#ALSO I DON'T HATE ELSA SO PLEASE DON'T COME AT ME
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gossip girl · pt. xvii
based on the tv series gossip girl
max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader
fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)
a/n: hi! i'm so, so happy for the responses and the interactions the last chapter had!!! also i've hit +800 followers!!! it's insane to think so many people are reading this story. thank you so, so much!! here's a new part for you, hope you like it!🤍
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gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of monaco's elite.
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yourusername ily
username the quote, the caption, y/n in the third picture... this confirms it's over i'm SCREAMING
username jolie please breathe if y/n and max are done
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"what a fucking idiot". jolie said, rolling her eyes as you explained to her and lily how your relationship with max ended.
"jolie". you stopped her. "it's my fault".
"i am not saying otherwise, i am saying he's a fucking idiot and i stand by that". she replied. "also, seeing another girl the right after you break up? that's suspicious".
"yeah, i agree, you just don't happen to meet somebody else right after you break up with your partner...". lily said. "do you have the picture that gossip girl posted?". she asked to jolie and she nodded, quickly searching it on her phone.
"here it is!".
"let me see". lily said as she grabbed jolie's phone. "wait... i know her, i met her a few months ago. she's léa's friend. if i remember correctly her name is zoe".
"wait". jolie said as she starred at the picture. her eyes widened as memories came to her mind. "oh my god, now i remember it! i thought her face was familiar because i thought i had seen her somewhere around here, but no, she was in abu dhabi, i saw her at the club! she came with léa".
"now that's suspicious". lily declared. "do you think they met that night?".
"nah". jolie replied. "max was with the drivers all night, he must've known her from before".
"girls". you stopped them. "let's not do this. i don't care when they met or what's he doing with her. i'm the one to blame here, whatever he does afterwards it's none of my business".
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yourusername had to get my apartment ready for christmas, so here's a photo dump of how it went! 🎅🎄❤️
baked christmas cookies with my favorite girls @/joliedebelle and @/lilyfleury 🤍
"helper" 1 (@/joliedebelle did not buy one single christmas decoration or gift in the whole morning, just things for herself because "she deserved it").
"helper" 2 (@/charles_leclerc only came to eat the cookies and then had the worst idea ever - see number 4).
short trip to find a christmas tree (pro tip: don't let you friend with a ferrari tell you it's a good idea to drive there. we had to carry the tree all the way back home and then come back for the ferrari).
friendly reminder to also buy a ladder. "helper" 2 wasn't tall enough and i almost died (real).
the results!! (still decorating, but i'm so happy how the tree turned out!).
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charles_leclerc i definitely deserve more cookies after the effort i've put in decorating your apartment
lilyfleury wdym more???????????? you and y/n ate them all
yourusername we burnt the calories when we had to carry the damn tree all the way home i agree with him we need more cookies
charles_leclerc that's why you're my favorite
lilyfleury i hate you two😒
joliedebelle stop exposing me like that! (ily)
yourusername i literally lost a whole morning because you didn't find some sneakers you wanted (ily2)
joliedebelle it's called investing time, not losing!
username please her and charles in the fifth picture it's SO cute
username it's giving couple behavior
username it took her a week to move on max sweetie i am so sorry
username max literally went on a date with somebody else and you're blaming this girl for hanging out with her friends
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the chatter coming from the living room could be heard from the kitchen. spending the evening with your friends had filled your heart with joy, but a few minutes ago you started to sense an anxious feeling creeping in. it had been like this for the past week, the guiltiness haunted you since the day you kissed charles, making you feel regret every single time you thought about your relationship with max. so, when the anxiety had started invading your body, you had excused yourself, telling everyone you were going to load the dishwasher quickly before it got too late. charles, who had known immediately what was going on, helped you carry all the plates to the kitchen.
"are you okay?". charles asked after he brought the last plates, placing his chin on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. the familiar perfume and his body always brought some sense of comfort.
