#otp: we'll meet again

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"Aren't you forgetting something?"

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'So you have come to say good-bye,' she said . . .  'Yes, Lady Laura;—to say good-bye. Not for ever, I hope, but probably for long.' 'No, not for ever. At any rate, we will not think so.'

Anthony Trollope, from Phineas Finn

[peachducy]

Umitober Day 7- When They (otp mondayyy)

"We'll meet again. When something else cries."

bonus: i originally had no idea what to do for this prompt so i drew this. and i felt like it would be a shame not to share

[patbworship]

Mod Introduction #1 (Welcome to the Blog! Narf!)

Hellooooooooo Tumblr!!! If you are seeing this, you have stumbled across the newest Pinky and The Brain exclusive blog (as hinted by the title of course!) that will be dedicated to celebrating the legacy, brilliance, and gayness of the PaTB franchise! I am Mod Pinky (my other half will be making an intro very soon) and many of you may know me from my main blog @theonethatyaks93 where I post Animaniacs and PaTB content for a living. I am really glad to share this fun new project with my bestest partner and we are both excited to be sharing our love for the mice with all of you! Now I am aware that the fandom is not as active as it once was, and many blogs like this one have been abandoned. Still, we are excited to be keeping the fandom alive and we are looking forward to helping cement this show into public conscious for a while longer. But enough about that; we'll be making another post to describe the blog in more depth at a later time. Let's get to the fun, actual introduction part of the post:

Name: Please call me Pinky or Mod Pinky if you'd like

Pronouns: She/They

Basic Interests: Writing, Singing, Acting, Animation, Drawing,

Dream Job(s): Voice Actor, Author, Writer on a PaTB Reboot

OTP: Brinky

My History in the Fandom: Surprisingly, I've been involved in the Animaniacs fandom since 2020 and the PaTB fandom since 2021. I got into the show thanks to the trailer for the Animaniacs reboot and I instantly fell in love. I was actually more into the Warner Siblings when I first watched the original series and I spend the first months in the fandom obsessing over them. However in 2021, I got really, REALLY into Pinky and The Brain. I believe it was because I saw people talking about them everywhere. And I started shipping Brinky as well. The mice just appealed to me specifically, and as I was going through the worst time in my life, they were there to help me out. Since then, nearly three years later, I've become an expert in all things PaTB. Pinky and The Brain has actually gotten me interested in other things shockingly, including neurological science and even rodent care, believe it or not. These mice have a death grip on my life and I am looking forward to growing my love for the series even more.

Favorite Episodes of PaTB (All episodes that I've seen so far) (In no particular order):

A Pinky and The Brain Christmas

This Old Mouse

A Pinky and The Brain Halloween

Broadway Malady

Brinky

Brain's Way

Talladega Mice

Narf Over Troubled Water

Of Mouse and Man

That Smarts

Megalomaniacs Anonymous

Snowball

Welcome to the Jungle

Future Brain

How The Brain Thieved Christmas

Groundmouse Day

Pinky Suavo (Yeessssss)

Plight of Hand

Brainie the Poo

Brain's Night Off

Happy Narfday

Mouse Madness

Royal Flush

Mouse Congeniality

How To: Brain Takes Over the World

Spell-Bound

Yes, Always

Brain Meets Brawn

Bubba Bo Bob Brain

Inherit the Wheeze

Where Rodents Dare

Pinky POV

Favorite Moments from PaTB: You guys are going to have to wait for the blog. I wanna make posts about them and talk about why I love them so much. But one of my favorite moments, of course, is the ending of the Christmas episode because it makes me sob every time I watch it

Most Underrated Episodes (Again, in no particular order):

Brain's Song

Pinky's Dream House

Anything from the Animaniacs Reboot

Melancholy Brain

The Pinky and The Brain Reunion Special

But That's Not All Folks!

Dangerous Brains

Beach Blanket Brain

Pinky at the Bat

You Said a Mouseful

Brain Drained

Hoop Schemes

Napoleon Brainaparte

Battle for the Planet

Win Big

When Mice Ruled the Earth

Favorite Songs:

Just Say Narf!

Brainstem

Pinky's Memories

Cheese Roll Call

The Really Great Dictator

A Meticulous Analysis of History

I Ate a Rock

Pinky's Dream House (Song)

Brain Doggie Mambo

International Mouse of Mystery (For the vocal performance alone)

Most Interesting Opinions on the Show:

I really like Snowball. He's my favorite side character from any iteration

Julia (from the reboot) is AMAZING in her second and third appearances. Not in her first

I prefer the fan versions of Billie to her canon character

I do not like Phar Fignewton very much. She isn't a very interesting character

I think Pinky and The Brain thrived in the late 90's while Animaniacs faltered a bit. Seasons 3-5 of Animaniacs had some good episodes but quite a few duds while PaTB had an incredible third and fourth season

To me Brinky is canonized in the reboot. Not in the traditional sense but it's pretty obvious

The reboot PaTB episodes are really good

I am not a big fan of the episode Brainania. It's not bad but I find it a bit slow in the pacing department

Mousechurian Candidate (from the reboot) is the worst episode of PaTB ever made

Pinky, Elmyra, and The Brain is not as bad as people think and there are some good jokes. But it is nowhere near the quality of the rest of the franchise

Pinky is the best character ever created (not biased)

My favorite episodes of the show are usually the ones that focus more on character dynamics and emotion

The animation of the show is very inconsistent. My favorite studios are TMS and Rough Draft since I think they capture how they characters look the best. Wang could be pretty good too but in other episodes they made the mice look strange. Akom did some weird lighting techniques but they did great on the episode Snowball, and the less said about Startoons the better.

I like Pinky and Brain's reboot designs a lot. And I think there are some improvements (i.e. Brain's more expressive face, the details in the designs, Pinky's more angular body, Pinky's tail, their cute little fangs). But I like them in the original series for the softer edges and more classic feel

What am I Going to Do on this Blog: One of my biggest ideas (along with getting to share my love of the mice with everyone and my partner-in-crime) is maybe to do a weekly thing, where I analyze an episode or moment from the show. I also want to review fanfictions and post random funny mouse things. Maybe I can show you guys the comics I have or my ever-growing merchandise collection. I will be opening the ask-box to suggestions at some point so if you want me or my partner to look at a specific moment, feel free to ask. I might even make some Tumblr-exclusive fanfics to post on here too. This is mainly just a fun place for us to express our love for Pinky and The Brain so it might seem random at times. But I can assure you all that I want to do some fun stuff to build up excitement. These are all things I wanted to do on my main blog but I think it will be better to do it here.

Once again, I would like to say that I am really excited for all that we have planned! This is a project I have been secretly wanting to do for a long time, and now I have someone to do it with. My Brain is perfect and I know that we're going to do so many amazing things with this blog! She's the greatest. Stay tuned for another intro coming soon and be prepared for more regular posts to come out in the following days.

The Revolution for Gay Mice Supremacy begins!

Mod Pinky over and out! Narf!

(this is not an elaborate plan to take over the world I promise you)

[wexhappyxfew]

shannon hi!! i've been eyeing bessie and thomas for a while, so could i ask for them and the prompt "smiling by instinct when they see the other/breaking into a grin and being unable to stop it" from the subtle otp prompts? thank youu and happy ttpd day!! ;)

BLU!!!! HELLO!!!! the fact it's been such a long-time-coming getting to this prompt, so very sorry for that lol! college finals hit and i was swamped and *NOW* we have some time haha! pleased to say, you are my final prompt from my prompt collection (and we can tell how long ago that was - i happily enjoyed ttpd day more than ANYTHING and i hope you did too!! <3 lets just say ive been looping 'loml' for some reason haha!!) THIS PROMPT!!!! literally for bessie and tommy i was obsessed with and went to town.....and then i went back and added a bunch of stuff because i went this is for BLU!!!! SO, i hope you enjoy these two!!! <3

my bessie marie

(a/n): blu, my #1 bessie x tommy stan, please enjoy this look into the before and after of their lives <3 bessie carlisle is an absolute joy to write - from her good-hearted nature, willingness to be kind and caring to all, her steadfast and natural call to doing what is right and her easy-going humor - by far one of my favorite Silver Bullets girls to write! <3 she just always has such a presence in scenes for me - so please enjoy her and tommy! :D

Bessie Carlisle had always been in love with Tommy McKenzie down the street ever since she was little.

And that was just a fact.

She always lived by the truth, by the facts and by the book.

