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paninicupcakke · 3 months ago

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SolMed Week! Day 3 🎃🐺💉

(Theme: Invention/Experiment)

(Slightly suggestive)

I got artblock so I’ll be writing one shots for each theme :3

Soldier slowly woke up from his deep slumber, fluttering open his eyes to find himself in Medic’s lab. He was strapped down to one of the doctors adjustable lab chairs. His helmet was off to the side on one of the tables nearby.

“Oh, you’re awake. How was your nap?” Medic casually asked. The doctor began taking off his wrist restraints.

“Good. My mouth feels heavy though.” Soldier replied while massaging his sore jaw.

“That would be your new teeth.” Medic replied.

“Ohh yeah…wait…what did I come in here for again?” Soldier cluelessly asked. The anesthesia did wonders to his already scattered mind. Medic snickered while reaching up to caress the new dog like ears grown out of his head. Soldier flinched slightly at the new sensation.

“You volunteered for mein new experiment remember? Don’t worry, it is not permanent.” Medic explained while holding up a hand mirror over towards him. Soldier took the mirror from him and looked at his reflection. His eyes widened slightly at his new set of features.

“You turned me into a dog.” Soldier bluntly stated. He tilted his head to get a good look at the new set of fluffy ears, claws and sharp fangs. He soon began wagging the fluffy tail sticking out from his spine.

“Technically part wolf but yes.” Medic corrected.

“Does this mean I can pee wherever I want?!”Soldier excitedly asked.

“Nein.” Medic sternly replied. Soldier let out a disappointed grumble. Medic walked over to his mini fridge and brought back out a plate of food.

“Here. A treat for volunteering your time.” Medic said while holding up a plate of raw steak. Soldier was no stranger to eating raw meat occasionally, however his DNA was adjusted to where he wouldn’t get sick from it this time around. Soldier’s eyes lit up and he immediately devoured the raw steak. Medic eagerly watched as he used his new teeth to tear the flesh apart. He finished the whole steak within a couple minutes. Medic set the plate down then batted the blood off of his chin with a clean rag.

“Now that you’re all fed, do you mind performing a test for me? I want to see your new features in action.” Medic asked in an eager tone.

“Sure.” Soldier replied with a shrug. A wide salacious grin crept across the doctor’s cheeks.

“Perfect.“ Medic eerily said while picking up a dog collar off the table nearby.

“Uh…are you gonna take me on a walk?” Soldier asked while raising an eyebrow. Medic chuckled at his naive question. The doctor suddenly swung a leg over and straddled himself onto the werewolf’s lap. Hovering over him while attaching the collar behind his neck.

“No, this is will be far more stimulating.” Medic said with a suggestive grin.

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#suggestive #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #tf2 soldier #soldiermedic #fruit scones #tf2 fanfiction #solmedweek #old man yaoi #oneshot #freak fortress #tf2 freaks #werewolf soldier save meee

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im-in-love-with-bigpauly · 1 year ago

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CAN SOMEKNE PLS DRAW BIG PAULY FANART

pLS PLS PLS OMFG PLSS I NED BIG PAULY FANART MY HANF IS GETTING TTIREF AND IM SLOWLY GETTING ARTBLOCK I CNT BE THE ONLY ONE DRAWINH HIM SO PLS PLS PAPA LOUIE FANDOM PLS FRAW BIG PAULY I AMM ACTUALLY CRYING ANDD BEGGING ON MY KNEES PLS

IF I HAVE TO I'LL DRAW FANART OF WHATEVER PAPA LOUIE CHARACTER YOU LIKE BUT IM NOT SURE ILL TRY HUT. PLS LLS PLS DRAW HIG PULY IM TIRED OF A3EING THE SQMME SHIT OVER AND OVER/SRS

Also the drawing may be a good one or it may be like yassified or high on weed idk. And also I will NOT draw Quinn, I have beef with her

#papa louie #flipline #flipline studios #papa louie fan #papa louie arcade #big pauly #fanart #papa louie flipline #papa louie fandom #PLS DRAW FANART OF HIM PLS

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phobia-sweets · 2 years ago

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Request: "OKAY I JUST SAW YOu put arkhamverse jervis on your requests and omg- i'm sorry it's only been a few minutes since you did and now here's a req for him-

♡ 22 “Can I take a picture of you?” with arkhamverse jervis please? maybe reader likes taking pictures of people they find interesting, so they can draw them later on? have a great day/night!"

