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We, as a community, should not forget the OG baby-faced assassin of f1, The Iceman, Kimi Raikkonen’s first win in Malaysia GP 2003.
#kimi raikkonen#kimi räikkönen#malaysia 2003#i’m feeling a little petty#towards that recent fam tree that’s going around#the dads they gave this driver is my notp and these are the same ppl that claim he’s the new kimi so??? got me confused there#anyway… just dont forget where the nickname was first used
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Hi Mykz! I wanted to ask something about your story titles, what would you say is the meaning behind all of them? As in, what does it relate to in-universe, what's the irl inspiration, all that?
LMAOOOO okay this is rlly fun tbh, ngl this was something I was sortaaaa gonna ramble in a recording but then didn't end up, but this is honestly something I somewhattt keep track of in my blorbo notes draft so I somewhat remember them at the tip of my tongue
Either wayyyyy
The Eternal: Fallout - ngl TEF went through a shit fucking load of title changes ffs, veterans would know Egg™ (that's a story for another day) but the main predecessors before it would be A Fault in Time and Brotherhood, AFIT is basically like, hinting at Atch fucking up the time travel lmao that's pretty much it, my memory is kinda blurry on that one cuz it's been a shitass while, it remains as a title that I still rlly like til this day thou that's just unfortunately thrown into the outdated pile, Brotherhood was like, a hint towards it Rin and Jingle's bond (Rin was the protagonist lmao, but again this is another rant for another day), and some sprinkles of the Tree Fam conflict (the earliest version of it anyway) so mainly between Oak and Birch
TEF itself is funny af thou cuz like, I kinda don't recall the exact moment I even settled on it unlike POE??? I think I was just playing around titles and shit, I'm soooo sooo sure The Eternal as like, the tragedy™ is a thing for a while thou, and iirc it mainly stemmed from the concept of, okay yeah ppl keep disappearing for an infinite amount of time, an eternity, it's the eternal™, but hell I can't say for sure lol, I do vaguely remember me settling on fallout cuz one of it's meanings were *the aftermath*, so basically TEF is like, the Aftermath of Mountain Expedition Gone Wrong (in non lore terms lol)
Paradigm of Empyrean - THIS ONE is fun cuz I didn't even come up w the og titles lmaooo, the oldest ver is Mysteries of Naru (for a shit while it was called MON), but like, kinda meant as a series I think, but idr either cuz I didn't wrote crap lol, I do know it's supposedly a trilogy though, the pipeline going Paradigm of Immortality -> Sealed Fate -> Fortress of Time (almost forgot the last one wtf I had to dig my old blorbo drafts), and then as I won the custody war™ I figured I wanted it to just be the one story™ cuz there's too much unknown lore for me to make it into an expansive series, at first I just figured I'd combine it so Paradigm of Fate was the placeholder title for a while before the actual revamp™ last year where I expanded further on the constellation and afterlife shit, the empyrean as a place wasn't rlly a thing not until recently iirc,
But the most fun part abt all this is the unintentional lore connections, cuz paradigm can mean *pattern* and empyrean can mean *sky* so essentially Patterns of the Skies, aka constellations lmao
Again a lotta shit for my main stories are extremely lore heavy so the titles kinda don't make shit sense unless you know what's going on
Anyways onto the supporting stories™
Swan Feather - this one is relatively simple lol, EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU BLACK SWAN ORCHESTRAL VER FOR BIRTHING THE VERY CONCEPT OF DULCET anyways I've rambled abt this quite a lot on my ramblez acc but swan feather was made when I was basically lost™ on wtf to do w TEF tbh lmaoooo, TEF was basically in like heavy revamp era and I was kinda getting pissed and mildly losing passion over it so I just figured fuck it I'm gonna make a whole new story™ to focus on while that remains in shambles for the time being, and then at the time this miraculous mv was released around the same time and the rest is history
I can dissect everything even further but it'll take up half of this damn page atp lmao, but a lot of the swan feather concepts surrounded passion I suppose, Heron and Dulcet were basically reflections of that, w Tang initially wanting to become a warrior out of passion but eventually got obsessed w wanting to be acknowledged and climbing the ranks he just straight up lost who he is (quite literally even), the Eclipsis Empire is sorta a shorthand for trading yourself away to achieve an empty dream that you sought to achieve but losing your very initial drive to pursue it in the first place, Heron initially only fighting cuz he was put on a pedestal to fight but now he has to for the sake of his bloodline, he fights w passion of wanting to defend all he has ever known, that is what intrigued Dulcet, mf basically saw a coward but then a coward w the kinda effort and dedication that he has not seen since forever and purposefully does not kill him from the get go just to see how far this mf can go lmao
A lot of Duclet's graceful dance esque fighting style was inspired by the orchestral ver itself tbh (alongside the quote at the beginning of the mv), I'd be stuck in car rides and imagining an epic fight scene™ and then going hell I need to make a story of out this shit and then it happened lol, forever extremely extremely pissed there's no official release on Spotify, the amount of mfs I'd maul to get that on there to make the perfect SF playlist ever™, but tldr I lost passion but a song abt losing passion made me reignite passion to make a story about losing passion and gaining it back
Sundowner - this is again kindaaa the kinda shit I don't remember lmaooo but tbh sundowner wasn't even supposed to be a story anyway cuz it remained a joke for the longest time, but I still figured it deserved a title so I know wtf I am talking abt when I am talking abt the story lol, I think I just went digging up aesthetic sounding words that are fairly dark sounding and related to illegal things™ and found sundowner: "an alcoholic drink that is drunk at around the time the sun goes down", but then also "a tramp arriving at a sheep station in the evening under the pretence of seeking work, so as to obtain food and shelter" which somehow fit the whole tone of the story lol, esp the latter one cuz majority of ppl affiliated w Budgie are honestly just looking for a means to *survive* through the mess, in some sense its the Budgie Enokie dichotomy within a single title lmao
The Sun is a Star - I'm pretty sure I came up w this on a whim aswell tbh, TSIAS isn't as old as the other stories ngl, like TEF has roots in 2018, same w POE iirc, SF and SD are kinda 2020 esque things, TSIAS is like very late 2022 and early 2023 I think??? TOI has roots in 2018 too lol I'll rant abt that in that section, anyways for a while I didn't even bother expanding it into a full fledged story cuz I was just mainly toying around w the Skyble dynamic lol, in fact Cirrus and Vinca were from entirely separate stories (I don't talk abt them enough lol but they're in the main lineup if u check the site, it'll be a ramble for another day thou), before I decided I'd merge them cuz I wrote a joke esque snippet between Marble complaining to Vinca abt crushing on Skye over the phone lmao
Again it's one of those stories that almost became a tertiary story before I scrapped the notion altogether lol but it was lore heavy enough to be on the same lvl as SF and SD, the title is pretty much a hint towards how the team is mainly researching stars to be used as solar energy equivalents lol, basically the origins of stars as raw magic life forces plays into this, and I just wanted a simple catchphrase esque title that included the concept
Tales of Iridescence - this one is also rlly rllyyyyyy fun cuz the shit is like TOI has roots in 2018 for being a story I came up w a friend on Animal Jam lmao, initially it was called Friendship Tales™ (cliche af but can u tell the mlp influence), but then yeah that's the shit, it was abandoned for a rllyyyyyy long time tbh lmao like Tropiciana lvls of it's extremely unlikely I'll ever revamp this again but then suddenly Magical Girl Obsession™ and then I realize how much the concept fitted a magical girl one lol, figured I wanted to keep the Tales part of it as some way to preserve it's og vibes (like the way I did w POE), and then thought abt like shiny rainbowy things lol, Prism/Prismatic was so close to being in the title tbh but Iridescence rolled off the tongue better
Anyways onto side stories 🔥
Faldeigh Street - this is again another one w funny origins lmaooo okay so the og og og og ogggg ver of this was Where Time Meets, again roots in 2018 (damn I just kept writing shit back then), basically a cliche romcom esque story tbh, I've had so many instances of wanting it to become lore heavy but I just can't bother giving up the cheesy fluffy vibes it always had so I just left it be, Where Time Meets was a part of some trilogy esque thing thou (but then not rlly either they're meant to be sorta separate, the lineup was basically Where Time Meets, Stand by You, Wings of Dawn) but the characters eventually meet to go on this big glowlin origin adventure™ (obviously scrapped lol), this was gonna be the supposed tertiary story I kept ranting abt before TOI was a thing tbh, cuz I just wanted my old main cast to go somewhere (how TEF replaced my old main cast is another load of shenanigans lmao)
But eventually I found it too nostalgic to even make any major changes, for now it's kinda in development limbo cuz there's alotta shit I'm trying to settle, initial title rlly is just me attempting to sound poetic as a preteen tbh, like ohhh where time meets, where these ppl meet at a specific time and cross paths (aka why it was extended into where time meets destiny eventually), cuz the gist was like Maca (the protagonist lol) helped her dad run a cafeteria and then every evening around closing hour there would be this mysterious guy™ that would show up and buy coffee and coffee only lol (another ramble for another day) but again I felt like the title kept sounding rlly lengthy and lore heavy for something supposedly light hearted so I just renamed it into something simplistic like Faldeigh Street (aka where the story takes place lol), actually on second thought it'll be fun to name it Faldeigh Street: Where Time Meets Destiny as some call back anyway, like oh it's this place where ppl cross paths at a specific hour, hm I'm suddenly liking this lmaoooo
Cupid's Serenade - THIS ONE again its sorta like SD having the Budgie Enoki dichotomy this is basically between Angie and Azalea lol, Angie mainly has a cupid aesthetic and Azalea mainly has a siren aesthetic, I was 🤏 this close to naming it Cupid's Sirenade as some sorta pun but idk it looked more like a mispelled word from afar without the context lmao, again this is another one of those stories that didn't have a title for a shit while until I came up w it onna whim
Cabbage Peak - another one I came up onna whim lmaoooo so many of these titles are just me going I need a title what could work and then slap it on there as placeholder before okay this works, but then yeah cabbage peak is just me trying to find a funny ass farm land esque name, the kinda shit you'd name your stardew farm, it's intentionally reeking of stardew tbh just mildly sillier and more absurd for the vibes™
Weather Headquarters - this shit probably has roots in 2016 or even older lmaoooo but like, idk if I named it weather hq back then, I knew Cloud Island was a thing thou, iirc it was named Cloud Island lmaoooo and the weather hq was more so the actual organization (like OWL and ORCA) that did the weather bs, pretty straightforward one tbh
Homecoming - I haveeee dumped abt this so I won't ramble too much but tldr it was a TEF sequel esque thing and the concept hinged on the victims going home™ and then Lio's whole thing of going home and then Atch's whole thing of finding home among the mortal realm and Aichi returning to Naru after presumedly millenia, suddenly I realize the actual actual first ever usage before TEF was conceptualized was actually the Truffs alien AU when Corondale was on the fcking moon and it was essentially the story of Asteria attempting to bring the rockrifts back to earth LMAO that's a whole other shit for another day
All the Days had been Sunny in Tropiciana - again another rlllllyyyyy fun one, Tropiciana has always been a thing tbh like Friendship Tales lol (I think they're even from the same era), basically wanted a tropical island sounding name and my preteen ass was extremely creative™, it's basically the name of the island where the og cast had a summer camp on lol (current ver actually has them live there), anyways this one is interesting cuz again I've always wanted like, a rlly rlly long title for the absurd joke affect, it's just a funny trope I've seen around and I wanted to pull it off, and then I got reminded of like this one attempt at rewriting an old Tropiciana ch, iirc I was on my Good Omens spree™ at the point in time, and the book is known to start w "it was a nice day, all the days had been nice", so I think I started w it was a sunny day, all the days had been sunny, or something, I don't remember tbh lmao, but that's sorta the shit I eventually went w, ig there's also the indirect influence of it's always sunny in philadelphia but I've never seen the thing and only heard of the funny sitcom esque title and it reeked more like sundowner from the looks of it lmao
Anyways that's that, can't believe I ranted for like an hour straight lol worth it, first ever blorbo inquiry answer is fifty pages long 🔥🔥🔥
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Hey I saw some of your works and liked them an lot and was wondering if I could request a Dr Phantasmo x reader where the reader has extreme social anxiety and has selective mutism (which is when someone basically goes mute in certain situations normally in social ones) because I struggle with this and I sorta started simping for him recently
I got you Fam!
☆~Phantasmo with a darling with social anxiety and selective mutism~☆:
At first, i’m not going to lie, Phantasmo would first take advantage of your social anxiety and mutism (he wouldn’t know it was selective because this would be the first time you two would have met) to try to kidnap you. Yes, i know: a real jerk move of him but remember, this is Phantasmo we are talking about XD
You two would have met when you were trying to hide away in a tree because there was a very big and loud crowd
He quickly saw that as an opportunity to kidnap you and take you away from there without anyone noticing or suspecting of him
Phantasmo: Heeeey there little cutie~ what a poor little thing like you doing out here, all alone~?
He would bring you closer towards him while brushing your shoulders in a “reassuring” way with his floating hands
And since you were too scared and overwhelmed to talk, you kind of just, didn’t say anything
Phantasmo: Poor thing… you can’t even speak with this annoying crowd, can you? I know, i know… people also get on my nerves sometimes, hehe. Say, you wouldn’t scream if i were to take you out to a more calmer and safer place, very far away from here… where you wouldn’t suffer so much… would you~?
Of course, that was all an act and you probably knew that but… you really also didn’t want to take your chances to stay there, with all those people… so you kind shook your head saying no, which made the scientist grin at you
Phantasmo: Good, good~ now c’mere and follow me~
Even if it was all an act, you were kind of glad that he “saved” you from being stuck in that crowd, he probably knew that you wouldn’t get out of there by yourself
So he extended his hand to you and you took it… and then the loud noises and overall overwhelming feeling soon were a distant nightmare. His touch was cold, but your heart would feel warm with that small gesture…
But when you two got into his lab… ohohoho boy… he would laugh maniacally and lift you effortlessly and bring you over his shoulder. He would then start monologuing about how helpless you are right now and how no one would hear your pleas and bla bla bla…
But then you started crying… at first he just brushed off your fear… after all, you were just another victim to him… or were you?
Y/n: P-please… if you’re going to hurt me… can’t i at least offer to work for you…?
Phantasmo: Hmm… and how would you be useful to me~?
Y/n: I… i could… help you clean your mansion…?
Phantasmo wasn’t convinced with that but… he then proposed something else into your ear:
Phantasmo: how about this, you’ll be my lab rat and attract people for me to kidnap them and turn them into experiments… can you do that darling~?
You kind of didn’t have a choice on this… so you just shook your head saying yes. The scientist clapped his hands together and said that it was marvelous that you would be such an obedient darling…
And then, the months passed by and you two were falling in love: you would bring some people to his lab and in exchange, he would spare your life… also you would go buy some things he asked you to buy in very secluded places, where there wasn’t too much people around
He designed a pair of headphones for you to block the noise of the crowds ☺️
But also would sometimes accompany you to certain places because it wasn’t only the noise that would make you socially anxious: it was the overall feeling and vibe of crowds that made you feel like that
He would be always grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly to calm you down
Also he didn’t mind your selective mutism: it was even good because, according to him, it’s better when only one person is the talker and the other is quiet (which, by the way, he is quite the talker)
Overall… your relationship with him was pretty good!
Oh, oh and one last thing: did you watched the movie “strange love”? There’s a scene where the main antagonist shouts to everyone to shut up very loudly and everyone does when he noticed that his darling was getting uncomfortable with the noises
It would be kind of like that with Phantasmo: he has a really powerful voice when he wants everyone to look at him. And when you one day forgot your headphones and was suffering with the noises of the crowd, he immediately shouted to everyone to shut up…
Well, thing is… it worked… but it worked TOO well: now if there wasn’t any noise anymore, there was an entire crowd looking at you two… and they were not pleased…
Your mind started to race and you started hyperventilating: this was hell for you, you always hated to have the attention of a lot of people… and Phantasmo noticed that and quickly took you out of there as fast as he could…
He immediately apologized for what happened and laughed awkwardly… he didn’t thought that he would catch EVERYONE’s attention…
Phantasmo: i am deeply sorry… could you forgive me…?
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4th prompt part 2
The silence was appreciated as your mind wrapped up today's event. You had met your soulmate in a goddess of a woman. Everything you had discovered so far was perfect. You watched as she pulled a metal disk and metal stick from her pockets. The metal stick made a strange buzzing sound and glowed a faint orange at the tip as she hovered over the disk.
"What are you doing?" You asked after watching her in curiosity for a few moments. You would've let her continue as her face was quite the sight. Her eyes were sparkling with intent and her nose had the most adorable scrunch.
