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synnefo-nefeli · 5 years ago

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Ace Attorney Head Canons: The Theater Kids

It’s canon that Phoenix was an Art Major - most people assume he was a fine arts major...but it’s been said in interviews that Phoenix was actually studying Theater. His interest being Shakespeare’s works for the soliloquies and the dramatic posing.

Which I love immensely because people naturally want to make Miles the snooty cultured partner in the relationship - but actually, it’s Phoenix. Miles *likes* the theater but he’s only really interested in mainstream Broadway and opera and stage plays of his favorite animes (he collects the box sets). He doesn’t really seek it out unless Phoenix, Trucy, or Fran makes a fuss over going.

Phoenix is the one who drags Miles to the obscure stage plays, the one-person shows, the Operas that aren’t Carmen or the Magic Flute, and makes Miles buy them season tickets to their local theater house for his birthday gift.

The fact that people think that he’s the less cultured of the pair when it comes to them showing up the Performing Arts Center’s season openings, amuses Phoenix greatly.

It’s also the reason why he’s super supportive of Trucy’s magic career - Phoenix wanted to be a performer himself before he decided to become a lawyer.

Despite his love for musical theater, Phoenix can’t sing well. So in High School Drama club he would do Tech Theater when the club but on a musical, and act in the stage plays.

Phoenix's tech theater knowledge comes in handy with Trucy’s shows. I imaging to save money when Phoenix's primary income was from his card-shark days - Phoenix can man the lighting booth during her performances and help her rig something up to make her shows more exciting,

You know who else is also a former theater kid?

Klavier. (big surprise)

When he wasn’t fast-tracking his way through Themis, getting his badge at 17, and starting an internationally acclaimed rock-group, Klavier preformed in a lot of Themis’ musicals and in the local community plays.

Being the son of the parents who produced, Kristoph, Klavier grew up going to Theater events, Operas, etc. . So Klavier couldn’t not be a theater-kid, especially with his penitent for performing

You know isn’t a theater kid? Apollo.

So essentially Klavier and Phoenix bond over this - much to Apollo and Miles’ sometimes irritation. Normally they don’t mind, because it’s nice to have their partners actually bonding over something that they themselves just enjoy for their partners’ love of it.

However sometimes it gets to the point where Miles and Apollo will ride together separately from Phoenix and Klavier because they don’t want to hear the pair of them attempt to sing every part from “One Day More” from Les Mis.

Or during game nights, where they play Encore, Miles will ban any card with Broadway prompts, because it essentially goes down to Klavier and Phoenix in an endless cycle of who can come up with the most obscure musical lyric to fit the parameters of the prompt, while everyone else just sits for 30-odd mins watching.

But there are times when Miles and Apollo do enjoy their Theater Nerds because yeah, you do learn some interesting things and you see a lot more plays that aren’t the instant-ticket sells outs.

Once, Apollo and Miles made the mistake of asking “What *is* Cats, even?” and Phoenix and Klavier were this odd mix of “Oh yay! We can tell you” and “Oh god...why”...and “Do you want to proceed down this path, because there’s no turning back...we love you both but we need to know that you really want to do this.”

K: Andrew Llyod Webber decided to adapt a bunch of children’s poems by T.S. Elliott...it’s literally about cats in a junkyard...being cats on a magical holy day of their tribe.

Phoenix: It’s play meant to really show off the physicality of it’s dancers...one of the sequences is a 10-min straight dance-

K: That scene is a cat orgy.

A&M: A WHAT?

Phoenix: Well, you know...they’re cats... and a bunch of them are going through their first heats.The whole point of them meeting is to sing, dance, mate, and converge to make a choice for the tribe.

M: And this is one of Broadway’s longest running plays?

K: Yup.

M: So what’s the story?

Phoenix: I can tell it badly, and yet I won’t be wrong: A bunch of Cats preform American Idol for their leader to see who gets to go to space in order to be reborn.

A:...

K: He’s not wrong.

Apollo: oh god, my bracelet didn’t even move during Mr. Wright’s statements.

P: Oh yeah, it’s the play where “Memory” is from.

M: Are you kidding me?

P/K: No.

K: I was Busterfer Jones and Gus in my school productions.

P: What, no “Rum Tum Tugger” for you?

K: Nein, I may be able to sing and act, Herr Wright- but I am no ballerino...also Tugger was severely neutered in the High School productions-Besides... only John Partridge is allowed to play Tugger.

P: Ah yeah, that 1998 stage movie made me realize some things about myself...

K: Same. I don’t know why mein parents thought it was appropriate for me- I watched it non-stop when I was four. My tape was worn around Tugger and Mister Misto.

Miles: Is this some sort of joke? None of this can be real.

P: Unfortunately it is real, and we can pull it up for you to watch online right now

A: I don’t know...

K: Nein...the trainwreck is happening, so you must witness it. Also I want to watch the Skimbleshanks sequence.

P: I love Skimbles...

A to Miles: I stg they’re trolling us.

*Phoenix and Klavier are already down the hall heading for the TV room* : “SKIM-BALL-SHANKS the RAILway CAT- THE CAT OF THE RAIL WAY TRAIIIIIN”

Miles and Apollo are totally unprepared for what they soon witness, and both tell Klavier and Phoenix that they just had a collective fever-dream.

Klavier is later vindicated when he hears Apollo quietly singing “Magical Mr. Mistofeles” to himself; they do sing it together in the privacy in their own home after Apollo’s made Klavier swear to never video them doing so.

#ace attorney #narumitsu #klapollo #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #apollo justice #klavier gavin #head canon #indulgent headcanons

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alex-fucking-dempsey · 5 years ago

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its 12:47am i plan on finishing two episodes tonight needless to say im in a bad mood and im high this is going to be dramatic as hell.

