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yostresswritinggirl · 2 years

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Tied Down

Alhaitham, Cyno with an Unhinged Reader; can be seen as platonic or romantic (Tighnari & Dottore ver.)

-> Alhaitham with your out of this world ideas

Your exaggerated gasp immediately took Alhaitham's attention from his book, exquisite eyes only moving a few to look over you.

"I got a hypothesis now."

The Scribe quickly lowered his eyes, silently praying for the gods despite being a skeptic that you leave him be for his own sanity.

But of course, if the gods were unresponsive before, how would today be any different? His defeated sigh was obvious as he sees you making your way over in his peripheral.

"I have a hypothesis!"

"Do you have evidence?"

"Hear me out first!" He sighs again as you take his book, peering on the page he was on before making a disgusted face, chucking it over your shoulder.

He stares at you with no emotion. Not replying, hoping you'd take that as a no and leave him back to his peace. You don't, of course.

"So, you know how I've been studying about the elements and visions, right?" He does, of course. "I think I know the pattern on Anemo vision wielders now!"

"And that is?" His curiosity breaks his silence over the bold statement, and your smirk widened at his facade breaking.

"They all have dead friends!" Immediately after, you're on a tug-of-war as Alhaitham tries to kick you out of his office.

Alhaitham always thought that he was commonly misunderstood. After all, once he got to know you, he was sure the Akademiya lunatic title fits you more than he did.

However, it's that eccentric quality that made you standout to him, even if the way your mind works is more complex than the textbooks he reads in his spare time. And he reads a lot of advanced materials.

Sometimes your ideas are plain old jibberish, outlandish or too ahead of his time. And on better days, it makes him ponder and dissect your thoughts with vigor. So long as you have such a creative outlook, he lets the previous failures go, although you are on thin ice.

Whenever he's on his wit ends with a discovery or theorem he needs more insight on, technically you are his last option, but an option nonetheless. Something new ALWAYS sprouts when talking to you and he wants to make sure he's mentally ready for that roadtrip.

You drive him insane, pretty much, but it's the insane he preaches that makes a scholar a scholar. Instead you took that as a challenge.

Because of your operational symbiotic relationship, Alhaitham gets dragged into your antics or he genuinely supports you in your discoveries if it would help make sense of your plans.

He'll find himself negotiating with the Eremites, observing in obscure places, even putting himself in danger just so that he could take the consequences instead of you. "At what distance does the primal constructs detect approaching enemies?" The next day you'll get your answer, with a pinch on the cheek from an exhausted Alhaitham.

Besides the fact that he likes you for your 'genius', he can't deny that he enjoys your presence. Which is why he makes genuine effort to understand and appease your interests, reading through many materials about your recent hyperfixation just to keep up with the conversation - make your outings entertaining.

Best outcome is the look of pure disbelief and held shock whenever you prove him wrong. Him blinking at you with slightly agape lips while you had your hands on your hips with a wide grin.

"You were right." "Mhmm?" "I've spoken with the traveler about the individuals they met who are Anemo vision wielders, a deceased friend is a common factor. Except for a female alchemist in Mondstadt that only has an enstranged friendship." "An outlier." "Correct." "That friend must be dead by now, surely." "I worry for you sometimes."

-> Cyno with your manic antics

"Prepare for trouble."

"And make it double!"

The large congregation of merchants looks up from the boxes of canned knowledge towards the cliff overlooking their gathering where two silhouettes stood, shadowed by the high rising sun behind them.

"To protect the world from forbidden knowledge." "To unite all people in the land of knowledge!"

The confused people watched as the two suddenly faltered in their gimmicky pose and hiss at each other, the conversation too far to make out before they went back to their previous positions.

"To denounce the world of injustices and evils." "To uphold the rules and purge the illegals!"

Only when the chant of familiar, bone-chilling names did the canned knowledge merchants finally understood the confusing scene in front of them, but was all too late to flee when the judicators of the Akademiya pulled out their weapons and jumped down to the clearing.

"Team Matra will chase you down, day and night."

"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!" But the merchants never had the chance to even surrender as you struck first.

Cyno couldn't really blame you. As the Matra focused on cross-referencing and paperworks, your work isn't as... exciting as his, as you put it.

So at times when there's a rare occurrence where he does need an extra pair of hands, and you look like you're about to pass out from boredom, Cyno lets you tag along. He lives for that smile you give him every time he visits your office.

But that smile is also his doom. And the culprits you'd have to subdue. The General Mahamatra could be seen pulling his headdress down, trying to ignore the looks and pleas for mercy while you went ham on beating them up.

No, it is because of their wrongdoings that got them here in the first place, he has nothing to do with this other than following protocols.

If he's the hunting dog, you're the rabid dog always ready to bite. Actually, you're always the first one to rush straight into battle, and after the hundredth time his warnings to NOT do that had been ignored, he stopped doing so and let it be.

While his name is popular among students of the Akademiya, you're more well-known (feared) by Eremites and suspicious merchants. Scholars would rather be visited by you than the General, and the parallels never fails to amuse him.

It's not that he doesn't care, far from it actually! You have his full trust to finish your battles no matter how reckless your approach is, how your adrenaline-fueled mind and body cannot be deterred by small cuts and wounds.

And if there were rare moments when it's too much to handle, rest assured that the General would have your back to the point that you don't even realize the danger as it was already neutralized by his hands.

Cyno never shies away from complimenting your fighting style, even *complimenting *it with his own so that you two can better synergize in the battlefield. The excitement to have someone to spar with after the unfortunate retirement of his previous partner came back tenfold.

It's those rare times that he can boast his pride in front of you, showing his unmatched strength that you have yet to properly win against.

His job as a Matra and the General Mahamatra had always been a dangerous path to walk, and he greatly appreciates that you can keep up and join him without problems.

Besides, he has a front row seat of just how feral and strong you can be. A side that those used to your office persona will never lay eyes on, his very own privilege.

There was a Tighnari and Dottore version for this but I got too busy with my birthday and my tipsy self cannot be bothered to write more so have this

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #exile.flower #cyno x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #gender neutral #genshin impact #cyno #Alhaitham #genshin impact crack #sumeru arc

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kneelingshadowsalome · 11 months

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Would you mind talking more about Ghost? I dig your interpretation on him so i'm curious if you'd share your thoughts; since i know how COD in general writes these characters and we know romance isn't on the table for them, ESP for someone like Ghost (even confimred by his voice actor too!)

So all that aside, in your opinion, what would it take to win Ghost's heart (or well, Simon's)? :)

It's great to hear you like my interpretation of Ghost! I'll gladly share my thoughts on this, the supposed love life of Simon Riley is one of my favorite subjects 🧐

Thoughts on what would it take to win Simon's heart under the cut ->

To be honest I see it highly unlikely that Ghost would date. I think Samuel Roukin's opinion on this matter was spot on. Simon's traumatic background, trust issues, the need to stay anonymous and his profession as a special ops soldier is just too heavy a combo. His family's murder and multiple betrayals have pushed him on a path of extreme independence and made him evade any kind of attachment.

That being said... I'm a hopeless romantic and love to imagine scenarios just like every other little simp here 🩷💋, and I've pictured (and occasionally written) him to be drawn to someone who is principally the opposite of himself, but who also has a dash of angst in their heart and firsthand experience or at least some basic understanding of complex trauma.

A positive vibes only/sunshine type of person would not resonate well with his darkness, and a carefree joker would only annoy him. Then again, there's Soap – but the thing with John MacTavish is that he shares the same profession and in that way, is not a stranger to the Underworld. Their banter is also evidence enough that Soap is not afraid of Ghost's madness and even looks up to him – actually a perfect way to make someone like Ghost enjoy your company. This man has a terrible praise kink but he can't stand spineless bootlickers. So the adoration should happen in a "I trust you and would follow you to hell & back" kind of way.

However, due to the shit he's been through, I'd say (contrary to popular headcanon, I dunno?) that Simon would likely fall for someone outside the military world. First of all, he's very uncomfortable with the fact that his partner has to fear for his safety. But the fear of losing his partner to the dangers of this profession would be a little too much. It would only trigger a shitload of PTSD stuff. The fear of losing a loved one again would override the mutual experience and bonding through warfare, all the elements which otherwise might be pull factors in a military love interest. On the other hand, people with traumatic backgrounds tend to repeat the pattern, no matter how horrific or unsafe, simply because it's familiar. Still, I'd say someone from the base personnel would be a more alluring option for him. The shared hell, so to say, could make the foundations of this relationship quite dark. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing!

Deep down, Simon would be attracted to softness. Not innocence, per se, just something different from the realm in which he operates. This is why I think he could definitely fall for "a normie". He would appreciate dark humor and a certain kind of fearlessness, however. What ultimately would win his heart is someone who can stand, even cherish, his melancholy and cynicism and life choices and who is not on a quest to change or "fix" him.

I think Simon's ultimate wish is to find a home because he has lost it (or hasn't really had one in the first place). He's a leader and has to provide safety and support on a daily basis to the people under his command. But who offers support and safety to him? He knows how to protect people but doesn't know how to create a safe space, so he would appreciate someone who makes him feel he's finally found his way home. I think he yearns for a small measure of peace and a slice of normal life to wash away the adrenaline and blood and filth, he wants a small corner free from the demons that haunt him, even if he would reluctantly (if ever) admit that he does.

#answered #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons

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fruityfroggy · 7 months

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Some over analysis of the poses in this TS promotional art, because I can (I think)

(Also, this turned out sooo damn long, so be warned)

Okay, so I had this thought about their hand positionings alluding to a general idea of their (initial) intentions.