"it's fine, it will pass". you replied, taking a deep breath as you kept rinsing some of the plates. "i just needed a couple minutes to clear my head".
"i hate seeing you like this". he muttered before placing a soft kiss on the side of your head.
"i'm sorry".
"don't apologize". charles said as his hand reached to turn off the tap.
"what's wrong?". you asked as you dried your hands with a dish towel, turning around afterwards to face him.
"you don't have to go through this alone". he said starring at your eyes and you nodded. "you know this, right?".
"i know, i know". you replied as you lifted your arms to place them around his neck, pulling him a bit closer. "i'm sorry i've been distant these past days, i have a very short social battery lately".
"it's okay". he said. "i'm just worried because i haven't heard much from you this week. i know you tend to overthink and i know how you tend to push people away when you're sad, so i keep thinking about you non-stop".
"i'm sorry i-".
"stop apologizing".
"sorry". you repeated and both of you chuckled. his hands, that were still resting on your back, pulled you closer and you rested your forehead on his. you took a deep breath with your eyes closed. somehow charles always made you feel at peace when he was around you. "i needed some time alone to sort out my thoughts, but i promise i'm not pushing you away".
"good, because i don't plan on leaving anytime soon".
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My sibling in system (disorder holder & fictive) really wants me to do this post, but they barely have any words, so here we go:
We see a lot of systems struggle with big decision-making IRL because not everybody is on board, and we realized that trying to have everybody on board is probably the worst thing we have ever tried in the history of our systemhood. And I'm saying this as the alter who also dug too deep into our trauma and almost became Elsa in the depths Ahtohallan. Moreover, we're also polyfragmented. After a long and painful time of trying to figure our decision-making as a system, we have finally come up with some tips that might be useful for some other systems:
Ask your active fronters instead of all your alters. This might work best for polyfragmented systems but still works for smaller systems, too. Yes, active fronters and frequent fronters can change after a while, but it's still better to do what's best for you all npw and what you all want now than think about the possibilities of the future that haven't happened yet. Unless they are like life and death or extremely harmful to y'all, however, it's always necessary to take precautions.
Compromise is not supposed to please everybody 100%. Compromise is supposed to find a solution that 1) You all don't hate as much, 2) Will keep you safe. As long as others agree by at least 50%, the compromise is good. If you find other options, and they please everybody more, then by all means, go for it. But as long as it's safe, and all of you agree by at least a half (or, well, 50%), then that's a good compromise. Perfect solutions don't exist. Not always, at least. At the end of the day, you will still disagree with each other on little things, even if the plan feels and/or is perfect.
Your system structure, ideology, and hierarchy really do decide how you make decisions. There is literally no perfect advice for you out there, not even this post. Some systems have a host, and everything heavily depends on their decisions and how they are affected by what's going to happen. Some systems don't have a host but have a group of people at front who are in charge. Some systems are partial DID systems, some systems are class systems. It's always going to be different. Just because some tips work for some systems doesn't mean they should absolutely work for you.
Create polls if they work for you. Polls might work. Grab a system journal and tell everyone there's an active poll and get their answers (Simply Plural provides that option).
Writing a list of wants and desires. Your alters has a dream? Have them right it down (with consent) and consider it in your next big decision. Or just a decision. Maybe your alter wants chips, and you go out the next day, so you're like, "Oh yeah, lemme buy chips on the way home for them."
Writing a list of pros and cons. Cliché, I know. And gotta admit, never tried it ourselves just yet. But if we did, we'd probably write a general list of pros and cons, then letting our trauma holders and active fronters add some stuff that they want.
Speaking of your trauma holders, listen to your goddamn trauma holders. LISTEN TO THEM. If there's one type of alters who know more about your life and potentially you more than you do, it's your trauma holders. They know what they're talking about. They are not imagining it (this was said due to personal experience and not as an attack). It was, in fact, that bad, and even if you don't believe that, believe them when they say it. If a trauma holder says to get away from somebody or someone, hear them out. Do not dismiss them but have a conversation with them and understand that their opinion on the matter is important. It really helps to put things in perspective.