SPOILER WARNING FOR 13 REASONS WHY SEASON 4 EPISODE 2 or 3 one of them got deleted at some point last night n idk which

This funeral is for someone who commited suicide and now im fearing for clay :(

Clay saying fuck you is my kink

Clay cursing >>>>

I want clay in my guts if you can't tell

ayO???

the calling is making me really nervous

So is SHIT weird or is clay just insane??

this is quickly becoming like a scary movie and i hate scary movies i signed up for the angst

THE SMILING CLAY HAS ME MF SENT IM SENT YALL I CANT BREAAAATHE

is it just me or do you want justin in ur guts ;-;

uR aSlEeP wHeN iM sLeEpInG why did he say it like that wtf

I NEED TO TAKE MY MORNING SHIT

I CANT MF BREATHE

I guess thats high school hey clay i was doing just fine buddy

Clay and justin reminsing abt season 1 ;-;

MY WHOLE LIFE IS CHALLENGES SET BACKS AND FAILURES CLAY IS THE BEST NARRARTOR PLEAAAAASEEEEE

thw writing being winston is too obvious it was obviously fucking the guys who beay the shit out of clay

alex: anxious bi

zach is cute the way he peaks over pls sir lemme hold ur hand

The way i talk abt clay vs the way i talk abt zach dksjsjd

zach literally could give less shits abt the world around him i was to be as carefree as him

also lets talk abt the way alex is STARRING at zach like BRO

Also Jessica screaming WERE FUCKED bitch duh coULD SAY IT ANY LOUDER

estella??? oh snap hang on i didnt think of it

Tyler: taking pictures

Hes so cute i love my boy

I literally hate the sheif hes irritating

Winston looks great in that fit bro

Justin ur wild bro

Winston is me snooping

ani is v protective shes so cute

Red painted clays locker onG THEY FRARMED HIS ASS

im so wtf

What class period is it where they are all just vibing

SHUT UP I LOVE CHARLIE

SHUT THE FUVK UP I LOVE ZACH

she called him sweetheart they are so sweet ;-;

these racists i cannot stand it they keep racially profiling tony :(

im so angry

lowkey tony and that guy kinda look the same age and i cant unsee it

Winstokn looks like the guy who plays pennywise

I WANT WINSTON TO SHUT UP LEAVE TYLER ALONE PLEASE

why do u care bro

im kind of really fucking nervous im nervous of what hes going to do

Oh tyler :(

winston is so aggravating

lEAVE CLAY ALONE

iM hErE fOr yOu eat my ass

zach is so cute hes literally planning a date with alex mr Im FuCkInG hEtErO okay pal

"Everything's fine"

"Everythings fucked"

"Same thing"

I aspire to be as chill as zach

wOULDNT LIFE BE BETTER IF WE JUET CAME OUT

FUCKING WISE CHOICE OF WORDS BUCKAROO

This man just walked onto that bus im-

THIS BITCH "thwre is a line"

"Sorry" keeps walking deeper into the bus

winston is so cute hes smile bro.

is clay gonna fight someone

god bolden is ugly

tHE SPRAY PAINT WHAT THE FUCK

tHROW IT OUT THE WINDOW???

zach arm is literally-

mATT>>>

zach is drunk isnt he??

zACH IN THE COAT

why tf is zach in alex in different groups

alex knows who winston is

Alex is so worried abt his boy

cLAY KEEPS TRYNA THROW IT AWAY AND EVERYONE IS ALL "hEyYyYy"

why would clay even do that bro??

zach looks so damn good fucking WOW

Zach is abt to go party with these ppl

THEY ARE GONNA GO PARTY

I CANT BREATHE I LOVE ZACH SO GODDAMN MUCH

clay n zach are so rare but so great together

winston dont look at alex 🔪

Jeremy looks familiar if u know who he is pls tell me

Jessica 😔😔 jesus im so nervous for her i feel like puking

Amanda: ???

THEYVE PLAYED THREE ROUNDS I LOCE THEMMMM

CLAY STILL DRINKS

cory sisj

the nerves i have for this drunk girl OH FUCK NO

i cant fucking breathe sorry yall i cant cover this lightheartedly so i wont at all

im so nervous

jess n justin :(

jess only liked justin on drugs change my mf mind

alex ;-;

winston is gonna get 🔪

Okay maybe not lowkey soft

why is looking at him like that he touched his hand EVERYONE STOP

IM NOT GAY ALEX MF STANDALL EVERYONE THE MAN WHO JUST MERE DAYS AGO KISSED ZACH

iM SO FUCKING CONFUSED EVERYDAY IM MORE N MORE CONFUSED

I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY ARE IN THE POLICE STATION

THEY ARE SO DRUNK

zach looks so good in this outfit on these chairs like he became a fashion god wtf

MATT

clay: is still drunk

I cant breathe

:( clay feels replaced by justin

zahc doesnt give a fuck abr anything wow

OMG CLAY

everyone is... off

jess and ani :( so sweet

THAT SCARED ME FUCK

why is justin writing with a fine liner

I hate justin and clays fights they always tear me apart :(

oh wow :( clays freckles

Tell him. God clay im going to kill u

TWO CANS AYO? ZACH WTF

iF I WORK HARD IT COULD BE 2.9 if it aint me

yes ani queen

wHY LIE TO ME WHAT GOOD DOES THAT DO HES SO FINE

wHy dIdNt yOu TeXt mE lAsT nIgHt clay shut up ongg

Winston simps for Alex so hard i cant breathe

Why is theprincipal trying so hard ur so creepy bro stg

estella is fucking pretty let me hug her :(

tHE SPRAY PAINT BRO IM-

he looks so fucking good alex thank you sir

caleb and tony :( so cute

alex ur so cute

YO WHY ARE ALEXS CALFS SO RIPPED

clay TELL SOMEONE you need to tell them. :(

i I DONT FUCK KNOW WHY clay is unintentional funny

I needed to hear that ;-;

dont bond over bryce ew

chole looks like alice from alice in wonderland and wow how haveneverr noticed that b4

he keeps standing her up ;-;

zAcHy ZaChY

coffee dates bro

winston is so fucken creepy

Alex n his cane >>>

dIMPLES

omG DONT KISS

thank god

is he just gonna stay in love with zach??

