#the discovery of heaven

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Neil Newbon as Quinten Quist in The Discovery of Heaven (2001)

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INTRODUCTION

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Hi i'm Annaliese although you might have known me previously as Blue this is my main blog it used to be multi-fandom but now it's mostly dedicated to the lovely Actor Neil Newbon himself and all of his smaller roles not just Astarion (although he is a fav of mine)

About Me :

🧡Hi! i'm Annaliese (anna-leese) i also go by Annie/Anne

🧡I'm 21/Capricorn.

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🧡 I'm in my 3rd year of university studying Radio and Television.

🧡I'm disabled. I was born with #22q11.2 deletion syndrome mostly known as DiGeorge Syndrome it's very rare basically it's a chromosome deletion. I also have a foot disability hindfoot valgus syndrome and i have velo-cardio-facial syndrome.

Reminder of the day not to call disabled people brave. 🥇

🧡 I have Anxiety/Medical Trauma. So i'm especially not a big fan of needles.

🧡 have a bit of a stationery obsession. Especially with Fountain Pens and Notebooks.

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@gothushi <3

@keep-it-light

@wingswinger

@spicechica (has the best pics!!!)

@z0mibite (Got me hooked on Luke Davenport),

@nobigneil (updates blog).

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@thatsthewrongwallcraig (amazing writer who i love brainstorming all of my nasty ideas with! :) ).

@talesfromthecrypts (i honestly don't know how they make such high quality gifs. tell me your secrets).

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This face Neil is making just exudes "Excuse me? Who the fuck are you?" energy.

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Quinten Quist x Fem Reader

(Suggested by: @wingswinger )

You and Quinten met as children, as both of your families wanted you two to get to know each other and the fact that Quintens family wanted him to be surrounded by other children. But Quinten wasn’t really the talkative type, always having his nose in a book or paper, or spending his time in the garden instead of being in school. 

His family thought you would be a good influence on him but nothing ever seemed to rarely change. You weren't the best yourself to be honest, you were always distracted by the smallest things and always liked to play near rivers and trees which would cause dirt to rub off on your clothes causing them to stain. You weren’t the brightest in school either which is why you would always go to Quinten when you found something difficult since he was the smartest person you knew. He would always scold you for your lack of knowledge and not paying attention in school, not like he ever went himself. 

When you were both younger he would take you to see his mother, telling how pretty she was and if she would ever wake up. You were really the one person he would talk to about this, as he was always so sad as a child, but through the years he had just gotten used to it and had visited regularly, watching as her skin and hair slowly began to turn white. 

But now you two were both 16. You were constantly staring back at your watch as you waited for Quinten outside the front gate of his large house. You both had agreed to walk each other to your class, or at least Max told you to make sure he goes to his classes. He had missed a lot lately, which had caused for concern from the headmaster, and Max had been forcing him to go. 

You huff as you check your watch again, knowing if you left now you wouldn't be able to make it to the first period. You goan as you toss your bag over the fence, carefully hopping over since the gate was closed. As your feet land on the ground, you hear the familiar sound of a bike chain rustling through the rocks. Quinten, trying to make an escape from Max. 

“Quinten!” You stop in front of him, causing his bike to brake, sending dirt through the air. “You said we were going to class together.” “Well, i changed my mind,” He replied, riding around you in circles. “You're going to get expelled if you keep missing classes. Max has already told your father.” Quinten just chuckled in response. “Would you stop riding that thing and just sit still for a moment.” He stops his bike and rolls his eyes. 

“Now, what's wrong?” You asked. “Nothing, why do you think something's wrong.” “Well, you’ve missed a bunch of lessons, you try to ignore everyone around you, and you’ve been spending most of your time in that dusty attic of yours. Now I think that’s alarm for concern.” 

He sighs. “Alright. I’ve been having these…dreams.” “Dreams?” You raise a brow. “Yes. Everynight, it’s the same. A place with an inside but no outside.” He pulls out a book from his bag. “Daddy gave me this, and look…” He points at a strange photo, almost resembling the same ones he’s drawn in his journal. 

“Now I talked to him, and I thought I could go to school and live with him and study there, like he said when I was younger. But he said he’d think about it.” Your face slowly turns into a frown. “You mean…you’d move.” “Well, yeah. But we could still see each other…even write.” “Yeah, but knowing you you’ll forget.” You cross your arm like a child and stomp your foot. 

He chuckles as he slowly moves his bike next to you. “It’s not official…yet. But, I think I would remember my one friend who has been there for me,” He smirks. “Now, if your still up for it…how about i ride you to school.” You give him a side glance from behind, catching that smug smirk on his face. You sigh in response. “Fine.” 

You climb on the back of his bike, standing on the two bars on the sides of his back tire, balancing yourself on his shoulders. The bike slowly begins to move as he balances both of yours weight, following the trail through the large overhead trees. 