There seems to be a pattern with the general placements of the Lis hands that splits pretty evenly. Said placements are: holding out their hand (Ais and Kuras), having their hand on the side of their face/head region (Vere and Leander), and hands that aren't really doing much (Mhin).

Holding out your hand tends to have a more welcoming and helpful association and feeling to it. So, Ais and Kuras holding out a hand could signify an actual sense of wanting to help MC find a cure. This makes a lot of sense for the two of them since they do seem like the least toxic ones from what we’ve been able to get from the demo (of course, Mhin doesn’t seem very toxic either, but their situation is a little different). Also, I did take into consideration that Kuras is kinda…suspicious in a way, but I think that that could be conveyed by his hand not being held out directly toward the viewer. This might mean that he isn’t necessarily as genuine about it as Ais in some way, but he is for the most part.

Putting your hand(s) on the side of your face/head when posing tends to bring more attention to your face. You’re bringing interest to that area by having your hand do something that could enhances how your face region looks. So Vere and Leander on the other hand (pun intended), having a hand placed in said area could represent how they’re planning on “helping you” in a way that prioritizes benefiting them. Vere wants to be free from his magic-bound leash, and he sees that MC is very determined to get involved with the Senobium. He thinks that if he plays his cards right, then MC’s empathy could bring them to help him break free. Promising guidance for MC’s mission is the first step to playing his cards right. Leander’s route though, is clearly going to end in betrayal that would cause some sort of benefit for him. It’s just not as clear when it comes to what it is exactly.

With Mhin’s pose, there’s a clear difference from the others. They’re not doing anything extra with their hands. They’re not posing in a way that purposefully tries to grab your attention, which could represent how they don’t have any particular intentions toward MC at this point in the game. Mhin doesn’t want help, and they don’t want anything from MC either. I don’t even think that they know about MC’s curse yet (unless I’m forgetting something), Mhin truly doesn’t have much of a reason to interact with them again unless MC approaches them first. Mhin could likely not be the one who starts an interaction between the two for a good while in their route. MC is the one that has to try and get Mhin's attention if they want to romance them, not the other way around like the other Lis. MC has to convince Mhin to come with them, as there's no willingness from them (yet).

Another thing I've noticed is that Mhin's pose is compact compared to the rest of the group (all shoulders back, one arm up in one way or another). Of course, it's a fairly casual compactness. They're not completely hugging their knees to their chest or anything. But looking at the image altogether, Mhin does seem to be an outlier of sorts. I mean, they're the only one sitting, they're the most compact, they're the only one who's not being attention seeking to any degree. All of this conveys their closed-off personality very well, yes (it's like they didn't wanna be there and just wanted to quickly get it over with), but maybe this says something about their route too. Like I mentioned before, MC will have to try extra hard for Mhin to gain a sense of fondness toward them. So, the lack of fondness and desire to be around MC at the start could also be a reason that they barely fit in with the pre-established posing conventions (is that a phrase?). No other Li has shown signs of this except for Mhin, possibly making a big difference in how you play their route (as opposed to the rest).

I feel like this is most likely the only actual intentional symbolism that I mentioned so far, but I do want to point out that the mini Eridia at the bottom is heavily scooched to the left so that it barely touches Mhin. I just like this little detail because it's quite a clever way to sneakily remind you that they're an outsider too (if that was intentional). But the fact that we needed to be reminded of that, especially in such a sneaky way. It's almost as if it's emphasizing the fact. I haven't thought of a possible reason for it, but I feel like there could be something in there.

Okay, this was all that I could find and think of. If anything else comes to me, I may do another part. But I think this is enough hidden stuff for an image of Lis to promote a visual novel.....right?

#sorry the writing's kinda shit #and longer than I would have the patience to read if I were you #but take a gander if you're fine with that #half of this was written at 2am #not me acting like I'm an expert or smth (I'm not)#these are all just thoughts that might not even make any sense at all #I’m not sure anymore #I just wrote this for fun #touchstarved theory

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jikookuntold · 3 months

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Sorry but don't you think it was already for Jikookers the moment JK's video was leaked ?

Saw many explanations and excuses saying it's made up, set up, fake etc. But really? There was no original source of video to prove it was edited. We can clearly see it's him in his apartment and bam running around him. It was filmed in Feb from his hairstyle, when bam was still with him. I saw some of big Jikokkers here having a relieved sigh when he said he don't have a gf now but He only said he don't have a gf in September. Tbh enough time to casually date and breakup with a girl.. which I've always thought his dating pattern is. So technically he wasn't lying either. And didn't he said he don't feel like wanting anyone and just want to concentrate on work for now? Doesn't that mean he don't have any partner but will have a gf in future ? In short not only he denied he had gf at the moment but also anyone special in his life. I don't think 'homophobic country' excuses applies as they literally enlisted together infront of everyone in the same country's military.

Also saw someone saying it can be a friend. But think.. who hugs some random girl in their apartment when their partner is not present there? Imagine spotting your bf hugging some random woman like that in apartment when they are alone at night. Doesn't make sense right ?

Another category of jikookers was going with 'open relationship' explanation but still not accepting Jikook is not romantically involved and everything was just them reading it wrong. Because if anyone listened to things Jimin said its clear af he only want to be in exclusive relationship.. maybe JK too but he was not even available for a serious relationship then.

Only a small percentage of Jikookers accepted its real and he has a gf irl or atleast not dating Jimin.

When i see Jikookers trying to deny it and find every excuses, it sounds like taekookers who still think Taennie was fake and army who think it's fake videos and pics.

But even worse for taekookers because one was seen holding his gf's hand in Paris while another was hugging his gf in his apartment all while choosing songs only about fucking women 😭 ik he said its not about his real life but only he chose songs like that. Others wrote their own songs but Tae's songs weren't autobiographical either and none of them were about fucking women or hetero sex. If it was rhythm he liked them they could've wrote some meaningful or even funny lyrics but nope all were about sex with women. If that doesn't tell about JK's sexuality and interests idk what will, 3D's choreo was fucking gross too. He's naturally drawn to what he likes. Tkkrs survive by lying and living in delusional world denying reality.. now jikookers also doing the same thing imo 🤷‍♀️ so idk why you have to make taekookers understand their ship is not real when Jikook isn't real too and 90% chance JK is straight af.

First of all, there is no reason for me to believe that blurry video posted on a chinese platform is Jungkook. Look for yourself, where is his lip piercing? Or the scar on his cheek? Or the mole under his lip? Huh? 😼

Wonder why that sasaeng who was spying for hours on a perfect angle on his window to catch him with the girl, didn't use a better cam instead of a toaster so their faces don't look like bread loafs? Even a normal phone has a better camera. Why in the other photos they leaked of him alone in his house the quality is good and the angle is completely different? When they explain this, I can agree that this ghost-face is JK. Otherwise it's just someone with bangs backhugging a giant pregnant lady wearing a night gown behind an open window on a breezy night.

About your mental gymnastic, in the listening party, fans were leaving comments asking "do you have a girlfriend?" And his answer was addressing that repetitive question, not the video. And don't give me this category of jikookers that percentage of jikookers thing. I don't care about anyone else's opinion, they can have their own, I have mine.

Don't you dare to compare that thing with Taennie. Taennie had 10 different HD photos leaked together and many obvious clues and hints proving the photos and the relationship was real, and even biggest and the most reliable media sources like Rolling Stone, BBC, Billboard, Dispatch, JTBC, etc wrote articles about them dating and being spotted together. JK didn't even wait for two days to react to that nonsense, but Tae was totally silent about it for almost two years. On the contrary, he started it all with following Jennie on IG, and then fueled it with more hints and wearing matching jewelry. Kmedia said they have been separated for months, so he could come up and say "I don't have a girlfriend" just like his dongsaeng but he didn't 🤷‍♀

Did you know Ricky Martin, George Michael, Freddie Mercury and many other queer singers for decades sang songs about having sex with women? Some was even their own lyrics while they were gay af lol. And you say Tae is gayer than JK because he didn't sing about having sex with women 😹

And how Jikook enlisting together has anything to do with this at all? Who said anything about homophobic country? Do guys deny having girlfriend in a homophobic country? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Did Jikook went to apply for buddy system and say "Sir, we are gay and in love, we can't stand being separated, please let us enlist together 😃🏳‍🌈" Nope.

The military of this homophobic country made this system available for close friends and relatives between the ages 18 and 28 to minimize the mental and physical traumas of mandatory service, and they are not going to ask them if they are having sex.

We always said Jikook can't live without each other, but it was people like you who come up with things like "they can't stand each other" "they only look close on cameras" "they don't care about each other" "they have different and separated lives" "they broke up" 🤡 Now that it is proved that Jikook is the closest and the most inseparable duo in BTS you are still brave on your shit? 💩

And since that video is your last straw I made this edit for you, I hope you like it 😻

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starsinmylatte · 7 months

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Hi, can I ask for F, G, and R from the smut headcanons (for the hot blue man) and maybe also Y if you want/have enough time? Love your writing, keep up the fine work (of giving us Thrawn girls things to feast on)

Thank you, Anon, my beloved!! I have a solemn duty to feed my fellow Thrawn Girlies (gn) 💜🥰

Original smut headcanon post here

Other letters I've answered: Q, S, Z || E, M, and W

Warnings: There really aren't any for this one besides NSFW. It's sweet and intimate here, besties.