She stopped for a moment as you spoke as if thinking on what to say before continuing. "I'm scanning for any spider eggs in the building so we can take them with the other spiders to a planet of their own. A planet without civilisation but full to the brim with creatures they can eat. I think, the fam got them all. No, fam still doesn't seem right. The team does sound better!"
"A planet? What, are you some kind of alien?"
"Yes. Would that be a problem?" She asked. From the way her eyes sparkled, I believed her. Great, no wonder why she seemed so ethereal! So when I say, she's out of this world, it'd be a fact and not a flirtatious comment! For fuck sake, that's one of my best lines as well! Maybe I could use it when the time is right?
"Nope. After the discoveries of my life recently, that's actually the most believable thing. Please don't ask yet. However, those spider babies trust me. You aren't going to get them to listen without me. I spent at least a full 5 hours with them, they trust me more than you. Come on little Miss Sunshine, hop to it, the spiders won't wait forever." I spoke with confidence. I knew she knew, she needed me. That's why she followed me. "I'm (y/n) by the way"
"Great name! Love that name, was always one of my favourites. I've always fancied myself as a (y/n) but the faces never seem to fit it. I'm normally a John but I can't be now I'm a woman. Why don't you give me an alias for when I'm undercover?"
"Hmmm. I quite liked the name Alice and you certainly suit that name. Is there a name people call you when you aren't undercover. What do family call you?"
"Alice. I love that! I'm keeping Smith. Alice Smith. Perfect! Knew you'd be the one to help me. People tend to call me the Doctor. So do I for some reason. Wish I knew why."
This cute blonde alien was more mysterious the more we talked. She told me of how her ship goes in time as well as in space. She told me of the time of when she met Robin Hood with an older face and a companion named Clara. All this talk and I wasn't bothered once by it. I could listen and watch her all day as she talks about adventures she's been on. She puts all the theatrics on and waves her arms about with so much passion and her eyes show her emotions so clearly. But I also saw age. If she's older than she looks, just how old is she? Not that it bothers me, it's just, if she's like hundreds of years old, she's probably had other lovers and I don't know if plain old me can compete with that.
Sooner than we realised, we came towards a blue Police box. She clicked her fingers and waltzed right in. This must be her TARDIS. I walked inside with awe. The ship was beautiful inside. Like a gem hidden as an ore. The golden and blue lights perfectly reflected her personality.
"It's fucking massive Sunshine! Ya didn't warn me about walking into a football field! No wonder why thousands of spiders seemed no problem! Fucking hell!" I stated as my eyes scanned the room in front of me. Then I felt a little tug on my right trouser leg. I looked down and saw a little spider wanting my attention. I bent down and picked him up. He seemed happy to be held like that so I kept him in that position as I wondered towards the Doctor.
I had so many questions I wanted to know and I'm sure she has too. But now was not the time for that. We needed to get these spiders to their new home. I continued to watch the Doctor as she danced around something she called a console. She was pressing buttons and pulling levers and many more things until the ship made a strange wheezing noise and I was thrown off my feet. Thankfully I was caught by someone. I looked up and saw an oldish man.
"Hello Love! I can tell this your first time here. We all fell down when she first did that with us. You learn to find something to grab onto. I'm Graham by the way." Graham spoke gently but loudly over the noise of the ship. I couldn't help but giggle, my grandad used to call me Love too.
Then as quick as the ship started, it came to a gentle stop. I looked around and notice the same 2 people from earlier. The girl was smiling and laughing to something the boy mentioned. They must be old friends. I then noticed the Doctor walk towards the doors and open them just enough for her to check outside.
"Right (n/n). I'm calling you that as we are friends now. Go on, it's your first new planet and you care about these spiders more than we do so I think it's best if you check everything it perfect for them!" The Doctor spoke with excitement. She even clapped her hands for a moment, obviously not being able to control the surge of energy running through her.
I held the spider in my arms and the doors opened in front of me. I closed my eyes for a moment as the light blinded me temporarily. I could feel the warmth of a sun and the cool breeze the gently whipped past your face giving you the perfect cooling needed. The planet smelled sweet yet sour like Toxic waste sweets. I could hear many creatures making strange noises, some were doing a high pitched growl and some others were doing deep scream. Then there were nicer sounds like birds tweeting but in a lower key and something sounded like a piano, specifically an old ragtime piano.
I slowly opened my eyes and noticed the silver sky and its 4 suns in each direction. I noticed that the high pitched growl was from a small flying frog like creature and the deep scream was from a big rabbit- horse like creature that was just chewing the purple leaves off the metal looking trees. The bird like sound belonged to a small Robin like creature, but instead of a red chest it was a beautiful blue hue and it had silver eyes that sparkled just right. The Ragtime piano sound belonged to a dog-raccoon like creature that scampered away with its mouth full of the fallen berries that the rabbit-horse dropped from the leaves. The grass beneath was as black as ink and the pond to the right of me was a strange red colour.
"Well what do ya think? I personally think it's perfect but you seem to know these arachnids better than me so, I could be wrong, although, I'm not often" The Doctor spoke with eagerness. I noticed her looking at me as I took in the world around me. Why does this feel all too familiar to me? Why do I like the escapism of Earth? Why is this so, freeing?
I took a deep breath in. "Its perfect Doc. The spiders will love it here! They'll adapt pretty quickly I believe. The creatures are big enough to satisfy them. Although the sounds are a little off putting." I put the spider in my arms in the oddly cotton soft grass and watched as the thousands of others followed in its footsteps. Some carried the baby spiders and others carried the eggs. They had already found a cave to lay the eggs and started weaving some webs within 10 minutes.
Once I was happy with everything, I said my goodbyes and entered the strange ship once more. I could feel fresh tears sting my eyes like tiny hot needles. I get so attached so quickly and I noticed the string warm up and I checked on my soulmate, she was looking at me with an all too familiar look, the look of complete adoration. So the string tells me when her love for me evolves until we kiss? I mean, that's when it disappears for everyone else.
"This was great Sunshine! I had a ride of a lifetime, I really did. So I guess, you can drop me off home, I'm probably not wanted and I don't wanna ruin your team dynamic here."
"Why on Earth would you think that? I was actually wondering if you'd like to join us. Those spiders trusted you and having someone like you would really make the adventures more thrilling. Besides, I really like you and there's something special about you and I can't place my finger on it. I don't like not knowing things. If I drop these off home for a bit, would you mind if I ran some tests on you?"
"Really? Sure. I don't mind. I actually wanna know aswell. You see, I know what's special but I don't want to tell you in front of the others, its a bit embarrassing." I asked whilst blushing. She nodded her head and set the TARDIS coordinates to Sheffield. The Doctor promised she'd be back in a week and set the TARDIS to float in our solar system whilst she got to work on me.
We walked into what I can assume is some sort of med Bay. The walk had conversations about the last planet and how we thought the spiders would adjust. Eventually she sat me down on a white bed.
"So, you said you knew why you were special. I don't like cliffhangers so I'll give you a custard cream if you tell me." She said as she got a paper document and waited for me to speak.
"I don't know how or why but have you ever heard of the red string of fate story?" I asked, wondering how to word this without sounding weird. She nodded her head in understanding. "Well, when I turned 16, I could see everyone's red strings. The world was covered in red. I was confused at first until I read that story."
"Hmm. That is interesting because all stories have some truth to them. Some are exaggerated and some are exactly as said. Well that story is a good example of that. Thousands of years ago, there were 2 species of human, homo sapiens and homo spectrians. Spectrians were low on numbers in population as they'd spend almost all their life playing match maker. You'd know Spectrians as Cupids. However when battles and wars happened, Cupids were out of a job as everyone had to focus on the country and not themselves. This is where arranged marriages started happening and Cupids were becoming depressed. Eventually the Cupids decided to blend in with the humans and became virtually extinct. You might be the only Cupid left in the universe, other than Valentine himself." She explained it so well.
"Can Cupids see their own string?" I asked. She paused for a moment. Her eyes flickered between heartbroken and hopeful. I felt the string flicker between cold and toasty warm just like her eyes.
"No. Cupids weren't supposed to have soulmates. But I guess you are technically half human so maybe that makes sense. Do you know who your soulmate is?"
"She's amazing. She's like a Goddess. When I first saw her I immediately thought, She's too fucking perfect for someone like me. She incredibly smart too but, can be oblivious. I mean, I only met her a few hours ago and I'm fucking smitten with her. She reminds me of sunshines and rainbows. I'm just waiting for her to make a move." I told her. She looked at me for a moment, processing this new information. She smirked for a moment once she figured it out.
"Well my soulmate had me wrapped around her finger the second she jumped in front of a spider to save her life. A bold move like that normally makes me mad but, she did it so well. I haven't known her long but I can see me being by her side forever, travelling the stars. She reminds me of those stars actually. The way she sparkles in the light. I love you (y/n) with both of my hearts." She spoke softly as we slowly leaned in. When she finished, she planted her soft lips on mine and the red string was gone. Not that I noticed until an hour later when we picked the team up and held hands to announce our relationship.
Maybe dating a sunshine is exactly who I needed.
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Continental Divides Chapter Discussion #0: Humble Origins/Editing and Rewriting
I recently enjoyed hearing Negrek talk about the behind-the-scenes of the most recent chapter of Salvage and was inspired: I figure some of you might be interested in hearing some of that type of thing for Divides, too. CD touches on some pretty complicated subjects (historical events and politics and glazed-over-science) that are worth teasing apart a little more. So I’m going to start slowly adding in some chapter reflection posts! Keep in mind that these will probably be full of spoilers, and you’ll want to get caught up before you read em.
If you want to hear me talk about something specific, feel free to shoot me a question.
(By the way, if you’re not reading Salvage yet—fam, get on my level. I’d describe it as a black humor odd-couple tale of … friendship??? Hm, that’s definitely not the right word, is it? Anyway! Featuring: an absolute goblin of a pokemorph, dismemberment, corruption, and Very Good Decisions. And lovely prose, by the way.)
With that, let’s get into it!
(CD spoilers below!)
Art by Giulia Bernardelli
From Humble Origins
I’ve mentioned before that Mark and Natalie were my first original characters. They were side characters in my first ever fic from … god, 2003 or 2004-ish? So in many ways, they’ve grown up with me.
I learned about fanfic shortly after Ruby and Sapphire came out in the US, so of course baby OSJ had to try her hand at a Hoenn journey fic. I’m really sad that I don’t have a copy of the original text anymore because it was hilariously bad. You see, Brendan and May had to run away from home (instead of just … journeying like every other trainer?) because they were IN LOVE (after, like, a day and a half at most) but their parents WOULDN’T LET THEM BE TOGETHER. The story featured dazzling moments of creative genius like … Brendan and May “sneaking” into Rustboro at the wee hour of 10 am, whereupon May ran into a lamp post somehow.
Later, Mark and Natalie appear to yell at our poor heroes and then at each other. Lots of yelling. In their first inception, Mark and Nat were basically discount Jesse and James but with less dress-up and queer subtext. Mark had a glorious moment of running while dragging his feet (?). Also, during a double battle against Brendan and May, I forgot about his zubat, so it fainted because “it was tired from flying,” despite having no feet and despite taking zero hits during the fight. Then Mark took shelter from the rain under a tree, where Natalie yelled at him some more and decided for both of them that they had to team up “temporarily” to get the red and blue orbs back from those meddling kids or something. I had grand plans for this whole plot where Natalie would kidnap May to get the orbs, but then May would end up in Magma’s hands (like a human hot potato), and Brendan would have to rescue her??? Something, something, Mark and Natalie see the error of their ways and team up to help Brendan and May … do stuff?
Anyway, I never finished it, and that’s definitely for the best.
I did revisit Mark and Natalie a few years later, though, this time for a story of their own called Out of Hand. I didn’t finish that one either, but I do have the original text this time (plus snarky comments and a “review” from me ten years after the fact). I can’t honestly tell you it was … good. Maybe good-for-a-highschooler. But! When I stumbled upon it again in 2018, there was enough in it that almost worked that I started to think about how I’d handle those themes and characters as an adult.
A lot has changed since then, but that 2010 draft of Out of Hand established some of the skeleton of Continental Divides. For example, that was when Archie became Natalie’s brother to help explain how she got involved in Aqua. I decided to keep that structure because it was a good way to let Natalie start as a neutral party/reader proxy and then quickly become embroiled in the conflict. It was also the first time Mark’s sister appeared, though I don’t think I’d decided what to do with her at the time except to use her as decorations in his angsty dreams, haha. His smoking habit also started in 2010. I, too, thought he’d quit “years ago,” in literal real time. Jokes on me—it turned out to be a useful way to signal the start of him losing control, the negative influence of Cora/Magma in his life, his hypocrisy, and his guilty feelings about things he’s burned. Scarlet appeared for the first time in this draft, too. I think I was equal parts trying to humanize Archie and to write my way through feelings about growing apart from/pining for someone. Her backstory took up a disproportionate number of pages in the old draft, but I liked the idea of keeping her around as a figure who could complicate Natalie’s relationship with Aqua and with Archie. The 2010 has a couple fights between Mark and Natalie that I respect for bringing real danger to the protagonists ... but also can’t help laughing at. They literally fight until they tumble over a waterfall, like a cartoon. Silly as those scenes are, you can also see how they laid a foundation for scenes like the fight in Chapter 9.
CD is basically me responding to Out of Hand with, “I see you and I raise you.”
2010-OSJ had some vague feelings about inequality and environmentalism, but none of it was very well thought-out. She mostly wanted to tell an enemies-to-lovers story, in part because she thought she was living in one IRL. Nowadays, I’ve got a lot of feelings about climate change, political divisions, activism and responsibility, corporations, policing, and whether or not violence is a good answer to certain kinds of questions. Hoenn is a safe space to explore those feelings. (It’s got pokemon, so it’s inherently more fun, right???)
Kyogre and Groudon are such obvious parallels to sea level rise/more intense storms and rising temperatures/wildfires respectively that I couldn’t resist. And in Magma/Aqua I see a lot of parallels to political conflicts happening in the US right now. The far left and the far right don’t share a vision of what a “better world” would look like, but they do share a mutual mistrust of “the swamp” and all the ways the government tag-teams with corporations to dunk on ordinary people. I’d love to believe that someday we could team up across the aisle to fight corruption together. It’s certainly hard to imagine how we could get to a better world with one half of the country pitted against each other … Something has got to give eventually, probably not peacefully.
My versions of Magma and Aqua aren’t exact parallels to the US political left and right—both are pretty left-leaning, for one—but I still find a lot of hope in the idea of two enemies from rival factions learning to (eventually) care for one another and work together towards common goals. At the very least, it’s something I can manifest and control on the page, and that makes me feel better about all the things I can’t control.
Editing and Rewriting
My first attempt at Continental Divides was inarguably an improvement on earlier versions of Mark and Natalie … but it still took quite a bit of rewriting to get to the draft that’s available to read now. The first draft in 2018 opened with what’s now Chapter 3, the protest in Rustboro. I had the right idea with “starting at the beginning,” but starting with an action scene was the wrong move: we didn’t know enough about Natalie to care when she was in trouble or to understand why she was making any of those choices. Moreover, even though the political content is important, this is ultimately still an enemies-to-lovers story: the beginning needed to center Mark and Natalie’s relationship. You know, to establish some interest before it all implodes. The next attempt ran a little long, though, and the current version condenses their initial meeting and Nat’s backstory much better. Maybe the next time I start a new project I’ll have an easier time knowing what makes a good starting point, but this time there was a lot of swinging back and forth to find a balance.
If you’re interested in seeing how my first chapter changed over time, you can see that here.
I’m really happy to have a first chapter I know is a solid representation of the subject matter, tone, and writing level of the later chapters. Getting stuck in an editing loop is a real danger … but if you’re ever going to edit part of your fic, let it be the first chapter. A good first chapter is critical to keeping potential readers onboard. I can tell from feedback that I’ve stuck the landing now.
Hope you enjoyed this not-so-little reflection on the origins of this story!
Some music (Spotify links):
Night of the Long Knives - Everything Everything
MMMMHMMMMM - Four Fists
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You can still be happy; 13th Doctor x child reader
Author’s note
Hey guys I want to present to you all yet another Doctor who request. This time this comes from an anon who requested this a while ago I think around the summer time so to the anon who requested this, thank you for your patience and I hope I ended up delivering to you. Now be warned there is CHARACTER DEATH so this will mostly be ANGST, but there is some fluff within so it’s half and half. But I hope you all enjoy this little fic until the next update :)
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It should never have happened. It shouldn’t have gone down like that, but yet it did. After the attack on the Daleks, the Doctor shut herself out from the team, her fam. She returned them back to their home in 2020 before leaving them behind to travel through the space time continuum.