You feel the light breeze hit your face as your hair flows behind you. Luckily you were wearing leggings underneath your skirt or everyone would have gotten a peak of your rear end. You giggle as he begins to pick up the pace a little, holding tighter onto his neck. He laughs as well. 

It was nice for the both of you to spend time together like this. When you both were younger it took some time for you both to get used to each other or even talk. But after a while you both would always be found together playing in the garden or upstairs in the attic where Quinten would spend most of his time. 

Both of your parents would even joke how two looked cute together, like a couple. But that was silly, you and Quinten were just friends, he would never like someone like you…right? You slowly bend over, your face in front of his upside down, smiling. You then noticed a light red tint forming on his cheeks, causing him to awkwardly chuckle. “You alright, your face is turning red.” “Oh, uh, yeah I'm fine…just a little hot.” Hot? It was cool enough to wear a light jacket, and the breeze from the bike ride was already making you a little chilly 

That was strange. It was rare for Quinten to get flustered like that. Is there something wrong with him? Or is it someone? 

(Part 2?)

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Hear me out….

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— Maurice, E.M. Forster

— De ontdekking van de hemel (The Discovery of Heaven), Harry Mulisch (trans. yours truly)

— These Violent Delights, Micah Nemerever

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Fairuza Balk in There's no fish food in heaven and Neil Newbon in The discovery of heaven look like the same person only as different genders and you can’t change my mind

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“Al het oude was eens nieuw, en al het nieuwe zal eens oud zijn. Het alleroudste is het heden, want er is nooit iets anders geweest dan het heden. Nooit heeft iemand in het verleden geleefd, en in de toekomst leeft ook niemand.” ― Harry Mulisch, The Discovery of Heaven

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You know what? the best supernatural spin off would have nothing to do with the Winchesters and instead would be about Samuel motherfucking Colt because dude absolutely had something going on. And was tripping absolute balls all the fucking time

Dude not only builds a literal kills almost all gun (that no one knows how it works exactly), he also built a fucking devil’s gate and the series of railroad tracks that formed a giant devils trap in the middle of fucking nowhere Wyoming that was somehow also a great fucking hotspot to talk with Lucifer in the cage. Why the fuck would he build a devil’s gate and then the devil trap protecting it? Why could this dude not be normal? Not to mention He also fought a Phoenix!!! A Phoenix! The only Phoenix that has ever been reported to exist and whose ashes are the only thing that can kill the literal mother of all monsters. Which he somehow mails to Sam and Dean in the future using a phone from several years in the future that he literally just got earlier that afternoon.

Dude was on some serious shit. Man was definitely receiving the most violently random prophetic visions from god. Dude literally went, it came to me in a dream and built a weapon that’s literally still confounding people generations later and would function as a key to a fucking devils gate that would literally be the first step in so much shit going down in so little time generations later . Wouldn’t have even surprised me if they also said he was responsible for Ruby’s knife.

He also, most importantly, is from the wild wild fucking west!!! How cool would a show about that be? A fucking genius inventor hunts monsters in the Wild West while some being he knows nothing about but deeply suspects is giving him blueprints for big, wild things and weapons for how to stop them, or at least slow them down.

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DEMO TBA - Winter 2025

First update will include: Prologue and Chapter One

Warnings: Blood and injuries, sexism, profanity, temporary character death, child neglect, parental physical and emotional abuse, optional sexual content, and more. Suitable for ages 16+. List will be updated in the future.

This game is in early development and a work in progress. There may be future changes to location names, plot etc.

You’ve never felt loved by your family before.

Born a twin but feeling more like a shadow, you’ve watched your younger brother, Nolan, receive all the love and praise you were denied. But no matter how unkind you are to him, Nolan’s loyalty and kindness towards you remains unwavering. It’s as if there’s a bond pulling you back everytime you think of leaving it all behind.

Now a mysterious illness has swept through Valorian Kingdom’s royal court, leaving many nobles, including the king at death’s door. The Oracle’s prophecy offers a single hope: the Crown Prince must gather five lost souls to join him in a dangerous journey towards Coven’s Swampy, an ominous and foreboding area hidden deep within the mystical forest.

You are chosen to be one of those five.

As you venture deep into the forest, the journey will push you to the limits of courage and loyalty, forcing you to question everything you believe about family and love. This might not just be a journey to save the day, but a journey towards self-discovery for you and everyone in your group. So when the journey ends, will there be anything left of the person who first stepped into the darkness? 

Customize your MC! Change your appearance and control your personality. MC starts out as female, but there will be transition options.

Grow a relationship with your twin! Choose to either continue being unkind to your twin brother or getting to know him instead. Your MC's relationship with him may affect some major events.

Develop relationships! There are six romanceable characters - 3 male, 2 gender selectable, and 1 non-binary. Or you can avoid romance and keep it all platonic.

