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What is your distinction between a tisane and an herbal tea? My understanding is that a tisane is a tea made from plants that aren't the traditional tea plant, and thus would cover everything I normally think of as an herbal tea (e.g. chamomile, mint, cinnamon, various floral teas.)
#polls#tea#personally I usually do milk in black teas and not in herbal#but it's really a case by case basis#there are some black teas I prefer with nothing added#and some herbals I like with milk (most mint teas though not all; also some rooibos teas)#hey wait do other people count rooibos as herbal?#I lump it in bc it's non caffeinated so I can drink it in the evenings when I'm usually drink other herbal teas
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This illustration is tied to an idea I came up with @kalm5, after I binge watched videos about various vending machines.
The explanation of the premise is under the cut/read more!
Enjoy!
What if clones have only a set amount of meals per rotation? no snacks, no nothing - just the basic, the most effective meals evenly spread out throughout the day. It’s the only food they have. The only unlimited food item available to them without restriction is water... just plain water.
However, there are vending machines scattered throughout every Kamino training facility that can be used by clones for additional snacks (or even more “luxurious” items such as salt/sugar/spices, better grade chocolate, authentic caff/tea, weak beer/alcohol, etc.). The vending machines also have limits of items a clone can get per rotation to limit potential abuse of the system.
The availability of such items is depended on the status quo and performance score each clone has and develops over the years (the score is stored at the forearm chip, so to use a vending machine clones have to swipe their wrists against it’s panel) - the bigger the score the broader assortment of items are available.
Cadets get their points based on their exam scores, battle simulation statistics, etc.
The score clones got in their youth are later transferred as a base score at the beginning of their military career.
The success rate, performance on the field, getting medals, etc. is later added to it - raising it. It also can be lowered due to misdemeanors, refusal to carry on orders, breaking rules, etc.
Despite all CT-[numbers] clones having the same baseline of items available, there are variations or perks for each occupation: medics get different additional assortment of items than sappers, who have different perks than gunners, pilots and so on.
Maintenance staff has the same limitations as cadets. So 99 has the same level-access to goods as kids/teens, thus he can get like... Star Wars equivalent of stale salted crackers, granola bars and juice.
A major points boost is a promotion to higher military rank - especially to commanding position or high preference variants like ARCs or spec-ops (it unlocks more options)
The biggest availability, however, have CC-[numbers] clones.
Some of the perks are just simply locked behind a status quo. So even an perfect behavior and 100% success rate wouldn’t give a “plain” CT-number access to for example... alcoholic beverages - it’s only for CC-[numbers]. CC-[numbers] also can be locked out of certain perks if their score gets low enough.
The best example would be captain Rex who despite being a commanding officer can’t get the same items as his college, commander Cody. Due to Rex being a CT-number. So it’s always a bit awkward when he tags along with other commanding officers but he can get an energy drink or black coffee at best.
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Funnily enough, of all software at Kamino, nothing is so well guarded as vending machines - it’s unhackable while the vending machines are borderline indestructible. It’s the most frequently updated/modified equipment due to clones always finding loopholes to cheat the system.
The origin of the vending machines was that Kaminoans tried to use the idea of conditioned response to encourage clones to train harder and be more obedient in the field - they hoped it would rewire clones brains, linking high performance with luxurious goods.
However what the long necks didn’t accounted for is that clones are well... humans and turned vending machines to social interaction that has an internal structure known only to clones. one of such interaction is that many clones with high performance score would often get items to those with lowered ones - especially at 501st where thinking outside the box is preferable military tactic by their general, thus many clones from 501st would end up with low performance score at Kamino framework despite being the most decorated of soldiers.
The same goes with Clone Force 99 who have 100% success rate, but also accumulated many misdemeanors and complaints.
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#star wars#star wars the clone wars#the clone wars#clone wars#TCW#clone trooper hardcase#hardcase#echo#vending machines#clone trooper echo#CT-1409#501st#501st legion#clone troopers#fanart#Headcanon heavy
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Double, Double Boil and Trouble - Part 5
A/N: This is part 5 my fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange, which I wrote for @goblininawig. The story takes place in a shared continuity with Stars Beyond Number, Martyrs and Kings, and “Do It Again,” but it stands alone and can be read independently of those fics.
Pairing: Clone Trooper Boil x Reader (GN, has hair; reader practices tasseomancy/reads tea leaves)
Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)
Wordcount: 3.1K
Warnings and tags: mysticism; angst; fluff; mild critique of the Jedi Order (but no Jedi hate); fade-to-black sensuality; implied oral sex; ritualistic drug use; a description of being high on hallucinogens/psychedelics
Obligatory disclaimer: Please don’t use this as a how-to guide for or endorsement of drug use, because 1. it’s inaccurate to the real world, and 2. depending on your location, ThAt WOuld Be ILlEGal. This is a Wendy’s fanfic.
Summary: Boil is willing to do what it takes to get answers about Waxer.
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“You sure this won’t make me pop positive if I get tested?” Boil asked, eyeing the tin of tea warily.
“Completely. You have two rotations left of shore leave, and this will be out of your system in twenty-four hours.”
You spoke with certainty, and Boil felt some of his doubts ease. He picked up the tin and removed the lid, giving the tea a curious sniff. It didn’t smell like much; just faintly earthy and vegetal.
“So how does it work?”
“You brew it and drink it, just like regular tea,” you replied. “After a few minutes, you start to feel the effects.”
“And what do the effects feel like?” He set the tea tin down and took a bite of his breakfast.
“Nothing much at first,” you replied. “But when it hits, you’ll know. Everything will look a little clearer and brighter. Food will taste a little better. Everyday things will start to seem really, really interesting. People will be prettier and funnier and smarter.”
“That just sounds like a couple shots of Cheedoan whiskey,” Boil observed.
“Oh, somebody’s fancy,” you teased. “I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty.”
He laughed and tossed his crumpled napkin at you, mostly for the fun of seeing you shudder and flick it away with a revolted expression. “The general bought a round for Ghost Company one time.”
“I hope he charged it to the Jedi Order,” you laughed. “Do Jedi get paid?”
“Search me,” he shrugged. “Clones don’t.”
You grimaced. “I know. Kriffing banthashit, is what that is.”
It didn’t change a thing, but Boil still felt a little better knowing you weren’t as complacent as the rest of the galaxy seemed to be about the clone troopers’ situation.
“So what makes this tea any different from a decent buzz?” he asked.
“That would be the visual hallucinations,” you replied with a cheeky grin.
He eyed you curiously. “I take it you’ve done this before.”
“A few times,” you nodded. “It can be pretty fun. You haven’t lived until you’ve watched the Eye of Aldhani—you know what, never mind.”
He laughed. “What about the ritual part?”
“It’s a little different. The dosage is higher, so the effects are more intense.” You hesitated a moment before adding, “There’s another element to it as well.”
“What’s that?”
“Force sensitivity,” you replied bluntly. “You need to either be able to wield the Force yourself, or have a strong connection with someone who can.”
He nodded, recalling a detail you’d told him months ago. “And your grandmother taught you to wield it? Why didn’t she send you to the Jedi for training?”
“Our world isn’t part of the Republic,” you explained. “The Jedi order has no jurisdiction that far out in Wild Space, and to be frank, we prefer it that way. They mind their own business, and we mind our own.”
Boil pondered your response quietly, noticing the strained expression in your eyes, and he remembered that you tried to stay off the Jedi’s scopes. “You don’t have to tell me if you’d rather not talk about it.”
You gave him a grateful look and replied, “It’s all right. It’s not a secret or anything. It’s just…” You paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “We do things our own way. And when someone is born with the Sight—the Force—we train them in our own way, too. It doesn’t happen often, and there weren’t many elders with the Sight left by the time I was born. Gran took on my training, but I was only fifteen when she passed.”
Boil gazed steadily at you, feeling a deep sense of foreboding. “What happened?”
“I came to Coruscant, hoping the Jedi could help me. I scraped together everything I had in the galaxy to pay for the trip. But when I went to the temple, they said it was too dangerous to train someone who’d been ‘corrupted.’” The word came out harshly, as though it tasted bitter on your tongue. “They sent me away. Said I would be better off knowing nothing of the Force.”
Boil was horrified. “But you were just a kid!”
“Yeah,” you replied grimly. “I grew up pretty fast after that.”
He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t imagine most of the Jedi he’d met ever treating a child with such callousness, but he and his fellow clones knew better than anyone that the Jedi order contained all sorts of beings, ranging from those who were kind and wise like General Kenobi, all the way to monsters like that kriffing traitor, Pong Krell.
“I’m sorry,” he said at last, feeling the inadequacy of his words. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s all right,” you replied. “I’m older and wiser now, and I realize I probably wouldn’t have been the best fit in the Order. And I’ve picked up quite a bit of knowledge since then—especially since I met Tas. There are more paths to the Force than people think.”
The conversation had strayed into territory that was wholly unfamiliar to Boil, so he was relieved when your serious expression faded and the usual glint of humor returned to your eyes. “Lucky for you, I know what I’m doing.”
He smiled, content to let you steer the topic back to the ritual. “So when you say we need a strong connection, how strong are we talkin’?”
“It requires a very high level of trust. We will have to lower our mental defenses enough to allow each other in. When I’ve done it in the past, it was with people I was very close to—people I had known for years.”
“So you don’t do this for every trooper you bewitch?” he asked.
You grinned. “Actually, yes. After tonight, I will have done this for every single trooper I’ve bewitched. One-hundred percent success rate. Hopefully.”
“So what happens if our connection isn’t strong enough?”
Your smile faltered slightly. “Nothing. We’ll have a hell of a trip, and tomorrow we can thank the Force that it wasn’t our money that got wasted on the tea.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” he said. “When should we do it?”