“Oh (y/n). Why did you do it? There was another way, why did you have to sacrifice yourself like that so recklessly?” she sat down on top of the stairs and pulled out the special photo-locket and unlocked it to reveal the picture that they took together shortly after her regeneration.
It always became a tradition of theirs to keep a picture each time either of them regenerated as sorta keepsake. But now the Doctor would forever be haunted at looking her last ever regeneration, in the body of a 19 year old.
“Why? Why did you have to do that? You insane girl. My insane girl.” She switched on a few gears before allowing the TARDIS to basically fly in auto-pilot mode. The Doctor continued to stare down at the picture heartbroken and filled with regret, when suddenly a jolt of the TARDIS knocked her right off the step. “What in the world?”
She quickly raced over and saw that the TARDIS was starting to spark out.
“Ow! Alright ol girl what was that for?” she said as she tried to take back manual control but the TARDIS was actually refusing to give up auto-control. Smoke and fire began to rise and shoot out till suddenly the TARDIS came to a halt and stopped moving. “Now what?” the TARDIS sparked out twice, “Don’t take that tone with my missy!”
She then walked away from the console towards the doors as she muttered.
“Now just where did you take me?” she opened the doors and she stepped out to see that she was just a few yards away from the backyard of a house. Now it wasn’t a giant palace or a mansion, it was more like a—homey cottage-type like house. Two story brick home with a fairly large patio and a backyard that appeared to be decorated for something.
She could see a young ginger haired woman setting down a cake and a young sandy blonde haired man putting up some decorations around a few trees or around the backyard.
“Decorations all set you two?” a curly haired blonde woman said as she came out with two neatly wrapped gifts.
“Almost done, Rory you got the pinata ready?” the ginger haired woman said in a heavy Scottish accent.
“Yes, but remind me again why we got one again?”
“Because this is her first birthday here on Earth and we should give her an earthly tradition.”
“Plus she’s always wanted to know just why children of your Earth hit a decorative donkey.”
“What are you doing?” she heard a small voice say beside her. The Doctor jumped softly and looked down to see a young girl with short auburn hair and brownish/green eyes. She looked to be about 4-6 years old but her eyes showed much wisdom behind that innocent child face.
“Oh I was just, I mean my—” she hesitated to say the word TARDIS because she didn’t know if this child could handle something like that. “My ride. Sorta broke down on me and I was trying to see if I could find some help.”
“I see. Well if you’d like I can show you to my papa. He’s great at fixing things, fixed one of my toys one time.”
“I’ll bet he is, but I think this might be out of your father’s league.”
“You never know. He’s a really good inventor when he wants to be. One time we got stuck somewhere without our ride and he was able to get it back by using some old oil lamps and a spinning wheel.” The Doctor looked down at the child curiously. Surely she didn’t mean that, I mean sometimes children did tend to exaggerate on certain things so she must’ve meant it to be something different.
She turned back towards the party and touched her locket solemnly and that’s when the child said again.
“You’re sad.”
“Sad?” She looked down at the child again to see her looking up at her with a ‘don’t try to lie to me’ face. The Doctor sighed and said as she gripped her locket. “I suppose I am, yeah.”
“Why are you sad?”
“It’s…..it’s complicated.” There was a brief bit of silence before the little girl spoke up again.
“Papa always said that it’s always best to let our feelings out. That it’s not good to keep things bottled up.” She then sat down by a nearby tree and continued, “Plus you look sad, just like my papa does sometimes. I don’t like it when people are sad. So I always try to make him happy. And I hear that talking can help make people feel happy, right?” The Doctor smiled softly.
“Yeah it does.” She then sat down beside the child and sighed heavily. “Truthfully I—recently I lost someone…..very special to me.”
“I’m sorry. I know exactly how that feels.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I’ve lost a lot of people. So I know how you’re feeling.”
“Who all have you lost?”
“Some good friends, one of which was my best friend. Called herself Bad Wolf.” For some reason that name was familiar to the Doctor but she couldn’t quite put her finger on where she had heard that name before.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It does hurt, and it truly never goes away. But one piece of advice my papa once gave me is to never dwell on the past. It’ll fester and boil your insides if you cling onto it. You can choose to forget it but it won’t take the pain away. So it’s best to always live the next day to the fullest, cause you can still be happy because a lot of people still love and care about you.” The Doctor then began to see her fam in her head; Graham, Ryan and Yaz. “And I’m sure whomever you lost, they would want you to live on too. Not wallow in self-pity or depression.”
“Has anyone told you that you are incredible wise for such a young child?”
“It’s a gift. At least that’s what auntie River says.”
“River? River? Where have I heard that name?” she muttered.
“She’s the curly blonde woman over there by the cake.” The Doctor turned towards the woman before looking down at the girl and said.
“Who are you?”
“Oi (Y/n)! Where are you love? Your friends have finally arrived!” a male voice cried out.
“That’s my papa. Why don’t you come with me and see him?” at hearing that name, the name of her daughter it suddenly came to her. However she needed to be sure that this was her (y/n) and not just someone who shared her name.
“You go on ahead, I’ll…..I’ll catch up.” Little (y/n) then ran towards the fence and opened the back gate door and rushed over to where her father was. The Doctor stood up but remained hidden and it finally came back to her as soon as she saw just who her father was.
It was her. Well her when he was still a man. The raggedy man with the blue box who always wore a bowtie and thought fezzes were cool. To which she still did. And this wasn’t an ordinary party, this was her daughter’s 5th birthday party.
All over the galaxy the Doctor’s closest allies, and if they had children then they were invited too, had gathered here to the Pond’s residence to celebrate the young Timelord’s 5th birthday. As she stared at her 11th form holding their daughter, spinning her around and kissing the top of her head, she watched as (y/n) looked directly at her.
Her wide smile soon softened and it was like she was looking at her older self, the version of her daughter that she had just recently lost. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at (y/n) with a sad smile before looking downward as a tear fell from her face.
She then took off running back into the direction of where she had left the TARDIS. She opened the doors and slammed them shut to see the center console that was once sparking with fire and smoke had now ‘magically’ disappeared. Like nothing had happened to it.
“I understand now why you brought me here.” She said as she walked towards the console and touched the heart of the TARDIS. “Thank you. For letting me see her one last time.” She then flipped a few switches and soon that famed wheezing sound came on and soon from the outside, the TARDIS slowly began to disappear.
In 2020 at Ryan’s place, him, Graham and Yaz were all gathered around having breakfast together in silence when they heard that familiar wheezing sound that came from only one thing.
They all looked at each other before abandoning their meals and rushing outside to the backyard to see the TARDIS sitting there along with the Doctor standing right beside it. As the three of them walked towards her she said.
“From the moment she was born she—was immediately so precious to me. I knew she was better than just sitting around only to lead a potential chance of becoming one of the high council members of Gallifrey. So when I stole the TARDIS I took her, right when she was in her 8 year old regenerative form. And she’s been with me ever since. Losing her to the Daleks it—it broke me. Felt like I had lost a part of myself with her.”
“It’s okay Doc, we understand. Being a grandad now myself I feel like I would’ve done the same thing had it been Ryan instead of (y/n). Children they—really change your life.” Graham said solemnly.
“She was like a sister to me. But now I have to live with the fact that it was my fault she had to die.” Said Yaz as she looked down.
“It wasn’t your fault Yaz. None of it was. And if (y/n) were here she’d tell you the same thing. My girl’s always been the one to self-sacrifice herself to save the ones she’s loved. She’s already lost so many people in her past, that I forgot that she once lost a dear friend of hers that was like a sister to her.” The Doctor assured her.
“We’ll all miss her. But she’ll always be with us. Like my nan, watching over us.”
“Indeed Ryan. Now, who fancy’s another trip in the box?”
“You’re really gonna let us come back?” asked Ryan.
“Can’t abandon my fam now can I? (Y/n) wouldn’t want me to do that, so what do you all say?” the three humans smiled and agreed as they stepped in the box one by one starting with Ryan, then Graham and then Yaz. As the Doctor watched them get themselves situated inside the TARDIS, she looked up to the sky one last time and whispered, “Thank you (y/n). For everything.” Before stepping inside and the TARDIS doors closed behind her.
Before taking off on yet another grand adventure.
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petekey. “why we ever” by hayley williams. fuck me up, fam.
not ONLY do i have to write THAT, but you're making me listen to WHY WE EVER. THREE TIMES. IN A ROW???
They see each other less and less these days. They don’t hang in the same circles. They don’t talk much at all. They didn’t have a falling out, not really. They’re just different people now. Mikey learned to accept that as a part of growing up or growing old or whatever.
Pete always believed that there were loves that lasted forever. For some reason, he was always surprised how this one did.
“Remember the tin-can telephone in Tampa?”
The door is barely open when Pete blurts this out, but it isn’t Mikey that answers. Kristin offers a confused smile; shit like this always falls off her shoulder, though the toddler a few feet behind her looks startled.
“Hi, uncle Pete,” Mikey’s daughter says unsurely. He winks at her and makes a face; she smiles.
“I’ll go get ‘im,” Kristin says. While he waits, Pete wonders how much she knows. They’ve never talked about that.
“My wife says you scared the shit out of her,” Mikey says once he gets to the door, smiling easily. It isn’t easy for Pete to smile back but he does. Mikeyway has always smiled easily, but Pete has noticed recently that maybe it wasn’t so easy at all. It was forced by the drugs, or something worse. The smiles reach his eyes more now, eyes that are crinkling with age and fatherhood, eyes that are hetero-chromatic like his wife’s.
His wife. He always said it like that, at least once, when they hung out. Pete hates it; like, he fucking gets it. He doesn’t think about it too long, though, and it’s a quick walk to Pete’s car. Mikey walks differently; they walk further apart than they did that summer. Ever time, it feels like they walk further apart.
“I made a tin-can telephone with my kids and it reminded me-”
“Of the devil’s asshole day in Florida!” Mikey finishes, laughing.
“Yeah!”
Their buses were parked next to each other. No one wanted to leave the safety of air conditioning. It was a really Florida fucking day and Mikey had complained about losing a bet and having to eat two cans of beans. Pete went over to help him eat them, seasoned them for this white motherfucker, and then had a brilliant idea. Warped Tour 2005 had a lot of those for Pete.
“I can’t believe it worked,” Mikey says. His inflections are even different. Is that recent?
“Bob got so pissed you disrupted his nap,” Pete remembers.
“Fuck that guy. Not in the good way.”
“We made a scientific discovery! We had to scream loud enough to awaken racists from naps.”
“It was colossal. He’s ungrateful.”
Mikey’s sense of humor seems to be similar enough, though. When Pete chuckles, Mikey does that thing where just one side of his lips quirk up but he seems so damn proud. It’s easy conversation from then on, mostly of the catching up and reminiscing variety. It’s always easy with Mikey. He always has been.
They park somewhere in Joshua Tree and Pete lights up. It isn’t the first time they’ve hot boxed Pete’s car and it hopefully won’t be the last. They sit in the backseat, moving toward each other like slow magnets, until Pete can smell Mikey. It’s different; less musky, healthier? More...floral? He chuckles and kisses Mikey’s neck, wondering if he tastes different too. Wondering if he feels different.
“We can’t,” Mikey says, making Pete almost fall over as he moves away without warning. The joint does fall, and smoke swirls up from the floor of the car. Who’d been the last one holding it? “We shouldn’t,” Mikey says, looking down, voice even.
“There’s something...here,” Pete says, closing the space between them again. Mikey isn’t up against the window as Pete expected. He’s up against Pete, slow magnet that he is, and Pete’s looking at his neck again. He’s so pale, so scruffy. He’s so different and exactly the same.
“There can’t be,” Mikey says, and he’s tense like the first time they kissed 15 years ago.
Pete whispers, “Why not?” Mikey shoves him away before he could kiss him again.
“I’m fucking married!” he snaps. Mikey’s anger is different, now. More controlled. Sadder. “And I want this one to stick!”
Oh, plenty of conversations about divorce. Maybe that’s when it went wrong? You don’t hear a lot about the trauma of divorce but Pete knew all about it when it happened to his old friend and ex-lover. Mikey’s relationships fell apart all around him. He fell apart all around everyone that stayed, except for Pete. Pete would’ve stayed, but he wasn’t invited to. Mikey went to Jersey and walked in to an intervention. Pete heard about it in a tweet.
How could they talk about something that existed for Mikey, tangibly, only when he was high? This is the single joint Mikey will smoke all year, and he’s sharing it with Pete. All those songs they wrote for each other, all those reasons they couldn’t even hold hands in front of fans... They stopped making sense for Pete a long time ago. Did they stop making sense for Mikey?
With shaking hands, Mikey picks it up the joint and takes a deep inhale. To his credit, he looks at Pete. Eye contact? That’s definitely new.
“I just wanna talk about it,” Pete says. Hopeful. Careful.
Mikey never believed that there were loves that lasted forever. For that reason, he was always surprised how this one did.
#jk ily#lm writes#rpf#asks#anon#ask games with lm#drugs cw#okay maybe? i listened to it way more than 3 times
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Friend or Foe - Three
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader
Summary: A dead body comes up on the Avengers radar that threatens to leak some unpleasant moments and people from Bucky’s time as the Winter Soldier to his friends that he thought he’d never face again.
Warning (overall): violence, depression, anxiety, PTSD, mind control, drugs, suicidal thoughts, major angst and this bitch got a death wish
Word Count: 2,147
A/N: Here it is fam, a lot of dialogue but i kind of dig it, little more inner-monologue stuff next time. Lmk what you think and what you think will happen next!
Masterlist
Prologue - One - Two - Three -
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“None of our other victims had defensive wounds?” Sam and Clint stood in the morgue of their third precinct. They stood over the body of a John Doe that had been brought to their attention because he had the same hallucinogenic in his system that they were looking for.
“Yea but this is our guy, he’s in our system look” Clint showed the screen to Sam, it showed a surveillance picture of the victim but little information otherwise, just that he was an associate of Court.
Clint and Sam stood there and listened to the technician explain their findings. They listened to her explain the defensive wounds, the broken syringe glass they’d found in his neck, the blood they’d found on his collar that wasn’t his own. Their eyes widened when the technician explained the possibility that the suspect could have some of the drug in their system. Sam scrambled for his phone and stepped to the side while Clint questioned how sure she was of this possibility.
She said “90%” when Bucky picked up the phone.
“You’re on speaker Sam, we’re coming up to her location now,” Sam bit his lip and shifted in the corner of the morgue.
“Yea he’s here we found him.”
“FUCK” he heard a smack and flinched as he imagined Bucky’s frustration. He’d much rather be with them than here, here Sam felt like he couldn’t do anything for anyone, he felt helpless. Jeffords was already dead.
“She must be going back into hiding,” Steve said. Sam shook his head as if it would clear his thoughts and he watched Clint reading the report the technician had handed over.
“There’s uh, there’s something else,” he rubbed his eyes, why did he always get dragged into this shit, “there’s a high possibility that she has the hallucinogenic in her system right now. She could be delusional and we think she might be injured.”
“Fuck okay thanks mate,” there was a pause until Bucky spoke again, “we found her car, she’s definitely at least injured. Will call you if we find her.” Bucky hung up before Sam could say anything else, before he could offer his assistance to help.
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A blue Toyota starlet was pressed up against a tree with its nose compressed in, airbag deployed and drivers door open wide. There were spots of blood on the airbag and trickling down the seat and onto the ground, it left a trail every few meters deeper into the woods and the two men followed silently. They split apart as they moved through the trees with hand guns at the ready just in case. They were silent as they moved, avoiding every crunchy leaf and stepping carefully over every root.
She was loud in her steps, they were frantic and uncoordinated. She knew she was bleeding, from several places but she didn’t care, it wasn’t important. The only thing on her mind was getting out alive. She couldn’t let them find her, if they found her she failed, if she failed, she was dead. She refused to die at their hands. Every other step she fell, the adrenaline seemed to be the only thing keeping her body moving as she gripped the pistol in her hand.
Bucky moved slowly around the trees, he heard her before he saw her, heard her grunting and moaning as her knee hit the ground and then she stood again. He put the gun back into his holster and stepped around another tree so he stood behind her. Her movements halted immediately when she heard a twig snap. Bucky darted back behind the tree as she spun around, gun held out in front of her.
He took a deep breath before he stepped out in front of her. Her eyes widened when she saw him, he stood in front of her, his hands up in surrender he took a step closer, he could feel the end of the barrel against his chest, the irony not lost on him that he had been here before.
“Soldier?” she choked out adjusting her grip, he brought his hand up, his movements slow as to not scare her, and he held her hands with his right. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand and she pressed the gun into his chest slightly.