So usually when things went off the page, in a different direction than intended - that's when life started to go haywire. That's probably why she excelled in school - everything was either fact, truth, or reality. Things were what they were at the end of the day. Attending Barnard College had opened up more opportunities than she could imagine and with Tommy right in Columbia, they'd been able to get closer to one another more often than not in those times, sharing all those secret promises amongst one another before finally admitting their feelings their junior years. And since then, they'd been inseparable, side-by-side, doing everything and anything they could together. And it had all been fact, truth and reality.

Dinner on January 4th, 1942 changed that.

"Bes, honey!" her mom called up the stairs to her, as she slammed her book closed and came to the threshold to her room, hearing the doorbell ring, "Tommy's here, dear - we'll be eating in a bit though, your father's not home yet!"

"Coming!" Bessie called, a smile riding her features as she quickly turned to the little mirror above her dresser and smoothed out her baby blue dress, fixing the small collar and turned to hurry down the stars like she was a 16-year-old lovesick girl again.

Coming to the front door, she pulled open the golden handle and there stood on the other side was her Tommy McKenzie with that beautiful glowing grin on his face. A smile broke out on her own cheeks as she stepped forward and launched her arms around his neck, pulling him into her embrace, relishing the comfort it brought to have his arms wrap right around her at the contact.

"How's my Bessie Marie?" he whispered quietly in her ear, a small laugh leaving her lips as she gave him an extra tight squeeze before pulling back and resting her hands on his arms, meeting those bright blue eyes that never left her mind.

She was never just Bessie to him - always Bessie Marie. And supposedly, from some of his friends, he'd started calling her Bessie Marie at the end of high school, and they had teased him about it for years. And now she got to be his Bessie Marie.

"Happy. Happier now that you're here," she said with a grin, catching her eyes on the book in his hand, "new book?" Tommy grinned at her, before swooping down to press a kiss to her cheeks.

"Billie wanted to give it to you," Tommy said, pulling the book from hands and gently handing it to her with another one of his winning grins that had quite honestly won her over in the first place, "he knows how much you love to learn more about the lay of the land. You should've seen how excited he was to get it to you. He would've been standing here by my side if I didn't tell him I was going over for dinner and not just a hangout." Bessie broke out into laughter as she looked down to the book cover and found it entitled A Deeper Understanding into the Geography of the Appalachians.

Tommy's 13-year-old brother, Billie McKenzie, was by far one of the smartest people she knew and someone she'd become incredibly fond of with family dinners at the McKenzie's, along with library trips. He always had the best books and it always made her heart warm to know he was thinking of her when getting books out.

"Found it and he swore up and down that he had to give it to you," Tommy said, sticking his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, "you mentioned the Appalachians one time and he zeroed in on it." Bessie let out a chuckle and looked back up at Tommy, reaching up a hand to cup his cheek, her thumb delicately brushing against his soft skin, the quietness of his gaze holding that smile on her lips.

"I love it," she whispered softly, "thank you, my Tommy Dean." And yeah, she got to be his Bessie Marie, but he was her Tommy Dean.

That was their thing with each other. And it felt so sacred and special that she would never let it go.

Tommy smiled at her, and God his smile got her heart going in all sorts of directions, before he reached forward, his fingertips delicately resting on her waist, pulling her closer to him, flush against his tall and broad form, that soft smile gracing his lips.

Gently, he pressed his lips onto hers, and she could feel all her worries about school, what was going on across the Atlantic and Pacific, and every other horror that existed in this world drip away.

But, something in her stomach felt off, something about the hold he had on her, that look in his starry-eyes, like it was the last time he'd see her, made her uneasy. She pulled back from the kiss for a moment and looked into his eyes boring into hers. Her smile fell a bit - despite the fact they'd only been together for a year, they'd been friends, the best of friends much longer, and she could pick out anything that was wrong with him in a second.

"You okay, Tommy?" she asked him quietly, her eyes turning sad with the way he was watching her. Something deep down was telling her something was wrong, but she couldn't figure it out.

Tommy was already set for graduation, alongside her in early May - he was going to get involved in his father's business and go for an even higher degree. And they'd talked about it all - their future, staying in New York City or moving to the suburbs - they'd talked about marriage. All of it. Kids, a family, a black cat named Milo. But something was off. Something that made her want to hold Tommy as close to her as she could and tell him whatever was wrong would make things alright again.

"Yeah." Tommy whispered quietly, the corners of his lips struggling into a smile, "Just…." He stared at her a little longer than he normally did, his gaze roaming every inch of her face, like he was trying to memorize each and every aspect of her face from her lips, to the freckles across her cheeks and nose, to that scar on her forehead from the fall she had taken as a kid when playing with the local kids outside.

"Just what?" Bessie asked him quietly, reaching up to brush a piece of his brunette hair behind his ear - she really loved his hair - soft, lush, always beautifully combed and gelled. She loved him.

"Ask me again later." he said quietly, "Your mother's meal smells delicious." He smiled at that and Bessie couldn't help but feel her heart sag. Her gut was still telling her that something was off, something was wrong and she needed to figure it out.

Bessie smiled at him though, and took his arm, shutting the front door behind her as they waded into the family dining room where her mother was setting the giant roast she had cooked up - beef, carrots, onions, celery, potatoes, with a house-made salad and a champagne bottle to top it off along the table.

"Oh, Tommy, how are you, honey." her mother said, coming towards Tommy with open arms, pulling him into her.

Her mother loved Tommy McKenzie with her whole heart - she was always cooking him extra things; just last week, she had baked up strawberry scones, but made an extra blueberry one because she knew it was his favorite. She usually kept old newspapers and cut out different clippings she thought he'd like, along with always setting an extra spot at the table incase he'd be stopping by.

Her father was just as loving towards Tommy as her mother - probably more so. Her father loved having daughters, he always spoke proudly on it, but in a way, it healed that youthful boy part of her father, to have someone who was like a son. They talked politics, baseball, economics - everything. They'd sit outside at night, share a cigar or a cigarette, talking about life. They'd have a laugh and real heartfelt conversations. Her father usually made sure to invite him out when he could, or bring up opportunities that he heard about.

Bessie's little sisters loved Tommy, too. At 17 and 14, Jillian and Krissy Carlisle were always loving on Tommy when they could and if anything, Tommy had taught them the proper way to be loved right back.

"I'm doing well, Mrs. Carlisle, how about yourself?" he said, pulling back and squeezing her mother's arm gently, "Food smells delicious."

"Well, I knew you were coming, dear, and we can never have enough food," she said with laughter that sounded like Bessie's own, "go on, have a seat. Bessie, can you go grab some napkins?"

"Sure, Mom." Bessie said, looking to Tommy with a grin, before she stepped past them and into the kitchen, where she found Jillian and Krissy sitting there and giggling.

"What's got you two all giggly?" Bessie said, coming in and grabbing from the stack of napkins her mother always had in the corner, "Is that Joey Spinelli still coming around knocking, Jill?" Jillian let out a laugh and shook her head.

"Maybe-" Jillian started, but Krissy bounced up.

"He's in love with her! I swear!" Krissy said, "You gotta start asking Tommy what it means when a guy offers to buy your ice cream and not anyone else's - do you think he likes her?" Bessie looked to Jillian and raised a brow, watching as her sister's cheeks turned red.

"He bought only your ice cream, hm?" Bessie said with a smile, leaning back against the sink, "Jillian Cassidy Carlisle, when were you going to tell me this?"

"I didn't think anything of it!!" Jillian swore standing to her feet and waving her arms, "We were in a group, I was near the back, he offered because he was in the group, too. He was just being nice!" Krissy scoffed and crossed her arms.

"Just being nice my ass-"

"Watch your language, Kristen." Bessie said with a look to Krissy who pouted and crossed her arms.

"Ask the romance books, Jilly, you'll see otherwise." Krissy offered back.

"Romance books?" Bessie heard Tommy's voice say as he entered the kitchen, ducking through the entrance a bit because of his height, "Didn't think you'd be reading those yet, Krissy."

"Tommy! Tomo!" Krissy yelled excitedly, forgetting about her previous admonishment with Jillian and racing towards him, and jumping into his arms for a hug, "You won't believe it, Tomo!" her nickname for him, "Joey Spinelli down the street is in love with Jilly and she doesn't believe it!" Tommy let out a chuckle and glanced at Jillian standing there, red in the face and pouting.

"You sure about that?" Tommy asked Krissy who nodded."He bought her ice cream. The only one out of the group." Krissy offered.

"He was just being nice." Jillian surmised and placed her hands on her hips, "That's it." Tommy let out a chuckle, before Krissy let go of him and he looked to Jillian.

"Joey Spinelli, huh?" he asked her and Jillian nodded, "You know, I know his older brother - Luca Spinelli, I could ask hi-"

"Don't you dare, Tommy!" Jillian said, her cheeks turning a deeper red as she reached out and gave his shoulder a shove, "I can't face that." Tommy let out a chuckle as Krissy looked to Jillian with a smart look.