I LOVED THE ENTHUSIASM ON THIS REQUEST SO MUCH---

I was very,,, indecisive with this. I had a lot of ideas, and settling with something was hard and it turned into a mess lmao. I'm not very proud of this, but hey, i did my best and i had fun writing this!

Arkhamverse! Mad hatter x reader

Warnings / Notes: I CANNOT RHYME FOR THE LIFE OF ME, i didnt know how to end this properly so i hope this is good enough, this is my first time writing arkhamverse jervis so i hope its not ooc, not proofread

When artblock hits, what’s the best way to get rid of it? Well, there’s a lot of ways, but you decided traveling was the way to go. Not far, mind you, just the next city over - Gotham. Sure, Gotham might be dangerous and corrupt, but it was full of interesting people. You weren’t too familiar with the villains and their shticks, but you knew to be careful, just in case something did happen. What did your friend tell you to do? Ah, yes. “Don’t draw too much attention to yourself” and “Don’t make friends with strangers.”

And so, Here you were in the middle of amusement mile, alone, people watching in hopes of inspiration. So far, it had not been successful. Sure, some people had great outfits, the amusement park would've made for a great landscape but... it just didn't feel right. You needed something… more. Something that piqued your interest. Something unique.

That's when you spotted... is that a top hat? It was a man! Wearing something thay could've been described as something straight out of a story. Maybe not a fairytale - the colours were too dark for that, but a story nonetheless. Your eyes were practically glued to him as he walked past the colourful booths full of cotton candy and popcorn. Before you knew it, you were up from the bench with your bag, slowly walking towards him as he was stood outside a small confectionery.

Then you stopped. “What am I doing?”, you thought, gaze still glued to the man. If your friend saw you right now, they’d probably be dragging you out for even thinking of conversing with the man. But then again, They’re not here, are they? What is stopping you? Nothing. Except, well, the fact that when you saw his face, you swore you’d seen him somewhere. Maybe he was a vill-

You brushed off that thought, Because, well, what’s the chance of you running into a villain right now? Zero. Nada. You breathed in the cold autumn air, and walked towards the man. You lightly tapped his shoulder, making him turn around to face you. "Hey, can i take a picture of you?” You managed to ask, hand tightly gripping your phone. Before he managed to answer, you started explaining yourself. “I’m an artist and I… like drawing people that I find interesting. And you- well- you stood out, and wanted to draw you…” your hesitance quickly faded away as his hands clasped together and he practically beamed at you.

“Oh dear, How frabjous! It truly would be an honour to be your muse, Rabbit.” He slightly bowed, and you finally noticed the ‘10/6’ slip on his hat. Clever. The mad hatter.

The mad hatter.

Oh.

You swore you’ve heard that name going around a few times the past few hours, and.. this is the guy they’ve been talking about? He didn’t seem all that dangerous. If anything, he seemed sweet.

“Ah, thank you, I suppose-- Let’s go somewhere with better lighting, yes? It’ll be easier to see the details of your clothes that way.” You suggested, walking towards the merry-go-round, which happened to be the place with the most… decent lighting in the place. You took your pictures, and he was very talkative. You noticed he spoke in rhymes a lot, which was sort of… precious, in a way. Your photo session was interrupted by your phone ringing loudly due to your friend calling. You excused yourself quickly with a “Sorry, I gotta take this. Thank you for helping me!” And walking away. Honestly, your friend would’ve probably punched you for the stuff you pulled, but hey, you got your inspiration. You stopped by the ferris wheel, talking with them. They were just worried about you – You were in Gotham, alone, after all. You somehow managed to convince them that, no, you had not been kidnapped into a riddle-filled death trap or had your back broken, momentarily easing their worries. Once done, you put your phone back in your pocket, Turning around and meeting the hatter’s gaze, making you jump.

“Oh my god, you scared me.” You sighed, holding your hand to your chest. This made his expression turn into one of worry, as he apologised,

“Apologies, apologies, dear rabbit! I just wish to know, Would you care to join me for tea?”