“Friend or foe?” Bucky licked his lower lip and sucked in a breath as he tried to blink back the water in his eyes. He heard movement in the background, Steve hid among the trees waiting for the right opportunity.
“You’ve never asked me that before,” her voice was just above a whisper and it shook as she spoke. Of course they would send him after her.
“Friend or foe?” he asked again quietly and squeezed her hand.
“I don’t know soldier, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I don’t know where to go.” Tears started to fall down her cheeks and she stammered over her words, she couldn’t look at him so her eyes were glued to the gun pressed into the centre of his chest, “I can’t die at their hands. I need to get away.”
“Now you ask me.”
“What?”
“Ask me” Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat, he shifted his weight and she panicked slightly, her grip tightening and her breathing getting heavy.
“Friend or foe?”
“Friend,” carefully Bucky pulled the gun out of her hands with his left and placed it in the back of his jeans, he kept his hand wrapped around hers and held them to his chest.
“We have to go soldier,” she pulled away from him quickly, her head whipping around before she was pulling him deeper into the woods. “We need to get out before they find us!” She kept pulling his hand and he trailed behind her for a couple steps before she lost her footing and fell to the ground with a groan and a thump. She held her head in her hand and tried to stand but a wave of dizziness kept her on the ground. Bucky quickly knelt next to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her slightly into his chest as she continued to groan in pain.
“It’s okay, I got you,” he whispered into her ear as she leaned into his chest mumbling ‘gotta leave’ over and over again. “‘M gonna get you out of here, it’s okay we’ll get to safety,” Bucky pressed his face into her hair and squeezed her lightly, he gulped the sob that threatened to escape him and looked up to Steve walking towards them carefully. Bucky nodded his head at his friend who pulled out a pack from his pocket and injected a needle into the back of her shoulder causing her to fall unconscious into Bucky’s arms.
He took a deep breath and lifted her, they walked back through the woods and into the car. Bucky leaned his head against the back of his chair and squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath before looking out the window as Steve drove them back to the compound, their capture handcuffed in the backseat.
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Sam stepped into the observing room with a tray of food in his hands. Steve stood tall and stoic in front of the glass with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed while Nat leaned against the table and Bucky sat at the back of the room leaning his elbows on his knees.
“How long as she been awake?” he asked handing Steve the tray who walked back out of the room with it.
“Two hours” Nat answered. They fell back into silence as Steve stepped into the room on the other side of the glass and placed the tray next to her on the bed.
“I’m Steve Rogers,” he said pulling the chair out from the desk and sat down. “And you are?”
“Nice to meet you Steve Rogers, I’m uh,” she paused, her eyes moving from the giant mirror to the man sitting before her, “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.”
“You don’t seem sure of that.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve given someone my real name,” Y/N looked at the tray of food and then back at Steve and raised her eyebrows.
“It’s yours, you must be hungry,” he leaned back into the chair and crossed his arms while she picked at the sandwich. The three on the other side of the mirror were still silent as they looked on at the interaction.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Steve watched her movements carefully, he watched her place the piece of bread back on the plate and turn back towards him.
“Well I’ve just recently tortured four men, there’s also a large list of other’s lives that I destroyed or killed. I’m guessing this has something to do with that.” Steve sat up straighter, he didn’t think she would bite back so much, or confess so quickly? “Or it could have been the note I left the soldier, did he get my message?” Her voice wasn’t as sharp as she asked about the soldier.
Bucky and Sam looked at each other briefly asking the same question which Natasha answered for them quietly. “The drug often causes short term memory loss, they don’t remember the hallucination most of the time. She has no idea how she got here.”
“He did,” Steve nodded, picking his next words carefully. “That’s how we found you actually.”
“He always finds me,” there was a slight smile on her face as she thought about the times the soldier had always found her. The hotel in France, the cabin in Wales, the cabinet in the lab.
“It’s a shame it put an end to your vigilante activities huh?” Y/N laughed at Steve and shook her head.
“Vigilante? Are you serious? Slightly hypocritical coming from you now isn’t it?” She continued to laugh and look around the room mumbling under her breath, “fucking vigilante.”
“How is it hypocritical? That’s what you were doing, seeking your own justice,” Steve’s voice was sharp, she’d hit a nerve, he wasn’t some wannabe hero he was one of earth’s mightiest heroes.
“I know all about you Captain America,” Y/N sat forward on the bed, “you’ve been a vigilante you’re entire life. Always sticking up for the little guy, fighting the bullies so they got what they deserved and that’s before you even became Captain America. You’re entire Avengers team is filled with vigilantes, Tony Stark, the man who turned his back on those he worked with because he didn’t agree with what they were doing with his company. You even have Spider-Man, he is literally described as the ‘friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man’. And here you are giving me shit for bringing to justice the men that you and your team refused to!” She stood from the bed and pointed her finger accusingly at Steve who remained calm in his seat, his face neutral as she raised her voice at him.
“How do you know that we weren’t in the process of getting them?” Her face was red with anger and she clenched her fists at her sides.
“BECAUSE FOR WHAT THEY DID THEY DESERVED TO BE PUT AWAY A LONG TIME AGO!!”
“THEN WHY KILL THEM?!” Steve jumped from his seat and shot back at her. She took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes at him.
“I didn’t just kill them! I made them live through their worst fucking nightmares, I made them experience EVERY bit of pain that I did! They got what they deserved and you and the rest of your team know that!” Every word cut into Steve like a knife, she was right, they got what they deserved. But they should have gotten it through spending the rest of their life behind bars like every other Hydra agent they found nowadays. “So arrest me, put me on death row for all I care. It’s what I deserve for everything I’ve done, but I do not regret the last four people I killed because they are the reason I did those terrible things. Go ahead Captain, put me on death row.”
Sam and Bucky leaned back in their chairs simultaneously. Bucky rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair while Same breathed out a ‘wow’. Neither could believe what they’d just heard. This girl had a death wish.
“She wanted to get caught,” Natasha said. “She wants to pay for everything she’s done.” She turned and looked at the men behind her, they both nodded slightly, still in shock at the outburst they’d witnessed.
“It’s not my decision what happens to you,” Steve walked around to the door and stood in the open doorway, “that’s up to Fury and he doesn’t often give you the option you want most of the time.”
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Three Dark Christmas’ ~ Day 12
Momma Camille
Day 12 - (Fam) Camille x her kids
Universe: The triplets are raised on the Mainland AU
Setting: Centra, The Mainland
Requested by: Anonymous
Arsinoe sat on Philippe’s shoulders with a glittery gold star held between her chubby six-year-old hands, reaching it towards the top of the tree as her sisters cheered her on from their spots on the carpet of their cottage where they were wrapped in their mother’s arms.
Loud cheers went up from everyone in the room when Arsinoe finally got the ornament on the top of their tree, herself included. She pressed her now glittery hands to her face and sneezed as the glitter tickled her nose. Philippe efficiently swung her off his shoulders to hold her against his hip and his daughter hugged his neck with a giggle. He elegantly and quickly sat on the carpet with his wife, still keeping his middle child secure, but she kept giggling at the quick descent.
Mirabella pulled Arsinoe into Camille’s embrace and she hugged them all tight as the lights brightened their living room.
“Katharine Queen, get your short ass back here, you brat!” 13 year old Arsinoe chased her sister, jumping the last few stairs into the kitchen and catching her sister around the middle, “give it back!” Katharine just laughed and leaped away from her, a suspiciously heart-shaped note between two fingers. Neither noticed their mother watching them with a smile on her face until Camille spoke.
“Arsinoe, watch your language, let your sister go and explain to me why your causing a ruckus so late.”
“Arsinoe got a love letter,” Kat sung, making her sister shove her shoulder, but no body could miss the blush that had turned Arsinoe’s neck red as she rubbed her arm nervously.
Camille held out a hand and Kat greedily passed her the note, fighting back her sisters reaching hand. Camille skimmed the note and folded it back up before turning her eyes to her youngest.
“Katharine, could you give us a minute?” Kat nodded, but regretted her choice in showing Camille the letter when she noticed Arsinoe had gone slightly green and looked like she was going to vomit on the kitchen tiles.
Camille patted the seat next to her and Arsinoe sat down, brushing stray hairs out of the way from where they had fallen out of her braids. Camille took a moment to hold Arsinoe’s shoulder and smile when she asked her question.
“So… who is this Amalie girl?”
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When she suggested the girls bring someone along to Christmas dinner, she had not at all expected Kat to bring home a boy called Nicholas Martel. She hated him and she could tell that her husband and other two children shared that sentiment. She hadn’t been surprised when neither of the other two didn’t bring anyone. Arsinoe and her most recent girlfriend had broken up only three weeks prior and Mirabella wasn’t fond of anyone who insisted that they liked her for more than her looks when they hadn’t even met her, and that was most of the people who wrote her love notes. But Martel had been an extremely unpleasant surprise that her 16 year old hadn’t recognised from 30 feet away. How Kat hadn’t noticed the lecherous looks he was throwing at her siblings was a miracle and Camille could tell that if he looked her up and down one more time, Arsinoe was going to break his nose. Philippe looked like he would beat her to it.
Camille just prayed that Kat could realise that he wasn’t worth her time real soon and dump him to the curb if only so her Christmas dinners would be less tense.
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This Christmas season, they were celebrating an engagement. A 22 year old Arsinoe sat on their living room couch with the absolutely charming William Chatworth Junior, hugged into his side with his arm over her shoulder as they shared a tea from one of Arsinoe’s oversized teacups. They were a dashing couple who looked more domestic and in love than any couple Camille had ever seen.
Camille liked him. He was a good grounding force for her daughter and they evened each other out fantastically. Even if Camille found his parents very tightly wound. So far, Mrs Chatworth had already made a comment about her daughter’s “unorthodoxy” and William Senior had made it clear that Arsinoe was not the Queen daughter he would have chosen for his son. Both Camille and Philippe ignored them in favour of letting their future son-in-law help them in the kitchen.
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Camille couldn’t help but smile brightly at the sight of her husband twirling Mirabella across the dance floor at her university graduation. She had worked harder than anyone Camille had ever met and she had been away from her family for a long time to achieve her goals.
Mirabella looked bright in the lights, laughing as her father spun her too tightly and dipped her quickly. Camille could tell that the men in the room were watching her, trying to gain enough courage to talk to her.
Watching them dance, she almost couldn’t help but take a moment to contemplate how much her daughters had changed her life. To the emotional, tear-filled coming outs to the trashy boys to the weddings, she couldn’t find it in herself to regret her choice to take her daughters from Fennbirn. It was the best thing she had done, or will ever do.
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Friend or Foe - Three
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader
Summary: A dead body comes up on the Avengers radar that threatens to leak some unpleasant moments and people from Bucky’s time as the Winter Soldier to his friends that he thought he’d never face again.
Warning (overall): violence, depression, anxiety, PTSD, mind control, drugs, suicidal thoughts, major angst and this bitch got a death wish
Word Count: 2,147
A/N: Here it is fam, a lot of dialogue but i kind of dig it, little more inner-monologue stuff next time. Lmk what you think and what you think will happen next!
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“None of our other victims had defensive wounds?” Sam and Clint stood in the morgue of their third precinct. They stood over the body of a John Doe that had been brought to their attention because he had the same hallucinogenic in his system that they were looking for.
“Yea but this is our guy, he’s in our system look” Clint showed the screen to Sam, it showed a surveillance picture of the victim but little information otherwise, just that he was an associate of Court.
Clint and Sam stood there and listened to the technician explain their findings. They listened to her explain the defensive wounds, the broken syringe glass they’d found in his neck, the blood they’d found on his collar that wasn’t his own. Their eyes widened when the technician explained the possibility that the suspect could have some of the drug in their system. Sam scrambled for his phone and stepped to the side while Clint questioned how sure she was of this possibility.
She said “90%” when Bucky picked up the phone.
“You’re on speaker Sam, we’re coming up to her location now,” Sam bit his lip and shifted in the corner of the morgue.
“Yea he’s here we found him.”
“FUCK” he heard a smack and flinched as he imagined Bucky’s frustration. He’d much rather be with them than here, here Sam felt like he couldn’t do anything for anyone, he felt helpless. Jeffords was already dead.
“She must be going back into hiding,” Steve said. Sam shook his head as if it would clear his thoughts and he watched Clint reading the report the technician had handed over.
“There’s uh, there’s something else,” he rubbed his eyes, why did he always get dragged into this shit, “there’s a high possibility that she has the hallucinogenic in her system right now. She could be delusional and we think she might be injured.”
“Fuck okay thanks mate,” there was a pause until Bucky spoke again, “we found her car, she’s definitely at least injured. Will call you if we find her.” Bucky hung up before Sam could say anything else, before he could offer his assistance to help.
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A blue Toyota starlet was pressed up against a tree with its nose compressed in, airbag deployed and drivers door open wide. There were spots of blood on the airbag and trickling down the seat and onto the ground, it left a trail every few meters deeper into the woods and the two men followed silently. They split apart as they moved through the trees with hand guns at the ready just in case. They were silent as they moved, avoiding every crunchy leaf and stepping carefully over every root.
She was loud in her steps, they were frantic and uncoordinated. She knew she was bleeding, from several places but she didn’t care, it wasn’t important. The only thing on her mind was getting out alive. She couldn’t let them find her, if they found her she failed, if she failed, she was dead. She refused to die at their hands. Every other step she fell, the adrenaline seemed to be the only thing keeping her body moving as she gripped the pistol in her hand.
Bucky moved slowly around the trees, he heard her before he saw her, heard her grunting and moaning as her knee hit the ground and then she stood again. He put the gun back into his holster and stepped around another tree so he stood behind her. Her movements halted immediately when she heard a twig snap. Bucky darted back behind the tree as she spun around, gun held out in front of her.
He took a deep breath before he stepped out in front of her. Her eyes widened when she saw him, he stood in front of her, his hands up in surrender he took a step closer, he could feel the end of the barrel against his chest, the irony not lost on him that he had been here before.
“Soldier?” she choked out adjusting her grip, he brought his hand up, his movements slow as to not scare her, and he held her hands with his right. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand and she pressed the gun into his chest slightly.
“Friend or foe?” Bucky licked his lower lip and sucked in a breath as he tried to blink back the water in his eyes. He heard movement in the background, Steve hid among the trees waiting for the right opportunity.
“You’ve never asked me that before,” her voice was just above a whisper and it shook as she spoke. Of course they would send him after her.
“Friend or foe?” he asked again quietly and squeezed her hand.
“I don’t know soldier, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I don’t know where to go.” Tears started to fall down her cheeks and she stammered over her words, she couldn’t look at him so her eyes were glued to the gun pressed into the centre of his chest, “I can’t die at their hands. I need to get away.”
“Now you ask me.”
“What?”
“Ask me” Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat, he shifted his weight and she panicked slightly, her grip tightening and her breathing getting heavy.
“Friend or foe?”
“Friend,” carefully Bucky pulled the gun out of her hands with his left and placed it in the back of his jeans, he kept his hand wrapped around hers and held them to his chest.
“We have to go soldier,” she pulled away from him quickly, her head whipping around before she was pulling him deeper into the woods. “We need to get out before they find us!” She kept pulling his hand and he trailed behind her for a couple steps before she lost her footing and fell to the ground with a groan and a thump. She held her head in her hand and tried to stand but a wave of dizziness kept her on the ground. Bucky quickly knelt next to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her slightly into his chest as she continued to groan in pain.
“It’s okay, I got you,” he whispered into her ear as she leaned into his chest mumbling ‘gotta leave’ over and over again. “‘M gonna get you out of here, it’s okay we’ll get to safety,” Bucky pressed his face into her hair and squeezed her lightly, he gulped the sob that threatened to escape him and looked up to Steve walking towards them carefully. Bucky nodded his head at his friend who pulled out a pack from his pocket and injected a needle into the back of her shoulder causing her to fall unconscious into Bucky’s arms.
He took a deep breath and lifted her, they walked back through the woods and into the car. Bucky leaned his head against the back of his chair and squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath before looking out the window as Steve drove them back to the compound, their capture handcuffed in the backseat.
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Sam stepped into the observing room with a tray of food in his hands. Steve stood tall and stoic in front of the glass with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed while Nat leaned against the table and Bucky sat at the back of the room leaning his elbows on his knees.
“How long as she been awake?” he asked handing Steve the tray who walked back out of the room with it.
“Two hours” Nat answered. They fell back into silence as Steve stepped into the room on the other side of the glass and placed the tray next to her on the bed.
“I’m Steve Rogers,” he said pulling the chair out from the desk and sat down. “And you are?”
“Nice to meet you Steve Rogers, I’m uh,” she paused, her eyes moving from the giant mirror to the man sitting before her, “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.”