Learn and improve your skills! With the option to choose to either be a mage, knight, or both, you can learn and improve your skills to become better at what you do.

Find yourself! Journey through the mystical forest to not only find a cure, but to self-discovery. There are plenty of secrets to learn about that may or may not change the way you think and feel.

More to be added…

Below are the six romanceable characters in this story. You can choose to flirt with everyone, but at one point, you'll have to decide on one. Also keep in mind that there are other important characters as well that are not listed here.

Ver/Vera Forrest | Gender Selectable | 21

Playful and energetic with golden-retriever-like energy, V is always ready for adventure. They never fail to be there for you when you need someone to rant to, or a shoulder to lean on. Their cleverness and sneakiness keeps them out of most trouble due to the way they were raised. And it’s exactly how they are raised that has made them hide their burden under their positive enthusiasm.

You are best friends, so why don’t you know any of her secrets? 

Oliver Astoran | he/him | 21

With a cold demeanor, Oliver holds a strong desire to protect the people he cares about, especially those whose kindness is exploited. Your unkind treatment towards your brother causes him to despise you. You are always able to press on the right buttons to rile each other up. He shows a strong sense of determination that marks his mental and physical strength. But perhaps there’s something more to the reason behind his behavior than what the eye sees.

Will you ever be able to see him in a different light, or will it just be fighting, fighting and more fighting?

Ethos Van Winston | he/him | 22

Occupation: Prince, Heir to the Throne

Burdened by the responsibility of being heir to the throne, Ethos is reserved, guarded, and serious. As a child, he was once carefree and one of your closest friends. But after an incident that left unspoken, lingering tension between you two, he now elicits a melancholic presence. His warm side is hidden away somewhere, and you wonder if there was more than just the incident that made him change.

You weren’t the reason he changed… right?

Theodore Eaves | he/him | 24

From a young age, Theodore’s life has been defined by duty and training. He’s mature for his age and has a tendency to act like an older brother to you and the group. He’s well disciplined and stoic, rarely having time to express vulnerability. His focus on duty has left him oblivious to romantic interest, despite his admired reputation due to his looks and status. His obliviousness goes further though, for reasons that he himself hasn’t fully discovered and understood.

Will you ever get to see a vulnerable side of him, instead of just that brotherly figure?

Mattie | they/them | 19

Curious as ever, Mattie often gets themselves into trouble. But with their charming personality and resourcefulness, they’re able to get themselves out of trouble. They are playful, enjoying the work of teasing others and instigating drama to get chaotic, and hopefully flustered, reactions. His skills and knowledge about the forest have proven him to be a good asset, but there is more to him than what meets the eye.

For someone who is so bright and playful, they can’t surely have anything to hide, right?

Yaran/Yara | Gender Selectable | 22

Nobody is sure they know who Y is. They seem ambitious, cunning, and deceiving; doing risky things to achieve their own goals at the cost of someone else’s pain. They are unpredictable, popping in and out of your group - sometimes being a guide, but other times hindering progress. Despite their ambiguity, they are charismatic and mysterious enough to leave your group intrigued. All there is to do now is truly learn who they are and what they have hidden inside.

Who is Y and can you trust them with anything, especially your life?

Demo | ROs Profiles

This is my first attempt at creating an interactive fiction game and using Twine Sugarcube. Please be patient and kind <3

Shares are appreciated :)

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not to cheat on Harvey and Suits, but hear me out

He's too Adam Pierson/Methos coded for me to not lose my shit over him constantly.

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The Discovery Of Love (Chapter 1) | Quinten Quist

Read on Ao3 here

18+ minors dni.

Masterlist | The Discovery Of Love Masterlist

Fandom: The Discovery Of Heaven, De ontdekking van de hemel

Summary:

When Onno discovers you and Quinten childhood best friends are Soulmates he's over the moon Max not so much. Max is terrified at the thought of his possible son being in a relationship with his best friend's daughter while he's in denial that you and Quinten have been seeing each other for months. You both try and keep it under wraps but you both know it's only a matter of time before someone finds out the truth.

TW: secret Relationship, Virgin Quinten, the birds and the bees Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Healing, Healing Soulmates, Canon Divergence,Alternate Universe,POV Second Person, Forbidden Love possible incest

Pairing: Quinten Quist x Female Reader, Quinten Quist x Afab Reader

Word Count: 2,801 (Finally wrote something over 1K! for once)

Graphic Credit: @keep-it-light

Note:

Lightly edited. To be clear i've aged Quintin up to 19 years old. Max's daughter is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. Also I hope the formatting is alright tumblr's sucks.