#jervis tetch x reader #mad hatter x reader #arkhamverse mad hatter x reader

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cherries-blooming · 3 years ago

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BAILEY X CHUB!FEM! READER (Biker Goddess)

You've spent most of your day outside your university, trying to write an essay on the best experience you've ever had. You gently tap the end of the eraser on your bottom lip as you think of what that could possibly be. Sure, you've been to weddings and family reunions but nothing really struck out to you as 'the best'. Sighing as you pack up for the day, you look over to the sign of your university; "Rosenburg, home of the arts". "If being an artist means back to back pain and artblock then sure, I'm home alright." You mutter to yourself. Maybe a nice calming cup of decaf from the local coffee shop will give you some inspiration. You check your phone as you walk onto the sidewalk, 7:40 pm, if you wanted coffee then you'd best hurry. Placing your phone in your hoodies pocket, you start your walk down town.

You weren't really paying attention to your surroundings, more or less spacing out as the sunset casts a large shadow besides yourself. There's a song stuck in your head, you hum along to it, blissfully disconnecting from the world around yourself. By the time you arrive at your favorite coffee shop, you barely get to sneak by the last customer and order yourself a cup. The cashier gives you a lackadaisical stare past their boxy glasses before going to make you your drink. "Thank you- and- sorry." You say, waving a hand as you stand by the pick up area to wait for it. The song playing on some hidden radio lulls you to glance around the room, your eyes land on a corkboard with some pictures on it. One of them being a group of girls. You take a closer look and the words 'Cherry Bombs' is written on it. A friend group of some sort? They look very happy, the one in the middle catches your attention. She's taller than the others and has a gleaming smile on her face. Stunning. "Ma'am-." The cashier's voice grabs your attention, "-your drink is ready."

"Yes! Thank you. I'll get out of your hair now." You say in a soft tone, gently grabbing the cup out of their hands. There was a moment of silence as you grabbed and pocketed a few sugar packets and a stirrer "Uh ma'am-! I don't think it's safe to go out alone..." the now nervous looking cashier calls out to you, earning a raised brow from you. "Huh? Why, is something wrong?" They shift around a bit, tapping their fingers on the counter, "Well, it's rumored that young women are being targeted by a group of guys.... Call themselves the 'Lady Killers'. S'like something right out of a cheesy 90's horror film but I wouldn't risk it." They look pretty serious about that. You weigh your options before shrugging a bit, "I'll be okay, I mean, no one's really out here LOOKING for a chubby girl like me to try 'n snatch, haha." You joke as you push past the front doors and onto the dimly lit sidewalk. You check your phone, it's 9:30 now.

It's about an hour or so walk back to your campus at the university, and you weren't about to let some rumors deter you from finally getting home and putting the essay paper off for later. You've traveled a few blocks down with no issue at all, though, you're extra cautious about the shadows that catches your peripheral. You deicide to calm your nerves by looking at the pictures you took on your phone of a lovely small pompom dog you saw on a trip with family somewhere. It started to work... For awhile. But it only took a moment before you could hear it, a distant sound of a car in the distance. It was getting closer. You slowly move the coffee away from your lips as you look towards the noise. Suddenly, your body ran cold as it started to head toward you. You run off, trying to make some distance between you and this jackass trying to run you over.

You dip into an alleyway, hoping it was a shortcut to a nicely lit neighborhood, praying that someone there could help you. You can hear the sound of car wheels skirting to a halt behind you. You shake your head, it's better not to look back. You run into something, something hard. A wall. Your blood runs cold as you stumble backwards to catch yourself. No... No! You have so much you haven't done yet in life! You can't possibly be the victim to something as stupid sounding as the 'Lady Killers'!. You haven't even finished that stupid essay yet! The car door shuts as heavy footsteps come closer to you, the sounds of muffled chuckles could be heard as you slowly turn to see three men. One of them was quiet tall and lanky with purple straight hair. The other was shorter but bulkier, a spiked mohawk on his. And lastly, a guy around the height of a shack, he was beefier than the other two and had a bald head. How classic. Were you really dealing with some reject TMNT villains right now?

"Hey, don'cha know little piglets like you gotta get home before the farmer comes in?" The purple haired one said, a crooked smirk on his face as he stepped closer. Slowly reaching for your hoodie pocket, hoping maybe you could 'accidentally' dial 911. "Hey! Does the little piggy speak? You look like you got sum nice bacon, hm?" The man spoke again, he was a foot away from you now. He smelled like cigarette smoke and old fruit. Mind racing, thinking of something you could say to get them to back off, your heart was the only thing you could hear now. As he closed the distance between you, you start thinking about how boring your life was, and how much you felt horrible for letting it be that way. You clenched your hands into a fists, stopping once you felt the hot cup still in your hands. You get a spark of confidence. "Well- How would you like some hot beans to the face!" You open the lid and chuck the cup at his head. It lands, the hot bean juice leaving him red where it had landed. He yells, waddling back a bit as he tried to wipe away the hotness from his face. His two lackies chuckle a bit, stopping when their boss shoots them a dirty glare. "You're gonna regret that." He growled, stomping his way back to you. But before he could even lay a hand on you, the roaring sound of motorcycles came into earshot. The three looked at each other then to the entrance of the alleyway. You lifted up your gaze, the blaring lights of the motorcycles blinded you as you tried to make out your saviors. Well... You hoped that's who they were.