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Any first with Thrawn is going to be so deeply passionate. He isn't one for random flings, and I don't think he's much for escort services (although he'd respect the profession). For him to truly find release in the arms of someone else, he'd have to trust them, and that in itself is an incredibly tricky thing given his position. Needless to say, anyone Thrawn is having sex with is important to him and has been for a time. Because of that, he is absolutely determined to show them how much he cares.

Every touch, kiss, and caress is filled with hunger and Thrawn's pure desire for intimacy with you. The sex isn't necessarily gentle, it's more reverent. He doesn't treat you like you'll break because he knows you won't.

I feel in my soul that there are probably multiple rounds, but the very first one is Thrawn trying to manifest his feelings for you into a physical form of intimacy. It's slow and intimate lovemaking, but the implication behind it is obvious... your souls are entwining as much as your bodies are.

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

Thrawn is the type to break the pace at which he's fucking you to take a devastatingly slow roll of his hips, press a kiss to your temple, and murmur something to you in Cheunh.

When you learn more of his native tongue, you realize that he's telling you how beautiful you are. Thrawn calls you his beloved, precious, and more, whispering all that you mean to him and just how amazing you are against your skin.

He's also the type to hold your hand while he fucks you, lacing his fingers through yours while you cry out in pleasure.

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

His eyes glow brightly when the two of you are alone and he wants physical intimacy. Thrawn is able to hide it (to an extent) when others are around or if the timing isn't appropriate.

That being said, it's also very similar to how they glow when he's excited or intrigued by something. Only like three people probably know him well enough to tell the difference, so he is able to find an easy excuse.

Thrawn also gets handsy when he's in the mood, his voice gets a little deeper, and his accent comes back. Even if he can't get as handsy as he'd like, he still manages clandestine touches of your hand or shoulder. They are touches that seem mundane to everyone, but you know exactly what they mean.

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Alright, there's a certain level of "light sleeper" you have to be when you can be called on at any moment for an emergency (ask me how I know this lmao), and Thrawn is basically on 24/7 call as a Grand Admiral.

That being said, his sleep patterns are interesting. He sleeps better next to his beloved, especially after sex.

Thrawn, the infamous tactician and Grand Admiral of the Seventh Fleet is a clingy cuddler. He needs to feel his beloved is safe in his arms and his preferred sleeping position is any that allows him to fully wrap himself around his partner.

When Thrawn is alone, he tends to wander into his office at 0200 when he has an important thought, or because he needs a fresh perspective on a piece of art he's studying, but when his beloved is sleeping next to him, he's a little more conscious of what is imminently important and what can wait until morning. Thrawn's desire to not disturb his lover actually backfires into him taking better care of himself, too.

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #blue man hot #lyria rambles #star wars #chiss #thrawn x reader #grand admiral thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x y/n #star wars fanfiction #star wars fan fiction #star wars imagine #fanfic game

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katy-133 · 1 year

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Rick Sanchez Showing Signs of ASD for 30 Images

(Re-posting this from a previous reblog I posted in. For organisational purposes.)

(Using some notes from CDC.gov and NHS.uk)

“People with [autism spectrum disorder (ASD)] often have problems with social communication and interaction, and restricted or repetitive behaviors or interests. People with ASD may also have different ways of learning, moving, or paying attention. It is important to note that some people without ASD might also have some of these symptoms.” - Signs and Symptoms of Autism Spectrum Disorder, CDC.gov

Similar to the above quote, some of the below examples can be explained through Doylist (meta) explanations (for example, Rick usually wears the same clothes because that's a common trope in animation, due to asset limitations and marketing/merchandise reasons).

With that in mind:

Bad sensory, overstimulation: Rick preferring to eat just noodles (possibly due to texture/taste aversion), instead of having what everyone else in the family is having.

Getting very upset if someone touches or gets too close: Rick pushing Morty away when Morty runs up to hug him.

Stimming (repetitive performance of certain physical movements or vocalisations) by moving his fists in a celebratory shaking motion in multiple episodes.

Gets upset by minor changes. Rick getting mad at Morty for changing the position of his car seat, refusing to leave a dangerous situation until it's re-adjusted.

Rick: "Wait, did you f**k with my seat settings?!"

Having the same routine every day and getting very anxious if it changes: Rick being upset that Morty is busy and can't go on an adventure with him (like in a typical episode).

Gastrointestinal issues (for example, constipation). An episode focuses on Rick needing to go to a custom planet (that felt safe and secluded) to use the toilet and feeling great distress upon learning that someone else found the planet.

Has a safe food that is seeked out for comfort. Rick likes wafers. He's seen getting them from the kitchen in multiple episodes, Beth makes sure the house is stocked with them, and the Citadel of Ricks even has its own factory to produce them.

Referencing good sensory: Rick talking in detail about pancakes covered in syrup, not wanting the pancakes to go bad.

Rick: "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got pancakes back home with syrup on top of them. They're about to hit that critical point of syrup absorption that turns the cakes into a gross paste. And I hate to get all Andy Rooney about it, but I think we all like fluffy discs of cake with syrup on top!"

And Rick enjoying pancakes in S1E10 and S4E2:

Has obsessive interests. Rick becoming hyper-focused on giant mecha collecting and Morty reminding him to not go overboard on his new hyperfixation.

Morty: "Sometimes, enough is... ?" Rick: (Sadly) "Sometimes enough is enough."

Liking to plan things carefully before doing them: Rick keeping various helpful inventions in his lab coat just in case he needs them later (Vindicators episode).

Infodumping (to excitedly share a large amount of information about a highly-focused subject or passion at one time, usually in great detail and length).

Finding it hard to talk about feelings: Rick having hesitation in apologising and explaining his thoughts and feelings to Jerry.

Rick: "If I'm genuinely cool, I should be able to love you. Which I... therefore do."

Avoids or does not keep eye contact: Rick looking away or breaking eye contact with Morty. Image set of Morty calling him out:

Rick breaking eye contact while lying to Morty:

Having a preferred outfit to wear each day (can be cause of sensory issues). Rick wearing the same blue shirt for over 40 years (we see in flashbacks that it was brighter and has faded with time).

Unusual speech patterns, such as stuttering. Rick's stuttering decreases as seasons progress.

Vocal stimming (when someone repeats a specific sound or phrase to produce sensory stimulation). Some autistic children find it easier to make up their own words. Rick repeatedly saying, "wubba lubba dub dub." He will also repeat his own words (echolalia) immediately afterwards.

Delay edecholalia, scripting (when someone "saves" exact phrases and uses them later to make social situations easier). Rick (in The Ricks Must Be Crazy) remembers Morty's comment, "that just sounds like slavery with extra steps" and uses it later to try and win an argument with another scientist.

Not picking up social cues, finding it hard to understand what others are thinking or feeling. Rick making a joke and then realising the other person is in too much distress to laugh with him (has done this with both Morty and Jerry).

Rick: "You're not laughing?" (Expression changes upon realising) "Oh, right. You're dying."

Unconventional grief response, "inappropriate" facial expressions, lack of fear: Rick reacting to burying himself in a less uneasy way than Morty.

"To the point" style of social interaction. Rick often speaks bluntly and is seen as rude by other characters in response.

Rick: "Everyone, f**k off. Morty, I need your help."

Has a terrible memory but can remember ridiculously difficult information if it interests him. Rick forgets his portal gun and leaves it behind, but can remember the formula for various chemical reactions without using a reference (ending of M.Night Shaym-Aliens!).

And finally...

President Curtis referencing Rick's neurodivergency:

Rick's comment:

Rick: "I'm not touching that thing,"

Rick finding a roundabout way to let Morty know that he (Rick) also has ASD:

Rick: "Is this game popular with autistic people?" Morty: "Why would you say something like that?" Rick: "Because I'm starting to love it."

Wish I could have added more examples, but 30 images is Tumblr's current post limit.

(I understand that the potential meme joke by OP is that the "NOT YOU" image is of Rick from season 1, versus his markedly changed characterisation in season 5-onwards, that focused more on coding Rick as neurodivergent.)

I hope this has been in some part educational for a few readers. Happy Autism Acceptance Month.

But now for the disclaimer bit: Don't take it from me, learn more about ASD.

#tumblr won't let me add links sorry.#rick and morty #my text #storytelling #neurodiversity #long post

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a-tale-of-legends · 21 days

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Hmmmm. You know I've always been subconsciously knew that Blue ( rival) had different sprites throughout the game, but I never really took the time to like. Analyze them? And truthfully there isn't much to analyze but I do find it interesting on how the sprites differ from the original rbgy games and FRLG.

So let's start with rbgy. Or rather rbg cause yellow has some slight difference despite its overall same pattern.

This is the sprite to represent Blue from the first 3 battles ( as in the one in the lab, the optional one in viridian city and the one in cerulean city right before nugget bridge). This pretty much captures Blue pretty well. This cocky kid who thinks he's better than you,lmao. Got his signature hand gesture too. This was during the early game, I would say. Where he does probably think " yeah there's no way Red would catch up with me, hur hur".

Then we reach the fourth sprite on the S.S. Anne

This sprite is the sprite that's used for the rest of the game until his champion battle. This one gives such a different vibe than the first one. He looks so much more focused compared to his other sprite. Like he's looking directly as the player this time, PokeBall out, in a semi hunched position getting ready. He doesn't even have a smirk on his face, which I find very interesting. There's many ways to interpret this really, one of which is a simple " the game is telling you your getting to the mid game now". For me personally, I think it reflects on how Blue starts seeing the player. I kinda see it where Blue is starting to realize that Red is catching up, so to speak. That he can't treat them entirely like a joke anymore. He's still gonna talk shit ( the best an 11 year old can anyway) but like. It's a thought at the back of his mind. Especially when he keeps losing, like Red is almost a threat to what he wants. It's also interesting to think about this with the context of " Red and Blue where childhood friends turned rivals". I mean. They were always rivals according to professor oak, but you get what I'm trying to say right? I think this is where the " competition" gets real to blue, and he's taking it as seriously as he can, now with the facade of him being this snarky jerk. Again, that's just my interpretation of it, I'm down to hear others!