“You don’t seem sure of that.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve given someone my real name,” Y/N looked at the tray of food and then back at Steve and raised her eyebrows.
“It’s yours, you must be hungry,” he leaned back into the chair and crossed his arms while she picked at the sandwich. The three on the other side of the mirror were still silent as they looked on at the interaction.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Steve watched her movements carefully, he watched her place the piece of bread back on the plate and turn back towards him.
“Well I’ve just recently tortured four men, there’s also a large list of other’s lives that I destroyed or killed. I’m guessing this has something to do with that.” Steve sat up straighter, he didn’t think she would bite back so much, or confess so quickly? “Or it could have been the note I left the soldier, did he get my message?” Her voice wasn’t as sharp as she asked about the soldier.
Bucky and Sam looked at each other briefly asking the same question which Natasha answered for them quietly. “The drug often causes short term memory loss, they don’t remember the hallucination most of the time. She has no idea how she got here.”
“He did,” Steve nodded, picking his next words carefully. “That’s how we found you actually.”
“He always finds me,” there was a slight smile on her face as she thought about the times the soldier had always found her. The hotel in France, the cabin in Wales, the cabinet in the lab.
“It’s a shame it put an end to your vigilante activities huh?” Y/N laughed at Steve and shook her head.
“Vigilante? Are you serious? Slightly hypocritical coming from you now isn’t it?” She continued to laugh and look around the room mumbling under her breath, “fucking vigilante.”
“How is it hypocritical? That’s what you were doing, seeking your own justice,” Steve’s voice was sharp, she’d hit a nerve, he wasn’t some wannabe hero he was one of earth’s mightiest heroes.
“I know all about you Captain America,” Y/N sat forward on the bed, “you’ve been a vigilante you’re entire life. Always sticking up for the little guy, fighting the bullies so they got what they deserved and that’s before you even became Captain America. You’re entire Avengers team is filled with vigilantes, Tony Stark, the man who turned his back on those he worked with because he didn’t agree with what they were doing with his company. You even have Spider-Man, he is literally described as the ‘friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man’. And here you are giving me shit for bringing to justice the men that you and your team refused to!” She stood from the bed and pointed her finger accusingly at Steve who remained calm in his seat, his face neutral as she raised her voice at him.
“How do you know that we weren’t in the process of getting them?” Her face was red with anger and she clenched her fists at her sides.
“BECAUSE FOR WHAT THEY DID THEY DESERVED TO BE PUT AWAY A LONG TIME AGO!!”
“THEN WHY KILL THEM?!” Steve jumped from his seat and shot back at her. She took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes at him.
“I didn’t just kill them! I made them live through their worst fucking nightmares, I made them experience EVERY bit of pain that I did! They got what they deserved and you and the rest of your team know that!” Every word cut into Steve like a knife, she was right, they got what they deserved. But they should have gotten it through spending the rest of their life behind bars like every other Hydra agent they found nowadays. “So arrest me, put me on death row for all I care. It’s what I deserve for everything I’ve done, but I do not regret the last four people I killed because they are the reason I did those terrible things. Go ahead Captain, put me on death row.”
Sam and Bucky leaned back in their chairs simultaneously. Bucky rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair while Same breathed out a ‘wow’. Neither could believe what they’d just heard. This girl had a death wish.
“She wanted to get caught,” Natasha said. “She wants to pay for everything she’s done.” She turned and looked at the men behind her, they both nodded slightly, still in shock at the outburst they’d witnessed.
“It’s not my decision what happens to you,” Steve walked around to the door and stood in the open doorway, “that’s up to Fury and he doesn’t often give you the option you want most of the time.”
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hey ! i’m rachel. i’m 20 - almost 21 ! - she / her pronouns, gmt timezone ( i live in ireland and spend like a week in england every month at this rate . u guys will get used to it ). a fun fact abt me is that i spoke to hugh jackman & gave him a wolverine pin rly recently . that’s all i got . anyway. i’m playing jellybean jones, the baby of the fp jones fam ! she’s my absolute KID and i would LOVE to plot , so please feel free to shoot me a message or smash that like button and i’ll come at you in the not so distant future.
⌜ genderfluid, she / they / he | out of time by the rolling stones, the local record store, the pop culture fiend ⌟ ⏤ hey, isn’t that FORSYTHIA PARTHENIA JONES? the NINETEEN year old SOUTH SIDER has lived in town for their WHOLE LIFE, and has always denied their resemblance to DIANA SILVERS. they’ve been a STUDENT & WAITRESS for a while now, and i guess it makes sense - they’ve always seemed so TENACIOUS & INDIVIDUALISTIC, though i have heard that they can be pretty GARRULOUS & ACERBIC. did you hear about how they SOLD JACKED CARS IN TOLEDO TO PUT THEMSELVES THROUGH COLLEGE? i always knew that there was something up with them. you can check out her pinterest board HERE and her stat page HERE.
you can CHANGE the world, girl, you really, truly can.
part one of three : bullet point history. trigger warnings for talk of infant health issues.
august fifth, 2000. it was a sticky autumn night when FORSYTHIA PARTHENIA JONES entered the world with a pitiful cry. the only daughter of two south siders, gladys and fp, and the younger sister of a one jughead jones, she wasn’t born to MUCH ; which made all that she did have matter all the more. a mother and a father who loved her? check. an older brother she would someday idolize and love like no other in the world? double check. a small ventricular septal defect, discovered only after her birth? triple check.
forsythia was, it seemed, destined to be a sickly child. her first few months were dotted with trips to the emergency room and visits to a local doctor, something always seeming to be wrong. infant colic was ten times worse. she caught a chill when she was two weeks old and needed to spend a WEEK in the icu because of the resulting chest infection. the doctors who treated her at birth had been confident over time that the hole in her heart - jellybean shaped, on the very first ultrasound - would close by itself, as many do. hers, however, didn’t. as she got older, the effects became more pronounced. she kept catching chest infections. she couldn’t seem to put on weight. breathing was, at times, a struggle. and she was SLEEPIER than any baby they had ever known before. the original plan had been to wait and see and hope that her tiny heart healed on it’s own. at ten months old, it became apparent that this would never happen ; and the surgery was scheduled.
your baby is supposed to be PERFECT. she isn’t supposed to take ill every few days and ultimately be wheeled into a room for open heart surgery. it was likely a very harrowing experience, and those first few months of her life were understandably marred - but if there had ever been any doubts before, it became clearer than day when she came out of surgery that the youngest jones was a FIGHTER, through and through. they’d been prepared for a month long wait to bring her home again - it ended up being a fortnight. she didn’t cry, after. she didn’t FUSS. it was as if she had known that the first little while had been tough, and was trying her hardest to make all of their lives that little bit easier. lord knew that the jones’ needed it, especially when the stress of all that was going on with her had combined with their bills.
now affectionately named jellybean for the defect she had survived, she grew into a remarkably NORMAL child. there were differences, of course, between her and the kids that she grew up surrounded by - she required regular checkups, she needed to dress extra warmly in winter, and she always got that little bit more wiped out than everybody else - but anyone told the story behind the scar in the middle of her chest gaped in shock. the girl who swung from the lower boughs of the trees at the edge of sunnyside trailer park and sprinted after her friends at full speed had once had a hole in her heart? impossible. that sort of health issue was reserved for those with a lot less life in them than the high spirited girl that jellybean became known as being, and never once did she allow it to define her. she was a SPITFIRE, pure and simple, and she’s proud to say that never once did she let herself sit out of an experience just because she was worried about what would happen if she partook.
life was not all sunshine and adventure, though. not every child notices the cracks in their home life appearing. jellybean didn’t. not until the rug was pulled right from under her feet. to her wide eyed and rose colored self, everything seemed to happen overnight. one day, they were happy. the next, her dad was an alcoholic and she and her mum were in transit to toledo, where they would move in with stony faced grandparents who treated her with corporate coldness. she didn’t understand the why of it all - couldn’t have even hoped to, when she was still so young. the reality of her father losing his job and their lives going to shit thanks to it didn’t sink in. all she knew was that she had lost the father she idealized and the big brother that she had always wanted to BE.
she spoke to them both on the phone, of course. she was even lucky to see jughead a couple times, though their grandparents never wanted to hear about it afterwards, no matter how excited she was. it must have been jarring for him the first time he turned up to find that the pigtailed little girl who loved kids pop that he remembered had sheared her hair and was now listening strictly to pink floyd and other classics. but none of it was the same. not really. it wasn’t having her family together. to say that her drastic transformation might have stemmed from a place of resentment towards whatever forces were at play in ruining her family - that starting to go by JB, so similar to the FP that her nana and granddad refused to allow be mentioned around them might’ve been an act of defiance - wouldn’t have been incorrect. she wanted things to go back to normal. the fact that they didn’t killed her.
and they never really did. she and her mom returned to riverdale, a new opportunity spotted, but things never went back to how they had been before. she learned not to talk about it, though - and now she’s older, wiser, and she knows how to hide her feelings behind an easy bluff. there’s nothing to do but make the most of what she does have, right? a new brother. a new life. a new self. she has to stop dwelling on what she used to have, she supposes ; though sometimes, it hurts to think about what she’s lost.
part two of three : headcanons.
jellybean is gonna be a lawyer someday, but she NEVER really wanted to be one. her dream from ages 3 to 11, she wanted to be a princess. she overheard some of the older serpents sarcastically referring to the jones family as royalty, and she really chose to run with it - refusing to take off a makeshift crown for the first month and getting called princess jellybean by her father for the next few years. after that phase had passed, though, she found her real passion - and for most of living memory, she’s wanted to own a record store. nothing too extravagant, really, just a first floor, one room sorta deal - she’d plaster the walls with posters of the greats and keep the merchandise in crates resting on rickety tables, and every friday night she’d hold a jams night where people could come and lounge around the floor on beanie bags, listening to some of their favorites. she had it all planned, and it’s still something of a dream - but if there’s one thing that jones’ family knows how to do, it’s sacrifice their dreams for harsh reality. with penny peabody DISGRACED, the serpents and southsiders in general need someone who knows them to represent them, when things go to trial, and feeling a sense of duty to the people she was raised around, jb bit the bullet and stepped up. she’s got a love for arguing and a knack for winning, so much so that god HELP whoever goes against her in a courtroom, someday.
she has yet to officially join the serpents ( her parents wouldn’t approve of it, for one, not now, and there’s a whole host of OTHER reasons ) - but jb went right ahead and got a tattoo on her right hand anyway, cause as a jones, she’s still serpent adjacent. the only difference between the picture linked and the one she has is that hers is done in white ink - her way of keeping things lowkey while still honoring her heritage.
miss her with a motorbike. they’re COOL and all, but jb values her life a little bit too much to trust a two wheeled death trip waiting to happen. she’s more into classic cars, anyway, and has pretty recently invested in the frame of a 1979 pontiac gto from the scrapyard that she plans on fixing up to perfection.
her style is southside meets cute. of course she loves her leather and fishnet combos - but jb is ALSO a huge fan of dungarees and sloganed t-shirts in a whole assortment of colors. anything ‘edgy’ she wears ( big boots, mesh tops, the list .. could go on ) gets coupled with something a little less so ( pink scrunchies, colorful makeup, a disney bag … again, the list could go on ), and that makes her her.
and finally, for now, cause i’m not sure i’ve done a good job of conveying it - jellybean is a good kid. she REALLY, truly is. she’s got some bite to her ( enough of a short fuse that it’s advisable not to test her limit ) & wouldn’t be her fathers daughter if she DIDN’T, but she’s also genuinely sweet. being a serpent doesn’t equal being a bitch, and so long as people out there treat her with respect, she’ll do the SAME. jb doesn’t turn unless she’s given reason to … and if they do, she won’t hold back.
part three of three : wanted connections.
fp & gladys jones !
kids from the south ( or north ) side that are in or around the same age, who jellybean would have grown up with / went to school with !! they might have reconnected after she returned to riverdale and now know her as who she’s become, but they also might be people who she lost contact with for a LONG TIME and who never got to see her post transformation - any and all variance on this wc would be fun!
anyone attending carson college who she might, maybe, rub shoulders with !! i’d love the most mundane of connections - maybe they sit with each other during lunch, or they help each other study, or one time, jb dropped a book on their head in the library and they’ve been friends / enemies since! gimme anything !
regulars at pops / the speakeasy.
so .. she’s pretty self sufficient, and she’s paying her way in terms of college by working shifts at pops and picking up extras in the speakeasy. she’d know a lot of people from that, i’d wager, and i’m sure she has her favorites!
more people southside serpent adjacent who she can play off of !! one of jb’s goals in life is to become an OFFICIAL member of the gang, which she hasn’t yet - but she is something of a southside princess, and that means she’d know most of them in some way!
p much anything else !
#pep.intro#「 ・゚ ♕ . ・ * she was not a woman born easy to swallow ― forsythia parthenia jones. 」#i m so grateful to god n myself one yr ago for having a whole ass bio already wrote .... blows kiss to the stars
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30 DAYS. 8 FRIENDS. 1 RANCH.
Summary: Trish secured a ranch in the middle of nowhere for the whole month of December, and invited her hero friends for a fun winter getaway. Pairings: Savannah x Dick, Jason x Trish, Darcy x Gar, Talia x Donna. Rating: M Warning(s): Alcohol, underage drinking, language, mature/sexual themes. OC Credits: @curious-kittens-ocs, @perfectlystiles
Chapter One: Off We Go!
"Get in losers, we're going sledding!" Trish shouted from the driver's seat of a large van, through her recently opened window.
Dick, Donna, Savannah, Gar, Darcy, and Talia all stood waiting outside Donna's apartment - where they were all supposed to meet for the trip - with their suitcases and bags. "Don't get too excited. We've got a six hour drive ahead of us," Dick chuckled at her comment.
Gar was struggling to get his an Darcy's bags in one trip. Darcy reached to help, but he quickly shooed her away. "I got this!" he assured, with a confident smile. "You go reserve us some seats."
Savannah and Donna shared a knowing smirk and Darcy shrugged before climbing into the van through the side door. Dick stood at the back of the van, loading in bags in a way they could all fit while the others brought them over.
Once they dropped off their bags, each member filed into the van to find a spot. There were three rows of seating. They would have rented a minivan but there were one or two too many to fit in anything that small.
Trish exited the driver's side of the van to walk around and climb in the back, Jason sighing in the passenger seat before following suit. She handed off the keys to Dick at the back as she made her way around.
Gar shuffled to the back of the van with bags stuffed under his arms and hanging in his hands. "You okay there, bud?" Dick asked, holding in a chuckle at the sight of him.
"I'm good," Gar dropped the bags in the back of the van with a relieved sigh. "I swear, she packed rocks."
Now Dick chuckled knowingly, rearranging the newly added bags before closing up the back door. Gar made his way into the van and pulled the side door shut as Dick slid in behind the wheel.
Trish leaned forward between the front seats and pressed buttons on the stereo as the vehicle's engine was started. "What are you doing?" Savannah asked, in the passenger seat.
"I made a road trip CD," Trish grinned, before pressing play.
She sunk back into her seat in the second row, buckling in again before snuggling into Jason's side where he sat by the window. The van's speakers blasted a festive beat that had half the van groaning.
The sounds of disapproval and rue echoed up to the front seats almost in perfect unison, causing Dick and Savannah to chuckle, sharing a knowing look. "Seriously, Trish?" Talia shouted from the back.
Donna checked her watch, "It's still November for almost twenty-four hours."
"Grouches! All of you!" Trish sat up, turning in her chair to see the back. "The only way you're changing this music, is if you climb over this seat and fight me."
Darcy pressed her hand to the side of the van and gave it a shock, causing the stereo to shut off almost instantly, along with the rest of the vehicle. There was a moment of complete silence.
Then, in unison, the van erupted with a rueful shout, "DARCY!"
After six hours trapped in a van together, subjected to Christmas tunes the entire drive, it was a relief to finally reach the ranch Trish had told them all about.
They stopped before the wide gates at the start of the driveway, many yards from the first building on the property. Trish gave Dick the key to the chain and he climbed out to unlock the gates.
"Where's the fucking house?" Donna questioned, pressed to the window to get a better look. "All I see is a barn and snow."
"Please tell me we all have our own rooms," Darcy spoke up.
Trish giggled a little in anticipation, "Don't worry, there's plenty of the room. The house is back by the trees."
Dick returned to the vehicle and they drove through the gates. It was a long driveway of snow many yards toward the trees, passing a barn and two outbuildings before the house was visible.
The Titans in the vehicle were in awe of the home. It was risen to accommodate a small hill at the back, with a large half circle porch in the front. A wooden set of steps lead up to a small porch and the large front door.
"It's big," Talia commented, leaning to see through the window.
"Huge," Donna corrected.