“We’ll need a few hours of uninterrupted privacy, so we’ll want to wait until I get off work tonight,” you replied. “It’ll be about half an hour before you start to feel the effects, and then we’ll begin the ceremony.”
“That sounds ominous,” he laughed. “Is there a blood sacrifice, or is that only on Centaxdays?”
“You know, I’m fresh out of sacrificial victims, so we’ll have to skip it this time.”
Your eyes sparkled, and he inhaled softly, stunned by how beautiful they were when you looked at him with that mischievous expression. Not that he would tell you that, obviously. What was he supposed to say?
You have the sweetest eyes in the galaxy.
I’ve never kissed anyone with such perfect lips.
The last two weeks have been the best of my life.
When I’m with you, I feel like everything is easier.
I don’t want to leave.
Please. He wasn’t a total sap.
“Cutting corners?” he asked instead, a hint of a taunt in his tone. “And here I thought I’d get special boyfriend privileges.”
He watched for your reaction out of the corner of his eye, and he didn’t miss the way you bit your lip to keep from smiling.
“Oh, you get boyfriend privileges,” you replied. “Door keycode, toothbrush, unlimited conservator access, your very own caf mug… And other things.”
He grinned, moving closer and sliding his hand around your waist, easing his fingers inside your ridiculous bathrobe to caress the bare skin of your hip.
“What other things?” he murmured in your ear, nipping the skin of your neck softly.
Kriff, you taste delicious.
“Ten percent discount on readings,” you replied.
“Ten percent?” he whispered, trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulder as he untied the sash of your robe and brushed his fingers lower on your body. “You can do better than that.”
“F—five percent,” you stammered in a gratifyingly breathy voice. “That’ll teach you not to haggle.”
“Mm,” he hummed as he worked his mouth down your torso, dropping slowly to his knees in front of you. “Maybe we could work out a barter system. I’m sure I could provide some services you might find appealing.”
Your only response was a broken whimper as he took you with his mouth, gripping your hips and then sliding his hands back to cup your ass and pull you against his face.
Maker, I could worship you forever. I don’t want to leave.
Boil would rather die than admit he was nervous. For kark’s sake, he faced off against entire divisions of battle droids on a daily basis; how intimidating could a cup of tea possibly be? Besides, you seemed perfectly comfortable as you brewed the tea and lit a stick of incense, and there was no way he’d let you see him blink. He was a soldier of the Republic, and he wasn’t afraid of anything.
Still, some of his definitely-not-nervousness must have shown on his face, because you gave his arm an encouraging little touch as you walked past him into the living area. He watched as you pulled all the throw pillows off the sofa and your bed and piled them on the floor to make a soft, chaotic nest, and then you dimmed the lights. Your flat had already taken on a strange, mystical air, and he hadn’t even tasted a sip of the tea yet.
He watched curiously as you placed colorful stones in all the windowsills and doorways of your flat.
“What are those for?” he asked.
“Just making sure the only spirits that show up are the ones we want,” you replied with a lopsided grin, but the look in your eyes made him think you were deadly serious. “Nothing to worry about.”
He blinked. So I guess that’s definitely something to worry about.
“I’m not gonna get haunted by this, am I?” he asked, aiming for a casual tone and not quite nailing it.
“Definitely not!” you replied, before adding under your breath, “... probably.”
“Probably?”
“I’m ninety percent sure,” you reassured him. “Eighty-three percent sure.”
“Are you kriffing with me, or are you serious?” he demanded.
You laughed. “I’m kriffing with you. You definitely, probably won’t get haunted, and even if you do, Tas has a banishing spell that’ll get rid of anything.”
“You know you’re not exactly inspiring confidence, right?”
Your only response was a playful smile that made him want to kiss you until you forgot your own name, so he did. He caught you by the hand and hauled you into his arms, threading his fingers through your hair as he kissed you again and again.
“Could you be serious for ten seconds?” he murmured between kisses.
“No promises.” You flicked your tongue against the corner of his lips, and he nearly called off the entire operation and tossed you onto the bed on the spot.
With a rather impressive display of self control—if he did say so himself—he pulled away slightly and asked, “Are the walls of the Venator going to start weeping blood if I do this?”
“Oh, almost certainly not,” you replied. “Maybe just a droplet or two on the refresher mirrors…”
He stared into your eyes for a moment, then let out a reluctant laugh, dropping his forehead to rest against your shoulder. You wrapped your hand around the back of his head and pressed your lips against his temple.
“We don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want to,” you said quietly.
His arms tightened around you as he inhaled deeply, trying to memorize your exact scent. “No. I want to know. I need to know.”
You held him silently for a moment, and then you nodded. “If you’re sure, then everything is ready.”
“I’m sure,” he said, pulling back just far enough to look into your eyes. “Let’s do this.”
“Okay.” You held him tightly for another moment, then broke away to retrieve the two mugs of tea from the kitchen. You passed one to him, then tapped your own against it. “Bottoms up, Buttercup.”
Boil was expecting the concoction to taste awful: bitter and sinister, maybe with a hint of brimstone. In reality, it was actually pretty good. It was smooth, a little spicy, and sweetened with honey, and he drained the cup without complaint. He waited expectantly, but nothing happened.
“Now what?” he asked.
“Now we watch an episode of It’s Always Sunny on Abafar and wait for it to kick in,” you replied, glancing down into the mug to quickly scan the leaves the way he’d noticed you do every time you finished a cup of tea.
Whatever you saw must not have been too terrible, given that you didn’t immediately cancel the evening’s activities. He shrugged and moved to the sofa, pulling you down with him as you turned on the holoscreen. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the luxury of being able to watch whatever he wanted, any time he pleased. Not to mention that your sofa, shabby as it was, was quite possibly the most comfortable piece of furniture in the galaxy—particularly with your head resting on his shoulder and your body tucked in close to his own as he curled around you.
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” you warned, nudging him with your elbow.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he lied.
The episode failed to hold his attention, and his mind and hands began to wander. He traced his fingertips over your shoulder and down your bare arm, around your wrist and back up again, enjoying the smooth warmth of your skin. He’d never touched shimmersilk in his life, but he would have bet a month of rations that your skin was softer. Eventually, he draped his arm around your waist and began to play with the hem of your shirt, tugging it up to expose your abdomen.
“Don’t even think about it,” you said, resting your hand over his. “There’s no way in hell I’m going there on your first trip.”
“Even if I want to?” he murmured, kissing the back of your neck.
“Nope. Besides, we’re not just doing this for fun, remember?” You rolled over to face him.
“Fine. Maybe next time.” He rested his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek softly as he gazed into your eyes. “Your pupils are huge.”
You snorted a laugh. “Seems like the tea is working. Shall we get started?”
He nodded. “What do we do?”
“I have bad news,” you said gravely. “We’re going to have to break the cuddle.”
“Not the cuddle!” he gasped in horror.
“I’m afraid so.”
He grumbled, but begrudgingly disentangled his limbs from yours. As he sat up, the room seemed to sway slightly, almost as if the entire building were floating in water. He didn’t want to alarm you, so he didn’t mention that the pattern on your wallpaper was definitely, absolutely, one-hundred percent coming to life. The designs gyrated and churned in a nauseating swirl, and he tore his eyes away from it, determined not to abort the mission for a reason as pitiful as tea-induced motion sickness.
He followed you silently to the nest of cushions you’d arranged on the floor, sitting opposite you with his legs crisscrossed. You scooted forward until your knees touched his, and you took his hands, holding them in a loose grip. He stroked his thumb over your palm, and the smile you gave him in return made him forget all about the wallpaper.
“Close your eyes,” you said softly, “and take a slow breath, all the way down to the bottom of your lungs.”
He did as you said, and as he exhaled gradually, he felt his stomach settle and the tension drain out of his shoulders. The pair of you repeated the exercise a few times, and then you asked him to focus on keeping his breath smooth and even. He was starting to feel incredibly relaxed and drowsy, and only his promise not to fall asleep kept him from drifting off.
“Think of somewhere you felt safe and happy,” you said in a low voice. “Picture it in your mind.”
Here. With you.
“Do you see it?” you asked.
“Yes,” he whispered, envisioning your cozy, colorful little flat as clearly as though he had opened his eyes.
He was alone in his mental version of the flat, and he took a moment to look around. It was tidier in his mind, with the nest of cushions all put back where they belonged, and no telltale pastry crumbs on the kitchen counter. But aside from that, it was the same, filled with signs of you—the eclectic jumble of teacups on your kitchen shelf; the colorful array of robes hanging on hooks on the wall; the vibrant collection of thrifted art hanging on the walls. It even smelled like your scent. The only thing missing was—
Knock knock.
He turned toward the door in his mind, and then he was standing in front of it without ever having moved his feet. He leaned in to look through the peephole—wait, your door has a holoscreen. The image in his mind warped, and suddenly the holoscreen appeared. You stood outside in the hallway, waiting.
“Will you let me in?” you asked quietly.
Your lips didn’t move in the vision of you he saw within his mind, and he realized you’d spoken the words aloud.
“Yes,” he replied, opening the door.
As you stepped inside, your gaze flicked around the flat, and your breath caught. Too late, Boil realized he’d revealed far more than he intended. He swallowed nervously, bracing himself for your mockery now that you had witnessed the true depth of his feelings for you.
When you looked at him, though, there was no trace of ridicule in your eyes. You stepped closer and took his hand in yours, and as you did, he felt the soft pressure of a gentle, reassuring squeeze on his physical hands. To his relief, that was the only acknowledgment, though he had a feeling the two of you would be having a long conversation once the effects of the tea had worn off.
“Are you ready?” you asked, and somehow, he knew you’d asked the question directly to his mind.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied without speaking.
You smiled. “In that case, I’d like you to meet someone.”