i hatw this mf bro

clays pants pt. 2>>>

im sick and tired of being sick and tired of these kids not fetting happiness

wHY DOES HIS CLOSIBG LINES MAKE ME LAUGH OMG

He isnt gonna send that shit

in conclusion season 2 is still better.

#13rw #clay jensen #scott reed #zach dempsey #alex standall #justin foley #tony padilla #ryan shaver #13rw season 4 #13rw s4 spoilers

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malverymel · 6 years ago

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SPIDERSONA

So I’ve seen a bunch of spidersona posts going around following the Spider-Man movie, and I’d love to join in, but I’m a writer, not a visual artist, so here’s lil “headcanons” about my spidersona.

(P.S. if you’re in the Carmen Sandiego fandom, I also made a VILESONA post)

Guys, gals, non-binary pals, meet Spider-Bat (the name will make sense soon enough)

Her day to day alias is May Matoi, mixed Japanese/Latina, tol bean.

But at night she’s Spider-Bat

No she isn’t part of the bat family or anything, her weapon of choice is a baseball bat

Warning: exposition

As the story goes, she was bitten by a radioactive spider, superstrength, great metabolism, all that jazz, but she couldn’t figure out the webs part and tbh didn’t mind that much but the aesthetic™️ had to thrive

her best friend knew a kid who’s lab partner had a hella smart cousin who knew some kid from queens named Parker something who was great at engineering and all those sciences, and she said she would would try to see if he could help, but girl didn’t have time for that

One night after a baseball game, some homeless guy with a gun came out, ready to shoot her brother Matt, the pitcher.

On a whim May grabbed a bat and swung, knocking out the bad guy.

May liked this enough, that when she decided to take her spider-self out to the streets, she took it with her.

Eventually Parker Peter got back to her with the webshooters, but she was on a roll

Now back to the program

The spider bite made her cold blooded, and New York nights are cold, so to keep her awake she almost always has a puffy jacket or a teddy coat

We love a trendy sister

along with this she is almost never seen without her platform boots

the first time New York saw her in *gasp* vans, they thought it was an impersonator

While we’re on the topic of costumes, ya girl literally grabbed a beige bodysuit (ya know the full body ones), brown leggings, brown fingerless gloves, and her boots

The number of times she stabbed her hands embroidering the logo and her suit to personalize it I stg she still gets flashbacks

Because of the bat, she has had multiple run ins with the New York Police for beating up bad guys a litte too hard.

read: she has broken multiple bones on multiple occasions, knocked out teeth, and nearly sent a building toppling down

“It was already crumbling it’s not my fault a 500 pound hunk of metal crashed into it!”

They have a love hate relationship bc she always gives night guards whatever food she has on hand

Similar to the miles morales headcannons about him getting different types of food bc ppl figured out he was a POC, it’s like that but opposite

Tbh she’d probably give miles half of that food if they were from the same dimension

Literally nobody knows what race she is bc none of the food she brings is store bought it’s all home cooked and in cute lil Tupperwares I cant

“May, where has literally all of our Tupperware gone???”

“excuse me for showing my love for those who pull all nighters for their jobs!”

Eventually they figured to leave the Tupperware up on the roofs so she could pick them up on her runs home which creates a whole new problem of “how tf do I lug all of this home”

So now we have spider-bat/Santa Claus bc she literally has a sack full of Tupperware and is this her replacement to the wooden bat?

Plus she and spider-ham would be best buddies bc “dangerous wooden weapons club”.

The absolute chaos if she and Gwen met Oml

Snarky teens to the max

She and Peter B. Parker would bond over their spidersons bc she literally adopted Penny and Miles on the spot

And she’d bond with Noir bc punching Nazis is always lit

This is turning into a self insert fanfic I can’t

The number of times May has taken the metro home is incredible she has her own personalized card

I am 500% serious she has adopted every worker in New York that works for the public after 10 o’clock and they have adopted her bc “this teenager in a mask brings me dinner every night and always uses her manners she is my new son” ofc they would figure out a way to personalize her card.

So in conclusion, everyone meet your new spider-dad you’re all my her children

Extra: the story she had to tell to get Peter Parker to make her webshooters was literally “I’m going to comic con and wanna be black widow” and my spider-son was too nice to tell her that black widow doesn’t shoot webs bc we stan a soft boi

#spiderman into the spiderverse #spidersona #ocs #my ocs #my oc #miles morales #peter b parker #gwen stacy #into the spiderverse

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bagog · 6 years ago

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Night Watchman

It’s time for some more domestic Mshenko fluffy kid fic stuff. That’s right. As always, read it in wide columns here over at AO3

Shepard frowned.

“No, those definitely aren’t marshmallows,” he glowered at a bag of Skyllian ruza puffs the grocer had placed on the counter. “They’re… they’re like pillows made of sugar. Uh, sweet… they’re sort of… cylindrical and squat. You know, you can probably just look this up on the extranet.”

The shopkeeper blinked at him slowly, large, impassive salarian eyes scanning over the puffs one more time.

