like, five seconds too late. Like me sometimes (if we’re ever out in public and I hesitate, I really prefer you not butt in for me--it drives me crazy in the worst way). I love that Lars is always like “Thanks Padparascha”; she’s part of the gang, part of the crew--accepted!! Just the way she is n.n

I need to stitch a Padparasha patch. Oooh with a Mister Roger’s quote--yuussssss!!!!!!!

When Garnet says, “They said they annihilated all of you on Homeworld, but here you are. They think they have us on the run, but they're the ones that are running from the truth. And the truth is we... are... everywhere!“ I wanna hold on to this for a moment, just *breathes it in*

Let’s not forget when Padparascha predicts Lars is pressing the wrong button *squealing and rolling on the floor* She really is helpful just the way she is.

However, let’s take a step back. I hate to be a downer, but I honestly think Garnet has some growing up to do. I’m not sure what it is, but she always has this tendency to......I hate to put my thumb right in it and say “jump ahead”--but it’s like she’s jumping or skipping over others and their experiences, blindered by her own experiences. I hope she begins to grow as a character and maybe become a little more....empathetic? I mean, I know between Sapphire and Ruby, there’s really not a lot of empathy going on--a lot of zero-to-one-hundred rage/fury, and a lot of “this all works out in the end”...well, coolness. But not a lot of looking through others’ eyes.

We take a nice little breather with the Big Show, showing us how important it is to be ourselves and do our thing, but never forget the ones who support us. I’m sorry guys, but as usual, I’m kind of jealous of someone whose mother cherishes them so much, and while I can empathize that Sadie feels smothered by her mother, I’m so jealous that her mother loves her so much. I’m sure if I had a mother like that, I’d be so caught up in feeling smothered, I wouldn’t appreciate it for what it is at its core. I’m glad at the end, Sadie realizes that sometimes you should be careful what you wish for. Her mother respected her wishes, and it disappointed Sadie. I’m also so pleased, in a way, that Barb was able to stay away from her beloved daughter’s first big show; I think it really does show how much Barb loves her daughter. Who brought these onions???

Pool Hopping cracked me up guys. Garnet’s little baby Steven is getting so mature!!! But also, another flag that Garnet is the one not making a lot of character growth, which, okay so she’s literally thousands of years old. Maybe it’s like how it would take vampires from thousands of years ago a long time to adjust to this new world. Maybe I just need to be patient.

The Letters to Lars seemed a little “filler”-y, but really, for a catch-up/recap episode, it was really sweet and thoughtful and I love that it kind of had a point. Rarely do recap episodes feel like they have a point. I feel very apathetic about Mayor Dewey, so enh. I don’t really care either way about him becoming Donut Dewey or whatever. And really, idk I don’t understand why we’re holding onto the Big Donut. Is this some kind of symbology or symmetry thing?

Can’t Go Back was.....just heartbreaking.....but again, still not what I’m getting amped up about. It makes me sad to feel like Lapis overreacted, that she wouldn’t even listen to someone who she claims to believe is her friend. She didn’t even ask any questions, she just leapt to her own, independently formed solution. I just feel for her, y’know? She spent so much time being hurt by her own kind, imprisoned and abused, and then promptly she decides to become jailer to a horrific, toxic gem. That doesn’t last long before this place that she thought she would try to call home is threatened by the very power that damaged her in the first place. But.....being alone and lonely.....is just going to hurt her even more.

I mean, I guess sometimes there’s peace in solitude. I hope Lapis finds her peace and her solitude. I hope she finds a place where she can feel safe, and that, even though her journey is going to be long, she begins to heal. But I feel like maybe we won’t be seeing her again for a long time.

A Single Pale Rose, I think is at least one of the biggest parts of what has people fucked up. I’ve been hearing people ask kind of, wtf is going on? Or they’re really confused (were?) about this whole Pearl-Diamond-Rose thing. It’s funny to me because it’s simple (i.e. apply occams razor). Pearl is not pretending to be Pink Diamond; the only person Pearl is impersonating is Rose Quartz. Pink Diamond is Pink Diamond, because Pink Diamond is trying to become Rose Quartz. It’s kind of interesting that Pink Diamond thinks the best way to “die” is at the hands of Rose Quartz.