Onno Quist figured that at one point in his life he would have to tell his young and innocent virgin son about sex but today would not be that day. Quinten seemed far more interested in architecture than girls that was until he finally noticed you Max’s daughter. At first Onno was taken aback by his growing attraction but as he observed his son it seemed like a match made in heaven in Onno’s eyes at least. Max seemed totally against the idea when Onno brought it up one winter evening over dinner. As he spoke and dug into his turkey Onno’s eyes were fixated on Quintin and you outside in the snow Quinten with his nose stuck in a book of course and you were showering for bugs to add to your collection butterflies especially seemed to be of your most recent hyper-fixation.

It was sweet watching you two bond even if Quinten did seem vaguely disinterested at first that was until he finally looked up from a page in his book bookmarked between two fingers and watched in awe as you bent over to collect a wounded butterfly and shove it into a clear jar.

Onno grunted at the sight. What kind of partnership would you two be, he wondered. Obviously, it's less complicated than his own with Ada. Max was intelligent of course funny and affectionate, and he had been Onno’s best friend for decades, but Onno did find it odd that he knew nothing of the Mother.

“So she just abandoned a baby on your doorstep?” Too interrupts what must have been Max’s hundredth argument on why you and Quinten being together would be a terrible idea.

“Yes, that’s right. Just a name tag I hardly remember the women a one night stand” He recounts.“And so, how did you know she was yours?” Onno inquired. Max paused as he cleansed his pallet with a sip of wine.

“She was a virgin. Part of the deal was that I would make her night the most memorable of all, so in return, she would heal my Emphysema.” Onno nods. “Seems like a fair deal. You really need to quit the smoking though why don’t you give those patches a try? I think they even make gum now.”

“Gum? Have you ever seen a guy my age chewing gum?” Max scoffs. Onno drops the subject these days Max was careless about his health he had gained some weight and he was getting weaker even you had started to notice. You and Quinten were always out running around in the garden either chasing after the dogs of each other.

“Their not”“I never said they were.”“You're reading too much into it like you always do.”“Nonsense” Onno frowned as he rested his chin on his hand “Look at them! Don’t they remind you of someone?” Onno hums as he raises his brow subtly.“I have no idea who you are talking about”, Max rebuttalsOnno rolls his eyes.

“You and Ada, of course,” Onno coos. “You were head over heels in love with her, practically drooling over her when you first laid eyes on her in that bookshop”, Onno remarks. “Was not?” Max says defensively, “Why deny it? Onno probes

“Does it matter if they’re soulmates or not?”Onno scoffs “When did Max Delius loose interest in daughter’s soulmate?” Onno scoffed; he couldn’t believe it. What was the big deal? Before they had met Ada in that bookshop, all they used to pound over was Soulmates, other than science and philosophy.“Since her Soulmate was Quinten Quist”, Max snaps. He knew it. He bloody knew It.

“You thought he wasn’t.”

“I was wrong.”

“When did you discover?” Onno asks curiously, his complete focus on Max and Max alone.“Last Summer. Quinten spent most of his days in the lawn chair reading he had a nasty sunburn didn’t you notice? He was red like a chilli pepper, and then she touched him, and he was back to his normal pale self. Not only that there was a time when Quinten burned himself with a hot glue gun when he was trying to make a replica of a building she touched his finger, and it healed in a matter of minutes no burning sensation” Max recounted.

“Those could just be a matter of coincidences”, Onno suggested. “Just like us.”“No not like that” Max says shaking his head.“There was another incident one that I hadn’t told you about” max says he pauses as if he’s trying to collect himself. “Which incident?”

“We went out to the lake one hot evening teaching Quinten how to sail, if you remember. Well one night he fell into the water. We were both horrified we though something terrible had happened to him he could have died or he could have experienced head trauma. Luckily, I managed to swim in and save him. When I rescued him onto a nearby dock, she kissed him, and he was perfectly fine.

“You never told me” Onno.Max shrugs lightly. “I didn’t want to worry you about everything going on with Ada; besides, Quinten was fine. She healed him, kissed him, and he woke up; his bruises faded away, and his concussion was gone”, Max explained.“She kissed him?” Onno asks, taken aback, his eyes wide“Yes. She was attempting CPR,” clarified Max“And after the kiss, what happened?”“We went home. They didn’t say anything to each other. Quinten stormed off to his room; he was in such a state,” Max recounted“He was angry? About the kiss?”“He broke one of his plane models on purpose.”

Onno’s eyes flickered back to the two of you in the garden. Quinten’s eyes hadn’t returned to his book yet his lapis lazuli eyes where completely transfixed on you as you show him the little creature you had just added to your collection for once he seemed actually interested in the insect as you shovel it into the palm of his hands. Quinten never liked dirt, but Onno figured he would make an acceptation for you.

“He must have forgiven her then” Onno observes himMax turns in his chair as he watches the two of you giggling.

“Yes he must have” He obverses. You were getting to close for Max’s liking he couldn’t have you two together certainly not as soulmates you were both already best friends, inseparable since birth. Now that you were both adults, it would be merely impossible to keep the two of you apart. It would be only a matter of time before you two begin to act on your feelings and become intimate; it was a topic that made Max feel sick to his stomach the thought of his daughter being with his best friend’s son in that way, just like he was with Ada.