And finally....

Champion Blue! This sprite technically makes blue the first champion to have a different outfit compared to their usual sprite, which I find cool. Also this is probably what they used for reference for his look on HGSS. Probably, I don't actually know. I do think it's kinda cute that this implies he went into the elite 4 looking his best hgvhvgvgvcg. Anyway, to the actual analysis. He did it! He became champion! Before Red,too. I know I just said it was cute that Blue had an outfit change for this moment but it still shows his very show boaty nature I think. He wants Red to know he won. He wants everyone to know he won. He worked hard to get where he is and by Arceus he is going to show for it. Here's my thing though. I can't tell if he's smirking or not. I don't think he is, to it's still kinda hard to say? To me anyway. But let's go with the fact that he's not smirking. And like yeah. He's champion. This is the ultimate battle that probably means everything to him and Red. He wants to be serious about this. I just find it interesting how ever since that 4th battle he hasn't had a visible smile or smirk. His words have always been very "Blue" but his facial expressions don't fully convey that? Like his body language doesn't exactly show someone who's overly cocky, and someone who thinks he's at the top of the world, even in his champion battle, with all of that swagger. I dunno if I can accurately write my thoughts down on this but. It's weird to have Blue not smirk. Does that make sense? And not to say that Blue shouldn't be seen as serious but to lose that smirk so quickly as of the 4th battle ( third if you just didn't do the optional battle) is so. Weird. Even if he is taking Red seriously, even if he is starting to see Red as a threat rather than a friend, where's his bravado?

Am I looking way too deeply into this? Yes. Am I done. Nope!

.....oh boy. This is gonna be a bit longer than I thought-

Pokemon Yellow pretty much had the same philosophy of rbg in Blue's sprites, showcasing different poses for different parts of the journey. Where it differs is the second sprite

The second sprite for the 4th (or 3rd) battle and onward his pretty much the same as rbg, expect more polished, I think. And! He's still smirking! As much as I loved over analyzing and theorizing the shit out of his previous sprites, this sprite is way better at conveying Blue as Blue I think. The position still makes it clear that Blue is taking Red more seriously, especially with the PokeBall out, but it doesn't feel as intense as the rbg ones did imo. Though that could also be bc of the coloring. Overall it just better shows Blue character. Again, I still like the shit I wrote before, and honestly it kinda makes me appreciate Blue more, but like. Yeah, this one shows his character better. And it makes this:

Less weird to me. Minus taking away his "champion outfit". How dare they honestly. But anyway, having Blue have his usual smirk throughout the game only to drop it once he has his final battle with Red for champion. Cause like to. To him this fight would literally mean everything. He has to keep it serious. I don't have much to really say other than this pose Blue is in looks like he's just about to throw that PokeBall. I think it's neat given how important this battle is to him.

Now we can finally go to the frlg sprites bc they're kinda weird to me.

This is his sprite for the first three battles. It's. So different compared to the rbgy ones. This this sprite looks more like the sprite that he would have had for his fourth fight. And what's more!

This is his sprite that's used for fourth battle onwards. And I was so confused about this when I saw it cause. What was it trying to convey? Yeah we know that Blue is cocky, but this feels. Odd character wise. Though then I realized that this sprite and the sprite before are like. Switched versions of the rbgy ones ( specifically yellow in terms of characterization). Though I don't want to make it seem likes it's an inherently bad thing. Like it's an odd choice to me, but I can kinda see something with it. With the rbgy sprites, to me, Blue goes from not fully taking the player seriously to realizing " oh shit, Red could beat me I can't have that" to the serious battle that makes or breaks everything. This progression in frlg is like. Starting out on equal terms, but as time goes on Blue just gets more and more cocky until the last moment where you take him off his high horse. At least sprite wise, that's what that story conveys. And honestly I think both are totally fine stories to tell with Blue. I personally like the rbgy sprites better. In terms of character telling I mean. Also I can't stress enough this is just my own interpretation of these sprites that honestly don't really impact the story much. I just found it interesting that Blue actually has different sprites at all at specific points in the plot. Oh wait before I forget

This is the sprite that Blue has for his champion battle. I think he's pointing at the player? Again it's such an interesting vibe in comparison to those before it, but overall it still showcases what it needs to in terms of what the player/Red/Green/Leaf should feel at this very moment. All or nothing, winner takes all, you get it.

Aaaaand yeah. The rbg section kinda stole the show but I think it's good context for the rest of it. I hope this was enjoyable to you all and if you have your own interpretations of Blue's sprites and what they mean, I'd like to hear them!

#r rambles #rival blue #trainer blue #blue oak #pokemon #long post

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altschmerzes · 8 months

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Can’t wait for your two aces story. Any updates you want to/can share??

i'd LOVE to talk about the two aces fic at literally any point. it's so dear to my heart, i love it. at the moment i'm making good progress trekking through it and contemplating if i want to leave it as a oneshot or if i want to split it into chapters bc it's already close to 6k and i've just got a few scenes done and some drafting for some others! it's gonna be pretty long lmao, which is the story of my life. not gonna be HUGE like some of my fics end up being but it's gonna be long enough and have enough distinct beats that i'm thinking about splitting it.

we've got the initial presentation of the situation, jamie and dani getting used to living together and finding a new status quo in that bc of their injuries and how to help each other with the things they can't do (for example the initial moment where they decide to sleep in the same bed is related to dani's shoulder injury and the way he keeps rolling onto it in the night), exploration of their relationship getting deeper and getting into the big things they're afraid of that are holding them back from being physically/emotionally vulnerable with each other (they both have a Big Fear that's causing them trouble here), and then the realization that because of their healing progression they can go back to normal soon and deciding that like. actually we don't want this to go back to normal, we want to stay like this, we want to be each other's Person and have this relationship be A Relationship (nonromantic) intentionally. so there's some different beats, and might be worth splitting?

idk. sorry i'm just thinking out loud in answer to this ask now i hope this is interesting slkdfjs

here's a clip from it, too! it's from very early on, i've posted a few lines from it but it's a bit of a longer scene. dani's phone charger got stuck behind his bed and he can't reach it bc his shoulder is all messed up so jamie's going to get it while dani's making breakfast in the kitchen, this is before they're living together

Jamie has just managed to close his hand around the distant and illusive cord of the charger and is scooting back along the mattress in his awkward shuffle around the awkward bulk of his twice-braced leg when he hears a loud crash and a sharp curse from the kitchen. Instantly, before he’s even fully processed what he’s heard, his body goes rigid. His heart leaps into his throat and his shoulders and the back of his neck seize up so tight they ache immediately. Sudden, loud sounds in homes have never meant anything good for him. It’s only once the initial panic, the kind that says run, run, find somewhere to hide, be quiet and still and get as close as you can get to disappearing, has been hushed and dismissed and reminded that it’s an outdated and unnecessary instinct that another, different kind of panic takes over. Dani, Jamie thinks, and his heart lurches all over again. This is a new sort of fear, hot and trembling, like there’s a little bird in his chest beating its wings frantically, trying to get out. Oh fuck, Dani. Getting up off the bed is difficult and cumbersome but Jamie goes as quick as he can with the use of only one leg. He fumbles for his crutches and leans on them too heavily when he stands, but he doesn’t care that it hurts a bit. The ache of the way the padded tops dig uncomfortably under his arms and how the plastic of the handholds are an odd, wrong shape are far from Jamie’s mind as he hobbles towards the kitchen, going so quickly that he could probably win some kind of guys-on-crutches race if such a thing existed. “Dani,” he calls as he goes, and then, louder, “Dani, man, y’alright? What happened?” “Yes, Jamie, fine,” is the slightly delayed answer, delivered moments before Jamie rounds the corner and comes into sight of the kitchen. The first thing that Jamie notices is the floor. It’s made of a light, slate grey tile pattern that he thinks is neat, studded through with the odd yellow or silvery tile. The effect is cool and modern with a touch of brightness and fun, but at the moment the whole thing is rather ruined by the way there’s a scattering of broken class and blueberries disrupting the pattern. In the soft, warm glow of the overhead lights, the glass glitters and the blueberries shine like tokens to be collected in a video game. The round metal lid of what had once been some kind of jar glints innocently by the sink. (Dani had put in the new, gently toned lights recently, swapped the bulbs a few weeks before the season started. He’d done it after he noticed Jamie kept squinting and wincing under the harsher white light every time he was in Dani’s kitchen. He’d gone and replaced all of them, even though Jamie had insisted it was fine, it was dumb to change things in Dani’s house just because he had a weird problem about lights. Dani had looked at him like Jamie was the dumb one and shook his head and told him they are just lightbulbs, Jamie, and that had been the end of it.) And then, in the middle of it all, the glass and the blueberries and the tile floor and the lovely lights, there’s Dani. He’s standing by the counter, leaning back against it with his good arm, and there’s just enough time for Jamie to catch a glimpse of the intense frustration creasing his face before he looks up and over and it’s wiped away. All that’s left behind is a smile. It’s a good smile, it looks good, happy and friendly like Dani’s smiles do, but there’s something about it that makes Jamie feel uneasy. Well, no. Not uneasy. That word is too… That’s not right. It’s hard to imagine anything that Dani could do with his face that would make Jamie feel truly uneasy. Concerned, then. Concerned is the right word. “Sorry,” Dani says with an apologetic shrug of his left shoulder. “My hand slipped and I dropped the jar.”