Your gaze shifted to a point over his shoulder, and he turned slowly. A stranger stood behind him, ancient and wrinkled, with eyes that somehow seemed very familiar and very, very kind. A faint blue glow emanated from her, and though she seemed solid enough, Boil had the distinct feeling that if he were to open his eyes, he’d see nothing but you, sitting across from him in a nest of cushions.
“Is this the boy you told me about?” she asked, inspecting him closely.
“Yes,” you replied. “Gran, I’d like you to meet Boil.”
#clone trooper boil#clone trooper boil x reader#boil x reader#gn reader#star wars#the clone wars#star wars fanfic#tcw fanfic#dystopicjumpsuit writes
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Just A Moment
This is @aquagirl1978 request for my 50 follower event. I posted her ask yesterday if you want to read it. This originally had a slightly different ending but it gave off a vibe I wasn't happy with and that didn't entirely suit Nokto's character so I changed it just a bit and the vibes much better. I hope you enjoy it and that it at least hits some of what you wanted and thank you again for the request, WC approx 1300.
The nights were always long, lonely and unbearably silent. Tonight was proving to be no different, though lately a new pleasant torture had been added to the list of why Nokto hated night.
“Mmm Nokto.”
Soft hands slid around his neck followed by warm lips pressing a light kiss to his ear.
“I want you Nokto, so so badly.”
Clear desire filled eyes looked deep into his crimson ones, filling his vision with nothing but her.
“Emma.”
Nokto reached a hand behind her head and kissed her with an insatiable hunger. They moved swiftly towards his bed, never breaking their kiss. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies making swift work of their clothes. They reached the bed and Nokto felt Emma push him down onto it, his head dropping hard against the pillow.
“Damn.”
Nokto slowly sat up in his bed and rubbed the back of his head. Unlike just a minute ago he was alone, Emma's presence there had been nothing but a sweet yet torturous dream.
“As if the nights weren't bad enough already.”
Nokto let out a sigh and flopped back down onto his bed staring up at the ceiling. He used to dream often about that fateful night, they were horrible nightmares but he adapted and learned ways to deal with them but these new dreams… They were such warm fantasies but they hurt much more than the nightmares ever had and so far nothing could rid him of them.
Nokto had tried his usual methods to chase away unwanted dreams but neither books nor the warm and flushed body of a woman could chase these away. He even tried some herbal teas and sachets with calm and soothing scents but nothing worked. He figured it must be because unlike his nightmares deep down these dreams weren't actually unwelcome.
I'm horrible, I can't keep doing things to hurt him.
Nokto sighed once again and looked toward his window. It was still a few hours before dawn but he was wide awake now and in desperate need of any distraction.
I may as well take a walk.
The palace corridors like everywhere else during the dead of night were silent. Nokto walked aimlessly down the familiar halls, the moon offering a small amount of light in the darkness. As he walked his thoughts were of his twin, the other part of himself, the part he kept on hurting. After Licht met Emma he had finally stopped wanting to die and started to actually live again.
Licht is finally happy after all this time and he deserves it more than anyone so why…why did I have to start wanting what he has?
When and why did it start were questions Nokto had asked himself more than once over the last several months. He never gave himself an honest answer though, preferring to lie to himself and every time he did so his dreams became more detailed and the blackness in his chest grew bigger.
As Nokto continued on he noticed a faint light coming from under the parlor door. Figuring it may be Jin or Clavis he decided to open it, his older brothers could be good entertainment and it would help the long night pass quicker if he had company. When Nokto opened the door it wasn't who he expected to find that was on the other side.
Emma…
Nokto stared at her in silence not believing what his eyes were seeing. Emma stood in front of one of the windows, her figure illuminated in the light of the moon as well as a dying fire, she looked mysterious and welcoming all at once and he felt his heart clench in his chest. His head told him he should leave but his heart hesitated just long enough for Emma to notice somebody else was there and turn around.
“Nokto! You startled me, are you only just getting back?”
“Unfortunately, no. The young lady I had plans with originally couldn't come out to play tonight, but since you're here maybe we could play together? You're already dressed for it.”
Emma wore a long flowy nightgown made of silk, a shawl draped around her shoulders.
“Though I would prefer you in something more revealing.”
Emma shook her head and let out a small laugh.
“Nokto be serious.”
“I'm being completely serious.”
Nokto gave Emma a sly grin as he came to stand at her side. He couldn't tell from the doorway but up close he could see the different emotions playing out across Emma's face.
She looks even more irresistible than usual.
“Are you worried about Licht?”
“A little. I know that it sounds silly, it's just a regular inspection but I'm still worried. More than anything though I just miss him.”
Nokto was spellbound as he watched Emma pull her shawl tighter around her slender shoulders.
“I thought that it would get easier with time and I wouldn't be so sad when he would have to be away but…”
“But it hasn't.”
Emma shook her head as she held back her tears.
“Licht wouldn't let himself get hurt, he'll be home soon.”
Nokto reached out and tucked some stray hair behind her ear and let his fingers trail down her neck for the briefest of moments.
“Nokto, are you up because you're worried about him too?”
“Mmmm, why don't I walk you back to your room?”
“I'd like to stay here actually.”
“Okay.”
Nokto turned to leave, he hadn't taken more than a few steps when Emma called out to him.
“Nokto?”
“What?”
“Would…would you mind staying here with me? I don't really want to be alone right now.”
Nokto's heart stung but he plastered that familiar smile on his face.
“As long as you're willing to entertain me.”
He studied Emma as she looked around the room until her eyes suddenly brightened.
“How about a book, we can read together.”
“Is that really what you want to do?”
“Nokto.”
Nokto could hear the exasperation in Emma's voice.
“Fine, on one condition.”
“What?”
“That you read to me, at least that way it seems like we're actually spending time together.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
Nokto settled on the sofa and Emma joined him after picking out a book for them. The time crept slowly by until eventually the sound of Emma's voice stopped, replaced by the faintest sounds of her steady breathing . Nokto had been falling asleep himself but it was Emma who succumbed first falling gently against his side, the feeling of her warm breath falling across his chest.
Is this it? Is this my punishment for forcing Licht into the half life he lived for so long? To want what's finally made him happy? To fall so in love with his wife that I…
Nokto wasn't consciously aware of it but he wrapped an arm tightly around Emma holding her close.
Please, all I ever wanted was for Licht to be happy again…And Emma makes Licht happy, happier than he ever was and that makes me happy…
“Just…”
Nokto dared to twist his head to look at Emma's closed eyes. Those clear, honest eyes that he had hated. Those eyes that would never look at him the way they did in his dreams. Those eyes that looked only at his twin. Those eyes so full of light and love that they had pulled Licht out of the darkness.
If I'm ever going to be honest with myself..
“Just…”
Nokto placed his chin on the top of Emma's head and closed his eyes. Her warmth flowed steadily into him and he tightened his grip around her.
Just give me this moment. Just a moment to hold you in my arms like this. To feel your warmth, how soft your skin is, the way your heart beats. To pretend for just this moment that you're mine.
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Gruvia Week 2024
Day 6: Apathy.
type: Hurt/comfort, soft, happy ending.
characters: Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser, Cana Alberona.
this fanfic is also available in AO3.
The Guild’s entrance doors were open with so much force that it almost came off from it’s hinges, the rowdy ambience was quiet down immediately once they saw the ice mage’s scowly face, not that he wasn’t grumpy all the time but he looked furious.
He looked at Cana who was drinking from her big barrel of wine, but stopped once she took the appearance of Gray who was marching to her.
“Hey, Gray” she said wearily, Cana never gets on Gray’s bad side but once she does, she prefers to avoid him as much as possible because he can be a bit hot headed.
“Is something wrong?”
“What did you and Juvia drink in your mission?” he said sharply, crossing his arms as he looked down at her.
“Um..” she began to think and tried to connect the events of their journey yestereday.
Cana dragged her blue haired friend on a mission to find a burglar in a village, they accomplished it with no sweat and the villagers were more than happy to offer them a meal and some wine which Cana really had her fill.
There was also a village woman who lived alone and offered to stay in her inn since no one really goes by their village, her hospitality was kind.
“I think wine?” she said hesitantly, her mind grew black after enjoying her party with the villagers.
“Be sure Cana! What did they give you in that village?!” Gray snapped, his tone was harsh and probably scared.
“I don’t remember! What’s wrong with you?” she replied, bothered by his sudden outburst; he breathed in, and pulled his black hair up with his hand.
“Gray, why don’t you tell us what’s happening first? Then we could try and solve the problem” Mirajane suggested gently, Cana nodded next to her, Gray can’t blame her for something she doesn’t know or wasn’t aware of.
Gray breathed in, and took a moment to answer.
“Juvia is not herself today” Cana’s heart dropped, did she miss something yesterday? But she was completely fine, they were talking and laughing with each other on their way to Magnolia.
“She seems emotionless, like nothing is making her happy or sad or mad” Gray continued as he sat down in the stool next to Cana, his fist tighten and his shoulders were tense.
“She doesn’t smile at all, it’s like when she was in Phantom Lord but worse”
The guildmates were circling him now, Gajeel was frowning with concern, his arms crossed.
“There must be something she drank Cana, you have to remember.. Please” Gray pleaded, his eyes were frightened, of course he will be, Juvia is very dear to him and to see her emotionless suddenly will make him panic.
In fact, she currently feels scared for her friend’s wellbeing. So she sat straighter, her mind was still woozy with her endless drinking but she is confident she can track the events of their previous encounter.
“Okay i do remember a woman who owned an inn, she didn’t look suspicious or anything but her place was empty, we thought maybe because the village didn’t have travellers to walk by, it was very windy and we didn’t want to face a storm in our way so we got in” she explained.
Everyone was murmuring amongst themselves, it is very clear that the village woman had something to do with it.
“Did she offer you something?” Lucy asked.
“Yeah, like two bowls of potato soup and wine, she gave me two of those big barrels but Juvia didn’t want to overdrink herself so she just gave her tea” Cana suddenly gasped, it finally made sense, the tea was the cause for her friend’s issue.