He could remember It like It was yesterday being so young and in love tangled in each other he had never seen such an obvious pairing than to two.

“You’ve had the talk with him, I presume?”Onno looks up perplexed he’s already devouring the pudding the table was still completely covered in food you and Quinten had barely touched your supper.“About Soulmates? Yes, he’s always known they exist. I’ve never shied away from that.”

“No, not Soulmates. Sex. I would prefer it for your son not to knock up my daughter, especially as she has just turned eighteen. Her mother would have a heart attack.”

“And you wouldn’t.”

“You know what I mean,” Max says as he sucks on his bottom lip. “When are you going to tell him?” Max probes, “Tonight. That is my plan if things go accordingly.”Max hums.

“I’m sure it’ll go down well. Remember the time you told him Pluto was a planet?”“He was devastated and didn’t talk to me for weeks”, Onno reflects.

“And how do you think he’ll react to learning that babies don’t come from Stalks?” Max inquires Onno groans he had high hopes before but Max’s comments were enough to diminish his attempts.

“Alright then I think we best be going” Max announces as he gets up. You and Quentin must have been out there for hours you must have been freezing cold Onno pulled Max by the wrist of his suit.“Huh?” Max murmurs

“Wait” Onno instructs him firmly his eyes still on you and Quinten in the garden.

As you take the butterfly back from his hands, Quinten jerks his hand away immediately. He kisses his finger as if he had been bitten but still seems to be in pain. You then murmur a few words to him barely audible through the glass door he then seemingly stretches out his finger, and you kiss it.“There's your proof right there”, Onno comments.“I knew they were I just didn't want to admit it to you�� Max reveals. “The thought of them..”

“Is it just because he's my son?” Onno asks, “No, not just because of that...”

“Then why?” Onno prods. Max sighs as if he's trying to compose himself, but then he catches his wristwatch in the corner of his eye.“It's getting late; thank you for having us.”

“Why won't you answer my question?”

“It's not important” Max shrugs Onno doesn't by it something's off.“Would you like the rest of the food wrapped up then?” Onno asks as he stares down at the full table; he can hear you giggling from outside as Max opens the door.

“That would be nice” He comments his eyes still transfixed on his daughter.“My Ladybug it's time for us to go” Max announces he's clearly caught you and Quintin of guard sharing a moment as you stare into his bright sparkling Lapis lazuli eyes.“But Father” You groan can I stay for a few more hours? I want to see Quintin's train set.” Max rolls his eyes “No” he says firmly. “You have your exams next week to prepare for.”

“Aw fine” You groan as you shove the jar into your satchel Onno grins.“Did you catch a good one?” Onno asks “A Saddleback”, You announce joyfully “I'm sure Quentin will be researching it later” Onno comments “Not after the thing bit me.”

 “It wasn't a spine it was a bite and It only did that because you almost crushed it with your big hands!” That comment earns you a smack from Quentin. You hiss and Max glares at him “Enough we'll be going” Max says as he takes the tin foiled wrapped food from Onno and they walk down the hallway.“Goodnight,” Onno says as he closes the door

“Good luck”, Max whispers“I'll need more than that”, Onno remarks as he reaches for the bottle of wine.*******“What did you want to talk to me about, Father?” Quinten approaches him with a book in his hand about the history of butterflies. Perfect, Onno thinks.“I wanted to talk to you about something important” Onno starts Quentin doesn't look up from him as he sits at the table; he is completely immersed in the book's pages.“Is it about Mother?” He asks, “No”, Onno replies.

“It's about something more serious.” This finally makes him look up and push the book away from him.

“Alright then, what is it about? Quinten wonders.“You know how we've always told you that stalks deliver babies?” “Yes”,Quinten confirms.“Well, that's not entirely the case.”“So you lied to me?” Inquires Quinten“I wouldn't say lied more bent the truth.”

“Why?” Quinten asks his Father curiously Onno takes a breath wishing he had taken a sip of the wine instead but it was too early he had to man up and get this over with.“Quinten. As you know, a man falls in love a woman sometimes they are soulmates sometimes they are not when they are though they can heal each other's wounds, emotional or physical.”

“I already know this, Father” Quinten buts in“I know but let me get to the point” Onno stresses “When they fall in love they might decide to have a baby but the stalk doesn't deliver it the stalk doesn't exist so get that story out of your mind. To have a baby, the couple they procreate...As in, they have sex.”

“Sex?” Quinten repeats, “Sex, yes.”

“And what's that?” Onno sighs yet he reists the wine “It's a partnership between two people someotimes to produce a child sometimes just to have fun and produce hormones” Onno tries to explain in a way Quinten would understand.

“And why are you telling me about this, Father?” Quinten asks him, seemingly not phased yet.