#long post #gav gab #gav answers #fic: loneliness into loneliness #augh queerplatonic two aces fic my beloved-#once more fucking hilarious a bunch of people i don't know are liking and rb'ing a post i made abt it #clearly assuming i am referring to Fic About Two Asexual Characters #when this fic is about an allo character and an aroallo character lmaoooo

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commsroom · 1 year

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Ok this is totally fix-it fic territory, just you're the only person I've seen who also doesn't love Eiffel's ending BUT What if after getting far enough away from whatever Cutter was using to block the dear listeners' abilities, Bob gives Eiffel his memory back. They have his brain almost completely copied after all. It would also be interesting to see him struggle with "would I really do THAT?" Like he just has such a hard time believing himself capable of growth and having positive impacts

oh, i honestly don't even think it's fix-it territory! i genuinely think he will regain his memory at some point; i think it makes narrative sense.

whether it's possible, with what the show sets up? the dear listeners are only invested insofar as it might impact the process, but, like you said, they could restore eiffel's memory. maybe even without active involvement. lovelace's blood was still working on eiffel (slowly, which might even make for a stronger case) a few days before the events of the finale, and memory is clearly a consideration in the 'pattern' of duplicates. maybe the regenerative properties apply to memory, too. and pryce scanned eiffel's brain back in ep 55, with the same kind of machine that was meant to instantly relay hilbert's memories back to canaveral; it's plausible there could be a backup.

... but even if none of that were the case! wolf 359 is a character drama, and what's important is what it says about eiffel. doug eiffel, who has spent so much of his life running from himself, whose character arc is about confronting and coming to terms with all of the people he's been, and his impact on the lives of the people he cares about. wiping his memory - if it's meant to be permanent - feels like a fulfillment of that wish, and it would be kind of. at odds with the themes of the show, when in every case it takes such a stance against attempted martyrdom. but as a set up for self-reflection and self-confrontation? i think it makes perfect sense, for someone who externalizes as much as eiffel does. i don't think restoring eiffel's memory is a cop out or fix-it any more than lovelace not actually dying is - it's not a tragic sacrifice, it's a narrative catalyst for character development. or, at least, that's how it makes sense to me.

i won't get too into the rest of my reasoning, since i know it gets long and it's mostly stuff i've talked about before, but! i do actually think the finale is a good narrative choice, i just feel differently about it than a lot of people seem to. maybe because the writers talk so much about their fondness for earned happy endings - that a happy ending is most impactful when you really think there won't be one - i just can't see wolf 359 as a tragedy. the simplified version: if "am i still doug eiffel?" is unanswered, then that's a whole set of unexplored themes. but if "am i still doug eiffel?" is a question with an answer - if the rest of the show, the repeated affirmation that other characters are who they decide they are despite their respective identity crises, the thematic context, "wanna find out together?", if all of that is the answer - then that final scene is an encapsulation and reaffirmation of the show itself. in my opinion, that makes for a really good ending.

#obviously i'm leaving a bunch of stuff out since i've talked about it before and it's impossible to cover all of it every time #and i will reiterate there's a distinction between. whether he's still eiffel. which i think is a pretty clear narrative yes #and whether he should get his memory back. which i also believe for overlapping but separate reasons.#but... you know!! thank you for asking. it's such a complicated topic but i do genuinely believe this makes the most narrative sense #and re: eiffel not believing in his own ability for growth. yes! exactly. i think it's notable that when he's listening to that early log #he first asks 'am i still that same person?' which is a very different question from 'am i still doug eiffel?'#the person in that log was doug eiffel. but not the same person. even before he lost his memory.#doug eiffel #wolf 359 #w359 #asks

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maehemthemisfit · 8 months

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Mermaid kazuha likes gifting you pretty seashells the most...he's always thrilled if you somehow made it into an accessory & wear it on your person! You know he likes seeing you with his gifts bc it's easy to notice how he's constantly glancing at it, or trying to fix it if it's crooked or got a bit hidden whether it's from your sleeve, clothes, hair, anywhere! He constantly wants to see it visible on you!

(sorry to jump in all of a sudden, but I really like the idea of mermaid kazuha (honestly I've been thinking of my favs as mermaids as of late despite not knowing much abt mermaids...) Anyway hope you have a nice day! Again sorry to pop in out of nowhere!)

This is so adorable!! Now i'm plagued with the thought of Kazuha going shell shopping in the ocean because no no, he can't get you just any shell, it has to be perfect! So he spends quiet a lot of time digging and turning shells, expecting them for cracks and blemishes and comparing which ones has the prettiest patterns with a color that brings out the beauty of your eyes.

Perhaps giving seashells is an act of courtship and that's why he's so meticulous of what he brings.

Oh but imagine one day while waiting by the shore for your arrival, a crab took interest in the shell he brought and decided to move in, and just as the little hermit slips its last leg in, does Kazuha notice his gift being nabbed from right under his nose. Thus, proceeds a long, comedic, and arduous battle of trying to get the crab to leave, from trying to coax it into other shells, to trying to pry it out (without cracking it ofc). when all passive methods fail, his last option was to offer the stubborn crab to the birds to eat, but his premeditated plan came to a halt when you arrived for your daily meetings and he quickly hides the evidence, greeting you as usual minus his gift of a seashell. oh well... he'll admire the ones you're currently wearing until he finds a way to one up that crab.

crab: 1 kazuha: 0

no need to apologize^^ i'm always down for some brainrots/drabbles. and honestly mermaid characters just hit different fsr and it's making me feral.

#this is so pixar coded #sleepy thoughts #answered 💌#[🍩] mae . • . ° inbox ♡⁠˖#mermaid #mermaid kazuha #kazuha #kazuha drabbles

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bagheerita · 18 days

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five feet high and Sweeter than Heaven, Hotter than Hell for the WIP game? ❤️️ I also have to admit an interest in what Alien Sheep is…

Sweeeet ❤️❤️❤️

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This got pretty long, so it's under a cut.

In summary:

Five Feet High involves Todd doing high stress babysitting while Sheppard wades through bureaucracy

Sweeter than Heaven is a multi ship pwp

Alien Sheep is a conversation between John & Todd

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"Five Feet High and Rising” is a story in my “my name forevermore” series, so it is John/Todd. In this particular story, shenanigans cause Todd and a younger Wraith OC named Taibshe to be stranded on Earth. They run into and inadvertently rescue a pair of kidnapped children, and the four of them hike around in the mountains for awhile. Meanwhile, Sheppard comes back to Earth/the SGC to try to help find them. In this series, Sheppard is not the military commander of Atlantis but instead the wraith liasion officer. Atlantis has an official alliance established with several Wraith queens, and Earth is ok with that as long as it's in a different galaxy and not their problem. Now that it IS their problem (Todd ate some kidnappers), they are Not Happy that there are Wraith on Earth and want the threat removed yesterday, and Sheppard has to deal with that hostility while trying to track down the group. (In this series, Todd and John have a specific ability to reach out to each other mentally, but because of the earlier shenanigans it's not working, which has the added dramatic benefit of each of them considering the other dead for a while.)

This story is at the stage of mostly just throwing ideas in the pot and churning at the moment, no text written. (Dog tags are one of those things that I always forget about them existing, so I want Todd to end up with John’s dog tags by accident, and he gives them to one of the kids to reassure them.) I wanted to write a fic with a title from a Johnny Cash song… and this is the one I ended up with. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm thinking they get caught in a spring storm flash flood in the mountains toward the climax to justify the title.

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“Sweeter than Heaven, Hotter than Hell” is my attempt to fill annwayne's Summer Festival prompt on Wraithcation, for SGA peeps visiting a hedonistic planet in the style of the “Greek beach planet” from SG1. I have an outline, but only a couple paragraphs written. It starts with Lorne and Keller going to the fun times planet and meeting Teyla there, other characters to show up and join in later.

Exerpt:

Evan shifted his weight as he waited by the gate. Jennifer was running late. He shifted his bag from his shoulder to the floor.

“Sorry, sorry!” Jennifer scooted up next to him. “I got tied up in surgery and couldn't get away sooner. I'm definitely looking forward to relaxing.” She grinned at him. “How do I look?”

She was wearing a sun hat that shielded her face, chunky impractical sandals, and a bikini in a dark floral pattern that really flattered her curves, though she wore a loose robe over it.

“You look great,” Evan replied, fairly certain he hid his blush, though Jennifer grinned in triumph at his rather frank perusal.

She stepped back to look him over. “Not too bad yourself,” she said.

Evan did flush at the tone of her words, though he wasn't sure why. He was dressed in civvies, but still had his shirt buttoned and pants on over his trunks. “I think we're ready.” Evan signaled to Chuck to dial the gate.

“I'm so excited! I've heard you say so much about Freesia, I can't wait to see it!”

“The beaches are really nice,” Evan agreed. “And the people are friendly.”

They walk into the gate, and Kennifer chuckles when they arrive on the planet. “The beaches are nice?”

“They are,” Evan protested defensively.

“Mhmm, I think we might be looking for different things on our vacations,” she teased. “Good thing you're meeting someone.”

Evan flushed again. He'd told Jennifer that; though he hadn't made any specific plans he rather hoped a certain person had seen them leave and had decided to follow.

They walked down the path to the village. Evan noticed that it seemed more active than usual, with the inhabitants winding woven strands of flowers around the doorposts of houses, and a table set up in the street, filled with different foods.