"You know Tommy bought dinner for Bessie that one time-"

"We were already dating, Krissy-"

"It counts!" Krissy said looking to Bessie, "Isn't that right, Tomo?"

"Sure, kiddo." Krissy proudly looked to Jillian.

"Party in the kitchen?" Everyone turned to find her father walking into the kitchen, work bag on his shoulder, suit looking as pristine as ever and a smile on his face.

"Dad!" Krissy called excitedly, as Bessie went over and hugged her father, Tommy shaking his hand and Jillian hugging her father jus as tight.

"How's it going, Mr. Carlisle?" Tommy asked her father as he pulled his work bag off.

"Same old, same old," her father said with another one of his winning smiles that hers looked nearly identical to, "stock market's up." Tommy laughed.

"Always a good day to hear that," he said and Bessie watched her father laugh.

"Alright, dinner is set, everyone bundle in!" her mother called coming into the kitchen, pressing a kiss to her father's cheek. People chattered as they went to settle into chairs and pulled napkins onto laps, Bessie placing the stack of napkins she had pulled from the stack onto the middle of the table, before everyone was settled in. They said prayer, and then everyone sat awaiting when they would be allowed to dig in.

"May I say something real quick?" Tommy asked from beside Bessie, his voice a bit more solid and confident than it had been when she first had opened the door to him. She watched him for a moment, and her parents exchanged glances with each other before encouraging him on.

"Go on, Tommy," her mother said with a smile. Jillian and Krissy looked to Bessie who could only shrug. Tommy cleared his throat.

"I just….I wanted to thank you all for being like a second family to me. More than anything. Feeding me, taking care of me, allowing me to be with your beautiful daughter, Bessie Marie," he said with a smile, before reaching out and taking a grip on Bessie's hand and squeezing it tight, "and I felt it was important to tell you all this now that we're all here. Because it matters to all of you and to me and especially to Bessie." Bessie watched him.

"I enlisted. For the Marines." he said, his voice sounding slightly constrained in his throat as he spoke, "And I ship out for training in a month."

Bessie woke up to knocking on the door. Her head pounded, her mind was scrambled, and her heart ached. Jack Kidd had come and sought her out with a tapping on the door to the women's barracks, where the front door had an interesting poster saying Silver Bullets.

Marianne had gracefully painted the sign one evening until Frank, that pesky orange cat, had gotten the one corner of it and nearly tore it to shreds. Now, it hungry quite lopsided with teeth marks in the side. Judy surmised that is gave it some character. They all went along with that.

Annie had answered the door, looking half like she had fallen out of bed to get to the door and then had shaken Bessie awake at the call. Bessie came hurrying to the door, sticking her crusher cap on her head and attempting her best to get the tie on herself before following after Kidd to the mess hall.

"What's up?" she asked him - the thing with Jack Kidd was, he was firm, to the point and ironed things out into straight lines - but she had been just the same back to him and had earned the capability to not have to therefore, be so formal. Not everyone was like that but Bessie…..let's just say, she'd attended college before with plenty of stuck up pricks with enough money it was coming out of their eyeballs. Jack Kidd wasn't like that, but he seemed to get along with her capability to maintain herself above water with the higher-ups. Therefore, 'what's up' was probably the most pleasant thing she could've said.

"Seems that making me Air Exec was the most recent decision with that new Colonel Harding showing up - West Point guy." Kidd said and Bessie raised a brow.

"Damn, Air Exec, you look thrilled," Bessie said and Kidd sighed and glanced at her.

"Demoted Bucky then?" He nodded and she made a clicking noise with her mouth and nodded.

"So, what's that gotta do with me?" she asked him, stopping him and looking his way with a smile, "There a reason I'm up as the sun's rising, or is this just for fun?"

"Figured you could give us some extra hands in Operations, flight paths and all. You'll still fly in Silver Bullets, but I trust you more right now than some of these other guys with all these variables moving about." he said, "You'd get a new title, too."

"New title, huh? Which is?"

"Lieutenant. Lieutenant Carlisle. 1st that is."

"Intriguing."

"Take it or leave is, Bes, we got work to do."

"Alright, deal." she said, and followed him towards Operations. Opening the door for her, she stepped inside and removed her cap to find a group of the navigators all awake and huddled around the center table, talking quietly with one another and sending each other looks.

"What's this, Jack, a get-together or an intervention?" she murmured to her side and watched as Jack shut his eyes and sighed.

"Gathered all the navigators up. Seems like in coming missions, they want to go deeper into Germany," he said, catching her eye, "wasn't my plan. Not ideal. But it's what's happening." Bessie looked away from him and caught Crosby's eye, who removed himself from the group and came up and over to her.

"Met Harding yet?" he asked her, giving a salute to Jack, "He's been extra curious about your crew."

"Afraid not, Croz, but if he happens to stop in this morning, I'll be sure to shake his hand and butter him up," Bessie said, before giving him a smile and nodding to the rest of the navigators, "Boys. How's it going?"

"Morning, Bes." A few greetings came as she moved in beside Croz and stared down at the map of continental Europe in front of them and the formations of planes scattered about. For about half an hour, the group went over ideas, as well as drawn-out arguments for what the plan was for the next mission. And it wasn't until nearly about lunch time when they were dismissed, did a runner come in from outside, calling her name.

"Lieutenant Carlisle?" Bessie turned from her conversation with Crosby and walked over to the runner, who held out a letter in his hand and smiled at her quickly, "For you, ma'am, seemed urgent." Then he was gone, the letter was in her hand and her heart was racing.

Slowly, she looked at the front and there it was, her name, in his handwriting. She hadn't realized she missed until she had started getting his letters and seen him signing it as Bessie M. Carlisle. She didn't realize she'd been standing there frozen until she was heading outside and peeling open the letter in a rushed frenzy just to read it.

Dear Bessie Marie,

Just staring at those first words, she couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten a letter from him. A few weeks? Nearly a month? He had said the fighting had been bad. She didn't know how bad, he never did tell, probably not to freak her out or get her riled up. He knew that sort of stuff always did her in. He knew her too well sometimes. But just seeing those few words at the top had her breaking out in a wide grin, knowing he'd held that paper, writing to her, in that delicate bit of handwriting, just for her eyes to read. He usually always got that grin she wore right now on her face, even when he wasn't around. Even halfway across the ocean.

Dear Bessie Marie,

I'm sorry it has taken me a bit to find some footing and get to some letter writing. The war out here has been downright horrid and I wouldn't even want to try describing the horrors we have encountered here to you. I have no doubt, telling from your last letter, that you are experiencing the same in your own ways, if not worse in those flying birds. No doubt I must have worried you, and I'm sorry for that. As I sit and write here now, one of our younger guys, Armstrong, is sick with a fever and the shakes - he tells me he's been trying to write to his family, but he can't seem to think straight or hold a pencil long enough to get his thoughts out. I've been helping him the best I can, especially at night and usually the letter writing takes a whole lot of time then. But a lot of the guys just want to get those letters out, just want to make sure their families know they're okay. So, I didn't mean to worry you, Bessie Marie, just know I am safe.

I got a recent promotion; my Senior Officer thought I'd be suited best for moving up in the ranks. You can consider me your Lieutenant Tommy McKenzie now! I still have my guys with me - Armstrong and Godfrey included, those two goons, but I enjoy their presence so. As well as all the others I've been with. I think it's because of how fast we lose guys out here, they can't be switching you all around, up and down, sideways and back. They keep you where you're comfortable for the time being.

I hope you've been doing well though, my Bessie Marie. I know I write it every time, but it is me in my truest form that I can not wait to get back to you in Brooklyn. Just the two of us, in our own home, going about our everyday lives side by side. I wish things were that simply again, back home. I guess as a kid I thought going out and fighting this sort of war was all I ever wanted. But I think what I wanted most was just for things to be normal again. For you and I to have our own place, start a family, finishing out schooling, get comfortable. Dance at night, have dinners together, have our friends over, spend our nights side by side. I wish I hadn't wanted to race into my adulthood as fast as we both seemed to.

I hope your crew is doing well - Annie Bradshaw sounds like she's got herself in order to be leading the plane, especially after what happened to your Birdie. I'm really sorry again for those circumstances, and if I could hug you from this island I'm on, I would. Bradshaw sounds good though - I don't think the Air Force would make the same mistake twice. Tell the other women I said hi, and let Judy know that Godfrey's been enjoying the book she recommended. Little Women I believe? He found it on the shelves out here when he was sent on medical for a little while. Came back raving about the March family, he loved it I must say!