If you make the decision that will not affect you long-term, hold responsibility for that decision. Hold responsibility always, obviously, but I mean alter-wise. Alert others about it, or front long enough until that decision stops affecting you. Have a safety net in the form of your alters.
Always have a safety net IRL, too. Friends, maybe immediate family if possible, lover, partner system. Know where the nearest hospitals and fire departments are, write down all the emergency numbers. We ourselves created a list on our system notion page where we have names and emergency contacts of the people who we can turn to in case of a crisis, as well as local crisis lines. We also add notes about whether or not we can bring up the system around these people. Even if it's something small, better be prepared than dead (I am well aware a lot of you want to fight me on this, but you know what I mean, no dying. /t /nm)
Will this work for every system? No. But it works for ours. /ref
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I didn't even watch "WISH" yet because in my country it will only be available at january, but people are saying it's a bad cliche so I probably won't watch at the cinema.
The thing is, even though I am a hopeless romantic, not everything has to have romance. There are princess who are perfectly fine without a prince, like Mirabel, Elsa, Merida, Moana and Raya(I do kinda like the idea of Raya with a girl, just not Namaari). But we were so robbed of seeing Asha and the star boy(he is literally a staR so I don't doubt Disney would call him StaN or something like that, so his name is Stan from now on, I am gonna call him like that, is easier than star boy). Asha and Stan had the potential to be the next Tianaveen and Rapunzel&Eugene (I don't know their ship name). The concept arts are the cutest thing I have ever seen. Also "At All Costs" (bop) would have been a love song between the two!!! Them singing it man. The pain I will feel when I don't see them passionately sing it, very "I see the light" coded, in the actual movie. Somehow, now is not feminist for a strong female character to have a male partner by her side. Like...This doesn't make sense! You can be a strong female character and have a man at the same time! Have y'all forgotten Mulan and Shang? Anna and Kristoff? Ariel and Eric? Jasmine and Aladdin? (There are more examples and I could go on all day, but you got what I meant already) I hate Disney for throwing good ideas at the trash and playing safe just for money(like Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk said "it's a metaphor for capitalism"). And as the guy looked blonde with blue/green eyes in the arts I have seen, and Asha is a black latina, they lost the opportunity of having a biracial couple ACTUALLY DONE RIGHT (Pocahontas and John Smith don't count, he is a collonizer with the most common name in the world, she deserves so much better). Like, if the thing is show how inclusive you are by having a black latina female protagonist for little girls to see and feel represented in a good way, you could have increased that feeling by making someone fall in love for her. Little girls would feel like they are beautiful and desired/desireable in a positive way and that they worthy of being loved and love and be with whoever they want to be with, even someone who has a different skin color.
I am also mad because we could have seen Disney's first evil villain COUPLE with King Magnifico and his wife, the queen(still don't know her name, sorry). Can't you guys imagine the HITS, THE FIRST PLACE OF BILLBOARD HOT 100 WORTHY songs, they would proportionate us? Even if only one song, it would be enough for me. But someone thought having a female villain would be anti-feminist and they discarded an original and authentic idea, which is what Disney built its empire on the first place. Come on Disney minorities don't want to be portrayed as those unrealistic superior beings, they want to be portrayed as real human beings with emotions, struggles, qualities and flaws. Having an iconic female villain like you guys always had(like Maleficent, Cruella De Vil, Ursula, Mother Gothel, Lady Tremaine, etc) and set her up with an iconic male villain(like Gaston, Doctor Facilier, Shan Yu, Jafar, Hans, etc) it would have been top notch, god tier. King Magnifico and the queen could have been like the Gomez and Morticia of evil. You could address so many topics by it. Like the kingdom being ruled by evil would have been a great social critic of some politicians out there, for example. And we could have had an iconic final boss battle between Asha and Stan VS Magnifico and the queen.