“Welcome!�� a voice calls out to them, and then a group calls, waving, “Welcome to all seekers!”

Jennifer waved back. She asided to Evan, “‘Seekers’?”

He was about to answer when a familiar voice called out, “Jennifer! Evan! How lovely to see you!” Teyla walked toward them. She was dressed in a long skirt of a flowy material that was slit up to her hip where it was tied in a knot. Teyla was pretty comfortable showing skin but her current top was pretty revealing even for her. Maybe it was just that her manner seemed more… inviting than usual, Evan thought as she hugged Jennifer and then turned to hug him as well.

“I didn't think anyone from Atlantis would be interested in the Summer Festival!” She exclaimed.

“Festival?” Evan said, confused.

Teyla's smile was knowing. “While Freesia is well known for it's comfort with and elevation of all sensual arts, during the Festival everything is entirely given over to an all day celebration of sensuality.” She gestured to the table, already laden with fruits and small hand held pastries. “There is food and drink for all, and partners for the willing.” Teyla grinned suggestively.

Jennifer looked a little shocked, but quickly grinned back at Teyla. “I'd love to see more,” she said, “but Evan is meeting someone.” She gave him a sly look.

Evan flushed. “It's not like that,” he protested. He cleared his throat. “I wouldn't mind hearing more about the Festival. I've only been here a few times. I didn't know they had that.”

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“Alien Sheep”

a small conversation between John and Todd set between “This Mortal Coil” and “Be All My Sins Remember’d.” It was originally part of a series where I needed for Todd to have a name before Be All My Sins, but I'm not sure I'll write that series and this bit is like … ⅗ of an actual story, so it's now its own doc. The title is a play on Phillip K Dick’s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (which I haven't read). The story starts with Todd having nightmares about his captivity with the Genii, then the part that's actually written involves Sheppard coming in and they chat about words and names, and then after that they have an existential conversation about individuality and what makes someone a real person (something I thought was missing from the post-”This Mortal Coil” season, because Elizabeth was right there, and she was real, but then she dies again and no one gives another thought to it).

Exerpt:

A part of him knows that this parade of moments isn’t real- that this isn’t how it happened; these events are separated by long stretches of time, generations of different faces of humans. But all of the pieces of it are real, so it doesn’t matter if it truly happened in this way or in a different way. The pain of it, the emptiness that will not let him go, is real.

“I didn’t think your kind ever slept,” a voice says. “At least not like normal people.”

This voice is different, laced with a dark humor, a breaking of the darkness.

He opens his eyes. He is in Atlantis, the bright lights shining down on him in the barred cell. It is a prison still, but a far different one. He is sitting on the bench; his head had been leaned forward on his chest, his muscles relaxed, lost in the half sleep of readiness. Of boredom, and the quiet loneliness of his mind, which snatches him back into places of darkness.

He glares at Sheppard and offers sardonically, “To sleep perchance to dream, but in that sleep of death what dreams may come?”

Sheppard flinches. “How the fuck… Wait, don’t tell me, it’s not really Shakespeare until you read it in the original Wraith.”

He doesn’t get the whole joke, but the Wraith bares his teeth in a grin. “I am extremely bored,” he confesses. “And your electronic securities are laughable.”

Sheppard paces back and forth; these humans seem to think such behavior is intimidating, as their Satedan has demonstrated it previously. “You should be working on the virus.”

The Wraith sighs. “I have done everything that I can. Because of the inane restrictions you have placed on my participation, it depends on McKay at this point.”

Sheppard stops pacing. He looks weary. The Wraith supposes that, given the quiet that echoes through the city, this is a time when most humans are sleeping.

“We sleep only rarely,” the Wraith says. “When not hibernating.” He does not offer information so much as he is trying out Sheppard's theory of speaking to stave off the quiet. “Usually only when we hunger greatly, or are injured.” He stands and goes to the cell wall, staring through the bars at Sheppard. “Being without hive is like being wounded. The mind seeks a refuge.”

Sheppard nods. The gesture is almost companionable, but the Wraith can see him filing away this information, like any good soldier. “What is a Wraith without hive?” Sheppard asks.

The Wraith hisses, teeth bared. He paces the length of the cell wall. He is… restless, and still raw from his dreams. “A desperate thing,” he replies eventually.

Sheppard nods. He touches his chest, the hidden flesh where the Wraith had fed, and fed again. The Wraith’s eyes flicker with light and he hums.

Sheppard flushes, and flinches away. But he doesn’t leave, only retreats to the far wall. "What do you dream about?" he asks.

The Wraith snarls, the sound torn from his almost viscerally. Sheppard's hand reaches for a weapon, startled. The Wraith growls under his breath and paces the entire circumference of his cell.

Sheppard relaxes and quips, "Tell me how you really feel."

When the Wraith's pacing doesn't slow, Sheppard moves back to the bars. "Hey."

The Wraith looks at him. He is not interested in Sheppard's commentary, but the man does have a way of drawing his thoughts out of the darkness that had for so long dominated them.

Sheppard's expression is thoughtful, but his words are more pointed. "So, you guys really don't have names?"

The Wraith scoffs. "You humans have such an obsession."

Sheppard leans on the bars. "I'm thinking 'Todd' would work for you. I used to know this guy, he was very-" he gestures to the general area of his face, then points to the Wraith, "pale, in a green sort of way."

The Wraith bares his teeth. His dreams had reminded him of the dark cell under the ground in the Genii bunker, but Sheppard had come there like a bright annoyance that broke into the dreary hopelessness of what had become the desperate monotony of his existence. He will tolerate a greater irreverence that he would from most, because it is something he prizes about Sheppard. Irreverence is closely tied to indomitability.

"You must amuse yourself greatly," he observes. "Otherwise, I'm not certain how you stand it."

Sheppard smiles, a quick and unwilling humor quickly schooled into skepticism. "You could try counting sheep," he offers, tone mocking. "If you're having trouble sleeping."

The Wraith wrinkles his nose. "Sheep? What is 'sheep'?"

Sheppard fumbles for an answer. "Um, they're small, fluffy animals, like so." He mimes a creature that stands about as high as his thigh, and appears to be quite rotund. "They're kind of stupid, but counting them is supposed to be a repetitive, calming action that helps you fall asleep."

The Wraith's expression likely communicates his opinion of that, because Sheppard laughs.

"Alright, alright. Don't dream of alien sheep then." He chortles at some joke he doesn't explain.

"If a sheeep is stupid rotund creature," the Wraith ripostes, "what is a 'shep'?" Sheppard seems confused, and the Wraith sighs. "You are the one obsessed with names. What is 'sheppard'? Does it mean the same as sheep?"

"Um, well I guess it's related. It means a person who looks after sheep. You know. Watches out for them."

The Wraith laughs. "You watch out for stupid rotund creatures." He laughs again.

"It's just a name," Sheppard protests. "It doesn't mean anything."

"This is why you do not understand Wraith," the Wraith replies. "Your 'name' means everything."

"So you do have names," Sheppard cries triumphantly.

"Hmm." The Wraith leans forward, his face as close to Sheppard's as it can be through the bars. "You protect your round, stupid creatures perhaps?" He grins. "From Wraith who wish to… count them?"

Sheppard glowers at him. "From wolves, traditionally," he shoots back. "But from Wraith too, if the need arises." He narrows his eyes at the Wraith. "Why, you developing an interest in counting sheep?"

"Not as much as I am in counting Sheppards," he replies.

#answers #my writing #i love alien sheep and i want it to grow up and be a real story so thanks for giving me a chance to talk about it❤️❤️

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slinket · 10 months

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Tangible

@spaceyaceface

I picked prompt 24 'how can I be the boy you dream about.'

This is my first time writing fanfiction ever, I have no idea what I'm doing, and just wanted to go for it. Turned out much longer than I expected. Not easy writing this entirety on my phone while on a cruise vacation either lol.

Tangible.

Ominis x MC (Amy)

No warnings.

I stood at the entrance of the great hall, taking a moment to scan the tables and find the smiling faces of my friends. When I spotted my fellow Hufflepuffs, I started over to sit across from Poppy and Adelaide, greeting them while pulling a pancake onto my plate.

"Amy, we were just talking about you!" Adelaide exclaimed while passing me the syrup.

"It's barely 8am, what could I have possibly done already?" My smile flickered at my own teasing.

Poppy snickered, "Well, more like Duncan Hobhouse was talking about you.

Now the smile fully sank. I sighed and shoved a bite of the pancakes into my mouth.

"Bleh," I said as I was chewing. Adding after swallowing, "that was in reference to Duncan, not the pancakes." All three of us girls giggled at that.

"I just don't understand it, how can Duncan be afraid of plants and puffskiens, but he feels completely comfortable asking me for a date?"

"Well that's simple enough, sweetheart," Sebastian stated as he and Ominis sat down, one on each side of me, "unlike puffskeins, you don't bite."

"I'll bite!" I scoffed.

Ominis took the opportunity to retort, "Ahh, but will you stick your tongue up his nose?".

"You got me there". We all laughed.

The conversation continued, easing from one topic to another, avoiding any more talk of Duncan. Not only did I want to stop thinking about his unending interest in me, but I also knew too much Duncan would have Ominis seeing red. I could understand the dislike, but the utter abhorrence Ominis felt towards Duncan was a little much.

As breakfast was coming to an end, Ominis held his hand out to me, indicating that it was time to head to class.

"I would be delighted for you to escort me to my napping area" he teased.

I grabbed his hand, relishing the way our fingers intertwined, always greedy for any contact.