“Look, this place doesn’t specialize in human delicacies—“

“It’s not a delicacy it’s more of a—“

“—so if you want to get your fancy marshmelons you’ll have to go somewhere else.”

“But I don’t have time to get all the way out to Bachjret ward before my kid’s birthday party starts.”

The shopkeeper smiled for a moment.

“Oh, well if it’s for a birthday party, why didn’t you just say so.” He frowned. “We still don’t have any marshmelons. Now if you’ll step aside please, you’re holding up the line.”

Shepard was kicking himself. Today was Shaun’s birthday, and it would be the first time he was having his birthday on-the-day, in their Citadel apartment. Shepard didn’t necessarily understand why it was such a big deal, but Kaidan seemed to make a lot of it, and that meant Shaun did, too. Normally, Shaun would have one or two friends over for dinner and cake whenever they were next on the Citadel, but this year, he had asked for a ‘real party’—a sleepover and everything.

All Shaun’s friends would be over—the house would be packed with kids. Honestly, it made Shepard a little uneasy to think about. But it was for Shaun, so he would do it, he had to do it. What a difference the years made, the idea of being nervous about a child’s birthday party—when he had executed so many war campaigns without his temper failing at all—was nothing short of ridiculous.

But a lot had changed. He used to wake on his stiff mattress a minute before his alarm, dress and rush down to the CIC, conversing with EDI the whole way about their situation. How far until the next relay. What the situation was with Earth. Any messages from the Citadel Council.

This morning, he woke up 30 minutes after his alarm went off, to the sound of Kaidan singing at the bathroom sink and his son bounding up the stairs to tell him about the new high-score he made on STG Street Fight: 4.

Kaidan had done most of the planning for the upcoming party, and Shepard trusted him the way only a former commanding officer could trust his husband. But it was nagging Shepard that he hadn’t done more to help.

“You’ve never had a birthday party, Shepard.” Kaidan had laughed, “You’ve never been to one either. Don’t worry about it, you’ll do great.”

But, at the threshold of the shower, an idea had struck Shepard: marshmallows. Toasting marshmallows was a thing people did when they wanted to bond. That would surely be suitable for a birthday party. He hadn’t bothered showering at all, throwing his pants and hoodie back on in a flurry and letting Kaidan know he’d be gone for a few hours to buy some last minute supplies.

Three grocers on the Silversun Strip had turned him down, and now Shepard was practically tearing out his hair trying to think of where else to go, not to mention his hip was killing him from all the walking. At last he found them, of all places at the Casino bar—his last-ditch effort.

Shepard got back to the apartment and found Shaun still playing STG: Street Fight 4. He made his way upstairs and heard Kaidan getting out of the shower. He knocked once on the door and peaked his head in.

“I’m back.”

“Come in. I started to wonder if something had happened to you,” Kaidan smiled. It was a veiled smile, though, as it hadn’t been so long ago that the same could be said with a straight face. It had been months after the accident before Kaidan let Shepard go anywhere without him, and it had been years before he stopped worrying. Shepard was sure that, in his own way, Kaidan still worried. That was just what Kaidan did.

“Turns out finding marshmallows on the Citadel is harder than I thought.” He leaned back against the wall, the slight steam mist on the tile soaking into his hoodie. He watched Kaidan shave his face smooth, the stubble itself as much a steely gray these days as the deep black it had been when they married. In nothing but a towel, Kaidan was still a revelation to Shepard: a bead of water running down the line of his chest, his taut stomach and the trail of dark hairs that disappeared beneath the towel wrapped around his waist.

“See something you like, Shepard?” Kaidan smirked at him, eyeing him out of the corner of his eyes.

“I do.” Shepard pushed himself up, walked behind Kaidan and placed his hands on his hips, moist skin beneath his finger tips and the smell of Kaidan’s soap taking over his senses. “How much time do we have?”

“Before the kids get here? Less than I’d like.” Kaidan pushed back against Shepard, leaning forward with a smile when Shepard placed a gentle kiss against the back of his neck. He turned, pulling his towel loose and using the corner to wipe the remaining shaving cream from his face. It was seductive, and Shepard suddenly forgot all about the pain in his hip.

“Well, damn.” He leaned forward and met Kaidan in a kiss, pulled Kaidan in closer till he could feel him through the towel. Pulling away, Kaidan lightly pushed him back, giving a rusty laugh that melted Shepard.

“Hold that thought until after the 10 screaming kids leave our house, okay?” He wrapped the towel back around his waist and took Shepard’s hand, leading him out of the bathroom and down the hall to their bathroom.

“Mm, can do.” Shepard looked down into the living room, seeing Shaun still absorbed in his show. “Maybe I can join you in the shower next time?”

“Maybe we can take a bath?” Kaidan chuckled. He removed his towel again once their bedroom door was closed and ran it through his hair. Shepard always cherished the moments he could see Kaidan’s hair mussed out of place. “I think the s’mores are a really good idea, Shepard.” Kaidan said at last.

“Hm?”

“I mean it. Getting those marshmallows, that’s going to be real special. Good thinking.”

Kaidan was always complimenting Shepard on his parenting, and if he was a little honest, Shepard usually didn’t believe him when he said things like this. Parenting was effortless to Kaidan, saying just the right thing to his son or to his husband to solve the situation, make the day, whatever needed doing. Kaidan was a kind soul, and that was part of the reason he was Shepard’s biggest cheerleader when it came to raising their son.

“Thanks,” Shepard muttered, watching Kaidan walk into their bathroom to fix his hair. Maybe it was worth believing Kaidan, this time around. He had promised he would try.

Not much later, the kids were piling in until the whole downstairs seemed a blur of running tiny turians, humans, and quarians. Kaidan somehow wrangled all of them together to help with baking the two cakes for Shaun’s birthday.