Anyway, what I mean by this is that if someone has fanarts or just ANY CONTENT, of Asha and Stan, tag me, reblog this or comment, I don't care, just warn me, because they are my new obsession. I will also write a fanfic about this movie with these ideas, but only after I have watched the movie so until them, please feed my hyperfixation in Stasha (Star boy/Stan×Asha), I'm begging y'all
#disney wish#wish 2023#princess asha#wish asha#king magnifico#asha x star#asha x star boy#asha x stan#asha x star guy
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Ships;
Going over the common ships for my muses and how I feel about them personally. Note: things can typically change with an individual portrayal, but these are my impressions from canon and how they relate to my portrayal. They are in random order...
Zuko
Zutara: I hate it. Sure, Zuko is easy and will be with just about anyone who likes him, but I just find this ship grosses me out in a way I can't articulate well. It feels disrespectful to Katara's feelings for Aang and I really like them.
Zuko/Mei: it was stupid when it happened and I'm glad they broke up.
Zuko/Jet: OTP
Zuko/Sokka: maybe maybe maybe
Zutoph: she seems young compared to him? Regardless of actual age, I don't really see it.
My fav ship for Zuko is a random crossover ship I write with my wife and it's with Elsa from "Frozen."
Sessomaru
S*ssr*n: big no.
S*ssinu: wtf no. Block me.
Sesskik: fucking no. Block me. Sesskag is the same level of ick.
Sesskagu: viable, but Kagura deserves better.
Sessomaru/Naraku: maybe maybe maybe.
My favorite ship for Sessomaru is no ship. Maybe a queer platonic partnership with SOMEBODY. A crossover or OC could work, but please keep in mind he is not interested in sex.
Anakin
Anidala: his queen, his BAE. OTP, even if they're so toxic I don't care I love them.
Obikin: get the fuck out. NOTP. Let them be complicated and platonic. I HC they are ridiculously intimate, but with zero sex or sexual energy. They shower together in a single stall and shave each other, but they don't see each other sexually and I will not write anything simple with them I refuse.
Anisoka: NO.
Vader/Sidious: now if you want a fucked up master apprentice ship, this is the one. Maximum bad vibes.
Anakin could have any kind of random romance with most people, so I won't list them all out individually. But Aayla comes to mind as someone he could have been close to and possibly had an experimental phase with. /Shrug.
Inuyasha
Inukag: I have mixed feelings about what we see in canon, but overall, I like them. Idk if I would wanna write this ship or not, it greatly depends on the Kagome.
Inukik: basically the same feeling as Inukag.
Inuyasha/Koga: top tier possibilities.
Inumir: maybe maybe maybe.
Inuyasha is also someone who could end up with just about anyone. I personally hate the whole soulmates crap, as it ends up feeling cheap and lazy and lacking in autonomy.
Link
Zelink: OTP
Link/Ganon: it could work in the right circumstances.
Link/Zelda/Ganon: OT3
Link/Mipha: sorry but no... They have no chemistry and Mipha has no character... I'll still give it a maybe though because individual portrayals may change my mind.
Link/Sidon: It just doesn't feel fair to Sidon. Link will break his heart.
It's very difficult to ship with Link. He hardly ever lets people in. You need to build up so much trust and communication with him and build up to it for maybe years or through different lifetimes idk. He also isn't interested in sex, so there is no seducing him. You have to win his heart.
Vash
Vashwood: OTP OTP!!!
Vashmeryl: GTFO. platonic love only. I viscerally hate this ship and no amount of canon divergence is gonna change how I feel.
Plantcest: NO GTFO. I don't have an issue with Knives taking advantage of Vash, but that's what it is. Vash could NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS be happy, comfortable, or satisfied with this and I hate to see abuse played as romance. Abuse as abuse, I have no issues with.
Vash/Frank Marlo: tbh that one episode in the 98 Trigun awakened this ship and I really like it a lot.
Vash is not easy to actually get close to, even though he is horny all the time and wants to have relationships more than anything, his fear keeps him away. He will come onto anyone relentlessly and then back out at the last minute.