I also kind of think it’s funny, some people are thinking about this way too hard and getting confused. It’s okay guys, it really is as simple as it looks. Pearl is pretending to be Rose Quartz when she poofs Pink Diamond. Pink Diamond wants to be poofed so her next permanent form can be Rose Quartz. Like when our Crystal Gems lost Rose and they “grew up”. Remember how, when they met Greg, they were like children. Then they changed their forms to be “grown up”, for Steven.

But, it’s a total mindfuck that Pink Diamond was posing as Rose Quartz and spent the rest of her life as Rose Quartz. What were her motives? Why was this the best way to get the Diamonds to leave her/the Pink colony alone? I don’t understand. So many gems got shattered--to what end?? Or DID they get shattered? Did Pink Diamond make them up like she made up her shards? How did she manage to make up the shards in the first place, let alone how was it so convincing, no one noticed a whole entire gem just....picked up and carried off by Rose Quartz??? I’m so confused--also what upset Garnet so much I’m gonna think about this constantly and obsess until the episode is released???? How did Pink Diamond take on a whole completely entire other persona???

Other people have asked the significant questions: How has Rose Quartz hidden being Pink Diamond when she fuses? Is it a Diamond thing?

And--even more important.....what role does myth play in this series now? I’ve never asked that, but Garnet tells a story in Your Mother about Rose and Pink interacting.....that’s impossible, we now know. Also, the Offcolors were told a myth, that Rose Quartz was a monster, a beast, a freak, defective and killed all the gems she met.

What about the gems who were destroyed because of Pink’s duplicity.....??

I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY LEFT US ON THIS BIG OF A CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (But, like, I’m too bashful to hound the creators--c’mon you guys, have some humanity; don’t hound the people who work on Steven Universe. Leave them alone, they’re people too.)

I mean, okay, sure, I’m clever enough to come up with a million fanfics in my head. And sure, maybe it would be a great exercise for my brain--factory work doesn’t do much by way of mental stimulation.

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fire-fira · 8 years ago

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If You Think My Truth Is A Lie, You Can Get Bent

This wonderful fic was born from a request I couldn’t turn down for a fic with Bart being trans. It took me a few days, but I’m proud of the result and I hope this hits the spot for the anon who requested this fic. I got you fam, and your gender is valid; anybody tries to invalidate anyone for being trans or non-binary and I’ll go full-on NB-battle-ax on them.

I hope everyone enjoys this fic and has as much fun with it as I had writing it. n.n

Oh yeah, and a couple minor warnings for mentioned transphobia and Bart’s justified swearing.

EDIT: Credit for the ‘bug fucker’ insult goes to @disregardcanon. Thanks a ton for thinking it up! I just had to use it. n.n

If You Think My Truth Is A Lie, You Can Get Bent (Ao3 version)

“Kid Flash. B-2-3.”

Before the computer had even finished announcing his arrival Bart was half-way across the zeta-tube chamber and on his way to storm through the passage between the living room area and kitchen of their current base and down the hall straight into his room. He was going far more slowly than he would have normally, closer to the rapid furious stalking of non-speedsters, but it was more out of an effort to not throw everything into disarray in his wake than out of any actual restraint. As soon as he was in his room (and damned if he wasn’t frustrated about not being able to slam the door) he snatched his pillow from his bed, covered his face with it, and screamed.

There were a lot of things that frustrated him about the past… this time… whatever, but for the most part he was of the opinion that it (justifiably) was better than his original time. However, one thing he had run into on a routine basis that never failed to make him want to tear his hair out was the complete and utter bullshit he got over being trans. In his original time it hadn’t even been that big a deal! ‘Oh, you’re a guy? Okay. No problem. Just try to avoid Reach attention. None of this “you don’t know what you’re getting into” or “it’s just a phase” or “you’re just confused” bullcrap!’ He threw the pillow across the room with another frustrated scream as he yelled, “That egotistical bug-fucker!”