"Hey Lady Killers!" A raspy and excitable voice said, "I suggest you leave that poor chick alone, or else!" the one closest to you scoffed and walked over to the voice. "Oh yeah? And whaddya gonna do! You're just some flashy bimbo onna bike!" You slowly pull yourself away from the wall to get a better look. The bike turned off and from it stood a giant, curly haired, goddess of a woman. She took off her helmet and you could've sworn your heart skipped three beats.

She had baby blue eyes, sharp features, a scar over the eye that wasn't hidden by her hair, and a smirk on her face. Raising and pointing to the three men, she spoke, "You're gonna regret fucking around with the Cherry Bombs, boys!" the next few minutes were like a movie, you couldn't look away, you were too enraptured by the golden goddess and her gang of 6 other girls beating the men to a pulp. Before long, the woman was throwing the head honcho back into his car with a slam, the other guys scurrying in after, beaten and missing a few teeth. They made a speedy escape into the cold night, honking their car horn as they did. You blinked, taking a moment to process things.

"Hey, babes, you aight?" The woman spoke again, she was walking towards you, as she did you started to notice just how big she was. Maybe 6- no- 7 feet tall, exposed arms covered in muscles and an eyefull of... Chest. Needless to say, you were at a loss for words. Your face became hot as you looked up at hers. She had a gentle expression on, offering a hand to you. You looked down at it, ignoring the little bit of blood from the Lady Killers that was sprawled onto her fingertips and knuckles. You held it, surprisingly soft, you noted. She walked you out of the alleyway, the other members were speaking amoungst themselves, they were all stunning as well. Damn- how'd you get so lucky to fall into the hands of gods most powerful and prettiest women?

"Where you live? Me and the girls will ensure you get back there safely" The mysterious woman asked, still holding onto your trembling hand. "Ah- oh! I uh- I live on campus at the.... University not too far from here. I'm uh... Writing major." You stammered, nice going you. She nodded, a toothy grin on her face. You two walked over to her motorcycle, letting go of your hand to pick up something, a helmet. She placed it carefully onto your head before putting on her own, "Just tell me the address and I'll get you there, trust me." you didn't have to be told twice. You trust with woman with your whole life, your future, hell even with your KIDS. You gave a gentle nod, earning you her toothy show stopping grin. She mounted her bike and rounded up her girls before patting the seat behind herself, "Hop on!"

The drive was a lot shorter than you were hoping, you wanted to have your arms wrapped around the goddess before you forever, but alas, you were home now. Your roomate, who was standing outside of the campus, came running over and nearly fainted when she saw that you were safe and sound. You got off the bike and returned the helmet, giving the driver one last longing look before rushing over to stable your fainting friend. "You had me scared! You weren't answering my texts all day and now you come home with a bunch of mysterious bike ladies!?" You try to calm her down and explain that there was a bit of a holdup with... Everything. You took a moment to realize that the trip for coffee was kind of a lost cause, considering you only took a few sips.

After she calmed down, your friend walked back into your shared room, leaving you some alone time with the gang. You turned and looked back at the female equivalent of Hercules before you. She still had a smile on her face as she watched you get closer. "You uh-... You never told me your name." You said shyly, trying not to mess around with your fingers as you avoided staring right at her tattoo. "Oh- I knew I forgot something! Hehe. I always do this." Sliding off her bike and closer to you, she handed you a little note before saying, "Bailey, I'm Bailey Faxton." you slowly took the note and unfolded it. On it was a scrawled out string of numbers... Her phone number! You look back up to say something but she's already mounted her bike and placed her helmet on.

"Call me when you're in need of a hero, okay babe?" Her words danced on your ears as she and her gang, The Cherry Bombs, rolled out of your campus and into the dark. The cool 10 PM night air swam its way through your hoodie, shaking you out of your thoughts. You turned to walk up to the campus, making it halfway up the stairs before stopping to look back at the road again.