“Well, I've noticed how close you and Max's daughter have been getting recently, and I wondered if you were both...intimate.” “Why would you want to know that?” Asks Quinten

“Well if you were I would like to know that you where both beeing safe. If not, you could risk her getting pregnant, and Max wouldn't be too happy about that,” Onno remarks.

“But aren't babies a blessing?” Quinten questions. “They are, but not everyone wants one or can have one, and I thought I would make sure that if you two were together, that you were both safe.”“Well, we're not”, Quinten announces. “Good”

“But we're soulmates, aren't we? You saw the way that butterfly bit me...spited me,” Quinten recounts “I did...Max told me about the sailing incident:” Onno reveals“He did?” Quinten asks defeatedly 

“Why were you angry? You would be lucky to have that girl as your soulmate she seems like the perfect match she's intelligent, curious quirky and wise like you” Onno observes.“You would think” Quinten sighs “But I guess...i was scared I didn't want to ruin anything between us as friends” He reveals.

“Oh well, that is very respectable, Quint”

“Please don't call me that, Daddy. I'm not five years old anymore”, Quinten groans.“Oh well, very well. I'm just glad that you and her are just friends.

*******

“Oh fuck!” You pant as Quinten thrusts himself deeper into you. He had to keep you quiet. The palm of his hand was wrapped around your mouth as he rutted inside you in The Greenhouse.“We can't let them hear us”, Quinten reminds “Slow down!” You reprehend him. Since you had become intimate over the past few months, Quinten was like a wild animal in a heat and seemed to show no signs of slowing down.

You didn't mind of course, it was a nice distraction and a nice stress relief but it would be nice for you two to spend time together without the sex for once no matter how mind blowing it truly was.

You groaned as you came down from your orgasm and you prayed it was your last your legs were shaky as you held onto one of the plant pots for your life. Quinten held your waist firmly and you felt a mix of your and his cum dripping between your legs luckily the aroma was easily hidden by the musk of the plants. Quinten buries his lips into the back of your head. Seemingly satisfied, you watch his reflection in the window's glass.

“You told him we weren't seeing each other, right?” You ask “Of course” Quinten replies as he steps away and helps you get dressed picking your torn skirt from the floor.

“Do you think he bought it?” You ask him curiously Quinten had to be smart about this Onno Quist was a very smart man much like Quinten.“I think so,” He recalls.

“Although I don't think this tear in your skirt is going to help much” He comments and a grin spreads across his lips.“I hate you”, You murmur rolling your eyes.

“That's not what you were crying out a few moments ago.”You hit him just like he did on Christmas. You watch him as he leans closer, parting his lips and pushing your hair behind your ear.

“We probably shouldn't see each other for a while just so they don't catch on. Why don't we stage a fight?” He asks, cupping your cheek. Lost in his Lapis lazuli eyes, you didn't have much room to think this through.“Okay,” You tell him. He was about to lean in and kiss you, but then there was a knock on the greenhouse door.

“Darling,” Max calls. “You should be studying.”“Alright fine Father” You reply. You give Quinten a small nod as you leave, but he feels Max's eyes on him. You both had to sell this fight you couldn't risk his Father and Max finding out you where sleeping with each other behind their backs may as well have fun with it Quinten thought as he watched you leave.

[keep-it-light]

These faces Neil makes are making me giggle like crazy!

[spicechica]

(A Serendipitous Meeting)

*I was watching the Pixar movie Up recently, and this fic idea came to mind*

Summary: You and Quinten meet and become childhood friends, both feeling as if it was fate.

On a bright Spring day, five-year-old Quinten Quist pedaled furiously on his little yellow tricycle, his birthday balloon bobbing gently above him. The sun filtered through the trees as he rode deeper into the woods near his home, feeling an exhilarating sense of adventure. He was lost in his thoughts, a quiet boy with a mind full of wonders, when he stumbled upon an old greenhouse nestled among the foliage, its weathered frame partially hidden by climbing vines and surrounded by wildflowers. 

Curiosity piqued, Quinten hopped off his tricycle, balloon in hand, leaving it behind as he approached the creaky door, slightly ajar. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it open, he was greeted by a magical sight. Inside, the greenhouse was transformed into a whimsical clubhouse adorned with twinkling fairy lights that danced across the walls. Shelves overflowed with art supplies and trinkets��glistening stones, painted rocks, and glittery drawings scattered like stardust.

“WHAT ARE  YOU DOING?!?” Quinten screamed as a figure materialized from behind a pile of colorful canvases. You stand there, bright eyes and an impish smile, hands at your hips, a hint of mischief in your gaze. In his surprise, Quinten let go of his balloon, watching helplessly as it floated through a broken section of the ceiling and disappeared into another room.

You circled him, scrutinizing him with a playful intensity. Quinten’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment; he was not used to being the center of attention, especially not from a girl who seemed so confident and spirited. 