Bessie Marie, please know I count the days until we can be together again. For now, stay safe, write back whenever you possibly can, and know I am thinking of you across this war-torn sea. I love you with all of my heart and there isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of you. Stay safe in flight, my love!

Yours,

Tommy McKenzie

Bessie stared at the letter with an onslaught of wet tears in her eyes, but unable to keep the smile from her face and truly feel those grieving emotions previously. Even if she couldn't look upon him fully, she could still see his face in her mind and that look he always gave her. Tommy McKenzie would always find a way to make her laugh even if she couldn't see it on his face. She smiled, wiping at the emotions crawling down her cheeks and let out a shaky sigh.

"Hey, Carlisle, you okay?" Bessie looked up and found Crosby coming towards her, hands shoved in his pockets, a concerned look on his face as he approached - if anything, Crosby was one of her closest companions outside of the girls and someone who looked out for her on the daily.

"Yeah, yeah," she said quickly, wiping carelessly at her cheeks again and letting out a sigh, "what's up?" Crosby watched her for a moment and then quirked out a grin.

"I asked you first." Bessie stared at him; she rolled his eyes and stepped forward to wrap an arm around his shoulders as they walked back towards the door to the inside of Operations.

"Must it always be how I am, what about you, Croz?" she said, squeezing his shoulders lightly, "Please, enlighten me." Crosby looked over at her and shrugged.

"You were the one outside."

"You were the one that came to find me."

"Key word, Carlisle; I came to find you." Crosby said with a chuckle, before his face dropped, "Seriously what's up." Bessie watched him for a moment as they continued to walk and then sighed.

"Nothing." she surmised, "Just….a letter from Tommy that's all." Crosby caught her gaze.

"Good, I'd assume?" Bessie smiled and nodded.

"Good." she said softly and then felt her smile widen, "Good."

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ill go with sex pal :P but if that's already done, gideon :)

HIIIIII!!!!!!! hi friend!!!!!

favorite thing about them: PALAMEDESSSSSS my boy palamedes. my little guy. man, okay, what do i love about him. i love the way he loves. i am fascinated by his clumsy and imperfect and well-meaning but inherently flawed attempts/approaches to things like agency and ethics and fairness and respect. i love that he pays attention to everything. i love his drive. i love his gambling streak, his tendency to play the odds. i love that he's a boy who writes love letters™. i love how open he is about his affections and his feelings. i love his penchant for using terms of endearment. his love for teaching. his willingness to get up on a soapbox for things he believes in, even if he winds up stumbling sidelong into insufferable preachy condescension half the time. i love that he tries. i love that he sometimes fucks up and hurts the people around him. i love his boldness. i love his sweetness. i love his kindness. that boy could make friends with a brick wall if you gave him enough time. i love that he canonically writes weird erotica to cope. i love his taste in women. i love his gender. i just love him

least favorite thing about them: i mean, i could go on forever. he's deeply annoying sometimes, and as much as it's part of his charm, it also makes me want to thwap him upside the head from time to time, like. boy. shut UP!!! but the real answer is honestly his position as sixth house scion. master warden is an unspeakably rancid title in vibes alone and i sincerely hope we dig into the backstory behind that a little more in AtN. i find it fascinating, and troubling, and tragic, and frustrating, all the ways in which he talks the talk re: cavaliers and agency and free will, but when the rubber meets the road, do his actions really back that up? arguably, not always. and the guilt and complicity and codependent toxicity there re: camilla, is like catnip to me. he loves her, he respects her, she's his best friend, he's in awe of her and her abilities and her strength. and yet, time and time again, he puts her through harrowing things and thanks her each time she shoulders his burdens. it's a self-fulfilling prophecy, it makes me so sad, it's a snake eating its own tail, it is a mobius strip of toxic power imbalance codependent enmeshment and it is FASCINATING to think about. if i keep going we'll be here all night, but just. i think fandom has a tendency to write him as The Good Person™ (him and Camilla both) and, like, i love him as much as the next girl, but he's a head of state in an empire, with all the implications that brings with it.

favorite line: "how god takes, and takes, and takes." "fool us twice, shame on god." "thank god for that mad, stubborn, lovely girl." "it's not you, it's me wearing you." (moira quirk's inflection on that line is literally fucking haunting, btw.) "do you know, i miss harrowhark terribly." "and, most personally, this is for dulcinea septimus." god. i just love him

brOTP: harrow, and also gideon.

OTP: im shy <3

nOTP: im struggling to think of a pal pairing that i Couldn't find compelling or at least interesting, if written the right way, in the right light. he's just my interesting little guy. he's a barbie and im making him scissor all the other barbies. who said that

random headcanon: glasses chain. earrings. palamedes can have she/her pronouns, every now and then, as a treat. contrary to the initial assumption of everyone he's ever met, he's actually Not autistic. (cam is; he's just got wicked bad adhd.) jewamedes is also fun

unpopular opinion: i mean i guess just what i said up top re: people sometimes acting like he's never done anything wrong in his life? i love him but i love him Because he is an interesting and deeply morally gray (ha) character.

song i associate with them: what you can't look up by walk the moon, tiny moves by bleachers, to someone from a warm climate by hozier, chateau lobby #4 in c for two virgins by father john misty, shiver shiver by walk the moon, star by mitski, hopedrunk everasking by caroline polachek, GAMBLER'S PRAYER BY CAROLINE POLACHEK my ultimate palamedes song

favorite picture of them: ive tattooed every single piece of palamedes art ive ever seen on the inside of my eyelids. except white palamedes fanart which is always such a jumpscare

[convxction]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

self love. jk. tbh i love all possible spouses for c.hrom because each of them is unique and adds to his personality and life. away from canons, i love my friends' ocs who are in relationship with him Rebecca, Takako, Lacie, Robin and Eira. My precious <3

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Almost everything? I don't mind exploring any situation and plotline. I love exploring things, especially if it makes things semi realistic, as possible, not the uwu boy meets girl and now kiss~ nah fam.

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

This is kind of question that gets you roll eyes no matter what you answer lmao. Personally, between 10 or 12 years as long as one of the parties are in the 20+. tbh i find some age gaps like 20 are cool to explore if the other is "old" and tired of life and suddenly upbeat and lively person be like hewo do you want to love life again? thats kind of cute the vibe of giving someone's life colors again. anyway yeah. as long as things make sense and legal lol

are you selective when shipping?

Honhon yeah. i no longer entertain everyone because I used to think everyone is fun and willing to write fun things and explore ideas and not just the 'imma book this muse ehe~' and bail out on me haha. we gotta have that telepathy moment lol. so yeah i want the good time not just booking muses so i can have their names in my relationship page like some sort of badge or achievement. dont get me wrong i understand what burnt out means. i dont want to control my partners' lives lmao. just be ...my friend too??? not just oh i lost interest in my muse, i will now proceed to ignore you. and yes it happened. a lot. and it is very annoying. ANYway, communication then communication then communication then just having fun. thats the key, yes.

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

asking the person who sucks at writing it but uuuuuuuuh. when someone starts sliding dem fingers down the other's clothes and proceed to undress them. yep.

does one have to ask to ship with you?

I mean thats the way? unless you can say all the dwarven rules lmao then ask permission haha. jk. or is it? yeah i think of myself as friendly as a moogle. you are welcome to state your wish and we'll see if things can work out or not~

how often do you like to ship?

idk what to say 'how often'??? whenever a spark happens im not gonna shy away from trying out the ship. if it works then yey if it doesnt then thats a new exp for the both of us. and lets be real sometimes they can become the best of friends and it warms my heart to see we can still make out something in the end. HEY! even if they turn out to be rivals or heck enemies! thats kiss chef too dont think i dont support these relationships. i looooooooooove them.

are you multiship?

I guess so. I tried one time to make it a single blog and it was a painful experience when you pour all your heart into this ship that you missed potentially fun and interesting ships because you want to be loyal and then you get abandoned on a drop of a hat ahahahaaha. But yeah, I am not though I want to keep it single ship per muse portrayal. I won't ship with the same muse UNLESS all parties are ok but first and foremost your portrayal is different and gives new meaning for their relationship. i'm not here to horde everyone. been there saw that happened i dont want to do the same to others. its not nice feeling.

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

im here begging on my knees for people to befriend chr.om and not just ship wise but any sort of relationship. i dont want my blog to be ship centric anymore. i want FUN AND INTERESTING AND ANGSTY AND FLUFFY AND MIND BLOWING THINGS TO HAPPEN IN HERE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

a couple years ago id yell c.hrobinnnnn! now im too old for this war so forever and always ... Chrom and Shepherd pie. ask alm about it. jk. currently?? i dont have a preferred ship over the other; as i said above, i love them all. they each add something interesting about chr.om. tho in general i'd say ultimate ship is krumb and becca <3 we have built a lot over the years so basically it is kind of main ship at this point haha. rebecca my beloved <3

finally, how does one ship with you?