"...I think I know what that essay is going to be about."

#Bailey Faxton #bailey faxton fanfic #fanfic #oc x reader fanfic #x reader #POV #lesbian fanfic #Biker Goddess ; 1

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crystalvfae · 5 years ago

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What do you do when faced with artblock? Or do you go through a small period when you question your skills as an artist, or even when you were younger? I’m currently going through a small dilemma with my art ):

I question my skills all the time, and I think a lot of artists do at all levels. Often this happens before you “level up” your art skills: as your artistic eye gets better, you start seeing your flaws but that means future works will improve. You could also have impostor syndrome, which is fairly common and very annoying. Try to be easy on yourself! As far as art block, two things work for me: When I can, I just stop drawing or painting. Just...stop it. Spend a few days ignoring art. Go for a walk, play a video game, do whatever. Don’t think about art at ALL. Give yourself a break and your art brain will slowly regrow. The other thing I do when I’m in the mood to draw but not sure what is look at inktober prompts (or mermay, or whatever you like). Just pick something and start working on it. It doesn’t have to be ink or October, just something to get your brain working! I think most likely what you are struggling with is being too hard on yourself. I did this a lot and it took a while to learn that I had to develop a better relationship with myself as an artist instead of beating myself up over it. Take a break, enjoy other things, and accept that seeing the flaws in your own work is actually a critical part of the path to improvement.

#Anonymous

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alltheoutsnfree · 6 years ago

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Decided since my artblock is killing me, I’d write a quick bit of fanfiction instead. This is heavily based on @vsemily‘s TSE Charlie and how she’s self aware, especially on this picture by the same name here, though it’s set in my own AU. (Yes I know, this Alex character seems like such a mega self-insert but honestly it happened the other way round, no I don’t know how)

Bimonthly Maintenance

Charlie’s eyes were suddenly blinded. She squinted, waiting for the realization of where she was to arrive. Slowly she could make out a white ceiling fan blending in with the white ceiling. A sunbeam from a nearby window landed squarely on her face and brightened the pale blue wall next to her. She sat up and threw off her sheets before standing up and glancing around the room. Alex wasn’t in their bed, which was neatly made, and presumably downstairs making breakfast. The smell of eggs wafting from behind the bedroom door confirmed Charlie’s suspicions.

She carefully stepped over the piles of spare parts and made her way across her side of the room, until she could walk across Alex’s side without fear of the pain that came with stepping on sharp metal while barefoot. Charlie didn’t bother changing out of her sweatpants and shirt, there was no real point doing so on a Saturday. After walking down the carpeted staircase, she found Alex in the kitchen making scrambled eggs while humming to a Suzanne Vega song. Charlie walked past them to grab three plates for the table.

“Aunt Jen’s at work,” Alex commented, gesturing at the third plate Charlie held. “Something about the mayor being caught taking bribes.” Charlie snorted, and put a plate back in the cabinet. The mayor had always been more or less shady, and she was used to her aunt’s odd work hours as an editor of The Hurricane Standard newspaper.

“So we’ll be on our own today?” Charlie asked, a bitter metallic taste suddenly emanating from the back of her mouth. Probably another issue to be addressed, she thought.

“Yeah,” Alex answered quietly. “Aunt Jen gave me the whole spiel about what I’m supposed to be doing, of course.”

Charlie let out a deep sigh. She wasn’t entirely sure what to say, was still afraid enough after fourteen years to keep her statements on this subject oblique. She and Alex had always been conditioned by their father to not mention anything about it ever, even when it was just the three of them in the privacy of their own home. When the two of them had moved in with their aunt there was an unspoken truth that their late father’s rule still applied.

Alex scooped eggs onto their plates and sat down. The two teens were silent, lost in their own anxieties of what was to follow breakfast. Charlie had long last track of how many times she’d been through this, but she still felt the same unease she always did. After Aunt Jen took over, the unease got worse because somehow her aunt knew about what the family called Charlie’s “condition.” Over the years she assumed her father had left a final note to tell her, but she didn’t dare ask. And now she had to go through this with Alex working instead of her aunt for the first time. Charlie had no problem sensing her twin’s own fear from across the table.