Bart hadn’t been this pissed off in a long time; in fact, the last time he’d been this upset was after the Reach had been booted off of Earth and he’d realized that his supply of testosterone was running out. It had been hard enough to get his supply in his original time— especially considering the fact that he required much more than the average person thanks to his heightened metabolism. It had been a miracle that the other members of the resistance had felt that preventing him from developing in a way that felt wrong to him had been enough of a priority that they’d taken the risk to get and continuously create his supply in first place. When he’d realized that his supply had been about to run out (though he’d been trying to stretch how long it would last) and that he had been close to facing the onset of a female puberty, he’d flown into a panic. (And yeah, he knew that technically his body was a male body by virtue of the fact that he was a guy, but it didn’t change the fact that the idea of ever going through a period made him feel like he wanted to claw his way out of his own skin.) That brief period of half-doses had already had its effect and he was fortunate that he was still mostly flat-chested— certainly enough so that almost no one ever noticed that he wasn’t entirely flat-chested— but whether the small size was due to the fact that he’d still had half-doses of testosterone or because he was a speedster he wasn’t entirely sure. Honestly he didn’t really care.

Outing himself to the others had been weird (certainly a hell of a lot more awkward than he’d expected) but for the most part they’d gotten past it and just rolled with it. The League doctors had been more than willing to re-establish his supply and be his primary doctors on that count; it was far easier for them to give him the amount he needed outside of any official medical framework than for him to have to contend with insurance, counseling (which why it was needed made no damned sense to him), and likely not being able to afford as much as he needed. He didn’t even want to think about the run-around he probably would have had to deal with thanks to being meta and all the special medical requirements that entailed.

But now Bart had run into a situation the League doctors couldn’t help him with (they had expressed concerns that they weren’t equipped or knowledgeable enough to do what he wanted correctly), so with Barry and Iris’s help— and the promise of funding from Bruce to help cover it all— Bart had to go through official means. He wanted bottom surgery, and as far as he was concerned the sooner he could get it done, the better. He was 17 (going on 18), he knew exactly who he was and what he wanted, and damn it all he wanted to be completely comfortable with Jaime and Khaji Da! Bart was getting sick and tired of accidental moments of contact that made him flinch on reflex, though Jaime and Khaji Da both were absolutely fantastic about avoiding areas he didn’t like having touched. Honestly there were times where he just wanted to not care, where he just wanted to jump them and screw them senseless (or be screwed senseless by them as the case might be). He wanted to be able to curl up with them, make out with them, and be able to have them practically climbing the walls without having to stop and think about the ways his own body felt wrong to him. He wanted to be able feel like his body was right and that he could press close to Jaime and Khaji Da without constantly being reminded of what he physically lacked or had that he didn’t want. He just fucking wanted to be him without anyone telling him that he was something he wasn’t just because his body didn’t match up with their stupid understanding of what it ‘should be’ for him to be a ‘real man.’ And okay, yeah, he did want the ‘right’ anatomy for the sake of feeling like himself and being able to make love to his partners in a way that felt right. He had his priorities! ‘And hot alien-bug-sex without feeling dysphoric as hell is one of them,’ he thought bitterly.

But that doctor… that stupid bug-fucking, patronizing, piece-of-shit doctor had the gall to think that Bart was ‘confused.’ Bart picked up his alarm clock and threw it across the room, causing it to smash into pieces against the wall.

He’d known that going through official means was going to be more obnoxious and take longer than he’d prefer, but he had thought he’d been prepared for it. He had thought that he was more than ready to jump through any stupid hoops he needed to in order to get what he needed done. He hadn’t been prepared for how unbelievably condescending or transphobic some people could be. The idea that someone would ever look him in the eye and say the words, “What you’re asking for is irreversible and you’re still fairly young. It’s not the sort of choice you should make on a whim. And what if you decide you want to have children when you’re older?” had never even crossed his mind. The idea that anyone would ever suggest or dare to presume that he would ever want to be pregnant had been so far off his radar that he’d been struck completely speechless. As if that hadn’t been enough, the piece-of-shit doctor had misinterpreted his silence and then had dared to pat his knee and say, “You’re a beautiful young lady. I’m sure if you take the time to sort through some things you’ll understand that you shouldn’t have to feel like you need to do this to yourself.”

A lamp sailed across the room this time and collided with his mirror, which shattered on impact. Bart couldn’t remember precisely what he’d said to the doctor in his somewhat extensive tirade, but he knew there had been a rather blatant “Fuck you!” in there somewhere along with “egotistical Reach-fucking piece of shit” and a few other choice invectives before he’d stormed out. Bart was about ready to throw something else (although what, he had no idea) when he heard a quiet knock on the door.

“Bart?” Jaime called, ��Hermoso, are you okay?”