100 PUSH UP, 100 KILOMETER RUN GO GO GO. talk to me, really. i dont read minds. if you want to try something go ahead come and say yo what do you think? and i'll tell you lets go. lets see where this can go. but sometimes i know it does not work right from the get go so don't be sad or dejected if i said nah fam it wont work. sankyu kupopopo

tagged by: @gamenu [sankyuuuuuuu <3]

tagging: @isaaccecilbryant , @wayward-sword , @pieman1112 , @toestalucia +akira and anyone else if you wanna rant mwah <3, @psychcdelica (your pick), @dcviated (your pick), @coolrpblog , and you ! i tag you!

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

I saw this prompt list this morning and decided that I was going to attempt to write 500 words every day for the month of January, each little drabble based on the corresponding prompt. We'll see if I'm actually able to stick to it, but it seemed like a fun little writing exercise for the new year! Here is the first one.

1. Sparkle

Matty’s eyes sparkled in the low light as he grabbed George’s wrist. “Come on,” he said, gently tugging George to his feet, the throw blanket that had been tossed over his legs falling to the floor. “Follow me.” 

“Do I have to?” George complained playfully, pretending to be put out, pretending like he wouldn’t follow Matty to the ends of the Earth if asked. Matty’s lower lip was swollen and shiny with spit from the way he had been chewing on it, deep in thought as he had sat fully captivated by the book he was reading, some romance-fantasy guilty pleasure he had seen on TikTok. 

“Geeooorge,” Matty whined, drawing out the syllable as if he truly believed that George was capable of denying him. His eyes glittered in the flood lights of the backyard as he stepped into the cold, wrapping his arms around himself, tugging the cardigan he was wearing closer to his body. It was oversized on him, falling off his shoulders and skimming the tops of his thighs, making him look soft and cozy. Making him look like George wanted to drag him back to the bedroom and take him apart. When George wore it, it was a hair too tight on him, clinging to his shoulders, the buttons barely meeting across his chest, in a way that Matty’s eyes grow dark, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip predatorily. 

George wrapped his arms around Matty, pulling him close so that they were standing pressing together, Matty’s back flush against George’s chest, George’s arms wrapped around him, the fibers of the shared cardigan downy against his fingers. He let his hand slip between the buttons, rucking up the wash worn cotton tee shirt Matty wore underneath to press his hand against the smooth heat of his stomach. Matty shivered as George traced his fingers along what he knew to be the lines of his rose tattoo, savoring the new softness he found in the holiday weight.

The sky erupted in sparkling light as fireworks burst across the inky night, red, blue, purple, green and gold streaking across the sky. 

“Happy New Year,” Matty said softly, the sparkling fireworks reflected in his dark eyes when he turned in George’s arms so that they were now standing pressed chest to chest. He stood up on his sock clad tiptoes, and pressed his lips to George’s, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, pulling him down and closer as he licked against the seam of his lips. George parted his lips easily, letting Matty inside, the taste of the champagne he had been sipping earlier on his tongue.  

“Happy New Year love,” said George when he pulled back, breaking heavily. He brushed Matty’s curls out of his eyes and kissed him again, pulling him impossibly closer, as if he tried hard enough they could become one. A wave of gratitude bloomed in his chest, he was thankful that he got to have this, that Matty was by his side, in his arms to ring in the New Year, that he was still able to sparkle and shine despite the adversary he had faced in his life. 

“I love you,” George whispered softly, his lips dragging against Matty’s own.  Matty giggled. “I love you.”

[wind-becomes-lightning]

Temporary OPEN requests

Hello friends, I am in a writing low and since I miss the only hobby I am good at, I thought maybe you all could help me get my ass out of my seat. So I will temporarily open requests. This is open infinitely, or at least until I stop feeling like doing some. I hardly get asks these days so I doubt I will be overloaded.

Answering these might take as long as they might take. Depending on what fandom it is I might post on @konohamaru-sensei instead of here.

Rules:

Send a prompt!!

Fandoms: Nart, Fairy Tail, HQ, BNHA, JJK - if you want others please ask first

Ships, everything thats not incest, teacher x student, or insanely large age gaps. (OTP and YES ABSOLUTELY level ships: ObitoxKakashi, ObitoxYamato, YamatoxKakashi, SaixIno, ObitoxKakashixRin, ObitoxKakashixYamato // JellalxErza, GrayxJuvia, GrayxJuviaxLyon // SatoruxSuguru, MakixNobara)

Of course reader insert is alright! Please add a gender, if none is added I assume gn.

Every post will be at least 1k long, I won't promise longer.

Non anon asks get preferential treatment.

OC's of moots are fine.

I retain the right to say no to everything I don't want to write and I owe nobody an explanation.

Too many prompts under cut:

K, thanks bye.

Currenlty in Q - 14 fics.

The prompts are all lyrics choosen from my favourite songs playlist.

prompts to choose from:

"And don't you dare say we can just be friends."

"I didn't know I was lonely until I saw your face."

"Someone's gotta be the lighthouse and that someone's gotta be me."

"Home is whenever I'm with you."

"And you know for me, it's always you."

"If we loved again I swear I'd love you right."

"Who you are is not what you did."

"So tell me Darling, do you wish we fall in love?"

"Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?"

"I hope you're always happy like we were."

"You can drag me through hell, if it meant I could hold your hand."

"You make me strong enough to stand."

"And we were never enough, though we hoped to be, so hopelessly."

"It's a heavy burden on me, baby, a heavy burden that will always stay with me."

"Goodbyes are bittersweet, but it's not the end, I'll see your face again."

"When the morning wakes me all this will fade away."

"Who cares if we will meet again? It's obvious that we're not friends."

"If we sleep together would you be my friend forever?"

"You left me more dead than you'll ever know."

"How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?"

"And we all look so damn happy, even though we're all so lonely."

"What a wicked thing to say, you never felt that way."

"I'll be there for you through it all."

"Life was like atipping scale, like an abacus I played with, counting every win and fail."

"I will never stop choosing you, babe, I will never get used to you.

"I'm not saying I'm sorry - one day maybe we'll meet again."

"I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin."

"I won't surrender until you give me back my life."

"I'm drowning in the flood I know as you."

"This is not who I want you to see, it's just adding on weight to the darkness in me."

"I just want you to know who I am."

"Everything led back to you."

"I fall apart but the memories never die."

"I'll see you on the other side."

"We come alone and alone we die."

"I'm falling even more in love with you."

"I'd do anything to make you stay."

"I guess I was just a little too late."

"Why does being so free mean so far away from me?"

"I will stay - nobody will break you."

"Washing your hands with blood wont take away the stain."

"Aren't you sick of wasting so much time?"

"How do I get away, when you are begging me to stay?"

"Keep me by your side, we'll pretend that we're alive."

"We will never dance in the spotlight."

"Why do we always get so far before we let go?"

"Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse."

"Your love is changing me."

"When will the voices in my head stop and let me rest?"

"Something inside this heart has died."

"I can whisper, I can yes, but I know I'm just talking to myself."

"Ditt liv vilar i vinden." (Your life rests in wind.)

"I wish that you could see that I have my troubles too."

"You set my heart on fire."

"Tell me please all is forgiven."

"Life and love I don't deserve."

"All I ever do is run."

"Ich weiß, ich weiß und ich ertrage es nicht." (I know, I know, and I can't take it.)

"Dein Gewissen ist betrunken." (Your conscience is drunk.)

"Tę wojnę wygra tylko jeden." (This war will only be won by one)

"I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you."

"I've loved you three summers now, but I want them all."

"You said we'd leave this place in dust and fall from heaven straight through hell."

"I'm chemically drawn closer to you."

"You're the anchor that is tied to my brain."

"Every minute and every hour I miss you more."

"I wanna waste all of my time with you."

"I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you."

"Wiesz, że Twój ogień już zgasł" (You know that your fire has already gone out)

"Du warst ein Polaroid im Regen und mein erstes Lied." (You were a polaroid in the rain and my first song.)

"その昨日の下の変わらない景色の中からここまで繋がってる." (The unchanging sceneries behind our everyday lives on with me)

"Du gibst mir Zeit und dann denk ich, dass es vielleicht, vielleicht für immer so bleibt." (You give me time and I think then, that maybe maybe, this will be forever.)

"You are the reason that I dream."

"And I won't let you down, I swear this time I mean it."

"How could she say to me, love will find a way?"