"I believe the rest of the school calls it History of Magic." I laughed as we stood, nodding at my friends in farewell.

History of Magic was my favorite class. Ominis and I have always shared a desk, and I had learned so much over the past couple of years. Intormation like how long I could continue holding his hand after we sat down. The current record being 30 minutes. Which hand Ominis would usually lean against as he fell asleep (it was his left). How I could tell he was dreaming when his lips would raise into a slight smile. Oh, the absolute best part of class was always when Ominis would catch himself slipping off of his hands and would grab on to me to steady himself. It didn't happen often, so I made sure to grab back at his arm to support him when it did occur.

We arrived and I smirked at Ominis who was settling down for his nap. He was still holding my hand as he lifted it up to his mouth, pressing his lips tenderly against my knuckles. I made a noise or surprise, and Ominis turned his head towards me.

"I needed something nice to think about before falling asleep, too much talk of Duncan today and I do not wish to dream about him." I laughed at his explanation.

Class continued, and Ominis fell into his usual pattern of slipping off into sleep. He has a habit of tapping his fingers against the desk when he would awaken. I would watch his pale and lengthy fingers tap with no apparent pattern.

"Ominis, why do you always tap after you wake up? I can't ever remember a time that youve skipped that action"

"Oh, it is because of my blindness. When I wake up, often it can still feel like a dream because I see nothing different. Tapping, touching something tangible will ground me, lets me know that things are real, that I am real.". He paused for a moment. "I…does that make sense? I've never explained it to anyone before."

" I understand the feeling, though the context may be different. After everything with Ranrok, life didn't seem real to me. I would go through the motions while feeling that I might as well be a character from a story, that everything I was to do had already been written. No choices, no surprises, no real life. Actually, you are one of the reasons I was able to leave those feelings behind."

Ominis hummed in question as he tried to make eye contact with me, furrowing his brow.

I giggled, "Your sarcastic demeanor, the way you really pay attention and listen, the way you make me feel…it brought me back to life."

I was leaning closer to him, feeling that if there was ever a moment for Ominis to be convinced with words to kiss me, it would be now. I licked my lips as I watched him move closer, and then heard Ominis groan as we both heard my name called. My head fell back in annoyance.

"Duncan, how are you?" I asked him with a polite smile. He may be a bit annoying, but I didn't have any real reason to be rude. Yes, he continuously asked me out, but he was a gentleman about it, never being pushy or overbearing. A simple no and he would be on his way, placated for a while.

"Amy, I am glad I ran into you, I wanted to see if you would be interested in joining me to Hogsmede, to, uh, talk or uh, spend time together."

Ominis smacked his hand on the desk and growled. "Get a clue Dunkein, she's not interested."

I watched as Ominis stormed off. I sighed, and turned back to Duncan.

"I'm sorry Duncan, while I don't appreciate his attitude, Ominis is correct. I'm not interested."

I watched Duncan slouch in defeat, "Amy, please, how can I be the man you dream about?"

He looked so sad. And I felt guilty, but still found an answer slipping from my mouth. "Ominis. You'd have to be Ominis." While I said it in a whisper, I was still surprised I said it at all. Duncan's eyes opened wide as I lowered my head and pushed past him.

Weeks passed. I continued the little game with Ominis, where we both seemed to reach out to each other for more, but then pulled back, confused and worried of what would happen, of what the other would think. I was trying to be more bold, at least, I honestly didn't think I could be more obvious without physically throwing myself at Ominis. I often wondered if his blindness affected other parts of his perception as well. Duncan continued to inquire with me to spend time together, and I always welcomed him to spend time with me and my friends, but no to any alone time.

A day came where I found myself in the library with my usual study group, Sebastian, Ominis, and Poppy. When going to sit at our usual table, Sebastian and Poppy raced to sit to ensure Ominis and I sat next to each other. We were preparing for a history test.

"Amy, do you have notes on Grimbald Weft?". Poppy asked.

I ruffled through my parchment, "Eh, it seems not." I gave her an apologetic look.

Ominis turned his head quickly towards me and asked "How could you not have the notes? I know I sleep through class, but you don't. I don't remember you missing any class!"

"Oh, I didn't miss a class, I just must have um" I bit my lip and glanced back and forth between the three of them. Ominis looked concerned, while Poppy had a growing smile and Sebastian was trying not to laugh. "I.. I must have dozed for a moment. You were sleeping Ominis, there is no way you would know not if I had also fallen asleep."

Poppy winked at me. She knew the notes were missing because I was busy counting the freckles on the face of the boy next to me. That I may have been thinking about how good it would feel to run my fingers through his hair as he slept. Or, as I started to blush, thinking about other things that pass through teenage hormonal minds. Whatever the reason, Binns might as well have been speaking in an unknown language. I didn't pick up anything he said.

"So Amy, when are you going to take your relationship with Duncan to the next level?"

I looked at Sebastian in confusion. "What do you mean?

"She has no relationship with Dunkien, and unless the next level would involve her shoving him off a bridge and forcing him down, there is no where for him to go." Ominis was always adamant that nothing between Duncan and myself would ever happen.

Sebastian looked at me again, "I mean, when are you taking your relationship with "Dunkien" to the next level?"

Obviously, Ominis couldn't see that Sebastian had put quotes around Duncan's name. Poppy gave him a smack on the arm before laughing, and I am sure I flushed red.

Ominis stood up suddenly and put his face towards Sebastian. "I just told you that there is nothing going on between those two, leave it alone Swallow.

I stood slightly and put my hand on Ominis's shoulder, gently pushing him back into the chair. I left my hand there and rubbed his back a bit before telling him that I could live with Sebastian's teasing. Ominis gave me a concerned look, and feeling daring, I leaned close to whisper in his ear. "Sometimes it's fun to be teased."

I hadn't realized how close I had been that my lips had actually been brushing against his ear, but the look on his face after I pulled back was both breathtaking and heartbreaking at the same time. Red color rising over him, showing me his clear embarrassment, eyebrows looking to scowl, but lips twitching into a half smile.

"I best be off, I've a letter to write and send out before the end of the day.". With that, Ominis abruptly left.

"I will kill you, Sallow!" I said with anger, but my face gave away that I did find the situation comical.

"I can't help it that you're so clearly in love with a blind boy. Maybe in an act of jealous rage Ominis will grab you into a kiss!"

"I think it's more likely that he would grab Duncan into a fight."

Poppy nodded and agreed with me. "Ominis is probably just too nervous or too much of a gentleman to ask."

"Well he is stupid then. Sometimes you have to just go for it. Or, you could go for it yourself Amy. In fact, I'm going to just go for it." And with that, Sebastian stood up, grabbed Poppy by the face and kissed her hard. "You're beautiful and I absolutely adore you." Sebastian took off quickly, while I stared at Poppy in shock, and she seemed stuck with her mouth slightly parted and eyes wide and wild.

"Did you..has he ever said anything about liking you?" I exclaimed, as I really was at a loss of words.

Poppy coming out of her shock, turned to me, "did that just happen?"

"It happened"

"Wow." We laughed as we packed up our things and headed out.

I immediately ran off to the undercroft to see if Sebastian or Ominis were there. I was lucky to find them both, overhearing a bit before they noticed me.

"...so I kissed her. Sometimes Ominis you just have to go for it, nerves be damned."

"Well I'm so happy for your relationship advice Sebastian, unfortunately I find it hard to believe that you just kissed Poppy at random."

"He did, I saw it." I said, walking over to them. "Sebastian, I didn't even know you were interested in her… you are interested in her, yes? If you kissed her just to prove some point I will kill you."

"It can be a little bit of both yah? I proved a point, to you at least, and I got to kiss a beauty. All around great time for me… was she happy about it?" He asked, suddenly nervous.

I laughed while answering, "yes, she was happy, I think a bit shocked, but happy."

"Perfect, I'm going to go track her down and see if I can kiss her again. Or do the whole talking about our feelings thing, if we must.". Sebastian waved goodbye and left for the lift.

"He really did that, just no warning, no fear, no vomiting from nerves?" Ominis asked.

"Well I can't say what he did after he left the room, so I suppose he could have vomited, but otherwise yeah, he just went for it. I replied. "Maybe he is right, about just going for what you want…". I trailed off, knowing still that I would not have the confidence to kiss Ominis.

Ominis hummed, before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the undercroft. "Lets go, my dear, taking bets on how quickly he can mess this up."

Of course the kiss was all we talked about for the next few days. Excited because it happened, but more excited to find out what happens next. Poppy and Sebastian seemed to be moving forward quickly, already having gone on a date or two. Talking to Poppy, she told me that the whole thing had been crazy, but she couldn't have been happier, and she encouraged me to make my move on Ominis. I had been considering it. This being our final year at Hogwarts, I always worried in the back of my mind that regardless of how close we were now, after graduation we would go our own ways. That fact alone helped pressure me to do something, because it's a lot harder to say goodbye to a lover than it is a friend.

It was nearing Valentine's day. I was determined that Ominis would be my boyfriend before that date. Or that it would all fail miserably and I would spend eternity in my dorm alone.

I was looking for Ominis around the castle, but had a hard time finding him. I did however run into Duncan.

"Amy, Amy," he called, chasing after me.

I paused with a grown, but trying to be forever pleasent, I put on a smile and turned around. "Hi Duncan, what can I do for you today?"

"How about that date?"

"Sorry, have to pass. Oh, have you seen Ominis lately?"

"Actually I have, he was saying something about going to the docks." Duncan gave me a smile. Then he ran off.

"Oh, well that's great Duncan, thanks for letting me know, see you later." I slowly turned my direction towards the docks. Bit if a long walk in the cold, but I have my scarf and my confession cannot wait.