Bart sagged. On one hand he didn’t want Jaime or Khaji Da seeing the fact that he’d been in the middle of destroying his room, but on the other hand he wanted to see them. One thing he absolutely adored about both of them was that neither of them had ever doubted that he knew himself; they had never seen him as anything but the guy he was, and even when he came out to them they had just accepted it and hadn’t let it impact how they saw him in the slightest. “Door’s not locked,” he finally mumbled as he flopped onto his bed.

Jaime cautiously tapped the controls to open the door and froze for a moment when he saw the wreck on one side of Bart’s room. He was in one of his usual hoodies and jeans, so clearly he’d been on base for a while rather than out running around preventing disasters— though considering the state of Bart’s room, he might as well have been walking into one. He stepped into the room and tapped the controls to close the door before making his way over to sit next to Bart. Side-eyeing the broken mirror, he said, “Was it the appointment?”

Bart gave an aggravated sigh as he raked a hand through his hair and said, “Yeah.”

“That bad?”

“That bad,” the speedster agreed.

They were silent for a moment or two as Jaime scooted closer and slid an arm around Bart’s shoulders. Finally Jaime asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Bart snorted, but let his head fall to Jaime’s shoulder. “Are you sure the two of you want to listen to my ranting?”

There was a subtle shift in physical tension, a clear indicator that Khaji Da had switched control with Jaime, and then Khaji Da said with that beautiful voice of his, full of calm poise, “We are both willing to listen to everything you have to say. If we were not used to listening to your rants by now, I doubt we would be so involved.”

Bart glanced up to meet Khaji Da’s warm golden gaze and couldn’t help the slight smile that was trying to creep onto his face. “You’re being a tease,” he playfully accused.

“Negative. I am being honest,” Khaji Da said with a smirk in a blatant tease.

“You’re both sure you want to listen to my whining?”

One of their golden eyes faded back to Jaime’s brown before the two of them deliberately said in their odd dual-voice, “We would never call that whining nuestro corazón. We love you. If it helps to get it out, we want to listen.”

“…I hope you two realize how unbelievably hot it is when you do that.” Bart could never get enough of hearing those two separate voices with their separate accents at once. It was the sort of thing that drove him to distraction with how incredibly sexy he thought it was.

They rolled their eyes in fond exasperation and said, “You’re dodging.”

Bart made a face, but didn’t disagree. “I hate his face.”

They blinked and then Jaime asked in a somewhat confused tone, “Who?”

“The doctor I had to deal with. Doctor ‘Rothram’— more like Doctor ‘Reach-fucking-piece-of-shit’,” Bart said, dropping into a sneer as he said the doctor’s name.

Jaime’s eyebrows shot up. “Do I even want to know what he said?”

It was like the flood-gates opened; Bart’s anger boiled over at recalling the encounter and all of it just came pouring out. “The stupid bastard wouldn’t refer to me by name as soon as he found out I was trans and what I wanted, while I was explaining myself he was giving me this condescending ‘oh you poor thing’ look the entire fucking time, and then when I stopped talking he did this whole damned roundabout reasoning bullshit to try to ‘talk me down’ from doing something ‘irreversible’ because that crusty over-glorified garbage-pile of a doctor thought that I’m motivated by ‘self-hate’ and that all I ‘needed’ was some therapy so that I would ‘stop hating myself’ and ‘accept’ that there’s ‘nothing wrong with being a girl’ and that if I just thought things through that I’d ‘realize’ that I’m a ‘beautiful young lady’ and I’d eventually ‘find a man who would make me happy’ and I just— I want to fucking wreck his FACE!” If Jaime and Khaji Da hadn’t been there Bart would have gone right back to throwing things. As it was, he had bounced to his feet and angrily paced back and forth while he was ranting. “I mean, I’ve dealt with a lot of shit— a lot of shit— but that asshole… If I was ever going to turn into a fucking supervillain it’d be his fault! Him and his condescending transphobic bullshit would be at fault for making me snap and turn into some sort of maniac hell-bent on killing off every last transphobic pile of Reach-sucking garbage! And I’d be laughing about it! LAUGHING!”

Jaime and Khaji Da watched him pace back and forth, just listening until he finally came to a stop with an aggravated huff. After a few moments of silence (broken only by Bart’s agitated breathing), Khaji Da shifted more solidly into control and arched an eyebrow. “Bart Allen,” he said in an even tone.