"But of all these friends and lovers, there is no one compares with you."

"I'm a drifter's body in an open sea."

"You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead."

"But to love her is to need her everywhere."

"I need you so much closer."

"I've become what I always hated."

"Everybody lies, but I'd never doubt you."

"Every road and ever yhighway led me right back to your door."

"I told you to forget me, but you stayed by my side."

"They said all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential."

"There'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you - both of these things can be true."

"Someone to watch me die."

[purenguyening]

1, 3 and 7 for salty ask, only minimal salt required, any fandom ok

I don't know how long I'll ramble but cut just in case:

Salt ask meme.

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

It's not that I don't "get" specific ships, it's more closer to "I have a hard time suspending my disbelief and going along with the bit".

There are two ships that come to mind: Toyosatomimi no Miko/Soga no Tojiko from Touhou Project and Klavier Gavin/Apollo Justice from Ace Attorney.

For Miko/Tojiko, I can completely understand the appeal of a married couple meeting again in another life (not quite on the level of reincarnation, but it does have the theme of reuniting after a long period of time). But I feel like my hang-ups is that fandom tends to portray the duo as happily married when I'm 90% sure its real life inspiration (Shoutoku Taishi and Tojiko no Iratsume's marriage) was arranged so Soga no Umako could have access to the Royal Family rather than any real love. (I have no objections to being corrected since I only know like extremely broad strokes on Asuka period politics).

Even without drawing inspiration from history, Tojiko's profiles come off as pretty distant around Miko, usually only a line or two and then the bulk of her profiles are either about herself or about her relationship with Futo. I think typically the fandom writes it off as her wanting to be private, but from my perspective it comes off as her just trying to bide her tongue because she doesn't want to talk shit about her boss (but is okay talking about a dipshit co-worker). There is a line from Tojiko's profile in Symposium of Post-Mystcism I still can't really made heads or tails over though:

Futo's idea was "We'll let Buddhism rule for now, but after Miko revives as an authority figure, we will both revive as her officers."

It's not so much the wording but what throws me off, but instead it's that I'm not 100% sure if Akyuu is quoting Tojiko here or not, it feels like it should be. If it is Tojiko, herself, saying this you could read that she's close enough to Miko to be on a first name basis, but I can't help but read it as "she holds little respect for Miko so she just opts to call her by her name instead of her title". The other thing I get hung up over is how Tojiko's profile in Strange Creators of Outer World doesn't confirm her residency in Senkai (along with Seiga and Yoshika), which, again, comes off as her wanting to be distant around Miko. If memory serves Tojiko briefly pokes her head in Futo's ending in Hopeless Masquarade and no where else, kind of adding to my personal read she's not really that close to Miko.

This isn't to say I don't think they can learn to get along, but it feels like there's a lot of buildup needed for me to buy into the idea.

In a similar way with Klavier/Apollo, I get the concept on paper (like aside from the casual banter/innuendo that gets flung around in court). Klavier is a very lonely person and hides it with his persona, and Apollo hates that because he's such an honest and forward. I think he even mentions it in Turnabout Seranade he prefers the personality Klavier shows when he works on a case over his rock star personality.

In theory there's enough tension where I can see it being very satisfying when, finally, Apollo understands why Klavier puts the front that he does and in return Klavier can be open and honest to Apollo. But I never felt like such a moment really came. Maybe there's fan works that play with this concept, but I never was interested enough to explore.

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

No, oddly enough. I think on tumblr I would just block the post and on twitter mute/block are the bread and butter of the Twitter Experience(TM). I feel like it takes a lot for me to actually unfollow someone, but I do draw the line when people get really aggressive about it. The obvious example are those tweets where someone will post along the lines of "block me if you like x, y, and z"

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

Usually my OTP preferences stay consistent throughout the years, but they sometimes lose intensity compared to when I first like them. As of late I don't hate Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth (narumitsu) but I tend to prefer searching up Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright (mitsunaru) if I really want to be nit picky about ship order... It's mostly because I think it's more entertaining to watch Miles fluster Phoenix more than the other way around.

[ioannemos]

You are so right, "we'll go carefully" is THE Locklyle otp tag, I get why people love "just reckless enough" but tbh it pales in comparison! The latter is at its most powerful when considered in light of the former! "We'll go carefully" is the DEFINITION of quotes that live in your head rent-free and complete rearrange the furniture

YES and you know what else? it's not just about lockwood seeing lucy as someone to care for and nurture instead of just use, or how unlike the adults in her life he sees her fears and insecurities as valid, or even about him understanding that this is a unique situation that none of them expected to deal with. it's about making her part of the team, the family, and not just that but also letting her call the shots! possibly for the first time in her life!

it's also about how, since he's letting her set the pace for how fast they explore this totally unique situation, he's going to give up control and his place as the most special person in his own house to her

AND it's ALSO how giving her this level of respect and control and acknowledging that she's the special one means he's going to have to be more careful! bc she doesn't want to do this recklessly and she's calling the shots, so if she wants to stop, things have to stop. he can't keep pushing, heedless of the danger, uncaring if he gets hurt bc this time, it won't be him getting hurt, it'll be her

AND. it's ALSO. about the Future Possibilities. bc now that she's seen what him being really reckless is? now that she knows how bad things can be in his head? you know she's cashing that in. like yeah she'll pull out "just reckless enough" when the situation is deteriorating and they're all risking their lives and he does need to dance on that knife-edge. but when the situation doesn't call for it and he isn't careful enough? when it's something a little more run of the mill and he uses flippancy or arrogance as a cover for disregarding his own safety? you know she's pulling him aside once the yelling is over and he's trying to apologize for stealing the spotlight or putting her in danger. you know she's pulling back her sleeve to show the fading scar on her wrist and saying with tears in that quiet, fierce voice of hers, "you told me we'll go carefully. we. that means you too, lockwood." and he starts to prevaricate a little bc that was about the skull, right, and she gives him a shake and tells him if she can't trust him to take care of himself on any given job, no matter the danger, how can she trust him with the really important stuff? it's one of those moments where he's rendered speechless bc he wants to argue or defend his actions but she's said something that's making him Rethink Things and see his actions in a new light, so after a minute of struggling silence he just nods and without meeting her gaze says, "you're right, luce. of course. i'm sorry. i'll be more careful." and she surprises him bc instead of just being like 'see that you do' she hugs him. and then she says something like "you scared me, you dick" and he sort of laughs and apologizes again and hugs her back

and then poor george comes into the doorway, stops, sighs, and then says a little loudly that dinner's ready and if anyone wants to join him he'll be in the kitchen. and later at dinner he also calls lockwood a dick while lockwood's mouth is full so he can't object and lucy laughs and lockwood gives her a slightly wounded expression that just makes her laugh harder

...well, this got long. i love these kids. does it show?

[lilacs-in-space]

1. How many works do you have on AO3?:

9

2. What's your total AO3 word count?:

87,894

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I only write for Star Trek these days. I muddle between all of them as I tend to write for small background characters I've developed unhealthy obsessions with.

Back in my fanfiction.net days I predominantly wrote Star Trek Enterprise and Stargate Atlantis but I took a 20 year hiatus (more or less) in writing fanfic. I only really started writing again about 6 months ago because Star Trek Picard made me simultaneously so happy and so angry that my creativity just exploded back to life.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Not Your Typical Disaster Scenario (Discworld - Terry Pratchett) 

Eight Down. Yellow Bird Who Goes 'Quack!' (Discworld) 

A Way With Wordes (Discworld) 

Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring. (Star Trek: Picard, Star Trek) 

Where the falling angel meets the rising ape (12 Monkeys (TV))

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! Nothing makes my day like receiving a comment on a fic. I always make sure to leave them on fic I enjoy too.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think my fav kinds of endings are bittersweet rather than angsty. A lot of the time they end with lovers parting, willingly or not. Love me a 'doomed by the narrative' type.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A Way With Wordes - it ends with a wedding announcement!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, which given that I've written for an insanely unpopular ship once or twice, is actually a little surprising.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

My good man/woman/rogue, I only write smut these days. I used to live for fluffy friendship fics, and I like to think I still inject a lot of tenderness into my work, but I am more motivated by the idea of becoming a good erotica writer than anything else these days.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't. I thought about writing a 12 Monkeys/Picard crossover but never went through with it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. I had a bunch of Spock/McCoy poems I wrote back in 2002 reappear over a decade later on AO3 under someone else's name. Not an archive, just some guy pretending he wrote them. I honestly didn't care. They were exactly the kind of mawkish tripe you'd expect a 12 year old to write.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Back in my day, sonny, we wrote fics round robin style through hotmail.com or on the yahoo message boards. (So yes, but we're talking like 20 years ago. I don't do it anymore because I'm in too weird of a niche these days!)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Nebula class. Looks like a frog. I have a Nebula model on my desk that I replaced the decal of to make it the T'Kumbra!