Shepard sat back and watched, enthralled at how easily Kaidan got all the kids to work together to bake two, honestly not-so-bad-looking cakes. Shepard ordered some pizzas while the kids ‘worked’. Once the cakes were cooling, Kaidan put on one of Shaun’s favorite movies, and the kids scrambled out of the kitchen to watch.

“You nervous about tonight?” Kaidan picked a pepperoni off the discarded pizza.

“No, not at all,” Shepard lied.

“Liar.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“It’s fun to make you squirm, sometimes.” Kaidan leaned over and kissed Shepard’s cheek before helping himself to another pepperoni.

Kaidan had an early meeting tomorrow morning, meaning Shepard had late-night Dad duties to attend to. In a lot of ways, Shepard knew he should view this as a victory. It wasn’t too many years ago that Shaun was warned to never wake his Papa up if he was sleeping because of the way Shepard would jolt awake, throwing fists and kicking his feet.

Now he would be sleeping downstairs with the kids—or trying to sleep, anyway—the chief Dad on duty.

“I can stay up,” Kaidan provided. “You can sleep in our bed, I’ll stay down with the kiddos.”

“No, you’ll be exhausted tomorrow. I have time to take a nap.”

“Won’t be the first sleepless night I’ve had in this job. Part of what I signed up for as a dad.”

“Part of what I signed up for, too.” It came out a little more forceful than Shepard had wanted to. Kaidan stopped chewing and came around the counter to stand next to Shepard, an arm snaking around his waist.

“But since then, a lot of stuff has happened you didn’t sign up for.”

The Big Accident. It had stolen a lot from Shepard. It felt trivial to call it the term they used to talk about it with Shaun. ‘Total Implant Rejection’ almost sounded sinister enough to encompass what it had done to Shepard when Shaun was just two years old.

“I’ve got this.” Shepard laid his head on Kaidan’s shoulder. “I want to do this for him. For you too. And for me.”

“Alright.” Kaidan pulled him closer. “Good.”

The only light in the room was the fireplace, crackling away merrily in the main room. All the tables, chairs, and couches had been pushed to the edges of the room to make space for everyone’s sleeping bags, but all the kids, pajama-clad, were huddled around Shepard. Their faces looked awestruck in the firelight as he opened a pack of marshmallows.

He showed them how to carefully skewer the marshmallow on the thin, metal roasters. He toasted a marshmallow to a perfect golden brown. He felt strangely proud of that marshmallow for some reason. Shepard was not always a patient man, and he could imagine Kaidan downstairs right now teasing him about setting a marshmallow on fire while his own marshmallow was perfect. He looked up and noticed the light was still on underneath their bedroom door.

Shepard prepared the s’more and handed it to Shaun, his eyes huge in the firelight as he bit into the treat.

“Ow ow ow!” Shaun cried out. “It’s hot!”

“It was just in the fire, son,” Shepard chuckled.

Pretty soon all the kids were roasting marshmallows, none of them with the patience to produce anything but a black and charred marshmallow on a s’more that was mostly chocolate.

Their sticky faces smiling, the kids began to roll out their sleeping bags.

“Hey, let’s tell scary stories!” Shaun exclaimed. The kids were on board immediately, and there was the awkward moment as they looked around for the first person to say something.

“My momma told me once, on the flotilla,” Tila began, her modified voice clearly trying to sound spooky. “She had a good friend named Varya. Varya and her used to play around in the ducts on their ship. Their parents warned them not to, because the kalag had been spotted in one of the other ships…”

“What’s a kalag?” One of the turian boys asked.

“A kalag is a horrible beast with two heads. It can survive in space and jumps ship to ship in the flotilla. It can sound like anyone—your mom or your dad or you best friend. My mom says it hides in the ducts of older ships, that’s why you should never play in the ducts.

“When she was my age, she lost her friend Varya around a corner in the ducts and then she heard a scream!” She raised her arms, the fire light casting eerie shadows on her face. “She went around the corner and found Varya’s mask—cracked! and bloody!”

The room gasped and at least a few of the kids burrowed into their sleeping bags.

“But then, she heard Varya’s voice, as if nothing had happened, saying ‘Come on! Come further! Just around the next corner!’ So she got out of there right away. And they never found Varya’s body!”

“Is that true?” Shaun hissed, aghast.

Tila nodded her head definitively.

“My mom told me.”

Everyone was deathly quiet and Shepard began to wonder if it had been a good idea to let the kids tell scary stories. He looked up, the light was off in his bedroom. Had to mean it was after ten, if Kaidan was going to bed.

“Anybody else got a story?” Shepard asked the kids.

They heard a few more stories that night, something about a haunted wheel that seemed to make all the kids ‘ooo’ and ‘aaah’. There were a couple more that were clearly the efforts of a young mind trying to improvise a spooky story, and the kids reacted to these with varying degrees of skepticism and terror.

When the number of yawns started to outnumber the number of gasps, Shepard spoke up.

“Alright everybody, I think it’s about time we all get some sleep, huh?”

Shaun looked up at him and leaned in to whisper.

“Are you gonna sleep too, Papa?”

“I’ll be fine, kiddo. Stop worrying about me, you sound like your dad.”

Everyone settled into their sleeping bags and Shepard switched off the fireplace, closed the blinds. He marveled at how well they seemed to cut out the noise of speeding cars. The whole living room was quiet as a tomb, except for the occasional rustling of one of the kids.

He was nodding off in his chair when there was a sudden noise. A moan from where one of the turian boys was lying, right by Shaun.

Shepard heard a small whimper from the corner of the living room, over where Alan… maybe his name was Alex… was sleeping.

“What was that?” Tila said, closer to where Shepard was sitting.