Bart’s eyes darted to them. “Yeah?”

A faint smirk tugged at Khaji Da’s lips before he calmly said, “Recommendation: allow me to resolve the situation.”

Ohhhh Bart had a good feeling about this, but he had to be sure. With a smile threatening to creep onto his face he asked, “What do you have in mind?”

Khaji Da’s smirk turned downright wicked. “Recommended tactic: annihilation. Drawn out. With fire.”

Jaime snapped into control with a mildly horrified look and protested, “We are not going to kill that doctor!”

Just as quickly Khaji Da slipped forward again and amended, “Maiming then. He does not need his legs to live.”

Bart couldn’t help it, he immediately started laughing. He was almost crying with laughter as he dropped to sit on the bed next to them again and said, “Oh my god I love you both.”

“We are not assaulting that doctor, no matter how satisfying it would be,” Jaime insisted with fond exasperation.

“Not even a little?” Bart snickered.

“Mis corazones, I love you both, but I’d rather not end up in jail needlessly. Okay?”

“…Burning in effigy then,” Khaji Da suggested a moment later, provoking another fit of laughter from Bart.

“Oh my god! Khaji Da! You’re just-” Bart couldn’t keep a straight face.

Jaime sighed, a long-suffering sound that did nothing to hide his affection for both of them. “Okay, fine. We can do that— but only if it’s out in the desert or somewhere where we won’t have to worry about things catching fire!”

Bart leaned up to press a quick kiss to Jaime’s lips before he grinned. “I love you, and thank you for putting up with us. Though… Can we use voodoo? Do you think Zatanna would help?”

“That is promising…,” Khaji Da said thoughtfully.

A moment later Jaime facepalmed. “We are not doing that. If I had a week I couldn’t explain all the reasons that would be a bad idea.”

Bart gave a mock-pout and asked, “No super-villain-ing? Not even a little?”

Jaime sighed and let his hand drop. “As much as the two of you would have fun with it, we really shouldn’t.” He paused for a second, his eyes dropping away from Bart’s as Khaji Da silently conferred with him, and then rolled his eyes to cover for the fact that he obviously was tempted to laugh. “Okay, maybe— and this is a big maybe— maybe if we have to save him at some point if something comes up we can make sure something happens to his car, like a busted light or something. But that’s it. No más. Okay?”

Bart gave an over-dramatic put upon sigh. “O-kayyyy…” Despite his joking complaint, he scooted closer to Jaime and Khaji Da and slid an arm around their waist while resting his cheek against their shoulder.

Jaime hugged Bart and kissed his temple, earning a pleasant hum in response. They comfortably sat in silence, just letting the seconds and minutes slip by.

For Bart it was nice to just sit and be for a while, to not have to think about the issues he had with his body, that lousy doctor, or the fact that his room was a wreck with glass from the lamp and mirror and the plastic and metal parts from his alarm clock strewn across the floor. It was nice to just be with Jaime and Khaji Da for a while, and to know that they loved him as him and even if nothing changed they always would. Yeah it wasn’t perfect, but it helped.

And then, out of nowhere, Khaji Da nudged his way into control and gave a thoughtful hum. Bart looked up in response, and at his questioning look the scarab said, “Bart Allen… there may be a way around having to deal with inept individuals for what you require.”

Bart blinked and sat a bit more upright. “What do you mean?”

Khaji Da hesitated for a moment before saying, “Human technology is… inferior to my capabilities; human medical technology can not match the quality of which I am capable.”

Bart’s eyes went wide. “Waitasecond, are you saying…?”

Khaji Da gently took hold of one of Bart’s hands, his thumb moving in soothing circles against Bart’s hand. He didn’t immediately answer, taking the time to consider how to convey what he wanted to say, but when he did it was in a tone that made it clear that he knew exactly how much weight his words would carry for Bart. “I monitor the body of Jaime Reyes and perform maintenance on a routine basis. Hormone regulation and production are well within my capabilities. Samples would be required, but it is feasible to produce a supply matched to your body’s own substance.”

Bart felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room, but it was a feeling that left him giddy. “A-are you saying you can create my supply of testosterone? Based off of what I have in my body?”

“Affirmative.”

“That’s… Oh my god… I… Khaji Da, this is-”

“There is more,” Khaji Da admitted.