OH, you mean like...OTP? Uh... I don't think I have one anymore? Back in the day I used to read a tremendous amount of McKay/Weir(SGA), Archer/T'Pol (Ent), and Jack/Sam (SG1) but these days I really enjoy reading about niche characters and ocs. Some of the best fics I've read this year have been oc/oc fics or obscure character(OC) and original character(oc) fics.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

You got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea - I was so taken with this idea when I started, then I got super sick and now whenever I think of working on it, I just feel tired again and don't. We'll see if I return to it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm really good at setting a mood and drawing a person in with all their senses. I get a lot of comments about that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't use one word where many will do. My chapters are way. too. freakin'. long.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I do this a lot, but I always put in the translations. If it's a sentence, I will place the translation after the sentence. If it's just a word, I'll put in a glossary.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ever? Star Trek TOS and it was a Spones fic. On AO3? Discworld and it was Vimes & Vetinari.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I am obsessed with A Perfect Match. I love delving into Romulan and Vulcan culture and exposing the similarities and dichotomies of two arrogant characters like Letant and Solok.

However, I am also very proud of Not Your Typical Disaster Scenario which I wrote based on a piece of art I found super inspiring.

If you’re reading this and want to play, I hereby tag you with no pressure. 🥳

[fantastic-rambles]

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Ainosuke Shindo, Tadashi Kikuchi

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: When Tadashi wakes up in Ainosuke's body and finds the other man in his own, they both have no choice but to navigate their lives as each other until they find a way to return things to normal. Ainosuke is thrilled... and Tadashi far less so. [Year of the OTP 2023 @yearoftheotpevent. July: power swap (body swap)]

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The first thing that Tadashi noticed when he woke up was that he was on the wrong side of the bed.

The second thing he noticed was his own face, his expression relaxed in sleep. A set of familiar arms, wrapped in silk pajamas, were wrapped around his body… arms that seemed to be attached to him.

Was he still asleep and dreaming? It was a strange dream, but dreams could often be odd. Frowning, he closed his eyes again, breathing slowly and deeply to try to "fall asleep" again and dismiss this odd reality. But when he opened his eyes once more, nothing had changed.

His frown deepened, and he shifted his hands so he could pinch the back of one of them with the other, but that didn't work either. The movement seemed to disturb the version of himself that he was holding, though, and he snuggled closer with a soft sound of protest.

"'dashi? Is it time to get up already?" his other self mumbled, and he found himself responding automatically.

"It's alright. You can sleep a little longer…"

His words caught in his throat as he was startled to full wakefulness. He was on Ainosuke's side of the bed, wearing his master's pajamas, gently embracing his own body. And it seemed like Ainosuke was in his own.

"Ai?" he asked hesitantly, and Ainosuke hummed in acknowledgment as he hugged him tighter.

"Ai!" he repeated more urgently, and he watched as his eyes opened sleepily, gazing upon him with a familiar, soft expression that was unfamiliar on his own face. Ainosuke was slower to take stock of their situation—he'd never been much of a morning person—but Tadashi saw the moment that realization set in: the slight widening of his eyes, the smile starting to fade…

"Tadashi?" his master replied, turning his head to take in their surroundings, and everything felt too real to be a mere dream. This was… this was…

"I'll fix this," he promised, even though he had no idea how he would start going about doing such a thing. But he'd dedicated his life to Ainosuke, to ensuring that he would experience as little discomfort as possible and have everything he wanted, within reason. And he felt slightly reassured when Ainosuke smiled back at him.

"I know you will."

Then, Ainosuke groaned and stretched, the movement familiar and extremely attractive, even now that he wasn't in his own body. It only proved what Tadashi had always believed: that no matter who he was, Ainosuke would draw people's eye with his charm and charisma. After all, he was in Tadashi's body, which was made for not standing out. His mannerisms helped, of course, but he'd chosen his image very carefully so that he would be unnoticeable. As a servant, his role was to be neither seen nor heard, but to always be by his master's side nevertheless. As a political secretary, or as a capman, the same held true: he was always a background character. And he was more than satisfied with that.

"But in the meantime, we'll have to make sure that nobody finds out about this, right?" Ainosuke added, a note of amusement in his voice. "Do your best in the committee meeting today, 'dashi. Don't embarrass me too much."

He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to Tadashi's forehead before climbing out of bed and heading over to the closet, tugging it open. Immediately, Tadashi followed him, watching as he pulled out a new set of clothes for each of them. However, when Ainosuke reached toward him, he protested, taking a step back.

"Ainosuke-sama. Please allow me to assist you—"

"No, no, no. I'm you right now, right? So I should be the one helping you change and everything!"

Ainosuke sounded far too delighted with this situation, while Tadashi had to repress the urge to sigh.

"If that is what you wish. However, I would never sound that exuberant in my speech."

"Oh, I know you're a bore, so I obviously won't do it in the office. But it's just the two of us here," Ainosuke pointed out as he started to unbutton Tadashi's top to help him out of it. "If anything, shouldn't you be more worried about yourself? Do you really think your acting is so good that nobody will figure out that something is wrong?"

"I'll wear a face mask and tell everyone that you're feeling ill. That should help to cover up for any of my deficiencies and also help to promote your image as someone dedicated to his work."

"Ah! That's cheating!" Ainosuke argued as he pulled a dress shirt over Tadashi's shoulders and began to button it up, but Tadashi disregarded that: it was the best option that he could think of so far. When it came to the content of Ainosuke's meetings and speeches, he was reasonably confident that he could earn a passing mark on them, as he'd been heavily involved in all of his master's work. However, as Ainosuke had pointed out, he couldn't fill his shoes entirely, especially when there would be so many eyes on him, and many of them would be looking for a weakness that they could exploit in the young politician.

He tilted his head back slightly to allow Ainosuke to wrap a tie around his neck, twisting it together before pulling the knot snug against his throat and smoothing the collar over it. But when Ainosuke crouched down in front of him, slipping his fingers under Tadashi's waistband to tug off his pajama bottoms, Tadashi flinched, taking a step back.

"Ainosuke-sama," he protested softly, and his master clicked his tongue.

"Stop whining. Until you find a solution to this, we need to get used to it. We can't have me acting too unnaturally, right? Even if I am 'sick.'"

That was true, but there were no other eyes here. There was no need to keep up the act, especially when Ainosuke's hands slid around to rest on the small of his back, keeping Tadashi from retreating further.

"And as intriguing as the prospect of literally fucking myself is, I do have a meeting this morning, right? You'll have to bear with it until this evening."

Tadashi felt the heat rise to his face at the implications, but he let Ainosuke finish changing his clothes without further incident. While his master began to change as well—by himself, at his insistence—he headed to the kitchen to make their breakfast. As well-intentioned as the other man was, if he left it to Ainosuke, he had a suspicion that their food would either end up burnt or half-raw. Or both.

Still, it was a relief that they were in Tokyo rather than Okinawa. If this had happened at the estate, it would have been much harder to cover up. The excuse of sickness would be a good excuse to keep them here, as well, until they were able to sort this matter out.

But how had this happened? Magic, curses, superstition… none of that actually existed in the real world. And what would they do if they couldn't figure out a way to reverse this? They couldn't pretend to be each other forever.

Then again, perhaps this was an opportunity, if it couldn't be fixed. A chance for Ainosuke to truly break free of his chains and do what he really wanted to do. If it was for his master's sake, Tadashi wouldn't mind taking his place: he was never one for fiery speeches that inspired others, but he could at least try to give a few before gradually transitioning to an older, more steady politician.

"Mmmm. Smells good, 'dashi."

Tadashi was startled out of his thoughts by his own voice as Ainosuke leaned against him, peering into the pan. It was jarring: his own voice, the dark hair and somber suit, the weight that was lighter than he was used to…

"Thank you." Tadashi split the food between two plates, adding a few slices of toast before carrying them over to the table and setting them down. He took his usual seat, Ainosuke sitting across from him, and they both started to eat. It was a simple, Western-style breakfast: Ainosuke liked having it when they were in Tokyo, since his meals at the manor were more traditional. He'd also set out a cup of coffee for each of them, and Tadashi murmured his thanks as he finished quickly and began to wash up.

"Wait, let me help!" Ainosuke called from the table, where he was still eating, but Tadashi shook his head.

"It won't take long," he reassured the other man. It really wouldn't, and he was fairly certain that Ainosuke had never washed dishes in his life. More likely than not, Tadashi would end up needing to redo his work, unless he just set his master to rinsing. And indeed, he was already done by the time Ainosuke finished his own meal and carried his dishes over.