As the van's engine was turned off, Gar and Trish were pushing open the side door, the first to climb out into the thick snow. "Wha- hold on!" Dick twisted in his seat to see them, trying to catch them before they ran off.
Darcy and Jason climbed out to join them despite Dick's fatherly attempt to round up the teens, and the four raced their way to the front door. "Well, this should be fun," Savannah quipped, before opening her door. "I'll go find them."
"Alright. I'll start getting the bags unloaded," Dick nodded.
Talia piped up, "I'll help."
"I'll help, too," Donna volunteered as well.
Dick, Talia, and Donna joined at the back of the van to begin carting in the many bags they'd brought along on the trip. Savannah ventured inside the house to find out where the teens had gone.
She was momentarily taken aback by the look of the inside. It was an open floor plan for the first level, with a staircase leading up to the second level just off the front entrance.
The walls and floors were wood, with silver accents, and comfortable white couches positioned in front of the large fireplace in the living room. The living room was in front of tall windows that gave view of the front porch.
It was homey with a warm feeling. Voices from above echoed out a second before Darcy popped out of one of the bedrooms. "I want a room with a good view," she said, over her shoulder.
"This is a good view," Gar pointed out, following her out of the bedroom.
She poked her head into the room next door, "Mm mm, this one's better."
Darcy disappeared into the room and Gar sighed prior to following. "They're all just trees," he mumbled to himself, before going in as well.
Savannah chuckled softly and climbed the stairs to the second level. Just then, Dick lead the precession of bags being carried in and dropped in the living room. Talia and Donna followed shortly behind, all three with bags in both hands.
Trish came from the kitchen with a box of matches, "I'll start a fire! It's getting chilly."
She skirted past them to the fire place in the living room and the luggage carriers went out for another load. It only took one more to get them all in the house. Once they were in, Dick called everyone down to the living room.
"Okay. Everybody find your bags, then take them upstairs to your rooms. We'll decide who sleeps where as we go," he instructed.
Gar and Darcy took their bags to the center room, Jason and Trish to the far left, and Talia and Donna took the room at the top of the stairs. Dick and Savannah elected to take the only bedroom on the first floor, across the level by the fire place.
Trish was successfully starting a hearty fire, getting the house toasty. Dick elected to go out and bring in more firewood for the night while Savannah volunteered everyone else to start dinner.
Dinner, however, was whatever they could find in the kitchen. So the remaining six attacked the cupboards and refrigerator. They threw out ideas based on what they found, collectively deciding on spaghetti as the best option.
They were practically swimming in pasta. Savannah chopped onions and garlic while Gar, Donna, and Talia shaped meatballs. Jason used a can opener to open sauce cans and Darcy manned the pot of water on the stove.
After getting the fire going, Trish browsed the shelves against the opposite wall for a movie to watch after dinner on the large television above the fire place. It would be a perfect way to end the day, to relax after the stressful trip.
So she snagged one she thought all would enjoy and then went to get blankets from the linen closet upstairs. Meanwhile, the six in the kitchen were working together to finish up the spaghetti.
It was a miracle, Savannah thought, that they'd gotten through it without a food fight. Gar and Darcy put the cooked noodles and sauce with meatballs in separate dishes and carted them to the dining room just off the kitchen.
Donna and Talia were tasked with setting the table, while Savannah went to get Dick and Trish. Jason had excused himself long ago to use bathroom and never returned. At least, not until it was time to eat.
Trish slapped a hand against the back of his head as they entered the dining room. "You were supposed to be helping," she chided.
"I did!" he defended, rubbing his head as though it actually hurt. Trish knew very well that it didn't.
"For five minutes!"
"Alright, both of you sit down and shut up," Talia silenced the bickering teens.
Jason sat in the first available seat, but Trish rounded the table to sit at the opposite side. The other Titans filed into the dining room and found seats at the table in the minutes following.
The dishes of food started getting passed around the table and the group made small talk as they did. "I thought we could all watch a movie after we eat," Trish announced, glancing around the table.
Gar shrugged, "I'm down."
"What movie is it?" Donna asked, wrinkling her nose.
"It's the fam-"
Trish's reply was cut short when a rogue meatball thumped against her forehead dead-center before falling into her plate and rolling off the table. Glaring across the table, she shrieked, "Jason, you little shit!"
Jason only looked across at her smugly. Dick, eyes moving quickly between the two, spoke up. "Okay, enough. No more flying food-"
The normally hospitable blonde threw a fistful of noodles at the boy across from her, ignoring Dick's words of warning. Some of the noodles slapped Darcy's front in their wild hurtle toward Jason.
In retaliation, she sent multiple meatballs back at Trish. Trish, wide-eyed, dove out of her chair to the floor for cover. Talia shrugged with a 'what the hell?' expression before squishing a meatball against Donna's cheek.
Dick was shouting, "Hey! Everybody cut it out!"
But no one was listening. And if they were, they didn't care. Sighing heavily, he dove out of the way of the flying food and made his way to the kitchen, where Savannah had gone to hide.
Gar was taking cover beneath the table as the others decorated the walls with meatballs and noodles. Trish flew across the table at one point, colliding with a sauce covered Jason on the other side.
The pair toppled backward and clattered to the wooden flooring. Darcy gasped, "Oh my god!"
"What the hell, guys?!" Gar startled, wide-eyed.
Jason and Trish grappled with each other on the floor while Talia and Donna, now covered in sauce as well, shoved meatballs into each other's faces at the other end of the table.
Darcy got up from her seat and hurried out of the way of the wrestling teens, seconds before Dick reentered the dining room. "That's enough!" he said, before wrapping his arms around Trish.
He heaved the girl up to her feet, pulling her away from Jason. "I had nothing to do with this," Gar nervously pointed out, only his head visible over the edge of the dining table.
"I know, Gar," Dick assured the boy. Then he glared at Trish - still huffing in his arms. "But what the fuck, Trish?"
"He threw a goddamn meatball at me!" Trish answered, frustrated.
"Let's all cut the shit and get cleaned up," Savannah spoke loud enough for all to hear. "It doesn't matter who started it. It's over."
Trish yanked herself away from Dick and stormed off to her room. Donn, scrapping beef off her chin, commented, "Well, that was fun."
Sighing, Savannah went to find cleaning supplies. Darcy, Talia, and Donna headed upstairs to get cleaned up and change their clothes. Lastly, Jason climbed the stairs, taking his time in going to his room - which he shared with Trish.
Savannah draped a blanket over their legs and got comfortable against Dick's chest, the pair on the couch adjacent to Talia and Donna's, with Gar and Darcy wrapped up in a wool blanket on the floor.
The six Titans sat waiting in the living room with the start of the movie on pause. All that was missing was Jason and Trish. After a few minutes, Jason sauntered into the living room and sat down in front of the couches. "Where's Trish?" Dick questioned him.
"She's making cocoa," Jason answered.
"You guys make up?" Donna inquired, raising an eyebrow.
Jason replied, leaning back against Dick and Savannah's couch, "I'm not at liberty to discuss our sex life."
"Good god," Darcy wrinkled her nose.
Savannah sat up and grabbed a pillow from across the couch, then whacked it against the back of Jason's head. "Do it again," Talia said, glaring. "I won't tell Trish if you won't."
"Tell me what?" Trish asked, entering the living room with a steaming mug of cocoa in her hands.
Talia looked away and Savannah settled back into her previous position, and in unison the girls both answered, "Nothing." Trish's eyebrows knitted curiously as she reached the couches.
"That they're abusing me," Jason corrected the answer through clenched teeth, rubbing the back of his head - genuinely this time.
Dick snorted, "Just don't be a dumbass."
"Okay, okay," Trish sat next to Jason on the floor. "Play nice."
"Says the girl who dove over the fucking table a half hour ago."
Trish sent a glare in Dick's direction. Savannah, sighing heavily, broke the tension by pressing play on the moving. "Thank god," Donna exhaled, settling into the couch.
The movie began to play on the screen and the couples fell into silence.
#ocappreciation#allaboutocs#titans#Dick Grayson#Jason Todd#Gar Logan#Donna Troy#Savannah Syren#Patricia Pennyworth#Darcy Donovan#Talia Ryder#mine#my writing#*tfc
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Influential TV Shows
Okay this is kinda random and why I prob won’t tag the shows I list cuz this is more just something I wanted to get out of my head after watching J&J’s latest podcast where they were talking about this topic. They kept it to 7 shows each and while that would certainly be interesting to try, that’s kinda hard. lol I went about grouping some of them - shows that shaped me growing up, shows that impacted me/stuck with me, comfort shows/watch with the family, taught me about fandoms, etc. And saying something about each of them. Anyway, this is stupid but here we go lol:
The Shows Growing Up:
Sailor Moon: Okay, nobody make fun of me. lol This is the first show I remember really watching as a kid that wasn't Barney or whatever, something I decided to watch by myself and it actually had an ongoing story. And ofc it took time for me to realize that this was just an English dubbed version that they would play on Cartoon Network. Looking back on it, it’s a little cringey (the voice readings, Serena being a bit of a crybaby) but seeing girls, even if it was animated, kicking ass over evil as a group made an impression on me so it’s no wonder I would watch it religiously after school and was sad when they stopped airing it. And ofc I watched all the movies too. I was a shameless fan. lmao I also eventually read the manga and appreciated it.
Hey Arnold: As a kid, I would watch Cartoon Network & Nickelodeon (& eventually Disney when I got a little bit older), and I think one of the Nickelodeon shows that really stuck with me as a kid, like Rugrats, was this one. It had a wide range of really distinct characters. It was genuinely funny. And I did love the dynamic between Arnold & Helga (who was interesting & sometimes they would let her be the protagonist of an ep instead of him, like the therapist one which is a def fave) even if her crush was kinda as stalkerish as you can get why maintaining innocence. lol And you know what? I did totally watch the recent movie they did where it tied up loose ends like getting these two together and allowing her to grow as a character. Gotta say it was rewarding after all this time. lol
All That: I feel like I gotta put this here because I watched this show all the time as a kid. And I think it’s something that really taught me about comedy. I had seen things from Saturday Night Live growing up cuz of my parents but this was my Nickelodeon version with people that weren’t much older than me at the time so I could really get what was going on/enjoy it. It’s also the first place where we saw people like Amanda Bynes & Kenan Thompson & Kel Mitchell (which is partly why I later watched things like The Amanda Show and Kenan & Kel) What can I say? As a young person, it was just really cool seeing kids being funny. Yeah, there was some cheese but I didn’t care. It stayed with me.
Boy Meets World/Sister, Sister/Lizzie McGuire/Even Stevens: I kinda cheated here and bundled these shows because these are four of the shows I watched on Disney growing up (Disney showed reruns of Boy Meets World & Sister, Sister for the record) There were others like That’s So Raven, Suite Life, Wizards of Waverly sort of, Proud Family to name a few but these shows I picked have such iconic episodes that I still remember well and love. Like Even Stevens - musical episode hands down Idc. Boy Meets World - Scream-inspired Halloween ep for sure. Yes, there was cheesiness with all these shows. Sometimes very after-school special, but they shaped me I think. Also gotta mention, I remember thinking of Hilary Duff as my idol. lol
The Ones I Watched With the Fam:
That 70′s Show: Now the thing with my family is that we were one where for a time we would watch tv while eating dinner and my dad would have control of what channel we watched. It was always this way, which meant it would either be Law & Order or Seinfeld (the second one I was cool with and I almost included it on here cuz it’s such a staple comedy but eh,,, I appreciated it more later on. It felt more forced on me at the time) This is probably one of the only shows I can say my whole family truly agreed on watching all together tho, including my sister who generally watches trashy reality shows. This show will always remain one of my faves, because it was hilarious. It got a little weaker towards the end (We do NOT speak about Season 8) but I loved how it was a true ensemble sitcom where everyone brought something to the table and enjoyed the different dynamics between the group. The funny running gags, Jackie & Hyde still remain one of my all-time otps, and Kelso is probably the funniest & lovable dumb character I can think of (If nothing else, Ashton Kutcher was meant to play this part ok) It was nice to have something my whole family could enjoy together. It was a rarity so this show has a special place in my heart for that alone.
Joan of Arcadia: Another show that has a place in my heart, despite it only lasting 2 seasons and it ending on a bad note (major cliffhanger, still never fully making things right w/ Adam after destroying his character, ultimately S2 was problematic but still) because this is a show that I watched religiously (pun not actually intended here lol) with my mom every Friday it was on. What I loved about it was that the concept is centered around Joan talking to God yet it generally wasn’t being preachy. Joan wasn’t always willing to do what God wanted her to do, and things didn’t always turn out how she wanted. It was a kinda perfect blend for me and my mom to watch together. After this we were more willing to watch stuff as a pair cuz we were close but this started all that. I remember always being curious how God would appear to Joan cuz it was always changing, but there were some fave recurring ones like Cute Guy God, Goth God & Old Lady God to name a few. heh Joan was played wonderfully by the awesome Amber Tamblyn who could always make me cry (naturally she played my fave Tibby in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants movies too lol) and she had awesome friends in Adam & Grace (who were my faves) and family. I rewatched this show and you know, I’d say S1 holds up and even the first half of S2. Heck, the episode where Joan & Adam break up towards the end of it, while totally heartbreaking and PISSES me off cuz bad writing for Adam, was solid simply for the acting so there’s that. lol
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Putting this show under this category because this was a show that I mostly got into because my sister loved it growing up. I was really young when it came out so I mostly remembered bits & pieces when I later watched it when I got a little older. It stuck with me tho cuz ofc the awesome Sarah Michelle Gellar playing badass Buffy (she was my sister’s idol) and it was a genuinely funny and smart show. It also got dark too. It wasn’t always solid towards the end, but I think it mostly nailed the actual ending (why Anya had to die tho... Spike I got but ugh) Anyway, this was kinda a big deal cuz it was the only thing my sister and I really watched together that wasn’t bad reality television or me barely paying attention to Dawson’s Creek at the time lol This showed that my sister could have taste when she wanted to (lmao sorry)
The Carol Burnett Show: I had to mention this show because this is one that got me, really my family, through dealing with my mom’s dementia. We chose to care for her at home instead of putting her in a nursing home. We did this for 2 years until her death. And the one thing we (excluding my sister cuz her & old stuff don’t mix) could always count on cheering us up was this show. My dad told me that my mom loved this show growing up and that’s why we turned on for her. So luckily memory or no memory, she still had a sense of humor and she knew when to laugh. And with good reason. This show is hilarious. So iconic. Carol Burnett was/is rightfully loved dearly for this show. I wish I had more I could say, but this was truly a comfort show when I desperately needed it so I am forever grateful that it existed.
Honorable Mention: Young & Hungry - another show that got us through that dark period, my dad actually really enjoyed this, despite seeming skeptical, and eventually started calling it the “Josh & Gaby Show” lmao Only thing is we never finished it together so oops. Not so much influential maybe but worth mentioning it felt like since it was underrated, got me thru a tough time, was hilarious and I loved that cast a lot. Emily Osment deserved to be the lead of her own show. Comedy queen.
The Ones That Brought Out the Fangirl In Me AKA The Teen Years:
The O.C/One Tree Hill/Gossip Girl/The Vampire Diaries: Another category where I’m just grouping them up together cuz ultimately it wasn’t about high art with these shows. They were the staple teen shows that everyone was watching and well, I was one of those people. lol It all started with The O.C. It was one of those ‘at the right time’ kinda things cuz I just went into the 6th grade when S1 started and it was such a big hit that everyone was always talking about it and there were even shirts involved (I never went that far lol) but this is where my need to explore YouTube came and then I was making fanvids. Gossip Girl is the one where I actually inserted myself into a fandom for the first time. My goodness the cringe that came with it but it gave me two of the longest online friendships I’ve ever had so I don’t regret it. (Shoutout to @backtothestart02 here as one of them) And well, three of these shows taught me the toxicity that can come from fandom. So I’ve been less vocal/more aware with other shows because of it. There’s problematic stuff in all of these but they were entertaining most of the time despite frustration (lol)
Honorable Mention: Teen Wolf - Had to mention this one cuz this was a show where I had a group of friends who all watched this together and we talked about it til the end (even when we weren’t happy with it lol) I was never really vocal in the fandom cuz by this point I was wary of them (fandoms I mean), but it was nice to share a show with people who felt similarly about it. As a show, I truly loved it up to 3B. Some of my favorite episodes were the ones that almost felt standalone-ish (3x06 AKA Motel California still remains my fave to this day) Lastly, it’s because of this show I was introduced to Dylan O’Brien who I always refer to as my ‘always & forever’ guy so yeah lol
Maybe Superhero Shows Are Worth Watching lol:
The Flash/Daredevil/Cloak & Dagger/Runaways: So I’m someone who growing up, beyond Spider-Man and Batman, never really jumped at superhero movies. I still don’t to an extent but I’m more willing to watch stuff now. I think because when it comes to TV, I’m willing to check out at least an ep. I got into The Flash because my friend Lauren was really into it (and still very much is now) and wanted me to check it out so I did. I sorta watched Arrow before it until a point so I’d seen Barry’s appearances on it and remembered thinking he was precious so I wasn’t surprised that I liked him as a main character. I do think these later seasons have lost some quality but I think the earlier ones were very solid and Grant is perfect in the role. Daredevil... R.I.P. That show was so high quality so the fact that Netflix cancelled it is just rude. Now... Cloak & Dagger has been one of those surprises for me cuz it was such a slow burn that when it really got going it left me wanting more. That S1 finale was so solid. Cannot wait for S2. Love the dynamic between Ty & Tandy. Now Runaways isn’t perfect but it’s my biggest fandom right now and I’m proud of that fact. It’s a show that highlights diversity with 4 PoC leads & 4 kickass ladies (Nico & Gert are my bb girls), healthy ships including an LGBTQ couple currently as the main one (tho it is Gertchase that owns my heart), and overall a pretty great cast that meshes well like the thrown together family they portray. It even got me back into writing fanfic again. A miracle tbh. lol
Overall Just Amazing:
This Is Us: I just think that this show pulled me in the second they revealed that first plot twist in the pilot. It surprised me and then they kept doing that a bit after. Now it’s more about how it has the ability to make me cry every ep and feel things. It doesn’t always touch me the same it did in that first season (it was an emotional year for me tbh) but it does have a class act cast who can always pull at my heart strings.