After what felt like an eternity to both of them, they made eye contact. “Are you ready?” Alex asked hoarsely. Charlie opted to swallow air instead of answering. “You don’t have to do this now, you know. We can wait till Aunt Jen gets back and-”

“No,” Charlie cut them off. “We need to learn how to get through this. Together.”

Alex nodded slowly. “Okay then. Might as well get started.”

Charlie stood in the basement, surrounded by workbenches, parts, and electronics; her back to a cushioned board. Alex secured two straps around each of her shoulders and Alex saw their hands trembling. “It’s okay, I trust you,” she told them as reassuringly as she could.

Slowly their eyes raised to gaze into hers. “Does it hurt?” they asked.

“No. It’s just…” Charlie struggled to put it in understandable terms. “...very tingly.”

Alex stepped back. “Okay, diagnostics first.” They reached for the end of a cable connected to a nearby computer terminal and carefully brushed a hidden mechanism on the right side of Charlie’s forehead. A tiny hatch popped open, revealing a port that Alex plugged the cable into. The terminal suddenly whirred and clicked to life as it displayed a loading bar. Sitting down, they waited patiently until the software booted up to quickly enter a series of commands. Numbers and status bars flashed dizzyingly as they appeared on screen, each listing the input and outputs of various centers in Charlie’s mechanical body.

“How many issues?” She asked. There were at least a few that she had noticed on her own since the last time, but she suspected there were more.

“Four,” Alex answered. “Dislocated component in right arm, malfunction in oil supply pump, leg motors on the brink of burning out, and slight fraying of the cables to the right hand fingers. A little extra work than usual but nothing too difficult.”

“Good. Oil pump’s probably up first right?” Charlie shifted herself slightly, preparing for the temporary disconnection of most of her limbs.

“Yeah. I’ll take care of the motors while I’m at it.” Alex walked back over and ever so gently disconnected the mechanisms that held her legs in place. Charlie watched them carry the two appendages to the workbench and gather the tools and parts necessary for the repairs. She watched idly as the two motors were removed and then replaced, watched as the correct wires were soldered together, watched her oil supply pump getting unclogged.

Twenty eight minutes and twelve seconds later, according to her internal clock, Alex pushed the legs aside and detached Charlie’s right arm. She watched again, having nothing else to pass the time, while Alex opened a concealed section on the arm and snap something back in place inside. She kept watching, the monotony and tension weighing more on her than the straps that held her torso up. So she focused on the movements in Alex’s hands as they wound thin tape carefully around the damaged wires in the fingers.

Finally Alex reconnected all of their sister’s limbs. “Try moving,” they said, and Charlie did, immediately feeling the difference in her legs and arm.

“That’s definitely better,” she told them, a hint of a smile twitching at her lips.

Alex did smile a little. “That’s great. I’ll just recheck the diagnostics to make sure,” they said, a note of relief fading into their voice. After a quick glance at the terminal they gave a thumbs up and a grin to Charlie before undoing her straps and allowing her to stretch.

“That was good,” Charlie told them. “I don’t know, it didn’t seem as smooth as when Aunt Jen does it,” Alex confessed.

“Yeah, because she’s had years of practice,” she retorted with a scoff. “Besides, you stepped in to help even though you didn’t have to, and even though you were worried about it. And that… that means a lot, obviously.” This time she felt awkward, and wasn’t entirely sure if her point had come across.

Alex was silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Well, now that that’s taken care of, we better clean up breakfast before Aunt Jen gets back, all tired from running around writing,”

“Yeah,” Charlie said with a grin. “Heaven forbid that house isn’t completely clean when the next town scandal is uncovered. Laughing, the two went upstairs, leaving behind their tension in the basement.

#charlie tse #ai self awareness #fanfiction #yeah i went a bit ham writing this

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hip-young-beamslinger · 7 years ago

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This is actually a askbox meme but nothing happens in my askbox so I just fill it in by myself!

First things first, did you have a good year? My year has been ridiculously hectic. I lost my job in October and found a new one at the beginning of December.

How old did you turn this year? 36

Do you feel your age? No, I always dress and act like a 20 something, until someone calls me ma’am and then I realize I’m getting close to 40.

Did your appearance change in anyway? I lost a significant amount of weight so I became slimmer.

Post your favorite selfie. No. My selfies are all pictures of my cats.

If you traveled, where did you go? I’ve been to Stockholm last summer to meet up with @poppyapples and her friends. Also went to Dusseldorf to sell things at the DoKoMi convention.