“It’s the kalag!” Shaun hissed. Suddenly, Shepard was dealing with a whole room of terrified children, absolutely confident that they were about to be devoured by a space-beast from quarian legend.

“Shh,” Shepard didn’t like how much exasperation he could hear in his own shushing. “It’s going to be okay, there’s no klag here.”

“Kalag!” moaned Tila.

“Um, yes. Not one of those, either.” Shepard was pretty sure one of the kids was crying now, and he cursed himself for having ever turned off the fireplace—it was obviously too dark in here for a bunch of scared kids. He stood up, “Alright, everyone calm down, I’m going to turn on the fireplace again so we have a little light.”

Shepard turned the fireplace back on and turned around, seeing a multitude of shining, tear-filled eyes in the dark. The kids all scrambled to get closer to the firelight.

“I miss my mom,” choked one little voice wrapped up in a sleeping bag.

His stomach fell. Of course, Kaidan had gone to bed and Shepard was about to have a whole birthday party of kids terrified and homesick. He tried to think about what Kaidan would do—normally it was so easy for him to imagine, even if it wasn’t always easy to do. There was a strange kind of panic that came with his present circumstances that he wasn’t used to. He had fought Reapers and geth and krogans and mercenaries, and at that particular moment, he’d rather be fighting them.

But he had signed on to be a dad, now. Kaidan kept trying to tell him he could be good at that, too. He felt as scared as the kids huddling around him, and for a moment if brought a surge of terror into his chest. He had felt the kind of raw, primal and childish fear of being afraid of a kalag—the rachni, the Reapers. These days, things were not so simple. He was afraid of losing Kaidan. Losing Shaun. Of not being able to be there for his son, and now here he was, all alone and unable to do anything.

Couldn’t be as scared as the kids, though, even if it was a different kind of fear.

“Everyone come here.” Shepard sat down on the floor, back against the hearth. Shaun climbed into his lap and Shepard held him close. He waited till all the little faces had migrated over to his side of the room, dragging their sleeping bags with them. “Now, everyone just close your eyes. I’m here, okay?”

There were a few whimpers around the room, Shepard felt a small thrill when Shaun immediately closed his eyes and buried his face in Shepard’s shoulder.

“Come on now,” he said again, giving the kids a big smile. “Let’s all go to sleep, okay?”

“I’m scared,” came a reply from the back of the little group.

“Here’s what I… um, what I do when I get scared.” He swallowed. His voice shook a bit, he began to sing.

“Tell the stars to sleep, put out the moon. Hush the trees that rustle in the wood Tell the one I love I’ll be sleeping soon. Tell the one I love I will see him soon.”

It was an old lullaby. Shepard didn’t know how he knew it. He never remembered his parents, and couldn’t believe they were the kind to sing their baby to sleep with a lullaby. In the Reds, he would sing it in his head whenever he got scared. Come to think of it, he had never sung it aloud.

“Tonight, remember me in a prayer If you pray them still, and if you could Tell the one I love I sleep without a care Tell the one I love I left without a care.”

He had always suspected the lullaby was one of those lullabies that tried, hope-against-hope, to make a happy ending out of something unhappy. He had never imagined a happy ending for himself, not like this. Not like he had. Whatever kind of dad he was, he was more than he ever dreamed he’d be.

“Tell that ancient rider, ‘Come’ On his pale horse, in his black hood. Tell the one I love I’m coming home Tell the one I love I’m coming home.”

The lullaby went on for several more verses, and when he reached the end, Shepard started from the beginning again. Little eyelids grew heavy and fell closed, whimpers turned to deep, sleeping breaths. The weight of his son in his arms anchored him, even as his thoughts spun out into space and back in time. When he had sung it to himself in the Reds, it was a panacea against fear, he had been ready to die. He’d had no loved one to sing it to, then. These kids, asleep at last in his living room, would never know the kind of world where this lullaby was anything other than a quiet little song to lull them to sleep. He and Kaidan had helped to make that world.

He held Shaun tighter. His voice shook less as he continued to sing.

The rest of the night went by without much of a hitch—one or two of the kids waking up to use the bathroom, then bolting right back to sleep in the glow of the firelight.

He didn’t get much sleep, but he must have slept some, because once he opened his eyes and spotted Kaidan staring down at him from upstairs. Never heard the door open. Kaidan gave a gentle wave, and came down the stairs. Shepard stood carefully and navigated around the kids sleeping on the floor, met Kaidan in the kitchen with a kiss.

“How’d it go?”

“I let them tell spooky stories. That was dumb.”

“Oh no.”

“Ended up being okay, though,” he smiled, and Kaidan smiled back at him. Together, they woke the kids up and made everyone breakfast before parents started showing up to take kids home.

It wasn’t long before Shepard was alone in the house—Kaidan gone off to his meeting and Shaun to spend the day at a friend’s house. It was an odd sensation, being alone in the apartment after such a party. It reminded him just the littlest bit of the morning after their Citadel party during the war. Convinced he needed people in his life for the first time. Convinced he wanted to wake up next to Kaidan every day.

Maybe kids weren’t so bad. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad dad.

As he limped up the stairs to take a nap, he got a message from Kaidan.

“Proud of you. I’ve got nothing going on tomorrow, let’s make tonight special?”

Shepard smiled, messaged back.

“Sounds perfect.”

“Love you.”

#mshenko #shaun Shepard #Kaidan Alenko #Commander Shepard #domestic fluff #kid fic #'good' is the enemy of 'done #I've been struggling with whether to release this story #for months #long post

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angst-in-space · 7 years ago

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voltron fic recs april 2018

fics added to my fic rec masterlist in april 2018. check out the link to the masterlist to see all my previous fic recs! happy reading ✨

To Dance Till Dawning || PunJedi || Keith/Lance || T+ || 79.5k || chs. 3/3 (complete)

"If it wasn’t for the goddamned rabbit, Lance wouldn’t be in this mess."