“ That bi-”
“Let me go find something about this tea, she could have fused it with something” Levy suggested while she went rushing to the library.
“I’m coming too” Lucy added, she squeezed Gray’s shoulder as a reassurance before she left.
“ and we will find this witch and break her spine” Gajeel said, cracking his knuckles, Lily already on top of his shoulder ready to fight.
Noticing his friend’s silence, Cana put her hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, are you okay?” she asked. Gray sighed and closed his eyes and shook his head.
“I can’t go with Gajeel, i have to stay with Juvia”
“I wasn’t even asking you” Gajeel opposed him with his usual gruffness, and left without a word.
Cana rolled her eyes at his attitude.
“I have to go back home” Gray said, getting up from his seat as he sighed, he was stressed, Cana can see it in his frown, he is stressed and worried about her.
“I am coming with you” she added, abandoning her sweet alluring drink aside, which Mira’s eyes widened with surprise.
“You don’t have to” replied her friend, his gaze was understanding and tired as he looked at her. It twisted Cana’s heart, she hates seeing Gray like that, it made her guilt eat her up.
She should have known better, an old woman in an abandoned inn, what worse could happen?
“ no i want to, it is kind of my fault anyways” she hooked her arm with his and dragged him to the doors, she didn’t want to waste her time arguing while Juvia is alone at home.
Gray smiled lightly, she can tell that he was grateful for her company, on their way out he received a couple of back pats and support, they know that Juvia will come back the way she was again.
“I’ll send you a message to your Lacirama once Levy and Lucy find something” Mira called out, and they waved back in response.
Once Cana stepped foot into their house, she felt a sense of coldness, it was an unusual feeling, Juvia and Gray’s house always had warmth even if it’s residence was an ice mage. It was unsettling.
“Juvia, I am home” Gray said their usual greetings, but it was met with silence. All Gray could do was sigh.
Once Cana was led to their living room she was shocked at the state of her friend, Juvia looked so broken, her face was blank, her mouth was hanging open slightly, and was her face paler than usual?
“ Is it just me or does her face look blue?” she asked, her eyes still locked on Juvia’s frozen posture on the coach.
“No, she does look more blue” Gray replied, her worry grew worse.
“Hey Juvia, do you remember Cana?” Gray approached her, and gently gripped her shoulder.
“She doesn’t remember us?!” she asked, and he nodded sadly, Cana was bewildered, how come a single witch affect her friend’s memory like that?
Juvia didn’t answer.
She slowly walked over to her and bent down to her knees, she rubbed them gently, and all Juvia could do was just glance at her, emotions were long gone from her blue eyes, now she looked soulless.
Cana felt disheartened, no wonder why Gray was desperate, she felt disgusted that her friend was deprived of her own emotions..
“Don’t worry Juv, you will be alright” Cana assured, giving her a smile. There is hope for her friend, she will come back and act like she used to.
She hopes so.
Gray wrapped his arms around her from behind the couch and put his head on top of her, caressing her arms. He didn’t care that Cana was there, nothing mattered to him anymore except for Juvia.
This all feels surreal to him, once he realised that she wasn’t moving this morning he began to panic, he thought some kind of bug crept into her head and messed with her system, she couldn’t even get up without him leading her.
Stripped from her own emotions, not even sorrow was visible in her eyes yet all Gray saw was grief.
Juvia was trapped inside a spell, and all Gray could do was wait, and he hated that he couldn’t do anything to bring his Juvia back, her enthusiasm, her smile, her love, her dramatic expressions.
It’s not fair, she worked so hard to get to where she is now, and they took that from her, they took it.
They took it.
Gray had to calm down, he could feel his anger creeping inside of him like hot boiled water, he wanted to break something, he wanted to hurt something, he wanted to kill.
Kill that witch.
But Juvia needs him the most, everything will be dealt with later, he swallowed down his feelings and breathed in the air to calm his nerves.
It took 3 hours for Lucy and Levy to dig out a clue, it turns out that the spell that made Juvia emotionless was called ‘Apathy’, once a person drinks it, he will feel like his senses are leaving him slowly.
It made Gray’s stomach churn with the idea that Juvia felt every emotion leave her mind and heart, it means that she was also scared, terrified that she could not feel anything.
It took a day to find a cure, but by the end of the day, Juvia finally had her senses back slowly, it started with fear. Juvia didn’t what’s happening to her or how it was happening, she was anxious, stressed and terrified.
It was very hard for Gray to try and comfort her every time, she always felt like something was trying to get her, his heart was broken in pieces but that didn’t stop him from being there for her.
And then sadness, and gradually she got her emotions settled and stable.
Gajeel came back after successfully ‘smashing her head with his iron fist’ which made the master question him if he really did that or if he was overreacting.
It turns out he didn’t kill her but he did knock her out.
Much to Gray’s disappointment.
“Juvia, you really don’t need to do this”
His partner has been cooking plates of food and dishes with extra desserts, and Gray is grateful for it, he won’t deny any of her meals if only she gives herself a break from cooking everyday.
“This is the least Juvia could do because of what she did!” she refused to budge from her spot as she stirred a pot of chicken soup.
“That was not your fault” Gray sighed when she didn’t reply, hyper fixated on the pot in front of her, her ears were deaf.
He can already feel a headache coming. But he could have her screaming and yelling her love for him than having her sitting in a chair staring in the void like she was dead.
The warm hand on his arm snapped him from his circling dark thoughts, Juvia’s gaze was worried.
“Gray-sama, are you alright?” she asked.
Gray smiled warmly and brought her to his arms, she immediately reciprocated , giving him a tight hold of her own.
“Yeah, I just want you here for a while” he responded, enjoying the gentle warmth of Juvia’s body against him and living in the moment of blessing.
#gruvia week 2024#fairy tail gruvia#fairy tail#gray fullbuster#gruvia#juvia lockser#gray x juvia#fairy tail 100 years quest#fairy tail juvia#fairy tail gray#juvia loxar
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Recently I found a guide on how to write headcanon, tried it and it's quite a fun, so let me practice little more to make sure I've got it right😅 Also sorry for my poor English
Batboys' morning drinks
Rhys:
He loves green tea. Black tea would do too, but there's nothing better than a cup of good green tea
Rhys doesn't have a favorite mug, but if there's a simple white porcelain cup, he'd definitely use it. So you could say it's his favorite
He doesn't add milk nor sugar, but sometimes he likes to add few drops of lemon juice
It's his comfort drink. It helps him to calm down especially after a night full of nightmares
He prefers to drink it at a table where his loved ones are gathered for breakfast. Small chitchat with his beloved mate or brothers makes it even more special
Cassian:
He often joins in and has a cup of tea with his brother, but it isn't his favorite drink. He secretly enjoys a glass of milk or smoothie the most
He likes to warm up his milk and add a spoon of honey, but it isn't essential to him
Cassian believes it's not only good for his body, but gives him a good start to day too
When he has some extra time, he makes the smoothie from milk adding any fruit or veggies that are available ATM
He doesn't care where he drinks it as long as he gets it first thing in the morning before his training
Azriel:
He likes a black coffee, no sugar, no milk (he always adds a lot of sugar in, but shhh! It's secret)
Azriel has a favorite mug, but he'd never admit it. If somebody asks, it simply tastes better from that mug with kittens than from other mugs
He needs coffee to keep him present and alert especially after sleepless nights
He likes to roast coffee beans and grind them on his own, so it's accurate to his taste
Azriel always wakes up sooner than anybody else, so he can enjoy his coffee in silence while reading a book and watching sunrise from his favorite armchair
#acotar headcanon#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#azriel shadowsinger#azriel acotar#azriel headcanons#azriel#rhys acotar#rhysand headcanons#rhysand#cassian headcanons#cassian#batboys#batboys headcanons
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More modern Ebenezer/Constance!
These two are so delightfully awkward. <3
“Here you are, Mr. Scrooge,��� she said politely. “One flat white. Oh, and here.”
She also handed him a small box, which she said was filled with pastries. It felt heavy and quite dense, requiring him to splay his fingers beneath the weight of the box to hold it.
“You work in an office, right?” Constance asked. “Please accept this. I hope you and the others enjoy them. Consider it a ‘thank you’ for your kind words.”
Without even looking inside to see what she was giving him, he could tell by the sweet, cinnamon-speckled aroma that the contents of the box likely came from the café’s bakery. “Oh, I couldn’t …”
“You must!” she insisted, her kind smile never faltering. “I’m sure there are some people in your office who skipped breakfast. It’s better to eat a pastry than nothing at all, I think.”
Seeing that he wasn’t going to deter the woman, and because he knew his coworkers would likely appreciate the baked goods in lieu of their coffee machine being broken, he surrendered with a thankful smile. “Well, that is exceptionally kind of you. I see the stereotype of American generosity is alive and well.”
It was her turn to stammer, and he watched in intrigue as she tucked a spiral of red hair behind one of her ears.
“Well, it was inspired by your kindness, sir,” Constance said. She bowed to him, her strawberry-blonde curls dropping over her shoulders as she did so. “Thank you again for being so sweet to me.”
With his hands now full, the woman followed Ebenezer to the door to hold it for him and make sure he got out safely. As he began his walk back down the sidewalk and toward his practice’s building, he glanced back over his shoulder and saw Constance standing in the doorway and waving to him.
The chilly, concrete streets of London’s financial district were a backdrop that only served to make everything about her form stand out more. From her coppery hair to her red corseted top to her, and even down to the glow of her tanned skin and smattering of freckles, everything about her radiated warmth. The juxtaposition was stark, like seeing a star glittering against a night sky.
He walked back to his office in a daze, barely noticing when he was thanked by the building’s other inhabitants for putting the pastries in one of the large communal kitchens.