Which fashion trends did you love? I am not really up to date with fashion to be honest. I just wear the things I like. But if sneakers underneath a skirt were fashion. I like that.

Which fashion trends did you hate? TORN PANTS. Why paying a shitton for pants that are completely ripped to shreds?!

What was your favorite article of clothing this year? Post a pic if possible? https://www.monki.com/en_eur/clothing/dresses/product.oversize-sweater-dress-grey.0502358002.html

What song sums up this year for you? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-IV4V01fnPA

What album came out and has been on heavy rotation since then? Not one, really.

What was your favorite movie of the year? I enjoyed Thor Ragnarok a lot.

Did an actor/actress catch your attention for the first time this year? It does not matter what year it is, Richard Madden always catches my attention.

Favorite new TV show? Stranger Things. It’s really unique for me that I like it the way I do. Horror is a genre I mostly stay away from as far as possible.

Which new ship/fandom has taken over a lot of your time, attention, and tears? None, really.

What food did you try for the first time? Hmm, probably a variety of fruits. I’m really into fruits lately. I have always disliked pineapple. Yet, when freshly sliced it’s absolutely delicious.

Did you make any big permanent changes this year? Yep, started working for a big Spanish bank and decided on moving out of Sittard.

What was one nice thing you did for someone else? Um, I’m going to do something particularly nice during Christmas.

What was one nice thing you did for yourself? I treated myself well throughout the year.

Did you develop a new obsession? Shoes.

Did you vote? Yes. It had no effect. We still have the same asshole party leading the government.

Did you move? No, but I will in 2018

Did you get a job? Yes. My old one ceased to exist.

Did you get a pet? Yes! I got a third cat! A little guy named Belly.

Do you regret not doing anything? Nah, I don’t really do regretting.

Do you regret doing something? I don’t think so either.

Have you done anything that scared you? Deciding to move back to Utrecht and sell my house in Sittard. It’s pretty scary because finding a place in Utrecht is virtually impossible if you’re not rich or just very poor.

Did anyone/thing make you so mad it stayed with you for days? I got pretty worked up about a disagreement I had with a co-worker of mine. A small dumb error on my side triggered a huge angry rant at me and she even involved her daughter. I am still baffled by that, the child had nothing to do with it tbh.

Did you lose anyone close to you? No, thank god I haven’t.

Did you fall in love? No, not really

Did you fall out of love? Nope.

Did you start a new relationship? Yes, with my new kitten, Belly.

Did you go through a break up? Nope. No exes, no trouble.

Did you have to cut ties to someone? Not willingly since they are a good friend of mine. But they give priority to their work and that is fine. But I don’t feel like putting any effort in the friendship anymore. Every time I invite her to hang out she cancels.

Who was important to you this year but wasn’t important last year? I think that is a bit difficult to specify.

Who wasn’t as important to you this year as they were last year? Everyone is important in their own way.

If you could have a do over on one thing you did, would you take it? Yeah, I think I would’ve done a do over regarding my old work. I got really worked up over the smallest things. In the end they weren’t my problem to begin with.

What was the best moment of the year for you? I think finding my new job. It’s a good job with a good pay.

What was the worst? Losing my old job and how sudden this was.

Did anything happen that you were sure would change you as a person but it really didn’t? That’s a tough one. I’ve had therapy for over a year and I rounded this up and I thought I’d be a new Mari. But in the end there was nothing wrong with me to begin with.

Did anything happen to you that you were sure wouldn’t change you as a person but it did? Losing my job. I suddenly realised that all the problems I thought for myself weren’t my problems.

What are you most proud of accomplishing? Slowly but surely battling my artblock.

What have you learned about yourself this year that you didn’t know in the years prior? That my artwork isn’t the worst out there. I’m still intimidated by my fellow artists, but I managed to overcome a lot.

Did your opinion of anyone change for the better? Yes, definitely. There was a fellow artist I labeled a bit of a bitch, but eventually she’s just really nice. Stop judging Mari.

Did your opinion of anyone change for worse? Yes. It is a long story.

If you make resolutions, did you complete them this year? No.

If you make resolutions, what will your resolutions be for the coming year? Lose some weight and do more fitness.

If you could go on an adventure during the remaining days of the year, where would you go and what would you do? Who would you go this? Go to Japan with @bluemonkeywriting and travel around.

What do you wish for others for the coming year? Many cats. Fluffy ones.

What do you wish for yourself? A new house. That I am able to get a mortgage.

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