Boardwalk Empire: This technically could have went under something I sort of watched with my dad, but it is kinda a weird show to share I guess. We didn’t usually watch it together (saved some awkward convos sometimes lol) but always talked about each episode weekly and it was kinda fun cuz it was usually in-depth. My dad still quotes things from it to this day. He also once said that he considers S1 the best TV season he’s ever watched. I agree that it was great. For me, the first 3 seasons are solid while the last 2 felt different but still pretty good. There was such quality to it. Great acting headed by Steve Buscemi. What can I say? I have a thing for gangster stories. I could say more but I’ll stop. lol
Stranger Things: The show that really turned me into a binge-watcher. I had just gotten Netflix and what show did I decide to watch on my birthday? This show. I had seen things in the media about the kids from it and I was like, they’re adorable!! And ofc I got hooked when I actually watched the show. It just has everything in it that I like: mystery, thrills, humor, hint of romance, awesome acting, music moments, nostalgia. This was my obsession for a while until I got into some other things but if you don’t think I’m totally pumped for S3, then you best believe I’m watching it all in a day if I can. lol
Community: This is a show that reminded me how a show can think totally outside of the box and still have a lot of heart with its comedy. I love situations where a group of misfits come together and become a family. I love that this show celebrates being different. Troy Barnes remains one of my favorite TV characters ever (& omg his friendship with Abed is pure goals!!) and Donald Glover played him perfectly. And Alison Brie is just adorable as Annie. Love this group of weirdos. The quality was different after S3 but I still adore it.
Into the Badlands: Have to mention this show because what it has been doing action-wise is just incredible. The fighting sequences are out of this world. I’m always excited to see how they top it. Also, an Asian male lead? Go dude! The whole cast is wonderful and everything is just high quality, ok? Also, that cinematography!! Can’t believe it’s ending when it comes back. Sadness.
One Day at a Time: This is more of a recent discovery for me (had friends who watched it and knew it was good but only decided to check it out not too long ago) but it’s already made its impact on me. This show has so much heart to it. The writers put so much care into their work when they bring up these controversial issues in the episodes. All while being totally hilarious (but also trust me, I manage to cry at least 1 or twice an ep lol) A show centered on a Cuban family, plenty of good rep for LGBTQ/non-binary people while also handling things like depression/anxiety, addiction, immigration, etc. It’s definitely making its mark on TV. Also, Rita Moreno is a living legend who I adore. I love this cast so much.
12 Monkeys: I. loved. this. show! I still think it had the best series finale that I have seen in a while. It wrapped up things so well that I was smiling for a while after watching it. I couldn’t believe that of all shows this one gave me a happy ending. lol Casserole remains one of my all-time ships because they were truly epic and pulled at my heart strings so many times. Jennifer Goines was my queen. But seriously, a show about time travel that managed to make sense? So impressed. And the visuals? gahhh
Friday Night Lights: Last, but most definitely not least, this show is just up there as one of the all-time bests IDC. The fact that at first glance the show seems centered only about football and it got me to keep watching definitely says something. lol This show had so much heart, the cast was excellent, an ending that was pretty much perfect. Coach & Tami Taylor were relationship goals. Honestly one of the best portrayals of a married couple I’ve ever seen because they were very much a team (while yes there was the occasional bickering that you gotta love) and it just felt real, you know? Also, it’s a show that proved that you can come back from a sophomore slump (yeah S2 was the worst season) and continue to be great.I can’t decide if it’s my favorite show of all-time but it’s certainly one of the first ones to come to mind. So glad I decided to give it a chance.
There’s probably a couple other shows I could list here but some I haven’t finished yet and don’t feel ready to put them on here yet. This is just what I could come up with.
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DnD Question Masterpost: Opal
It’s gunna get long fam
If your character wasn’t an adventurer, what livelihood would they lead?
Opal would continue to work as a grave digger and traveling preacher, trying to spread the faith of Zemtris, just with less looting and monster slaying. He’s honestly very happy with his current job, though he offered in waterdeep to also work as a coroner.
Who in the party would your character trust the most with their life?
Opal doesn’t really trust anyone with his life mostly because he likes to walk the line of death, and if its his time to go he would want to go at that point. In regards to what kind of person he trusts to protect him though, he is trustworthy of anyone that believes in his faith.
What are your character’s core moral beliefs?
Dream like you’ll live forever, live like you’ll die today. Take risks, be aware, be kind, be helpful.
What relationship does your character have with their parents and siblings?
Opal was adopted as a baby into a tribe of Elves, with his parents and several siblings. He loved them all very much, and though he has now been banished from his tribe for reasons, he harbors no ill will towards them and also still loves them very much.
Does your character have any biases for or against certain races?
Opal has never canonically seen other Firbolg, and so is always very excited and happy when he encounters one, so he is biased for them. Otherwise he treats everyone equally, but he sometimes confuses smaller races for children, who he also loves, and sometimes treats them better because of it.
What is your character’s opinion on nobility? On authority?
Because he is a strange religious man who just walked out of the woods one day, Opal has practically no understanding of nobility or proper authority on a fundamental level. He respects the rules of the place he is in but doesn’t really “get” it.
Describe your character’s current appearance: clothes, armor, scars they’ve picked up along the journey, etc.
Opal is a blueish Firbolg with most of his fur burned off and patchy, covered in his namesake- opalescent scars all over his body. He changes his eye color often but likes pink and yellow eyes, and has about shoulder length long dreadlocks that are very thick, sometimes with rings in them. He has no nose, and covers it with a band (or makeup, as he’s learning what that is) and always has his signature wide brimmed hat. He has collected various things from stuff that has died around him and hung it from his hat in little jars and such. He recently upgraded from his fully black drabby gravediggers coat to a more vibrant bluish purple jacket, often electing to not wear a shirt under it. He does however have a golden breastplate depicting him being hugged by the arms of Zemtris. He also got a few piercings, jewelry, and tattoos, including a necklace bearing Zemtris’ symbol.
What location encountered in the campaign has your character felt the most “at home” in, or just generally liked the most?
Opal finds the great city of Waterdeep to be so incredibly strange and wonderful at the same time. His favorite thing is the variety of people present in the city, though he finds it overly complicated.
What deity, if any, does your character worship? What’s their opinion on other people’s worship?
ZEMTRIS!!! His own personal god that he’s trying to start a religion for, he is The Opal Prophet by title. He loves meeting other religious folk but is not too knowing of other religions. There is one particular god however that he very much so dislikes. He doesn’t like gods that decide who lives and who dies. It’s easy to think Zemtris does this, but Opal believes that fate is in the hands of the mortals that bare it, rather than thrust upon them by gods.
If your character had time to pick up any artisan’s tools, game set, instrument, etc., what would it be?
Opal would want to learn how to properly play a string instrument like a guitar, lute, ukulele or something similar.
Describe your character’s current relationship with the player character sitting to your right.
uhh N/A because I dont sit at a table I’m sorry.
What is your character’s current goal, summed up in one sentence?
Spread the word of Zemtris.
Does your character ever want to “settle down” with a spouse, children, house, etc.?
He wants to find a place where he can build a great temple/chuch to Zemtris and live there and preach from there, considering that his home. Whether or not he wants a spouse and children depends on how his relationship with Zemtris evolves, as he considers them to be lovers.
Has your character ever been in love?
He has, and is! He is completely literally in love with Zemtris and considers them to be a couple.
What battle in the campaign has been most memorable to your character?
They were ambushed by goblins beneath the city, and he saw one of his new friends be struck with an arrow that he knows should have ended her life, but she did not die. He hesitated and did not heal her at the time. (I missed a game and Opal was being puppetted, a fellow player was struck with a sneak attack that was an instant kill, but since I wasn’t there to play Opal the DM ruled it unfair to kill her character outright when I wasn’t there to help)
If your character wasn’t whatever class they are, what would they be instead?
Opal probably would have wanted to be a druid if he was able to tap into natural magic, but if that continued to not work as it had been going, he possibly would have become a warlock. He wanted very desperately to connect to something.
What is your character’s favorite season?
Opal loves the Fall.
What would your character’s Zodiac sign be, following stereotypical astrology?
Opal is a Scorpio.
Where in the world does your character most want to visit?
Opal has always wanted to go to interesting locales that he has read about, such as the top of a great mountain or in a vast desert. He has seen the ocean but has never sailed, so that too.
What is the biggest mistake your character has ever made?
Trying to bring a dying man back to life when he was not ready.
Does your character have any noticeable scars? If so, what are their stories?
Opal is covered in special burn scars from when a group of people tried to burn him to death (and succeeded?) in his own church. They are opalescent, which is where Opal took the name. Two of these burns are perfect handprints on his back like small wings, which he believes was Zemtris protecting him.
What animal best represents your character?
Opal would say a mouse, I would say an owl. Creepy how one hunts the other.
If your character could go back in time and change one thing about their life, what would it be?
He would try harder to convince a group of people he was right.
Which other player character does your character find themselves having the most in common with?
If he was in the party proper it would be Siril no doubt, they’re both Firbolgs with a strange connection to life and death.
Does your character regret any particular choice the party has made?
In his waterdeep campaign Opal was very upset that the party killed a group of humanoid creatures instead of questioning them. (Opal has never cast an offensive spell on a humanoid creature)
What would your character say their best trait would be?
Opal believes that he’s very good at seeing through peoples masks, and getting to the core of their person. So, his insight basically.
What is your character’s greatest fear? Deep, irrational?
Opal has claustrophobia
What is currently motivating your character to stay with the party?
Opal stays with any party for as long as he thinks he needs to stay to help them through their personal problems.
What are your character’s hobbies and interests outside of their class?
Opal likes to sing, and he also enjoys woodcarving. He tries to read and write a lot to the best of his ability but he’s not too good at it.
What would most people think when they first see your character?
Incredibly weird looking. Tall, has glowing marks all over his body, no nose? Who the HELL is this guy.
What stereotypical group role does your character play in the party? (The Mom, the Mess, the Comic Relief, etc. Optionally: What role would your character play in the “Five Man Band” structure?)
Opal is the wise man, the advice giver and the listener.
What is your character the most insecure about?
He’s insecure about some of the nature of death, whether when he kills something it’s because he chose to or it was fated to die by his hand. He also is concerned about why -that thing- happens when he tries to raise the dead.
What person does your character admire most?
In his Waterdeep party, Miss Lilith. If he was in the other party proper, he’d admire Siril and Ida.
What does your character admire and dislike the most about the player character sitting to your left?
aaaaa I dont sit at a table N/A
Why is your character’s lowest stat their lowest (the in-character reason, not “because there’s no reason for a wizard to have 16 strength, duh”)?
Opal grew up in the woods with no formal education, just learning how to survive and be useful. 20 wisdom 8 intelligence babey.
What would be your character’s theme song/favorite band/favorite genre of music?
Dark country as a genre, but favorite in general is Barnes Courtney
What stereotypical role would your character play in a high school AU/if they attended a normal high school? (Nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc.)
I guess he’d be the guidance counselor? But if he had to be a student he’d be like...the dumb kid who’s just very nice? Is that a thing.
What treasure/item/artifact that your character has collected during the adventure is the most important to them?
His shield. It’s a cross section of a tree, but when he cut the tree down the symbol of zemtris was already emblazoned into the wood. He sees it as a sign that he is doing the right thing.
Is there any particular weapon, item, etc. that your character longs to find?
Opal doesn’t know too many legendary items, but I believe in a high level oneshot he had like a cloak of stars or something? He’d probably like a cool magical cloak, maybe a cloak of eyes or something.
Where does your character feel the most at home?
He has built a few churches in his life, and those always feel like home, but if not that then he does like to go back out into nature.
Does your character care about how they’re perceived by others? How do they change themselves to fit in with other people?
Opal is constantly observing social patterns and body language to make himself as approachable as possible. He will hunch down most of the time to not seem imposing, and all around tries to be as “likable” as he can despite his appearance. He will not change his appearance for someone to like him more, only if he wants to look different.
What does your character think is the true meaning of life?
Opal believes the meaning of life is to experience as much of life as possible, the good and the bad, and take risks. To be alive is to risk the possibility of it ending. But morally to be a good and helpful person.
What is your character’s scent? (Bonus points for a description that sounds like it could be from a bad [or awesome] fanfic.)
I always imagine Opal has mostly a sent of Petrichor (earth after it rains) but that behind that there is always a faint smell of decay or smokiness. He does like perfumes tho so if he’s wearing one of those...yknow he smells like perfume.
Does your character think more with their heart or their brain?
That brain dont do nothing ,he’s all heart babey
What is your character’s most recent or frequent nightmare?
The ceiling caving in on him.
What opinion does your character have on [CERTAIN ESTABLISHED GROUPS/AUTHORITIES IN THE GAME WORLD]? (Dragonmarked Houses, royal crown, etc.)
I’ll use other religions for example. He sees them as necessary, and probably true, but he believes that Zemtris is the best god to follow, and that he deserves to rise up above other faiths, specifically that of the Raven Queen.
How did your character spend their childhood? Where did they grow up/who were their childhood friends?
Opal grew up in the High Forest beneath the Star Mount in Faerun, with his adopted elvish family.
What aspect of your character’s future are they most curious about? (If they could know one thing about the future, what would it be?)
Where am I the most needed.
What colors are associated with your character?
Blue, Purple, Pink. Opalescent colors.
Who in the party would your character prioritize rescuing, in dire circumstances?
Opal will save everyone. Not try, will.
Is your character the most swayed by ethos, pathos, or logos?
Opal is completely Pathos, I’m quite sure.
If your character was granted a single use of Wish, what would they use it for?
Either to make sure one particular person lived forever, or that another particular person died and could never come back.
What is your character’s favorite spell? If they don’t use spells: what is their favorite personal weapon/combat maneuver/skill/etc.?
Opal has quite a unique signature use of cure wounds and inflict wounds, but he’d probably say his favorite is healing word bc he gives advice to heal people. The description for how he casts vampiric touch is also quite nice too.
How does your character feel about keeping secrets from the rest of the party?
Opal actually has written in his journal “A man who is nothing but a pile of secrets is incredibly dull”
What type of creature in the world is your character the most intrigued by?
The undead, he finds them fascinating in how they all are so different. If he learns what a lich is, that would be incredibly interesting.
When they were a child, what did your character want to be, or think they were going to be, when they grew up?
Opal tried to be a ranger and a druid of the tribe but neither worked. He was happy being a treecutter and woodcarver though! He was stronger than everyone else and he was very good at chopping down trees and working with wood.
The player character to your left admits that they’re passionately in love with your character. How would your character respond?
I can actually answer this bc it’s the same no matter what. Opal considers himself in a relationship with Zemtris, and so would not explore other relationships of that manner, romantic or sexual, unless Zemtris asked him to do so.
If somebody (an NPC, someone from their backstory, etc.) your character trusts/loves asked your character to do something against the party’s best interest, who would they side with?
If it was Zemtris he would do anything -unless- it’s conflicted with something Zemtris has told Opal to do before. Otherwise Opal probably would side with the party, theres a reason he’s with them now and the person from his past isn’t.
Does your character value their own best interest more than the party’s?