“What-?”

“It is possible, if I connected into your bodily systems and examined them in depth, that I may be able to make the alterations to your physiology that you wish. And base those alterations on how your DNA would naturally have them, so there would be no chance of rejection.”

Bart could hear the blood rushing in his ears. This was- there was no way that- there was just- He forced himself to breathe. He knew there was no ‘magic fix’ and it was a fact that he had resigned himself to. This though… this was the closest to a ‘magic fix’ that there could possibly be, and it was being offered by Khaji Da. “Y-you mean I’d…?” he breathed, unable to complete the thought.

“Affirmative.”

A moment later Jaime once again surged into control, his eyes wide in alarm as he snapped his head to the side to look over his shoulder in Khaji Da’s direction. “We’re not performing surgery on Bart! I’m no surgeon!”

For a moment it looked to Bart like they were having an internal argument, but finally Jaime faded back enough for Khaji Da to be in partial control— a deliberate choice so that Bart could hear both sides of their commentary. “My capabilities are far beyond current human medical technology. It is feasible.”

A hint of Jaime’s concerned frown flickered across their face. “I don’t want to hurt Bart.”

For a moment their eyes darted to Bart, warm gold swirling through both before settling back to one golden and the other brown and dropping away again. “I will not allow any harm to come to the Bart Allen. Fact: I am better able to ensure that no harm will come to Bart than any human doctor. And I will not attempt any alterations if I am uncertain of the outcome.”

Jaime rolled their lower lip between their teeth nervously before looking at Bart again. “What do you think mi corazón? It’s your body, your choice.”

One beat. Two… Three… Bart surged forward, tackling them to the bed with what had to be the most intense kiss he had given them in the entire time they had been together. Honestly it almost rivaled the level of intensity that Khaji Da poured into his kisses. When he cut it off he was breathing heavily and so were they (he had no idea if he’d pulled that reaction from Jaime, Khaji Da, or both, but he was happy with it regardless). “You both are the best boyfriends ever.”

Khaji Da gave a small huff, as close to a laugh as he was likely to get, before he said in a slight tease, “Technically I am not male.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “You’re still wonderful. Stop trying to get out of that fact.”

“Mmm… Because I am unwilling to allow idiots who can not recognize a man when they see one to tamper with your physiology?” Khaji Da said with a deliberate smirk.

“Keep that up and I’m locking the door,” Bart said bluntly.

A slight frown from Jaime made its way through and he said, “Not with the broken glass and metal on the floor. I’ve heard enough nightmare stories from mi madre about people getting carried away in the moment and getting hurt because they weren’t paying attention to what was around them. And Bart, hermoso, cariño, mi amor, mi corazón— I love you, I do, but I do not want to be pulling glass from your butt.”

Bart gave a mock-pout and said, “Party pooper,” before stealing a quick kiss and then letting them up.

Jaime didn’t waste any time getting to his feet and grabbing Bart’s trashcan to start picking up the mess, knowing that Bart wasn’t far behind. “It’s good for you,” he teased as the armor crept down his arms to cover his hands before he got to work.

“It’s good for me to be deprived?” Bart said over-dramatically as he dumped the largest portion of his lamp in the trashcan.

“It’s good for you to not have to worry about getting a piece of glass jammed into your foot, speed-healing around it, and then having to deal with having your foot cut open to get it out, you goober,” Jaime retorted.

“I dunno,” Bart said, “Sounds like an excuse to ‘gentleman’ me to death.”

Jaime sighed. “You two are never going to let me live that down.”

“Nope!” Bart cheerfully agreed as he scooped up chunks of his destroyed alarm clock.

Jaime gave a huff, but there was no real heat or annoyance to it (despite the fact that he could feel the waves of amusement spilling over from Khaji Da in his mind). Rather than let his own amusement at Bart and Khaji Da’s antics slip through, he decided to shift the conversation back to a more serious point. “Khaji Da, mind explaining some of the technicalities for what you’re suggesting? That way all three of us know what we’re getting into?”

Bart perked up. “I’mgonnasecondthat. I mean, yeah, I’m totally into having you tweak things rather than stupid doctors, ’cause I know you’re gonna do it right, but like… are you gonna have to detach yourself from Jaime or something like that and then attach yourself to me? Because that’d be really weird and probably insanely involved— and oh GOD I don’t wanna think about open holes in Jaime’s back!”