Somehow on a detour to a date, Lance manages to get himself embroiled in a war that ended millennia ago, a shady sickness plaguing the Kingdom of Altea, and one very disagreeable, very emo púca. He really, really should've stayed home.

"Keith had screwed up. Royally screwed up. Zarkon plus Haggar plus Lotor plus Alfor plus Allura level of royally screwing up."

Somehow, out for a run in the forest, Keith manages to find himself involved with a kingdom that wanted nothing to do with him, the ghosts of his past, and one incredibly annoying, incredibly talkative selkie. He wished he had stayed under his rock.

my notes: this fic really blew me away, and honestly i'm shocked it doesn't seem to be that well-known...y'all please shower this fic with kudos or i stg. but in all seriousness, this is a really brilliant au. it's a faerie au which is something i don't think i've read before––i was so excited to hear about it and it exceeded my (already very high) expectations. the world-building is incredible, the characterization is perfect, the plot is so engrossing, all the friendships/relationships are developed so well and the klance is so sweet. i recommend this one so highly omg.

follow your heart (and follow my lead) || loulola || Keith/Lance || T+ || 43.4k || chs. 3/5 (incomplete)

It takes winning a gold medal at the Olympics for Keith to realize that he’s reached an impasse in his life. His career as center position for Team Canada’s olympic ice hockey team is flourishing- there’s a gold medal in his hand, after all. But the medal, a coveted achievement, hangs heavy in his hand, dead weight dragging him down. It brings him no satisfaction. He’s... stuck.

Then he meets Lance McClain, Team Canada's best shot at a gold medal in olympic figure skating. It's no secret that Lance is talented, and he captivates everyone on and off of the ice- Keith included. And it's Lance who convinces Keith to take the biggest risk of life: leave ice hockey to pursue figure skating, with Lance as his guide and partner.

No one said it would be easy.

my notes: Olympic au where Keith is a hockey player and Lance is a figure skater but then Lance convinces Keith to give up hockey for figure skating. Really nicely written, wonderful characterization, and the Klance in it is really sweet. It's just such a fun fic!

it’s you that’s haunting me || perfchan || Keith/Lance || T+ || 37.4k || chs. 6/6 (complete)

Keith is a loner; his interactions with others tend toward clumsy or strained, but he has a persistent enthusiasm for the paranormal. Lance is a recent college grad; caught up in his day-to-day, he wouldn’t call himself unhappy, but suddenly feels that his life lacks direction. When Lance is introduced to Keith’s ghost hunting videos, his interest is piqued and he can’t help but want to tag along. Initially opposed, Keith soon finds himself warming to the company of the living.

A little tongue-in-cheek, a little cliché, and a little bit of a slow burn. A not-too-serious ghost hunting AU.

my notes: i love ghosts/ghost hunting so i was so excited for this and it definitely lived up to my expectations! this was genuinely spooky and a lot of care/detail went into all the haunted settings. plus the klance dynamic in it is perfect, and their banter is so well-written and funny it had me laughing out loud. but they're also so sweet and caring with each other, too. all-around just super fun to read.

All The Way Down || speaks || Keith/Lance || T+ || 39.4k || chs. 1/1 (complete)

“You make it sound like we’re going into battle,” Hunk laughed worriedly on Lance’s other side. “I thought this was like, some kind of carnival.”

A chortle bubbled of out Coran’s throat as he slapped his side in amusement. “Some kind of carnival, he says! What an understatement! Allura, I think it’s high time to show the paladins precisely how and where we’re going to be spending the next three days. After you, Princess.”

A happy, childlike grin rapidly overtook Allura’s regal professionalism, and then a brilliant chink of light shone into the castle hall as she opened the front doors to the mountain they’d landed on twenty minutes ago.

Lance went slack-jawed as his eyes adjusted to the white-blue light of Krossin’s distant neutron star, and he almost stumbled as he and the other paladins followed Allura and Coran out onto the grass to take in the view laid out before them.

This place was a utopia.

my notes: at first glance this sounds like just a fun little "oh the team goes on some trip to a space carnival and wacky shenanigans ensue" but trust me it's much more than that. yes, there are plenty of wacky shenanigans, but also this is quite the emotional rollercoaster (pun intended). the setting, first of all, is super detailed and vivid and so creative. but also the characterization is fantastic and the klance is so well done. (side note: if you like pining lance then man....you gotta read this one.) i actually teared up a couple times reading this. trust me, it's that good.

I know nothing else, I know only this || laallomri || Keith/Lance || T+ || 28k || chs. 1/1 (complete)

“I feel like I’m in a bad teen movie,” Keith says as they creep down the hallway of the base.

“Well, we are sneaking out,” Lance says, “and we’re lying about where you’re gonna be the next few hours. If we really wanted to be accurate I’d have thrown pebbles at your window and you’d have climbed down a tree.”

He’s walking a little ahead of Keith, so he glances back at him, frowning. “If Kolivan’s in charge of the base, does this make him your dad in this scenario?”

“I think he’s too old for that,” Keith says. They round a corner, tiptoe down another hallway. “Maybe he’s the grandpa.”

In which Keith finds time in the midst of defending the universe to live out some of the tropes of a corny teenage romance.

my notes: this fic was so cute and made me smile so much! the humor in it was great and it made me laugh a bunch of times, but also keith and lance are so sweet and earnest with each other in it. also just wanna say hunk is characterized super well in this and there's really great hunk & keith friendship moments as well.