When he made it back to his desk, coffee still in hand, Bob cast him a curious look from his station as he passed.
“You’re back!” he enthused. “Ah, looks like your trip was a success. The coffee smells good.”
“Hm?” Scrooge said, then broke out of his daydream with a laugh. “Oh! Yes, quite. It’s lovely.”
“Lovely?” the man asked, a brow lofting in amusement at the peculiar choice in adjective to describe a beverage. “Well, that’s quite a positive review!”
“Yes,” he parroted again. “It was certainly worth the trip out. Thank you for the recommendation.”
Taking a sip, the quality of the coffee was … quite good. It was a nicely brewed medium roast coffee with the proper amount of milk added. There was a touch of sweetness as well, which was far from unwelcome for a man who preferred to take his black tea with at least one lump of the granulated stuff. It was certainly better quality than what he would have gotten from the automated machine down in the lobby, and that was what mattered most, he supposed. Plus, he’d supported a local business, an initiative that had become much more near and dear to his heart in the past year.
Yet, as he sank into his seat and took another warm sip, he found it harder to descend back into the rhythm of work. Even as calls came in or meetings called him away, his caffeine-fueled brain kept drifting back to the brick coffee house a few blocks away.
The thoughts posed such an effective distraction that he never stopped to think why that could be.
For the next few weeks, Ebenezer found himself visiting New Grounds Coffee Co. every day on his morning walk into the office.
The first experience had been so pleasant after all that he felt obliged to support the business. Also, there was the small matter of thanking Constance for her kindness.
That next morning, he walked into the coffeehouse not knowing what to expect. Would she even be working? He hadn’t paid it much thought, but when he saw her smile and wave at him from behind the counter, the suddenly found himself with a spring in his step.
“Good morning, Mr. Scrooge!” she greeted positively, her voice as chipper as ever. He nodded in mutual greeting, unable to resist returning a matching smile.
He saw some of the other customers and workers wince at her loud American cadence, but he hardly minded. She was happy to see him, after all.
“I’m quite impressed,” Ebenezer said as he stepped up to the counter, his gloved hands coming together to rest at his waist, “You remembered my name.”
She nodded; a gesture more confident than boastful.
“Well, I don’t often forget a face. Especially one of someone who was such a hero to me.”
Her sweet words inspired a rush of awe, but his brow furrowed in concern. “Now, surely what I did was nothing heroic. That man from yesterday was being shrill, and someone would have put him in his place eventually.”
A noncommittal hum answered his speculation. He noticed she didn’t look convinced, and suddenly felt self-conscious about not simply accepting the kind comment she’d given him. However, before he could reply, she added, “Well, you were the one who actually stopped him, so you were my hero for the rest of the day.”
For the first time in many years, a woman had made him blush. Although he was only 50 years of age, it had been a while since another person had complimented him well enough to make him go red in the face. Whether it was her sincerity, her cheerfulness, or her bright smile … he wasn’t sure, but the effect on his heart spoke for itself loudly against his ribcage.
“I-I’m happy to see you, Miss Constance,” he clumsily segued, hoping to distract from his embarrassment and carry on their conversation. “I wanted to thank you for yesterday.”
She cocked her head. “Thank me?”
“My coworkers did appreciate the pastries. I heard a lot of positive feedback, so hopefully you’ll have some more clients coming your way soon.”
“Oh, wonderful! I’m so glad to hear that!” she enthused. He heard the heels of her tall shoes click as she bounced behind the counter. Goodness, the woman was more excitable than some puppies he’d met.
It was ... cute.
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Lover, Lover
Eddie blinks his tired eyes open around three-thirty that morning. He glances over at the window sleepily - it’s still pitch black with the sparkle of littered stars. He turns his head to see that Richie is still sound asleep. He smiles to himself as he watches the boy's chest rise and fall at an even pace, able to hear his heartbeat due to the immense silence consuming the dark room. Two hours until sunrise.
Eddie slowly slides himself out of the bed in a sneaky manner, his feet patting down the hallway to the kitchen. He quietly grabs the kettle, filling it with water and heating it up. He knows Richie prefers tea over coffee in the mornings. He props himself up on the counter, waiting for the water to heat and giving Richie some extra sleeping time.
When the kettle starts softly screaming, Eddie places it off to the side and heads back to the room, going to wake his snoozing wannabe boyfriend. Richie isn’t much of a morning person, but he said he’d do this with Eddie.
Eddie enters the dark and soundless room, climbing back onto the bed.
“Rich,” Eddie speaks softly, tapping Richie’s shoulder gently. “Rich,” Eddie says again when there’s no movement from the other. “Richie,” Eddie shakes him slightly. Still nothing. “Richie!” nothing again. Eddie huffs, furrowing his brows as he stands up on the bed and starts jumping frantically. “Richie! Richie! Richie!” Eddie repeats with every jump.
“Whaaaaat?” Richie finally asks, voice deep and scratchy.
“Get up,” the smaller boy simply says. Richie rolls over on his other side, not completely awake. He grabs Richie by the arm, trying to pull him out of bed but isn’t successful. He then picks up a pillow, smacking it against Richie’s head. “You promised!”
“Okay, okay. I’m up.” Richie yawns as he sits up. Eddie bounces more on the bed, this time with glee and leaping into Richie’s arms.
“I made tea because I knew you’d be grumpy.” Eddie giggles sheepishly, so tempted to kiss Richie’s cheek. He knows Richie is going to tease him about this softness later. Eddie can’t help it. He loves his never-ending banter with Richie, but he’d do any and everything Richie asks. He’s weak in that way, and it’s hard not to show it.
“Why are we doing this again?” Richie grumbles as they make their way to the kitchen.
“Because it’s worth it, that’s why.” Eddie pouts.
“Is it really?” an unimpressed expression washes over Richie’s face.
“Yes!” Eddie stomps his foot. “And, again, you promised.” He turns his back to grab mugs and tea bags, adding sugar and milk to Richie’s.
“C’mon, we only have an hour now because of your lazy ass!”
Richie wants to protest, open his mouth and make a joke about how domestic Eddie is being. But he’s not going to lie, a part of him likes it. Eddie hands Richie his tea, Richie taking a sip of it and humming with a pleased smile.
They sit at the table in near silence, the ticking of the clock preventing it from so. Eddie swings his feet that don’t touch the ground in his chair. Half an hour goes by, a mix of soft chatter and quietness as they slowly sip their beverages.
“Okay,” Eddie claps. “Pillows. Blankets. Roof.” he orders.
“Yes, sir!” Richie salutes to Eddie.
“Don’t ever fucking do that again.” Eddie rolls his eyes somewhat playfully.
The two grab as many blankets and pillows their arms can handle and pile them onto the roof outside of Richie’s window. Once satisfied, they huddle under the blankets. It’s summer but the mornings could disagree.
Richie sighs as he lays back into the makeshift bed, closing his eyes.
“Wake me when-“ Richie can’t finish his sentence, falling asleep, making Eddie chuckle.
Eddie keeps his eyes on the stars that are slowly starting to dim as Richie sleeps next to him- so he thinks. He turns his head to look at him, their faces merely inches apart. His heart starting to race.
“I’m so in love with you,” Eddie whispers as softly as he can.
“I’m in love with you too,” Richie whispers back with his eyes still closed, startling Eddie a bit.
“I- you’re- didn’t know you were awake…” Eddie’s cheeks begin to burn. “Do you really…?” his voice cracks.
“I do,” Richie grins slightly. “I have for quite some time now, Eds. Surprised you never noticed it.”
“I was afraid of the feeling for so long,” Eddie can’t help but blush brighter, cheeks on fire. “I tried to shove it down, suppress it. But at some point, it was eating me alive, and it was all I could think about.”
“Is that a bad thing…?” Richie’s facial features droop slightly in worry.
“No!” Eddie raises his voice accidentally, causing Richie to flinch. “No… it’s not bad. It’s just all I could think about. I was so afraid you’d find out and then… not want to be friends with me anymore.”
“Well,” Richie feels a lump in his throat, gaining as much courage as he can muster. “I’d love to be more than friends…” he presses his lips together. There’s a pause of anxious silence.
“Really?” Eddie’s eyes widen.
“Yes,” the other laughs nervously.
“I’d love to. Love, love to!” Eddie leans forward, pressing his lips tenderly against Richie’s, pulling away after a few seconds.
“Y-you kissed me,” Richie’s eyes also widen before leaning in and kissing Eddie back. It breaks, the two’s eyes sinking deeply into each other. Eddie turns his head, gasping at the sight of the sky.
The sky is burning orange at the base as it melts into a soft pink, fading into a pastel purple. They watch it, the sunrise rising into the normal, lit, blue sky. Richie pulls Eddie into his arms, hugging him from behind.
“You’re right, this was definitely worth waking up for.” Richie admits, kissing the top of Eddie’s head.
“See! Told ya!” Eddie’s proud of himself.
Once the sun makes everything light, the two drag everything back inside, plopping onto Richie’s bed. Eddie stretches, yawning as he climbs under the covers.
“Can we get some sleep?” Eddie rubs his tired eyes.
“Oh fuck,” Richie exhales as he climbs into the bed as well. “Please.” he also yawns, pulling Eddie back into his arms as they quickly drift off to sleep.
#reddie#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#the losers club#it stephen king#reddie fic#dedicated to my lovely beautiful amazing sweet girlfriend#she's the best ever
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rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with
I was tagged by the ever lovely @oldefashioned
Favorite color?
Purple! I adore all shades of it. I'm also fond of various greens and pretty much all jewel tones, but purple is still my fave.
Last song? 🎧
youtube
Currently reading? 📔
Currently working my way through @libraryofgage's Stranger Things fics over on ao3. Really loving them so far. The Munson's as Addams relations is a very fun idea.