Jaime made a somewhat disgusted face at that thought, which was swiftly followed by an amused snort from Khaji Da. “Negative,” the scarab replied in a thoroughly entertained tone. “Detaching myself from the Jaime Reyes is unnecessary-”

“-Thank god-,” Jaime interjected.

“-and it would take far too much time to do so,” Khaji Da continued. “It is far more feasible for me to collect samples and then begin formulating a plan for approach to alterations from there.”

“Huh,” Bart said thoughtfully. It made sense, but it definitely called to mind his earlier thought that there was no ‘magic fix.’ “Sooo… the whole ‘connecting into my body’ thing…?”

“It will be a necessity; both to monitor your physical status and to regulate pain. The most practical approach in my current understanding is a gradual one, likely over several weeks or perhaps a month or two depending on circumstances, in order to minimize the chances of physical damage or excess pain. Of course your healing factor is something I will have to examine and adapt to in order to be effective, so it may be that there will be instances in such alterations where I am connected into your nervous system much as I am with Jaime— although not to the same extent,” Khaji Da explained.

Bart blinked. “…So in other words, you’re saying this is probably going to hurt sometimes and you’re probably going to be wired into my brain.”

“Affirmative.”

“…You know, I’ve heard about the concept of a mind-fuck before, but this-”

“Bart,” Jaime blurted out, “That’s just vulgar.”

Bart shrugged and replied, “Hey, I think about these things. And honestly? Three-way mind-sex sounds pretty freaking hot and like a great distraction for the pain I’ll be in. I mean, if Khaji Da is going to be tapped into my brain, why not take advantage of it?” (He hadn’t actually thought about having mental sex until Jaime interrupted him, but sometimes it was too much fun to poke at him when he had the chance.)

An amused chitter erupted from Jaime’s spine as Jaime shook his head. “Both of you are going to land me in jail one day, I swear.”

“It’s not like we’d be having mind-sex in public!” Bart protested before thoughtfully adding, “Though is public sex really illegal if it’s all mental?”

“Khaji Da is not performing surgery on you in public. And there’s not going to be any ‘mind sex’ involved. Especially not in public!” Jaime insisted, desperately trying not to laugh.

“…It could be a useful distraction,” Khaji Da said in a tone that was entirely too innocent.

Jaime facepalmed, and despite his best efforts a few snickers escaped. “Estoy muerto. Mis corazones are going to kill me.”

Bart grinned. “It’ll be fine. And besides, at least I’m not so off-the-wall that I’d send nudes to Doctor-Jackass after it’s all done just to gloat.”

“Oh my GOD.” Jaime dissolved into a fit of laughter, swiftly fading back so that no one would be able to hear his uproarious cackling.

For a moment an amused silence stretched between Khaji Da and Bart as they picked up the remainder of the mess. They exchanged a look, and then Khaji Da said with a smirk, “We should tag his car.”

“With what? Spray-painted rainbow-glitter dicks?” Bart asked.

“Affirmative,” was the smug response.

And with that Bart flopped over onto the floor and curled into a ball, laughing himself senseless. No question about it, this had officially gone from being one of the worst days Bart had ever had, to one of the best.

#Bluepulse #Bluepulse OT3 #Bart Allen #Jaime Reyes #Khaji Da #trans boy Bart #tw transphobia mention #cursing #swearing #No Khaji Da you can't set that jerk on fire #my fiction #fic request