(Don’t) Ghost me || spiritcrimson || Keith/Lance || G || 3.1k || chs. 1/1 (complete)

Here’s the thing: Lance is used to rejection. He’s been rejected plenty, and sure, it stings for a while, but then it fades, and he’s back in the game. Namely, back to swiping through people on Tinder.

But when Lance runs into the guy who ghosted him, and he's been moping over ever since, randomly, at a cafe they were supposed to go to for their date, he realizes the Universe is either sending him a sign, or just mocking him. Knowing Lance's luck, it's probably both.

my notes: binch i love rom-com/meet-cute scenarios so i loved the premise of this and it was so good! keith and lance are both so in-character and adorably/realistically awkward.

say my name (and every color illuminates) || Talking_Bird || Keith/Lance || T+ || 27.8k || chs. 1/1 (complete)

Lance never thought he had a soulmate, but when he finds himself dreaming about a boy on Varadero Beach and in a southwestern desert, he learns they have an incredibly rare soul link–-one that allows them to form an unusually strong bond before they meet, but also exposes their greatest vulnerabilities to each other.

my notes: man, how do i even begin to describe how much i love this fic? it's seriously one of the most beautiful fanfics i've ever read. it's really soft and atmospheric, but it also packs a huge emotional punch. i'm telling you ... it takes a lot to make me cry, but there were several (several!) points in this fic where i literally could not read through the tears streaming from my eyes (some happy tears, some sad tears). what can i say? jessie is a genius and she has absolutely blown me away once again. you gotta read this one because it's absolutely stunning.

my own fics that updated this month:

red skies || Keith/Lance || T+ || 39.1k || chs. 4/?? (incomplete)

Lance doesn't know where he comes from––only that he was found in a forest on a distant planet when he was an infant, with no sign of his origin except a blue talisman around his neck. Nowadays he's content to travel the universe with his best friend Hunk, scavenging and selling goods. But that all changes when a girl named Pidge hitches a ride with them, and in the same day the trio finds a crashed ship carrying nothing but a boy with no memory of who he is ... and a red talisman that matches Lance's.

previously recommended fics // my fics

#vld #voltron #klance #fanfic #fic recs #monthly fic recs 2018 #brigidposts #text #sorry this is a couple days late #i somehow read so much during april lol #my may list will probs be a lot shorter than this one cuz i'm a lot busier now #so....take ur sweet time reading through these haha

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flatstarcarcosa · 5 years ago

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4-10 for slade !!!! - (therailwayarms hi its henry I remade again dbngkg)

🔫👀 boye if u don’t stop changing ya url’s and not leaving a forwarding address i stg @therailwayarms

Where did you go on a first date?

I guess it depends on the definition we’re using for first date. The first time we went and hung out together was in the dive bar across from the condos after he ran into me at the end of a really shitty shift dealing with yankee fucking tourists. The first time we went out and I actually picked up on it being a date we were going to the movies.

Does your F/O have any silly nicknames for you?

“Little one” is his usual go to. “CHILD” if I’ve fucked something up recently. Someone once commented it’s a bit weird that he calls me child or kid considering our relationship and we had to explain that Slade’s just one of those guys that refers to anyone younger than him like that. (Slade: [sees a 49 year old man]. Also Slade: boy, look--)

What is your favourite thing about your F/O(s)?

He really does stand by his word. It might not seem like it to others because of the convoluted games he plays, but he does. I’ve never once heard “I forgot” about anything serious, and that means a lot. He still can’t be bothered to remember the names of video game characters though. (I’m starting to think it’s intentional.)

Do you like to cuddle with your F/O(s)?

If I could glue myself to his side, I would.

Tell a funny story about your F/O(s)

The funniest two are probably when, the first time I saw him without the patch he’d just kinda...sprung it on me while we were both in the bathroom at the condo. It was right before we packed up to head to Vermont and right after the events of Danger and Dread (note: i haven’t changed Van to Reese on that yet) so I was a bit unprepared for what was like, an exercise in emotional bonding on his part. He’s very particular about being without his eyepatch around people, and him taking it off in front of you is him saying, “hey I trust you a lot”.

Unfortunately I never told him until then that the two things I’m intensely squeamish about are teeth and eye trauma. I don’t know what he was expecting or planning on happening, but it surely wasn’t me looking up at him in the mirror and going, “OH, FUCK” before running to the kitchen to gag into the sink. He found it funny after I got upset about being a dick and kept apologizing, and he learned not to just spring it on me.

At this point I’m used to it now. I’m still squeamish about eye trauma, but being around him without the patch doesn’t bother me anymore.

The second is me responding to “marry me” with “I’m gonna puke” before shoving him off me to run into the bathroom and do just that. It wasn’t an emotional response or anything, it was genuinely a once-in-a-lifetime coincidence of god awful fucking timing. He ended up standing in the doorway pulling his pants back on and asking, “so is that a no, ooor?”

We still don’t know what made my stomach upset.

When was your first kiss with your F/O(s)?

We were hanging out at the pool at the condos. Because I worked in the management office I had keys to the gate and we used to sneak in way late at night after the pool closed, and lock it behind us to relax with no one around. He was sitting on one of the lounge chairs at the side of it and I was swimming lazy laps while he commented that he thought I’d be a better swimmer, growing up within walking distance of a lake. Sometime during the night he realized I was either genuinely oblivious to the fact that for all purposes, we were dating, or was just pretending to be oblivious.

He lured me in by leaning forward and telling me there was a bug stuck in my hair.

Asshole.

Who’s the big spoon?

He is uwu Sometimes he’ll flop over me if I’m laying down and just reading on my phone or something, but it doesn’t last because I mean. He’s 225 pounds lmao.

#long post #txt.txt #ship: wilson & wilson at large #Anonymous #*asks

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