Opal definitely believes he puts everyone else ahead of himself, and its true to a point, but I know that Opal does all of that bc his goal is to spread the will of Zemtris, so helping others is helping himself.
What decision would the party have to make in order for your character to consider splitting off from the group?
Opal really doesn’t like someone that purposefully avoids his advice, and got angry with his party for, in his opinion “needlessly killing people”
How does your character imagine the way they will die?
Opal thinks he’s going to die every damn day and sure as hell hopes its an exciting one.
What is your character’s greatest achievement?
I think he really admires that he built his first church on that hill all by himself. He cut down the trees and dragged them up the hill and carved the planks and everything. It definitely took him a few years to do so.
Is your character willing to risk the well-being of others in order to achieve their goal?
That is his greatest conflict that he has not had to deal with yet.
What is your character’s opinion on killing others?
He understands it is necessary, but normally waits until they’ve tried to kill him before he goes for it. If the other party he is fighting is very aware that this is a battle to the death and they agree to it, he has no qualms with doing it.
What is your character’s favorite food? Beverage?
Opal hasn’t gotten to try many things, I think his favorite would be some kind of hearty stew like meal, something very filling, and as a drink probably some juice of an exotic fruit.
How generous is your character? Especially to those they don’t know?
Incredibly, he’ll give away everything he has that he doesn’t absolutely need.
What is your character the most envious about, regarding anyone in the party?
I think he’s envious of some other people’s natural charisma, he thinks its harder to get people to trust him sometimes.
The player character to your left and the player character to your right are both telling your character two different versions of the truth. Who does your character believe?
Opal would normally elect to believe both people to some extent? But I mean he could just do an insight check, he’s pretty good at it ;)
What is your character’s sexuality/relationship with sex?
So whenever I play opal I start him out as a cis man who considers himself in a relationship with Zemtris, romantic and sexual, however that works. If a character teaches Opal about being nonbinary, Opal identifies more with that, as he realizes he always considered Zemtris a “they” if Opal experiments mostly with other mortals however, he would identify as a male leaning pansexual. He would also be polyamorous.
What is your character’s biggest pet peeve?
People who use overly flowery language to complicate what should be a simple conversation. He hates making something simple more complicated than it has to be, and most of the time Opal thinks things can be more simple than they are.
Describe how your character feels about the party’s current situation/objective/etc.
Opal goes through any journey with the party in kind of...a strange aloofness. He’s just there to help until the story starts being about him, in which case he gets very very aware.
Who in the party would your character trust the most to keep an important secret?
Opal doesn’t like secrets much but understands they’re necessary sometimes. He’d trust whoever gave him a really good secret to keep. And since people tend to do that with Opal, he’d default to whoever gave it the most openly to trust him.
If your character knew that they were going to die in a month, how would they spend the rest of their life?
Absolutely nothing would change except that Opal would be incredibly excited and happy to see if it REALLY DOES happen this time.
What makes your character feel safe?
Gentle physical contact
If your character had the chance to rename the party/give the party a name, no questions asked, what would it be?
The Church of Zemtris? XD
What memory does your character want to forget the most?
He doesn’t really -want- to forget anything, even the bad memories. He thinks they are the reason he’s here today.
If your character had to multiclass into a class they currently aren’t the next time they level up, what would it be and what reason would they have for doing so?
Opal actually considered going...fighter? He was in waterdeep and thought that competing in the arena would get him a lot of people interested in him, which is a great segue into getting people to believe in Zemtris. So, learn to fight, get fame, get followers!
What television/book/video game/etc. character would your character be best friends with? (Or: what media character is your character the most influenced by/similar to?
God I think he actually would like cowboy media, and would like people like..John Marston? But also he’d like all the preachers. Maybe he’d like the show preacher. He’d also like...hellboy. If opal lived in modern times I dont think he’d stop watching movies.
What unusual talents does your character possess?
I dont know how unusual of a “talent” raising the dead is in DnD...it’s not a like “look I’m double jointed!!” kind of thing either...I dont know!!
How does your character feel about receiving/giving orders? Are they more of a leader, or a follower?
Opal believes you have to follow before you can lead. He will lead one day but that means he will follow today.
What does your character’s name represent to them? (Or: why as a player did you choose your character’s name?)
Opal is not Opals birth name, duh. His birth name given to him was Finley Lemnis, both variations of the infinity symbol. (Finley, Fin, Infinity) and its official name, the Lemniscate (Lemnis). Opal took the name Opal because of the Opalescent scars he received, and Opalized wood is the first signs he saw of Zemtris, so he calls himself The Opal Prophet, or just Opal for short.
Is your character more of an introvert, or an extrovert?
Very extroverted.
How far is your character willing to go to pursue the “greater good”? Do they believe in a greater good at all?
The greater good is everything.
What does your character want to be remembered by?
He wants to be remembered as the person that brought Zemtris to the world, he believes that would be a very good thing to do, and so he would be remembered as a very good person for doing it.
What would be your character’s major in college?
Psychology? Sociology? Something to work with people and figure out how they tick?
Does your character consider themselves a hero, villain, or something else?
Opal would say he’s just a man who’s trying to do the right thing.
What major arcana tarot card best represents your character?
...hanged man?
Where does your character see themselves in 20 years?
Doin the same shit he’s doing now or dead. Both are fine.
What is your character’s relationship with magic? Are they scared of it, wish to know more about it, indifferent to it?
Other forms of magic besides his own really interest him, he knows natural magic naturally (hah) as a firbolg, and he has clerical magic...but arcane magic really confuses and fascinates him.
Who is your character’s biggest rival?
Uh...self declared the Raven Queen?
What is your character’s guiltiest pleasure?
Hard to tell, I think he really likes gambling and if he actually started doing it he’d really like casual sex. But like theres also the fact that he really likes...dead things and gore? Is that a guilty pleasure? HE’S NOT A NECROPHILIAC but like he finds dead things and zombies and stuff...interesting. God is he a necrophilliac idk he’s a weird man
What does your character hope for the afterlife?
Hopes it’s exactly the same as life just goes on forever.
Who in the party does your character trust the least?
Opal distrusts anyone who dodges any kind of question or gives fruity answers instead of just being straight up with him.
What is your character’s biggest flaw?
He likes to make snap judgements about people, because he figures if he does that, then whether he’s right or wrong, their reaction to his snap judgement eliminates 50% of the possibilities about a person. This however is rude sometimes.
How did your character learn the languages that they speak?
I like to imagine Elvish is actually his first language, he knows giant...inherently by bloodline? Or Zemtris gifted him with the language of his bloodline? He learned sylvan in his training in the forest to try and be a druid, and the next language he would learn is celestial.
What is your character’s favorite school of magic/type of weaponry?
Necromancy- in my opinion healing magic should also count as necromancy bc it’s defined as “controlling the energies of life and death” but healing is evocation for some reason I dont know why.
What is most important to your character: health, wealth, or happiness?
Happiness above all else, then health, then wealth.
What advice would your character give to a younger version of themselves?
Listen to yourself as much as you listen to others.
Are there any social or political issues your character feels strongly about?
He’s...really bad at politics. He doesn’t like the class struggle of the poor vs the rich tho, he’s inherently a charitable person that would take care of the suffering.
What, currently, is your character the most curious about?
Will he live forever or will he die today?
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Branches of the Tree {Part Two}
@omsrandom submitted: ((jrkamkjesd so I’m thinking part 3 be in Blaire’s or Dakota’s POV))
Auto glanced around, unsure on whether to chase or not. His hands were getting cold, and he had to check up on the Professor soon… maybe he’d like a cup of coffee. He spared a glance towards the others and decided that the situation was well taken care of, to which he turned around and walked out of the Garden, heading towards the East Wing, where most of their shops were set up. With a quick glance around, he could see Death and Jerry lurking in the shadows of two minor buildings having a heated argument on exactly when the scythe should be taking a nap. Vanessa was at one of the cafe tables, and the Fox fam was lounging around on a bench near a small play area for when the BATIM-assigned kids were around.
As he stepped into the cafe, he saw Orion in a black shirt and purple vest, the sleeves having been rolled up as to work with the machines better. A ginger was leaning against the pickup counter, the two talking as the android walked forward.
‘Ello Auto. The professor’s usual? The star-creator signed, getting a nod in reply.
“Hello Orion, hello Matt. You’ve both been well?” he inquired.
Wonderful! The Creator gave me this spiffy new outfit and it fits perfectly with the cafe! he replied. You recently got a comic, right?
“Yes, it was with AJ. I’m going to talk to the Professor about more film.” Orion nodded, causing Matt to roll his eyes.
“At least you guys have gone out recently. This place is a paradise, but still… I’m feeling a bit of cabin fever.” he shrugged. “Tell the professor I say hi, ‘kay?”
He tilted his head, cradling the warm cup in his hands as he shuffled out of the East Wing, dedicating the long trek to the Professor’s lab (which was at the far end of West Wing) to keeping all of the coffee within the cup. Truthfully, he only got a few shops down before a voice called out.
“Hello there Auto dear~!” If he had been created a bit more human, he would’ve most likely groaned and booked it for the hills. Instead, he turned to his right, where he saw a blue core hovering.
“Fashion Core,” he greeted, voice dull. “I’m busy at the moment. The Professor-,”
“Drinks his coffee cold, everyone knows that sweetie!” the core’s optic squinted in joy as they hovered around him. “You must simply try out this fall’s design!”
“I’m afraid I can’t,” he said, looking around almost desperately before seeing a familiar head. “But I’m sure Wyatt can! In fact, he said something about wanting to checking the line out!” And, technically, he had, but he was sure he hadn’t meant in this context. Fashion’s eyes widened, and as they zipped off to harass the poor human, Auto made his escape, forcing himself not to skid into the lab.
Torres looked up as Auto did a quick fix to his systems and smiled softly. “Hello Auto. I take it you and AJ are back for the moment being?”
“Yes Professor,” he answered, offering the coffee to one of his creators. The man took it and sipped, no doubt confused as to why he was giving it still warm.
“Did something happen?”
“Fashion Core,” he answered. “I also need more film; Tessa spooked me in the Garden.”
“Was it a good picture?” the human scientist asked, setting the cup down to rummage around in his desk drawers. Auto thought back to the warm, happy feeling that was the Creator’s aura, and how relaxed he felt when he was with the others.
“The best.”
AAAA OC CAFE,,, ORION RUNS THE CAFE,,, hi matt long time no see c’: every time a super minor OC shows up or is mentioned it adds 7 years to my lifespan, it’s nice to see them get some love too. and almost all the content with auto and torres i haven’t written or drawn yet, so im so happy there’s this moment at the end with them look at ‘em this is the happiness they deserve aaaAAAAAAAAA
#submission#omsrandom#fanfic#misc oc#oc#auto#aj#cyber seattle#matt blackwell#orion#orion the starmaker#wyatt#fashion core#professor torres#lskdjfklsjdf this is the first post in torres's tag i need to post him#vanessa springdale#death#jerry#interdimensional#all my babies!! all of them!! ALL OF THEM#i'd die for this fic#its so silly and wholesome and wonderful
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Adronitis
Takes place in the Fata Organa AU.
Words: 1131
Pairing: Platonic analogical
The first tickle of his throat hits in the morning, and Logan worries for a moment before getting lost in his first class of the day. By lunchtime, he seems to be coughing a bit more than usual, but he’s already focused on a new research project he wants to start, and decides to skip lunch in favor of the library. It comes as a shocking realization to Logan, later that evening, when he glances up from the book he’s reading, to realize that he’s horribly cold and his head is pounding. Shocked at this sudden onset of illness, Logan quickly packs his things up and leaves the library, but by the time he’s reached the dorm, he barely has the energy left to set a water bottle on his nightstand and huddle under the covers. He curls up, but sleep proves difficult to come by, and every time he manages to drift off, he inevitably wakes himself up with yet another coughing fit.
By the time Logan wakes, the next morning, Virgil appears to have come and gone, and with a start, he reaches for his phone to check the time. The glaringly bright screen echoes 11:30 back at him, and Logan struggles to get up, having already missed one of his classes, and determined not to miss the rest. He feels sore and moves sluggishly around the dorm room gathering his things, but just before he can leave, the door bursts open as Virgil returns.
“What are you doing?” Virgil demands, glaring at Logan with a surprising ferocity.
“I overslept. A better question is why didn’t you wake me?” Logan growls back, irritated and still ridiculously tired.
“Overslept?” Virgil barks back. “You kept both of us up half the night with your coughing fits, and you’re worried about oversleeping?!” Logan tries to formulate a response, but Virgil is already stepping forward, crowding into his personal space and herding him back towards his bed.
“Get back in bed, idiot. Hell, you didn’t even eat the breakfast I left you, before trying to book it out of here!” Virgil steps to the side, as soon as Logan sits back down, and picks a tray up from it’s resting place on his nightstand.
“What-” Logan tries to ask, but Virgil is already interrupting him.
“You need to eat something. And drink the tea, too.”Virgil offers him the tray as soon as he’s settled, and Logan examines its contents. Fruit, oatmeal, and a cup containing the tea Virgil had mentioned.
“I can’t just skip my classes, Virgil, I might miss something important,” Logan argued, though he still picked up the spoon.
“Seeing as I already spoke to your teachers about it; yes, you definitely can. You haven’t missed a single day of class yet, and in case you haven’t noticed, you’re sick.” Virgil responded evenly. “The sooner you take the time to get better, the sooner you’ll be able to go back to class.” Silence descends on the two of them for a moment, as Logan eats, and Virgil rummages around in his backpack.
“You spoke to my teachers?” Logan quietly asks a minute later.”Why?”
“I mean, you’re sick.” Virgil looks back at him warily. “What else was I supposed to do?”
“Ignore me? You’ve never displayed an interest in interacting before. I just find it -odd- that you would choose to take an interest in me now when I’m ill.”
“I guess I’m just used to taking care of sick people. I’ve got to go to class.” With that, Virgil leaves Logan alone in their room once more. Carefully, he settles in to finish eating his breakfast, though it’s much closer to lunchtime now, Logan supposes.
The next day is Friday, and if anything, Logan feels even worse, so he stays in bed once again, annoyed with his body but unable to argue in the face of Virgil’s confident assumption of control. It reminds him of being back home, with Aunt Lacey fussing over him the moment he catches a cold. He tries to read his textbooks, to study and at least pretend to be productive, but his eyes can barely stay open, let alone focus, and mostly he ends up just sitting in bed, staring at the wall in front of him, waiting for time to pass. Virgil finds him like that, when he returns from his classes, staring straight ahead with unfocused eyes.
“Jeez, you look like you’ve been given a prison sentence. I’m surprised you’re not studying, actually.” Logan started to shake his head in response but aborted the motion immediately as it set his head spinning.
“I attempted it. My eyes seem to be having trouble maintaining focus on the words.”
“Oh, well you could watch some Netflix or something? It’s honestly creepy, you just staring at the wall like that.” Virgil placed a tray with more food beside Logan, before shrugging of his backpack.
“I do not have Netflix. It seemed an inadvisable expenditure when I should be spending my time studying.” Logan frowned, focusing on the food Virgil had brought him.
“Okay, that’s just sad. Where’s your laptop?” Logan pointed at his backpack, where it lay beside his bed, wondering what Virgil wanted with it.
“Ugh. password?” Virgil asked once the machine had successfully booted up.
“Mmm,” Logan mumbled. “Tomato.”
“That didn’t work, Logan. Are delirious too?”
“Not-” Logan frowned. “Not literally tomato. The scientific name. Solanum Lycopersicum.”
“Sola- what?”
“Solanum Lycopersicum. It’s the scientific name for the tomato. Just google it.” This time, Virgil had brought Logan some kind of soup, so he sniffed at it. It smelled like chicken broth.
“Right. Of course, that’s your password.” Virgil pulled out his phone and started typing.
“What are you doing anyway?’ Logan blew into the soup, watching Virgil out of the corner of his eye.
“I’m logging you into my Netflix account. You need something to do, and it has plenty of documentaries. I’m sure one of them will interest you.” Virgil typed into the computer for a moment more. “There, your own profile and everything. Enjoy. I’m going for a run.” And once again Virgil was out the door, leaving Logan adrift in Virgil’s complete shift in personality over the past two days.
Logan’s feeling marginally better the next day, and by Sunday afternoon, he’s feeling well enough to leave their room for his meals. Logan worries temporarily that Virgil’s been infected with whatever caught hold of him, but that fear proves unfounded, and Virgil remains as healthy as ever. With Logan’s returned health, Virgil’s attitude returns mostly to normal, but Logan finds his curiosity about his aloof roommate has only been heightened after this most recent incident. He only wishes he had an idea of how to properly thank Virgil for his help.
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