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frogsandfries · 7 years ago

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Guys, I just walked in on

Practically my babysitting dream come true. The girls were already in bed AND things were cleaned and organized. *swoon* Unfortunately, the foul, evil truth is, I have to get them up at six. But unlike them, I get to shower and zonk back out. n.n So sort of related to this whole babysitting thing, I keep getting more and more excited about the thought of getting a nicer job (or at least nicer paying) and work on starting my family. I just get a little panicked because the longer I have to wait, the more costly it's going to be and the longer it's going to take...... I love that the more I think about it and turn it over in my mind, the more things occur to me that I can do this, if there is nothing else in the world that I can do. I love the feeling of believing in myself, knowing that I don't have to have a lot of stuff to raise a happy, healthy child, and there are ways around expenses like diapers and wipes, after a while. What, you don't think I have any interest in producing the kind of household landfill bulk that diapers are responsible for, do you? Dude, if I can find a way around black water in my RV, I will find a way around diapers. If it's disgusting, I will circumnavigate it. And I know if I had to, I could successfully raise a child on minimum wage. Obviously I would rather make more than that, and I will strive to do just that. I mean, food stamps exists for good reason, but being able to exist on my own steam would be a point of pride for me, a sign that I'm doing better than my parents. I'm not really sure what exactly I'm going to do with the motor home in the long run. Am I going to work my way across the country for a while, am I going to find my way to whatever community I can call my own? Will I just save some money and drift for a while? No......no drifting before I've had the baby. But with the baby, I would like to take at least three months off--I can fantasize about three months paid mat-leave, but I'm going to be realistic and try to have the patience to save for it before I consider my baby savings complete. Oh, the other thing I was thinking about saving for is a pet life insurance. I've heard most pet insurance is garbage, so it was just going to be a savings account through a bank or something. So I was going to focus most of my savings goals on having a baby, but also some for a pet, and some for myself, for emergencies, for later, for home maintenance. I'm so ready. Short term, I'm so ready for my license, I'm so ready to find a better paying job, I'm so ready to have a kitchen where I can put my own food that I buy with my own money and I'm so ready to cook for myself in that kitchen. I'm so ready for lasagna and tator tot casserole and grilled cheese and maybe I'll finally start freezing pre-portioned meals like I've meant to for ages now. My fridge space will be entirely my own and I won't having anyone shaming me for preferring smaller meals throughout the day. And as soon as this RV is done, and as soon as I score one of my desired jobs (I currently have a few, with candy, library, and jeweler being at the top right now), I'm off. I'll be rent free, which means anything I would be paying monthly in rent can go into savings, while I pay off my student debt and save for my family. Oooohhh yeah, rent free, meaning I can focus on where I want to be geographically, and I can focus on building my career. I mean, ideally, the creature of comfort in me says I should build my career where I already have the workings of a social network, but the career focused side of me says I need to follow my career, whatever that takes. But I'm more inclined to follow my instincts, either way, and my instincts say west. Maybe after I'm debt-free, and I've had an opportunity to save for a house, that will be my next endeavor. Or.....maybe I'll still build more RVs in my free time, maybe that will be my hobby. Maybe the RVs will be an extra source of cash. It sounds like fun now, but maybe after I've done this one, I'll decide against it. It also sounds like big money. Obviously not as big as flipping houses, but I'll leave the house flipping to those with deeper pockets than my own. Making money off custom RVs sounds like some kind of amateur designer wet dream. Anyway. Ugh. The older one was looking forward to school tomorrow and went straight to sleep; the little one is playing at standing off against me. Sorry lil lady, but I'm afraid you'll lose. I'm a grownup. My body is done growing, and I've had more time to practice denying my body sleep. Another thing I thought would be fun, and now I'm getting fairly serious about enacting is the taco with a knife plushie. It's such a simple thing and I could whip it up for extra cheap by using a couple sheets of felt from you-know-where. I was thinking for the beef, since it would just be a one-off little side project, I would roughly chop a sheet of dark brown and.......I was originally thinking use like, strands of hot glue, but since it would be just a thing for me to do, I liked better the idea of kind of roughly stitching the bits back together into a sort of sheet that would hold some fiberfill. The lettuce would be cut into rough little strips--the strips would be easier to turn into a sheet. I believe the little guy had sour cream and cheese. The sour cream would be interesting to pull off. I wish I had access to some white squishy foam. That would be perfect, and then use puffy paint for the cheese shreds. The knife, ideally I would use three stiffened sheets of grey felt, two light and one dark, the light ones cut wavy, and a little shorter than the dark one, and sandwich the dark sheet of grey and line the edges of the light sheets of grey with a really dark grey (or black) puffy paint. And the handle would just be a flattened tube of black felt. I would probably find a way to sew on two oversized googly eyes. Maybe I would make good use of the extra puffy paint and draw on some olives, for a personal touch. It would be a really fun, cheap, simple project to work on for just myself, for something to do to be creative. Also, as a warm-up for the kigu I want to sew for myself, which will probably end up being a glorified blanket. Probably quilted over cotton batting, fleece outside, flannel inside. With a ridiculous tail.

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