After this, I'll catch up on fic updates in my email and then go back to working my way through my marked for later stuff. lol
Currently watching? 📺
Spent some time with very dear friends/chosen family recently and caught up on some things I hadn't seen (I'm super slow to watch things on my own, partially because I really seem to prefer watching things with others). So here's what I watched on my little holiday:
The Proposal with Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock. I'm not sure why I'd never gotten around to seeing it as I adore both the mains and it has Betty White, who is always a delight. It was so much fun. Just the sort of thing I want from a rom com.
Knight and Day with Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz. A fun romp of an action comedy and a hell of a wild ride. Cameron Diaz was so fun as she gets dragged into spy stuff and shows she's rather a quick study.
Two eps of Black Mirror: San Junipero and Ashley O. Both eps were really good. San Junipero totally made me cry, but in a good way. It was just so sweet. Ashley O was a little slow at the start, but once it hits it's stride it was great.
One episode of the Amazon Prime series Solos: Leah. This episode features Anne Hathaway and was honestly amazing. She plays a physicist trying to solve time travel and it packs a hell of a punch. The premise of this anthology series is that each episode only features one actor, but it is amazing what an incredibly talented actor can accomplish all on their own. Leah tells an incredibly powerful story and I highly recommend watching it.
Madame Web. This one was a mixed bag. Fascinating premise, but the execution of the ideas was...not great. It was compelling enough that I was willing to sit through the not great parts to see what happened and the ending is solid. It's like the writers/director didn't know how to do the build up but once they hit a certain point of the story they found their rhythm and it worked a lot better from that point on.
Hunger Games Mockingjay Parts 1 and 2. I'd read the books about a decade ago and seen the first two movies, but somehow never got around to seeing the last two. I really enjoyed both. The cast is phenomenal and Jennifer Lawrence does a really good job of playing someone with C-PTSD and concussions. There were some lovely subtle shifts in her expression at times. Playing someone who is wooden when given acting directions for propaganda videos and vibrant and engaging when acting on their own is not an easy thing and she does it wonderfully. The rest of the cast is equally amazing.
Currently craving?
Ice cream. But I'll probably have a yogurt instead.
Coffee or tea?
Both! Coffee I loved hot or iced and with a bit of cream but no sugar. Tea I also love hot or iced. So far the only tea I'm not a fan of is lapsang souchong, which has a very smoky taste and scent. (as in it smells a bit like campfire and taste like liquid smoke--to me at least). Black teas I like with milk but no sweetener. Herbal teas...some I like with cream if hot (usually spiced ones) and others (particular fruit based ones) I like with nothing added. Greens, whites, pu erhs, and oolongs I generally like plain, though I do like to add cream to spiced teas as I really like how the cream flavor interacts with the spices.
As usual, I'm gonna just say that if you feel like playing, please consider yourself tagged by me. Please do tag me if you decide to play along. I love learning about all y'all.
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What sort of coffee would each of the ROs drink? There's always atleast one person in every group who drinks black in public and milk and cream with a splash of coffee in private, and I wanna know who that is.
oh shit im gonna go make some coffee
Klaus: Prefers tea, since if he was drinking coffee he'd be hopped up on caffeine jitters 24/7. No milk or sugar for the tea, a bit of both for the rare occasion of coffee
Ira: it's basically all milk and sugar but dear god is the coffee strong. the amount of milk is vitally necessary to prevent a heart attack. it's like 8 straight espresso shots in there. (modern au, the baristas think they're insane but they're so nice about it u simply can't be mad)
Val: probably the most 'average' sugar to coffee ratio. enough milk to change the color, nothing crazy. but if they knew about flavored syrups, their life would change forever. they're putting blueberry in there, shouldn't work but it does
Connie: is the one you're looking for. generally they drink it with maybe a scoop of sugar, piping hot and black as tar. but they preferred it much sweeter and creamier when they were younger, and when they visit their family, it's what they're given without question
Kat: is one of those snobs who thinks adding milk and sugar to coffee ruins the taste. "if you have to add things, it's not good coffee". the fucked up thing is, if she ever makes you a cup, she's actually right
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🖊️ 🩹 🔱 ☕️ for merry?
Hiii!
🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?
Yes! They have the two tattoos that the game allows without buying another with fate (alas. I do not have money to buy fate). They have a chess piece tattoo (originally drawn as the black knight, but now in my own little canon outside of the ingame text I write it as a red ram piece, since one of the extra pieces described in some text about chess in the neath is a ram! And their other tattoo is the scar in the sky (ow). I'd totally get them more if I could.
OH! And they have two more tattoos technically in the sunless sea timeline (which to me takes place a few years after they completed their ambition)
I believe it was the wheel and a zee monster?
🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?
Surprisingly even with how many times they've gotten gravely injured and died, Merry somehow hasn't completely fucked themself up. Probably because they keep using shapeling arts, but somehow that also hasn't messed them up in any way and they still seem very human.
Despite that, it's not bad enough to really affect them too much but they have back pain from the horrible slouch they had while soulless, and often get headaches from previous head injuries that caused them to die.
Mentally, they have ADHD, but of course that term didn't exist yet so they don't even know 💀
🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?
They can swim fairly well, as they grew up near ocean on the surface. They don't swim that often anymore unless it comes to. Emergencies such as shipwrecks. Or when traversing the sea of spines.
☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?
This enby drinks straight up black coffee with nothing added. They practically run off the drink. But as well, they often drink black teas. It's just not their favored drink, since they prefer coffee.
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42 - Never Truly Gone
Part 43
Gemini Runaway
Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality
It was the middle of the night where Nik and I ventured into the space that the witches attempted to kill our children a few months ago. I was wearing a red leather thrown over a tan tea shirt jacket, dark blue with some black combat boots. My hair was thrown up in a messy ponytail. He paused in his steps searching around for the werewolves that were apparently supposed to be here. “Where is she? Where is this witch who dares craft moonlight rings without my permission?”
He looks around to find Cassie, and is startled when he finally hears a voice call out to him. “Niklaus. I've been expecting you.”
The three of us followed her inside and sat down at a table with three chairs. She poured tea looking at Nik and I. “I must offer my condolences on the tragic loss of your child.”
“Wasn't it your coven who threatened her life?” He asked her when she slides over two cups of tea to us. “Is that tea your idea of a peace offering?”
The witch asked him back. “Chamomile has lots of healing properties. Did you know that it is also a flowering plant?”
Klaus points out to her while I took a few sips of the tea sensing off about the woman across from me. “I did. The plants grew wild near my boyhood home. But, neither the tea, nor your botanical musings explain the reason why you've taken it upon yourself to forge new moonlight rings.”
Cassie smiled looking my way. “I assumed that was obvious. An alliance between the wolves and the witches would restore balance to our home.”
Nik was still suspicious. “Well, that's a lofty goal for a teenage girl.”
“Long ago, the witches and the wolves were at peace. Then came the vampires. A plague made flesh, a curse on this earth. You have no humanity, and so you punish those who do. Witches have a coven, werewolves have a pack, and so we are a constant reminder of everything that you have forsaken. Creatures such as you will always hate the living, and so we will always have to defend ourselves. The rings level the playing field. If we are united, nothing can stand against us.” Cassie explained tapping the sides of her tea cup.
Klaus tries to keep his cool. “It's an ambitious strategy. But allow me to offer a few words of advice, if I may be so bold? New Orleans is a vicious place, and your enemies are everywhere. Behind your back, before your eyes. You will need to remain vigilant against those who would seek to destroy you, some of whom you may never see coming.”
“I see you seem to be attracted to the bad boys, Raelyn.” The Cassie witch with the short black hair raising a brow at me.
“How exactly do you know my name?” Giving her a confused look I didn’t understand considering I didn’t introduce myself or anything.
She smiled while taking a sip of her tea. “I’ve heard the rumors of an ex witch who was born a siphon and was turned into an abomination herself. Half witch and half vampire. Something like that should exist.”
“Chamomile. It's the same tea my mother made. How I loathed it.” Nik interrupts our silence.
Cassie seems amused. “Would you have preferred mint?”
He leaned back in his chair beginning to rant off about how much he didn’t like his mother. “You know, she was insane, my mother. No, it's true. She believed we were abominations. "A curse on this earth, stretched out over generations," is how she put it. But, she was the true monster. She changed her children, stole our innocence, made us vampires, condemned us to an eternity of bloodlust, and then acted as if we were to blame.”
“Cassie, was it? His mother had attempted to kill me in a ritual to wipe out her children she claimed to be monstrous from the face of the planet. So I must agree with him that his mother was not someone who considered others' wishes.” I glared at her sitting my tea cup down clutching my hands into fists.
Cassie grumbled at him. “She sounds awful. Are you building to a question, Niklaus?”
He pauses glancing in my direction where we both shared the same confusion on our faces. That was the second time she had called him by his full name which was strange. “You use my full name, as though we are familiars. I find it insulting. Before she deed, a witch revealed that your coven was under my mother's influence. Does she speak to you now?”
Cassie smiles back. “She doesn't have to - I know exactly what she would say. She would tell you to go to your room for being so rude.”
Nik loses his temper and slams his hand over Cassie's, and stares Cassie in the eye before some wolves were already waiting outside the open doors. “It's okay. Niklaus and Raelyn were just leaving.”
Nik growled still angry. “I will happily kill them all!”
Cassie warned him. “Then, you will have murder members of the very pack you still hope to someday lead. Besides, there's no need for bloodshed. We can always resume this discussion another day. Goodnight, Niklaus. We will speak again soon.”
Spinning on my feet I followed my boyfriend until Cassie grabbed my arm holding me back for a brief moment. “Raelyn, you must know that children are a gift. But some aren’t meant to have as much power as yours would have if they had survived.” She released my arm disappearing back into her space.