I reached the docks in probably about 45 minutes. Had to be careful about all the ice. No luck with finding Ominis.

"Damnit!" I yelled out to the water. "Merlin, I just want to tell Ominis that I love him, why are you making this so hard!"

That's when I heard him, "Amy, you..you love me?"

Turning around, Ominis was close behind me. I swallowed and walked up to him.

"Well that certainly made the confessing part of this a lot easier." I took a breath and leaned in close to him. What do you think? You in?"

He didn't answer. Ominis grabbed onto my robes and pulled me to him. Our lips missed, but I laughed and redirected so we could finally sink into each other. Time seemed to stand still as kiss after kiss went by.

"Amy, let's head back before we get too cold."

I smiled up at him, Ominis, who I would be calling my boyfriend now. We linked hands and made our way back up to the castle. Life felt serene.

Soon we approached the top of the hill, and I saw Sebastian there, packing together what I would guess was a snowball. I shouted at him and waved, and when he looked over, I raised my and Ominis's locked hands. I had the biggest smile on my face until I watched Sebastian face go from carefree to very, very concerned.

"Ominis, why do you think Sebastian isn't happy for us? He's been pushing me to open up to you for ages."

"Don't worry about what he thinks Amy, in fact, forget about him. Lets get into the castle another way."

Ominis started walking in another direction, but I pulled him back to me and began dragging him over to where Sebastian had been. We approached together and I looked again at the angry faces of Sebastian, Poppy, and ….Ominis?

I dropped my Ominis's hand and took a step back.

"Stupify," I heard Sebastian yell. My Ominis fell to the ground. Sebastian and the others came running towards me.

"What the hell is going on?" I wailed, tears about to fall from my eyes. My Ominis had gotten back up, but now was bent over and coughing. I watched in horror as the Ominis I had so recently confessed my feelings to, and spent a good amount of time making out with, shifted into Duncan Hobhouse.

I swear at that moment that flames could have been shooting out of my ears. I could not hold back the tears anymore. "Duncan, what..a polyjuice potion? You absolute asshole. I told you that I loved you…well him…Ominis. We kissed several times!" I retched.

Hearing a growl, I looked over at Ominis and saw pure rage. "You kissed her? You put your scummy lips on this precious gift of a woman? I'll kill you." The last of his words screamed as he ran at Duncan and tackled him.

I felt Poppy come up next to me, wrapping her arm around my waist as a form of comfort. Ominis was on top of Duncan and smashed his fist into the face of the liar. Sebastian was doing his best to pull Ominis off of Duncan.

Poppy and I walked over to the boys and I yelled at Ominis to stop while Sebastian went flailing backwards. Ominis sat up ready to attack again, but I rushed forward and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Stop, please. I need him to be able to talk and explain himself."

I heard a grunt, which I took as an agreement, Ominis stayed on top of Duncan, keeping him held down.

"How the hell did you get a hold of a polyjuice potion?" I asked Duncan.

"Heh, Weasley." He replied.

Ominis pulled Duncan up by his robe and slammed him back down. "Spill, everything," Ominis snarled.

"Okay." Duncan leaned up on his elbows and began to explain. "Remember when I asked you how I could be the man you dream about?" I nodded but stayed silent.

"You told me that I would have to be Ominis. So I was just meeting your demands. I got Garreth to make the potion by trading him some of the giant venomous tentacula leaves I had taken from the hidden herbology basement back in 5th year."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "I think you may be misremembering that particular event."

"Anyways," Duncan continued, "Garreth didn't ask questions. Getting some hair from Ominis was easy with how often he falls asleep in public. You wouldn't give me a chance, so I did what I had to do to get that chance." He smiled up at me, "your lips against mine, simply perfect."

"Those lips are for me to be kissing, not you, not anyone else." Ominis started as he stood up. "Get the hell out of here, Dunkein."

"You guys okay?" Sebastian asked.

Ominis hummed softly, "could Amy and I have some time alone?"

"Of course," Poppy answered. She grabbed Sebastian's hand and the two of them wandered off together.

"Ominis, I swear I didn't know. This was insane - I thought…." I trailed off.

"You dream of me?" Ominis asked.

I looked down at the ground, feeling the embarrassment of confession creep across my face. "Yes, I do," I said in a whisper.

"Good." When Ominis said that, I looked back up at him and saw his ears turning red. I felt comforted knowing he was going through the same nervous emotions that I had.

"It was hard enough to convince myself to confess my feelings for you once, now to have to do it all over again, heh, you think it would be easier." I closed my eyes and took a breath. "It almost seems harder, considering I just made out with the guy you hate most on this planet."

Ominis put his hand to my cheek, which I leaned into, loving the feel of his cold fingers against my burning skin.

"Now now my dear, he is only the person I hate most at Hogwarts, the planet contains several people I hold lower than Dunkein."

He felt my cheeks raise in a smile. I placed my hand over his, and slid it over to my lips, kissing his palm lightly. I could feel the pace of his breathing alter.

"I do love you." I whispered.

Ominis pressed his forehead against mine. "Yes, making out with my mortal enemy is an excellent way to say 'I love you.'"

I lifted my head away with a wide smile on my face ready to teasingly push Ominis away. When I placed my hands on his shoulders, I heard him breath out the word 'don't,' as though he was afraid I would push him away forever. So instead I moved my arms forward until my hands linked behind his neck. My eyes closed as I saw him leaning towards me. Our lips met, tentatively, and I remembered that Duncan could not find my lips. Of course Ominis would know exactly where my lips fell on my face, there was no chance he would have missed.

This kiss was different from the one with Duncan. It was slow, steady. Every break was devastating, each nose rub a question asking to go forward. The slight moans were music to my ears. There was no comparison. Had Ominis and I kissed previously, there is no way Duncan could have fooled me. This kiss with Ominis felt like two souls reconnecting.

We pulled away after a few moments. Ominis put one hand on my cheek, the other on my shoulder. He started tapping his fingers against both. "Everything ok?" I asked.

"More than okay. It's just that, this is like a dream, so I needed to feel that it was real, that you are real, and that I am fully awake. I need the tangible touches." He kissed me quickly. "I love you."

"You can have all the tangible touches you could ever want." I kissed him again, and decided to never let go.

#ominus gaunt #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt fanfiction

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marnz · 7 months

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some thoughts about life right now;

i've been on a really intense project since late July and let me tell you, i am tired! i'm one of the few people at my job that specialize in this type of work--we are excited to train more--but for now i am just hanging out here preparing to trade one high pressure project for another for the foreseeable future. which ultimately is fine! even though it can be stressful, I would rather be doing this type of work, which is interesting and super fulfilling and matters a lot to me, than other types of work, which do not feel fulfilling and are actually pretty boring.

it's a little confusing to find myself here because last year i went on medical leave for mental health reasons and prior to that i was doing a very different kind of work, and when i came back in january they started me off with this new kind of work (which i do prefer) with basically no training from my supervisor. which is fine, i am comfortable learning on the fly and/or teaching myself, and i have both a lot of experience doing this and a lot of experience in Complex Projects, albeit in a different practice area. then i moved onto this project in late july. so like again very little training in this specific type of work but i assure you, nothing is as stressful as my last job was. and i do love this project! even though it's stressful! i've since learned that this is just going to be my specialty! which like...i am happy with the outcome but i feel like i sort of tripped and fell into it in the least expected way possible.

while thinking about it, i think i thought i'd only make it to this kind of work, this kind of project, by working hard--and i had a specific idea of what working hard looked like, what striving looked like. but i have been working hard for the last year or so, healing, learning, growing, recovering, all of it. and that is hard work. and by taking time to tend to myself, and grow and change and learn and heal, i became ready for this kind of stressful work. and that's not the narrative we have around this. culturally we have a narrative of self sacrifice and unpaid overtime and being really fucking type A and having unhealthy work/life balance, but as soon as I stepped away and said actually, i've had enough, i will not burn my life out for you, i started down a road that led me to doing the type of work i want to do in a healthier and more prepared way. and that's fucking awesome!

for now i am just trying to make it to the end of this project in mid october. which means coping skills, baby! wish i could write but i don't have capacity for it rn, and that's fine. so my priorities are: maintenance days (cleaning/chores). reading. knitting. baking. yoga. hiking. i want to make life as easy and cozy for myself as possible right now.

i haven't knit for several months and I'm thinking of trying my first sweater--this gorgeous sweater called Mountain Mist. however i've never done colorwork before so the pattern suggests doing the same colorwork in a swatch hat (here) to practice. i am SO HYPE!!! this pattern is also admittedly deeply my aesthetic. i showed it to my partner and he laughed bc it's so typically me lol. i also checked out the first book in Tana French's Dublin Murders series on audiobook to listen too while knitting. spooky season means murder mysteries. 🥰

also my work office is being remodeled so i will be working from home for the next 6ish months, and we're preparing to overhaul my little work corner in our house so it is better/more ergonomic/has more storage/is cuter. also i am going to get a standing desk for my poor knees 😵‍💫 recently worked from 8:30 to 9:30 and my knees hurt sooooo bad 😩

it's nice to know that a year ago i wouldn't have been able to handle this project or really know how to slow down and prioritize self care and after a ton of hard work on my mental health i'm now i'm like, well, it is a bit stressful but we got this. progress 😌💖

#currently #crimes new roman #gonna make lemon poppyseed bread next i think #doing laundry and cleaned out the pantry today. now going to order yarn.#also tmi but i got a new iud and i am In Pain lol so i am just going to take it super easy :)

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