But Ainosuke was still smiling as Tadashi hung the apron up and they started getting ready to head out.

"I'm driving, right?"

Tadashi froze with the keys in his hand. He'd automatically grabbed them from the bowl, and while he'd considered an excuse for any slip-ups in his behavior, he hadn't considered this.

"Do you even know how to drive?"

"How hard can it be?"

So no. It wouldn't make sense for them to call for a cab, not unless "Tadashi" stayed home. For the same reason, he couldn't be seen driving, himself.

"Would you like to take the day off?" he suggested, but as he expected, Ainosuke shook his head, holding his hand out for the keys. Tadashi sighed.

"Then at least let me pull the car out, and I'll give you instructions. Please drive slowly, and if anything unexpected happens, use the brake. The brake, alright?"

"Got it!"

Even so, it was a heart-thumping ride to the Diet, with Tadashi calling out warnings and instructions from the back seat as he held onto the door with a white-knuckled grip. Really, it was a miracle that they didn't get into an accident, and as Tadashi parked the car, he hoped that whatever this was would resolve itself before they had to go home.

[aftokrator-official]

K, O, U, X, and Y!

K: How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom(s).

there aren't enough of us!!!! (World Trigger) But that DOES make it one of the most chill anime fandoms I've ever been in, so I mean, silver linings lmao. There's something very fun about the camaraderie in a small fandom and I definitely feel that here as well! I enjoy how chill everyone is and how everyone has made themselves comfy in whatever corner of this sprawling cast makes them happiest, but will also visit and appreciate OTHER people's particular fixations.

MP100 has its *cough* problems but frankly as a veteran of Promare circa 2020 it feels downright calm lmao. It helps that I pretty much exclusively spend time in the Shimateru niche these days, which is of course full of the coolest people in this fandom. My primary complaint is that I wish I could just enjoy seri-rei and shima-mine in peace without landing among a bunch of assholes but eh, at least there are some fantastic Japanese artists in those ships whose work I can enjoy without reservations. And it makes me pleased in a deeply petty way to write seri-rei but ONLY as a background ship to shimateru LMAO

Arknights is great. Bee and Mis are awesome. Wait what do you mean there are other people in Arknights fandom

O: Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of?

Shuffle gave me Little Talks by Of Monsters And Men, and now i'm thinking of Afto AU Utagawa/Kikuchihara and FEELING THINGS. ;-;

You're gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do Just let me go, we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep

U: What are your favorite male/female ships?

in no particular order from current and recent fandoms:

Katori/Osamu

Hatohara/Ninomiya

Yuzuru/Chika (mostly as part of the Yuzuru/Chika/Izuho OT3 but I like them on their own too)

Enedora/Mira (specifically and especially in a "divorced but still hooking up" way)

Amatoricest

Takenaka/Tome

Croix/Jakuri (Ar Tonelico 2, objectively THE best canon pairing in the AT series don't @ me)

Silco/Jinx (Arcane)

honorable mentions to Touma/Izuho (i like her with chika and yuzuru best but i Cannot deny the appeal of their agegap dynamic), Katori/Wakamura (so so SO divorced), and SeriTome (doesn't quite fit my headcanons for either of them but it's REALLY cute and makes a nice little agegap trio with shimateru and mobrei lmao)

X: 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms.

Shimateru from MP100

Tolnar from Arknghts

Jinyuu from World Trigger - i have several faves but I think this is the only one I don't really multiship

Y:  A fandom you’re in but have no ships from.

Hmm... The Expanse might count - I do admittedly adore the main canon ship of Holden/Naomi, but I never really got into any non-canon shipping for the series. I never did read much fic for it, but I was mildly active on Tumblr while the show was airing, so I guess it counts lol.

[fma03envy]

For the ask game, I’d like to put in Celestia Ludenburg or Dante from 2003

Celeste:

Favorite thing about them: Her polite passive aggressiveness is so fun. Whenever Byakuya's being pretentious her responses are always amusing

Least favorite thing about them: What I wouldn't give for her to have survived

Favorite line: "Perhaps we'll meet again, in another life"

brOTP: Ik we've never seen them interact but she'd probably get along well with Gundham

OTP: I feel like Celeste and Chihiro would be cute?

nOTP: Hifumi (a lot of their interactions just seemed to highlight how fatphobic the writers are about Hifumi)

Random headcanon: She'd never admit this and instead claims he's some fancy rare breed, but Grand Bois Chéri Ludenberg was originally a stray that she felt sorry for and decided to adopt

Unpopular opinion: I'd say fans often overstate her writing issues in case 3 when claiming she was too obvious a killer? But admittedly I'm coming from a perspective of not having guessed it was her so

Song i associate with them: Mad IQs or Modern Day Cain, both by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

favorite picture of them: I just really like the closing argument art style; also this reminds me of a greeting card in a cool way

Dante:

Favorite thing about them: I like how her premise is "skilled alchemist chasing the philosopher's stone to return herself to lost health" because it draws an interesting parallel to Edward

Least favorite thing about them: Basically everything she's ever done

Favorite line: "It's a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful" (sidenote I googled this to make sure I wasn't misremembering and found a lot of aesthetic edits crediting it as though it was an irl quote said by Arakawa, which amused me)

brOTP: Wouldn't really be applicable to her

OTP: N/A again ig

nOTP: Edward

Random headcanon: If she had never met Lyra, she would've instead tried to use Izumi as her next vessel

Unpopular opinion: Eh, I feel like I mostly agree with the sentiment fans have about her (interesting for the narrative, awful person)

Song i associate with them: First, I adore her canon theme and feel it's definitely a high point of 03's soundtrack. Besides that though, Jubyphonic's English cover of Ghost Rule (both for the lyrics and bc the music video's setting reminds me of her abandoned theatre, especially during the gold parts)

Favorite picture of them: I like this poster I own that includes her

[truly-quirkless]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

Note: For this entire post, 'ship' and 'shipping' are referred to solely in a romantic & sexual manner.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

YagiFin. That's about as obvious as it gets----

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Any minors trying to get shipped with Yagi or Fin. Beyond that? Don't really care. I generally view it as 'is this character out of two-year college range and is a consenting adult that does not have the mind of a child', and if they meet those requirements? Then I'm down to discuss, so long as Yagi and Fin did not know the other character when said character was a minor (if either Yagi or Fin would have been an adult at that time), in which case they are eternally stuck in platonic/familial shipping only. That's just uncomfy as fuck.

Biggest reason for not being against age gaps is because Fin is twenty-six, and my take on Yagi (Pyre) is fifty. Man is basically double Fin's age- but he didn't meet Fin until they were very much an adult. Any character younger than twenty-one would be an instant 'no'. Any character meeting Yagi/Fin as adults when said character is a child, and then passing the age threshold and asking about shipping, would also be an instant no.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Kind of? I'm not going to ship Yagi and Fin with flat-out villains who show no remorse or signs of changing. And if the mun never DMs me OOC about it? It's not happening either way. Civilians and fellow Heroes are very much on-the-table, though.

With any muse I'd consider shipping Yagi and Fin with, one of the very first things would be that there would be mutual affection between all three, even if it's exhibited in different ways between them. If there ain't mutual affection, there ain't gonna be a ship. Yagi and Fin are a set.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER(S) WITH?

Hm... Aizawa, Yamada, Midnight, Ectoplasm, Power Loader, Best Jeanist, Enji (this one would take plenty of development to even get to), Nighteye (also a lot of development required), David Shield (yet again, a lot of development required).

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Yep. I get a bit antsy asking if others want to ship, but I do try to ask if they'd be down if I see our muses going that way. Especially since I refuse to get rid of Yagi and Fin being in a soulmate AU (with one another), which means every ship would require some degree of development/OOC chatter.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I...am definitely ship-obsessed. I do my best to limit what I post about to YagiFin and the occasional third party (glancing to you Potato), but. My mind really does default to ship. Ask and you will suffer. /lh /pos The only time it doesn't, is when Yagi and Fin are interacting with minors and the like- or characters who are immortal and coded as minors. In which case, I just think of the character in a familial/platonic context.

I also keep an eye on the rules of those I interact with. There are some muses who are of age that Yagi and Fin interact with, whom I refuse to ship with due to the other mun's views/rules/etc., since I want to respect the other mun's wishes.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

...YagiFin. And no, you cannot ask me for my favorite 'canon x canon' pairing. YagiFin is my favorite pairing.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Send me a DM, all it takes. If I think it'd work, I'd be down to discuss and sort out the finer details. If not, I'll let you know- and we'll just not do the ship.

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