We vamped back to the compound seeing Elijah was waiting for us. Slumping down in a chair at one of the tables I eyed my husband. “Why would she say something like that? I mean…it can’t possibly be…”
“It is worse than we thought.” Nik breaks the neck off of a bottle of wine. “I met the witch, Cassie. I studied her, her presence, the way she carried herself. The fervor with which she voice her hatred of our kind. I looked into that girl's eyes, and, I swear to you, Elijah, she's just just guided by our mother. She is our mother.”
Elijah stood stunned. “What is happening?”
Klaus snarled through his bared teeth. “I'm going to kill her. I will boil her bones and feed them to the dogs, if that's what it takes.”
Elijah tries to interrupt him. “Niklaus -“
“What? What could possibly be more important than the return of our mother?” Nik raised his tone towards his brother throwing his hands up after sitting down his bottle of beer on the table beside me.
Elijah immediately declared towards him. “...Our father. I saw him standing there in the flesh, as you do now. He was enslaved with some spell cast by Davina. He holds the stake. If she chooses to release him…”
“Wait what…” Flipping my hair around my shoulders when I completely spin around in my chair scared that he was telling the truth. That if Esther and Mikael were back that meant our lives were in more danger than we had ever faced in our lives at the moment. “You’re joking right. Please tell me that you are kidding me..cause their is no way that he’s alive. Nik, shoved the white oak into his heart. Esther, was stabbed by Alaric.”
“But in this life. Dead doesn’t ever truly mean dead, Raelyn.” He trailed off eyeing the hybrid.
Nik huffed slumping his shoulders in determination. “Well, then there's only one question we need to ask, isn't there? Which of our parents do we kill first?”
“I’d say Esther since she is coming after our children. She’s draining us with every moonlight ring she creates after the next.” Immediately responding to his response I didn’t hesitate to wait for his brother's reply.
Nik rested his hands on the back of my chair where our eyes meet and remained fixed on each side deeply. "As much as I would like to agree with you that my mother is first. We have to remember that Mikael has the stake that can kill everyone in my sire line." He dropped down on his knees beside my chair resting a hand to my cheek. "Including you now, Rae."
"Nik, I don’t want to be afraid anymore. That’s what I adore about being a heretic.” Placing my hand on his shoulder I vamped upstairs away from the pair. Slamming the door shut with magic I flopped down on the bed throwing my hair around in a mess.
Someone knocked on the door slowly entering the room where I lifted myself up seeing Nik coming over and sitting down beside me. “You have nothing to fear, my siphon queen.”
“If we don’t kill him or manage to get the stake then our daughters will grow up without their parents forever.” Sitting upright I hugged my knees to my chest fearing the worst if we didn't stop him.
Nik turned my chin so I’d look him in the eye with his thumb and index finger. “Hey, you will have nothing to fear. We will defeat him together. As always we promised, together forever.”
Nodding my head I laid my head against his chest gasping sharply suddenly when someone entered my mind. “Nik ah!”
Frantically looking around I was inside a small hut where I headed for the door not seeing Nik anyway. Kicking it opened I was left in the middle of the woods not recognizing anywhere I was at. There was the sound of roost coming my direction where I shoved my fangs seeing there was a woman with dark brown hair and dark eyes. “I have been wondering when I would get to meet you, Raelyn Lane.”
“Who the heck are you and how do you know my name? Where are we?” I spat questions off the tip of my tongue becoming completely paranoid on what exactly was going on.
The strange woman came towards me and raised her hands from her sides. “My name is Dahlia. My sister was named Esther. I assume you already know about her. As for how I know you, my magic allows me to sense the powerful witch magic of another.”
“You wouldn’t be the first witch to sense other witches' magic. But that doesn’t answer all my questions. So I suggest you start talking before I rip you.” I growled clutching my hands into fists.
Dahlias smirked at me. “Ah you’ve got quite a temper to go with your power. I must say your daughter will be troubled when she inherits that from you. Alongside that hybrid you claim to love. She will be more dangerous than you ever imagined.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My daughter is dead.” I lied through my teeth knowing that no one could know she was alive along with her sisters.
Dahlia stomped forward getting in my face before I got knocked out. “I’ll be coming for her soon enough.”
Grabbing my head I sat upright on the bed seeing that Nik was hovering above me with pure panic scattered across his face. “Rae…thank god. What happened..you were fine and then you passed out in my arms.”
“I…I have no idea. I woke up in the middle of the woods with a strange woman who said her name was Dahlia. And she…she knows about one of our daughters. She can sense her magic, Nik.” Running my fingers through my hair, my chest was heaving up and down.
His blue eyes scanned over me not seeing anything hurting me now. He pulls me into his chest wrapping his arms around me. “Then I’ll call Rebekah and have her find another witch. We will go visit your father and check on the twins. We won’t let anyone come after any of them.” Pressing my head against his heart I didn’t want anyone to harm my children.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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welcome in, just step through the coffin and we’ll get started here.
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oh don’t mind the bats, or the cats…or the snakes- y’know just stop looking around your making me anxious.
“here have a cup of tea- or coffee whatever you prefer.”
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“i’m roro or cupid whichever you truly prefer, some call me nex.
i am 17+ and black, yes this blog is ran by a black person, i’m nonbinary and i use he/him pronouns. don’t let my feminine look discourage you.”
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“i’m kinda mainly on here to read fanfics and get inspiration for my own ocs, but i will chat with a few of you ! please don’t be afraid to talk to me, you have nothing to fear i’m very nervous when talking to people.”
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“i do have some do’s and don’ts please let’s go over them shall we.”
🍓do’s!
🍓 talk to me ! make jokes with me be silly i don’t mind !
🍓 tone tags aren’t necessary ? but can occasionally be appreciated.
🍓 tag me in things ! as long as it’s appropriate !
🍓 please be at least ! 16+ when talking to me, i turn 18 next year and i dun know how i’d feel talking to anyone younger then that.
(will be added to)
🍋 don’t!
🍋 don’t be weird and sexual towards me i’ll probably end up blocking you (apologies)
🍋 if I mention my weight or height to you don’t bring it up ever again unless the conversation calls for it.
🍋 if i mention i wanna be silly goofy and run around in a cat ears+tail (or bunny ears+tail) to match don’t shame me 🧍🏾 that’s- rude
🍋my replies are sometimes sucky so don’t- get on me for it- i try as hard as possible to be timely with my replies and i will apologize.
🪷 “some media i’m into is! Kubz Scouts in YouTube! anime (Jjk, Hokkaido gals !, Yuri on ice, when Marine was here etc!) erm think that’s it off the top of my head..i do enjoy children’s and teen shows like, Doc Mcstuffins, Octonots, Gravity Falls Amphibia, etc.”
🪷 “I skateboard and skate but on a temporary break due to ann indecent were i kinda ruined my knees it doesn’t pain me to walk just, i limp and my knees go out, i don’t write write cause i don’t like my writing skills anymore.”
🪷 “i’m a tea enjoyer mainly Earl grey. four spoons of sugar a little bit of honey and some almond milk, crepes and strawberries i love sweets mainly cakes and cookies !!”
🪷 “frankly that’s it. random information.. err January 25th is my birthday goodbye!!”
(ps. Don’t mind the song)
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FFXIV Write Prompt #23: Suit
(still taking part in this unofficially. not adhering to any of the rules or what have you's. just here for fun because writing is a passtime i enjoy greatly)
“And you think that’s a good idea?” Haellen said softly, sipping her tea. Watching the walking hot topic that was her mother lean casually against the half-wall that separated the kitchen with a smile
“Of course sweetie! I mean look at you. You’re a beautiful woman, you’d look great in a dress!” Idreone said with a smile “Nothing too fancy. Just something that’ll compliment your frame and features” She said with a nod “Maybe a long black dress with a veil? Some good makeup to really make your face really pop”
Haellen placed the tea cup and saucer on the table in front of her and sighed “Mother you know i hate dresses. And more to the point, you know I hate putting makeup on” She crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair “This really sounds like you’re trying to get me to wear some of your old clothes and makeup more than anything” Haellen chuckled softly “I’d much prefer a nice suit. Maybe in brown…” She leaned forward ”No!. Red!” Haellen tilted her head and raised brow “Maybe blue?”
“But you’ve always looked so cute in dresses! I bet if you wore one now you’d knock everyone dead with how good you’d look!” Her mothers enthusiasm for the dress never faded. Her attempts at saving money barely subtle “And so what if i happen to have a dress that would fit that description. And just happen to have some makeup you could use”
Haellen sighed softly “It's not going to happen mother” She wasn’t annoyed, the smile on her face certainly conveyed that “I have the money to get such a thing. Don’t worry”
“But it's better to save money don’t you think so?” The frugality of idreone never ceased, if money could be saved. It would be saved
“Mother please” Haellen laughed softly “It's my wedding, I don't mind paying some gil out of pocket for some nice clothes that I might only ever wear once. I certainly need an excuse to spend it other than ‘I needed materials’ or ‘My research demanded it’ …Besides, i have a friend who might be able to help me for very little cost”
“Oh?” Idreone raised a brow, the smell of saving coins thick in the air “Does this mysterious friend have a name?”
Haellen shook her head and cupped the saucer in her hands once more “I don’t think he’ll give family discounts” She chuckled and sipped her tea “He’s a fairly well renowned renaissance man. Business and gil are his two forté’s, and he just so happens to be one of the best weavers this side of eorzea”
Her mother gasped “You know oqu raqu!?”
“B-Bless you?” Haellen had never heard that name in all her life
“Oqu raqu! He’s a very famous tailor from ul’dah. He makes some of the finest clothing ever to grace your skin! Or so they say they’re a little too expensive for me personally” Idreone gulped her coffee down “I can’t believe you knew such a famous weaver and never told me!”
“I-I don’t” Haellen added with an awkward smile “I’ve never heard of him” She laughed softly “No his name is sig and he’s wonderful. You’d like him. He’s very pretty”
“...I’ve never heard of this man before, are you sure he’s famous and not trying to scam you?” Idreone went silent for a moment before continuing “And don’t you mean handsome?”