“Alright, you’re in. Welcome.” You extended your hand, your expression softened, revealing a warm smile. Quinten felt a mix of shyness and intrigue, his heart racing as he accepted your hand, a little thrill coursing through him at the contact.

“I saw where your balloon went. Come on, let’s go get it.” You lead him through the enchanting space, your stride purposeful as you popped back in to grab his hand, “My names Y/n”. Quinten blushed deeper; no one had ever made him feel this way. 

You both moved up a staircase to the upper level of the greenhouse, where a large hole in the floor revealed his balloon floating just beyond reach. “There it is,” you pointed, your excitement infectious.

Quinten gulped at the sight of the flimsy beam stretching over the gap. “Go on,” you encouraged, playfully pushing him forward. His heart raced with fear and exhilaration, the challenge igniting a flicker of bravery in him. He took a deep breath, summoning the courage to step onto the beam.

Just as he found his balance, the beam wobbled under his weight, and he lost his footing, tumbling through the hole below. The world spun as he fell, the sound of voices echoing in his ears before everything faded into darkness.

Quinten lies in his bed, a bandage wrapped around his arm. Quinten's family found him passed out from the fall after following his trail from the house. Thankfully, it wasn’t too serious for any type of severe hospital visit, just a sprain, luckily no concussion. The warm glow of his bedside lamp illuminated the pages of the book he clutched tightly. He was startled from his reading by a soft rustle, and before he could react, you appeared at his window, a grin on your face. 

“Boo!” you whispered, causing him to yelp and quickly cover his mouth, the shock sending a rush of warmth to his cheeks. 

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” he asked, half-excited, half-nervous, his heart still racing from the surprise. 

“I came to check on you. You scared me when you fell!” You climbed through the window, your presence lighting up the room. “I thought maybe you could use some cheering up.”

Quinten couldn’t help but smile at her infectious energy. “What if my family caught you?,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“They won’t,” you replied, sitting on the edge of his bed. “And besides, I brought you something.” You pulled out a small sketchbook filled with drawings of different landscapes and architecture —each page brimming with life and creativity. 

Quinten was entranced. “These are amazing!”

“Thanks! I want to be an artist someday,” your face glowing with passion. “And maybe you can help me! You seem to like that stuff.” You point to the pile of doodles stashed next to his bed. He slowly picks one of the sheets up. “Very interesting,” you looked at the half drawn building, amazing by its structure. 

“What is it?” You asked. He shrugs in response, he had only seen glimpses of these images in his dreams, but he could never figure out where it was from. “I like it…” Quinten lightly smiles at your response. 

As you both chatted, Quinten felt a bond forming—a connection that was deeper than mere friendship. You were different from the adults he often interacted with; you were vibrant and spontaneous, igniting a curiosity he hadn’t known he craved.

You quickly shut your book. “Well, it’s getting late, see yeah.” Before you climb down the window, you turn back and give him a smile. “If you want to, you can come tomorrow,” you step out one foot first. “You know, you don’t talk very much….I like you.” Quinten looks out the window as he watches you leave in amazement. 

Time slipped by, weaving your lives together as you both blossomed from children into teenagers. Quinten, now sixteen, found himself pedaling his bike down the familiar gravel road, the wheels crunching rhythmically beneath him. The sound echoed through the air as he thought about You.  Always just a little ahead of him, your spirit like a beacon that guided him through life’s complexities.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow on the path ahead. He could see you waiting for him at your secret spot, a makeshift fort they had built from branches and leaves, now a refuge of their shared dreams and whispered secrets.

As he approached, he could hear your laughter, a sound that melted his heart. “You’re late!” you teased, feigning disappointment but unable to hide your smile.

“I had to make sure I could slip past Max without him noticing,” he replied, trying to catch his breath. For the past couple of weeks he had been doing the same thing. Instead of going to his classes like his family expected him to, he’d sneak off or find some excuse to not go. And of course Max was always on him about it, especially his grandmother. 

You both went to different schools, so the only times you two would see each other was either after school, or when you planned meet ups on the weekends. Sometimes you would even ditch school just to meet up with him as well, not like really any of your family noticed. 

As fall began to come around the corner, your friendship began to shift. Quinten felt a strange fluttering in his chest whenever he was near you, one he could not control rarely . It was as if the world had sharpened in color, every glance, every touch, igniting a fire within him.

One afternoon, as you both sat beneath a sprawling oak tree, Quinten watched as you sketch the landscape, your brow furrowed in concentration. The sunlight danced through the leaves, casting a warm glow on your face. “Y/n,” he said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

You look up, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What’s up?”

“Do you ever think about… what’s next?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the weight of his feelings pressing against him.

“What do you mean?” you replied, tilting your head slightly, a hint of a smile on your lips.

“About us. About growing up and… what it all means,” he stumbled over his words, his heart racing as he searched your eyes for understanding.