“No, I mean pretty. His makeup would make any woman jealous and his hair looks like it's made of silk. I’m sure he’d be delighted to help me with the wedding” As if she didn’t owe him several millions of gil from all the gifts he’s dropped on her head. What was one more favour?
“I don’t know… I’ve never heard of this fellow. And it sounds sketchy as all hells. Surely you wouldn’t let someone that close to your body?” Idreone had her doubts. Ul’dah can be an unsavoury place afterall
“Oh, hush” Haellen shook her head “You worry too much. Besides, I don't have to worry about any potential advances. He only has eyes for one tall blonde combatant” That was a revelation that still surprised her
“I mean yes but ul’dah can be dangerous” Idreone said simply “It would be easy for someone to pose as him”
Haellen smirked a little at the idea of someone trying to imitate sig. How they’d ever manage to have his build and looks combined would be worthy of commendation alone “I think he’s a little too eccentric to imitate” Haellen said with an amused smirk “Besides. He’s based out of Limsa not Ul’dah” She added with a raised finger before sipping her tea again “I think a combination of being two well known there and also being a high profile member of the maelstrom and several guilds combined would deter anyone from trying to swindle me” She nodded
Idreone wasn’t so convinced “Maybe… I’m just worried”
“It's about my injuries isn’t it?” Haellen raised a brow. The scar still fresh over her eye… And the pain in her ribs only slightly dulled
“No…” Idreone brought her mug up to her lips and looked away “Okay. Only slightly” She mumbled before sipping it
“I told you i’m fine, i’ve been fully cleared by the sharlayan medical staff to return to adventuring” Haellen held back a sigh “I’m. Fine” Fine was certainly A descriptor that could be used in a situation
“Well i’m sorry that the only correspondence i received from my daughter after months of silence was her apparently fiancé, trying to hammer our door down in the early hours of the morning, out of breath and slightly shaken telling us that you were out cold and barely responsive… I mean really you got ENGAGED without telling me or your father!?”
“It was all very sudden” Haellen said calmly “One moment we were talking. The next I was asking him to marry me” She shrugged and sipped her tea “The next i was off to save the world. Hardly time to write a letter or visit and say that i was engaged”
“Oh well at least it was you who asked him, i’m a little less upset about that now” Idreone laughed “I thought he had asked you to marry him”
Haellen laughed “Oh no it was me, my possible death certainly made me think about those things”
“Well I'm just glad you dying didn’t happen, otherwise I'd have been quite upset. I mean really could you imagine not writing to us for months and then you go and kick the bucket? I’d be so angry” Idreone had her priorities set straight. She knew what her daughter had become, and knew that no amount of worrying or pleading would stop her from putting 100% of herself into being the hero of the world… And she was proud for it. Even if it terrified her that she’d attend her funeral one day
“Honestly i was a little worried you would have chastised me for that instead of marrying without having ever met my would-be husband” Haellen laughed “How was he anyway? I heard he stayed a little while, what did you think of him?”
“Oh he was quite nice actually. Very understanding of our panic and offered to explain as much as he knew to possibly help calm our worries. Your father and I were quite surprised honestly” Idreone sipped her coffee “We expected it to be a lady friend”
Haellen burst into a coughing fit after trying to sip her tea while her mother talked “A woman!?... Whhhhhhhy?”
“Well yes! You always seemed to get along with ladies much better than any of the boys in gridania” She said simply “And all the times we’ve seen you before you were accompanied by that y’shtola lass. Or one of your other lady friends” Idreone said simply “We thought you’d have tried to court them. Or one of them would approach us as your would be suitor”
“I…” It actually made a lot of sense when haellen thought of it, whenever she visited home she did always have a lady in tow. Usually y’shtola “Well… That’s certainly an interesting thought. But no!” Haellen cleared her throat, tears in her eyes from choking on her tea “I’ve never looked at a woman like that before… Come to think of it i’ve never looked at a man like that either…” Her thoughts trailed off before she shook her head and got back on topic “Well not until nero at least”
Idreone shrugged “Well. That’s egg on my face isn’t it?” She laughed softly “Well we got off topic. So tell me” She walked over and sat on the couch opposite of haellen “What are your plans for this wedding?”
Haellen thought for a moment “Well… I think I'll find a nice suit… Its probably going to be a private affair anyway. Not at the chapel of the twelve. Somewhere we both enjoy where we can be surrounded by friends and family” She nodded “I think that would suit us well”
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ummm ok some of my jean-paul headcanons for the tumblr crowd
- french on his dads side swiss on his bio-mom’s side raised in america for the most part and doesn’t know about his swiss side but since JPLV Sr. is french himself jean-paul grew up knowing some of the language. it wasn’t a result of teaching by the Order insofar as JPLV Sr. was a member of the Order. no accent but his dad has one
- talking about canon here: not a practicing catholic for most of his life until leslie brings up how the nativity represents the arrival of love on earth and he remembers that and starts looking into really connecting with faith partially to make sense of the Order’s purposes. it becomes a way he helps himself heal from cult abuse
- disorganized cluttered mess. its canon that he leaves clothes and books and garbage and day old food everywhere in his apartment and sleeps on a floor mattress as per the average college experience but i don’t think he’s that good at keeping a neat space anyway. for a while he’d order a pizza and it’d be his meal for 3 days. when he gets hungry he just takes a slice off the floor pizza
- keeps a journal sporadically after azrael annual 3 (the sacred fuxking texts). is genuinely and particularly into trashy old pulps and spaghetti westerns and bad black and white tv shows and horror films, also canon but i think its a persistent trait.
- coffee > tea and he likes that shit plain as can be. like just a black coffee with cream and sugar added
- majority fan of 70s rock when it comes to music (queen, ELO, XTC, and the like. canon beatles fan to some degree. its a very real possibility he named his cat after one of those vile br*tish men). i don’t think he’s a huge musichead but he has preferences
- the reason theres so much inconsistency with what he knew of the Order of St. Dumas before and after he went to switzerland is because his memories of his childhood are very repressed; after the System’s activated things start coming back slowly and spottily over time, especially with certain triggers (for example, apparently knowing nothing of the Order before becoming aware of the System, but later on after a while of Azrael, remembering JPLV making him eat a live baby frog for St. Dumas’ day while talking to leslie about christmas)
- during the azbats era the fake voice he put on to imitate bruce lingered a bit in regular conversation as jean-paul
yeah 👍
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@atlaschrxnicles:
Hey, Xavi - I've already prepared some tea for you. Don't worry about missing Wednesday, we all could use a little extra nap here and there. Thursday was fine. It was hilarious watching yall panic over nothing. I just updated Rex & Co and added a little time bomb that'll go off in a few days. Don't worry about that though.
Oh, I have a blog now if you wanna chat directly.
-- The Chronicler
oh, brilliant. writes a man, who is not called xavier. time bombs. sounds fantastic.
then he stops, stills his pen a little. sighs. sets it down.
it wasn't like he disagreed with what he'd just written; no, not in the slightest. in fact, were you to approach this man on the street and enquire as to the things in life he must greatly did not like, it would not be long before time bombs appeared on that list. it would probably be just a little under weird people who approach one on the street and enquire as to personal matters of specific hatred, in fact.
and a long, long way under angels.
god.
angels. fuck those guys.
'xavier' sighs once more, this time somehow both through his nose and his gritted teeth. it was an art he'd perfected long into the early stages of his existence-- so, judging by the clock designated specifically for this purpose now hanging with an array of similar others on the wall- about less than a week ago.
god, what a less-than-a-week that had been.
this was, it had to be said, all getting horrifically off track. the real issue here was that 'xavier' only had the faintest clue about what the hell this person was going on about now.
blogs?
what blogs?
he was sure he'd heard something in his less-than-detailed instructions of running this place about blogs, but there'd been absolutely no specififications beyond a vague sense of 'oh, you know, you'll figure it out'- which he had not.
even if there were blogs involved, how was he to traverse them? was this link to mean something? was he to cut this letter open into a hole big enough to step inside and try it that way?
this whole thing was giving him a headache.
for the third time in as many minutes, 'xavier' sighs. he caps his trusty fountain pen and assigns it back into its slot on his belt and shoves the Chronicler's latest letter deep inside one of the deep inside pockets of his waistcoat.
there was a door facing him- a wooden one, with a rounded handle, painted in a sort of pale, chipped paint that was beginning to flake away at the edges. it was a door that had tormented him for as long as he knew, because it never went anywhere.
which was, first of all, ludicrous. surely every door went somewhere? not this one. no, sir.
you walked through it, and you wound up back in the same room. over and over. not a repeating pattern of identical ones or anything- no, 'xavier' had tested that out- the same room.
the worst part was, he'd seen people leave through it just fine. apparently, it was a door that only led you where you desired to go. and, supposing 'xavier' had never desired a thing in his life, he could therefore go nowhere.
which was, again, rather ludicrous.
but it was also not so ludicrous to be beyond the point of being worth a shot, was it?
after all, nobody was watching.
hello, sir or madam door. 'xavier' addresses the door, albeit mentally. or uh. whatever honorifics you prefer. i would really desire to unite up with my companion, the one who calls themself the Chronicler. so, if it would possible, may i go to meet them?
please and thank you in advance.
now feeling very silly (but a little hopeful), he pulls the door ajar and, for the first time, isn't met with the pitch black dark of nothingness beyond it. so, nonexistent heart in a very existent mouth, 'xavier' gently pulls the door aside a little further and slips silently through its gap.
#'xavier'#if i write this mans name as xavier ONE MORE TIME--#anyway what if meeting you was the first thing i ever wanted (and we were both tea enjoyers)#godDAMN I apologise abt the lenght of this in retrospect#long post#there we go
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