You studied him for a moment, the air thick with unspoken words. “I think about it a lot,” you admitted, your tone suddenly serious. “I don’t want to lose what we have.”

Quinten’s heart soared and sank at the same time. “Neither do I.”

But the moment passed, and you both slipped back into the comfort of laughter and playful banter, the tension lingering in the air, unacknowledged yet palpable.

Months later, your friendship was tested when Quinten was offered an opportunity to go school in Amsterdam and live with his father. He knew this was what he was asking for, but now that he’s been closer to you, he didn’t know how to act. As he stood inside the green house where you both had shared countless moments, you approached him, concern etched on your face.

“You’ve been quiet,” you noted, a hint of worry in your voice.

“I-uh, daddy wants me to come live with him in Amsterdam, so i can go to school ,” he replied, feeling a lump form in his throat.

Your expression shifted. “That’s amazing, Quinten! You said you wanted to go to school there, didn’t you?”

“But it means leaving,” he said, his voice cracking. “I don’t want to leave you.”

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, the world around you faded. “We’ll figure it out. We always do,” you replied, stepping closer, the unspoken words hanging between the both of you like a fragile thread.

“But what if it changes everything?” Quinten whispered, his heart pounding as he searched her gaze for reassurance.

“Maybe it will. But we can’t let fear hold us back, can we?” you replied, determination shining in your eyes. 

In that moment, Quinten realized he couldn’t imagine life without you. Leaning in, he hesitated, then pressed his lips to yours softly. Quinten felt the warmth of your lips against his, a spark igniting the air between you. It was a moment suspended in time, where all the uncertainty of the future melted away, leaving only the undeniable connection that had woven itself through years of friendship. Your eyes fluttered closed, and he could feel your breath quicken, matching the rhythm of his heart as he pulled you closer.

The kiss was tentative at first, both of you exploring the new territory of your relationship. But as the initial shock faded, passion took over, deepening the kiss. Quinten's hands found their way to your waist, holding you as if he were afraid you might disappear. You tangled your fingers in his hair, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin. The world outside the greenhouse faded into a distant hum, cocooning you in your own secret garden of love.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, the silence between you was charged with unspoken feelings. Quinten searched your gaze, his own filled with vulnerability. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, a mix of joy and disbelief flickering across your face. “Me too,” you replied, feeling the weight of everything you had shared finally crystallize into something tangible and beautiful.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden rays through the greenhouse's glass panes, you and Quinten stood enveloped in the aftermath of your kiss. The air felt charged, vibrant with newfound emotions, as if the universe had shifted ever so slightly to make room for the bond that was now blossoming between you.

“I can’t believe we waited so long,” Quinten said, his voice a blend of wonder and a hint of regret. He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the touch sending a shiver down your spine.

You smiled softly, your heart racing. “Maybe we were just meant to take our time,” you suggested, stepping closer to him. The familiar scent of soil and growing things surrounded you both, grounding the moment.

Quinten nodded, his eyes searching yours. “But now… with this opportunity, I don’t know what to do.” He leaned against the wooden table, looking out at the lush greenery that had witnessed so many of your childhood secrets.

“Quinten,” you said gently, reaching for his hand. “You have to follow your dreams. I wouldn’t want you to give that up for me.”

“But what if it means giving up on us?” he replied, his brow furrowing. The vulnerability in his eyes mirrored the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

You took a deep breath, squeezing his hand tighter. “We’ll find a way. We always have. Distance doesn’t have to mean the end.”

He looked at you, the weight of your words settling in. “Promise

“Promise,” you whispered, sealing it with another brief, soft kiss. 

*this is officially my longest fic and now I'm burnt out 😫*

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 2, Wave 1, Poll 2

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Hua Cheng-Heaven Official’s Blessing / Tian Guan Ci Fu

Qualifications:

Hua Cheng is the main love interest in Heaven Official's Blessing, a ghost who has been in love with the hero Xie Lian for over 800 years. As if being dead isn't enough, he once clawed out his own eye in order to save a group of humans from marauding ghosts shortly before his ascension to Ghost King.

Propaganda:

Sexy pirate ghost king swag. Gay for His Highness.

Fun fact: between when he was submitted and when this poll was written the mods both read all of TGCF. Also low key I feel like gay for his highness is a little bit of an understatement.

Keyla Detmer-Star Trek Discovery

Qualifications:

She was in a space battle which resulted in a severe unspecified injury to her head and left eye. Because of this, she relies on a prosthetic eye and a prosthetic of unknown use on her head. She also suffers from PTSD due to this and other incidents. It is popularly theorized that she is a lesbian, and should be in a relationship with Joann Owosekun, another character.

Propaganda:

She may have very few actual character beats or lines, but she is very cool and very gay! Let's give it up for lesbian spaceship pilots!

Submitted by @convenient-plot-device