Livio
Livio is aroace and only into platonic vibes.
Wolfwood is his best friend. He loves him.
Vash is someone he cares about, but can't really hang around easily.
#about the muse#on shipping#ask me about it#that's all i felt like writing#sango and Kikyo are not listed because i don't think i want to ship them on here.#this is also not a morality statement in any way#these are my personal feelings#i don't condemn people shipping what they want but also please fuckin tag ur ships#not just the ones deemed gross by the majority#all of them#because i personally find vashmeryl as disgusting as sessrin even though they are not on the same level at all
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do you have any recs for good skates to watch from this season so far?
elsa i am so sorry you asked. here we go
(bolded skaters are going to the gpf)
(all links require a vpn bc isu youtube hates usa; rec using opera browser's built in free vpn)
i mainly follow singles, so i'll mostly stick with those, but for pairs stellato-dudek/deschamps are absolute breakouts featuring queen deanna who is the oldest gp medalist and oldest gp gold medalist !!! stan deanna. i rec watching their skate america skates, particularly their short. i wept
ALSO for dance by far my favorite thing i've seen is demougeot/le mercier's weird ass sad mime ex which hits EVERY time.
ANYWAY. to the shit i actually care about deeply
WOMEN
rika kihira's titanic free from sci: the nhk one was probably better technically but i saw this one in person in the front row and wept the entire time. outstanding vibes. beautiful skating.
kaori sakamoto's sia free from skam: speaking of things i saw live from the second row and wept through. that's MY world champion
mai mihara's espoo short and also her sheffield free: 30 point grand prix queen enough said
yelim kim's short and free from nhk: won nhk against an absolutely stacked lineup of women. has one of the most beautiful ina bauers in existence
honorable mentions that i'm not going to find the links for: every single thing gracie gold did at skam. listen to the audience reactions for her!!! absolutely not a dry eye in the house. also amber glenn did incredible at skam, if you're into her. also faves rinka watanabe at sci and loena hendrickx at angers to round out the gpf lineup. (uhhhh. minus isabeau who is talented but i don't care for as a skater atm)
MEN
oh god
shoma uno's nhk free and exhibition: this tiny man owns my entire ass. i also saw both of these skates live and my brain turned to mush and i made noises no human should ever make but i think the nhk ones are better. his short also fucks but he keeps screwing it up lmao. these are some of my favorite programs of all time tbh
roman sadovsky's nebelhorn trophy short: romsky is my goated flop worstie parasocial boyfriend and this program fucks. what if he could ever pull off a free skate.
adam siao him fa's short program from angers: i mean. my god. he did that
kao miura's short program from skam: had no expectations from this kid and then he comes out and drops a 94 point sp in front of us. TWO WEEKS IN A ROW. IN FRONT OF MY EYES. this program is fucking incredible except for the slowest cannonball spin of all time. his beauty and the beast free is also sooo fun but it WILL get stuck in your head and he keeps having bad falls on the first jump
kazuki tomono's miyavi ex: king of gala skates strikes again. pleaaaase learn how to jump for the actual competitions
deniss vasiljevs's sheffield free and sci ex: does the free hit as well without knowing how hard he flopped it during sci? idk and idc. his englishman in new york sp is also worth a watch. we love u deniss. anyway the sci ex happened in front of me and stopped my brain function for like half an hour
junhwan cha's nhk free and skam short: the second we saw jun skate in person we dedicated our lives to seeing him skate again. please know that a good portion of that intensely high pitched screaming from skam is me and kim and lee anne. it was his BIRTHDAY
keegan messing's free at sci: now, this one is simply for the vibes. it was his last ever skate canada and the vibes during this event were terrible. everyone was flopping. energy was low. then keegs saved us and we all stomped and yelled and cried
kevin aymoz's short in espoo: he is sooooooo good and soooooo fun. his free is also good and hilarious bc it's a song of achilles program set to gladiator. i'm not kidding
ilia malinin's free at skam: so, listen. i am not an ilia girlie but he DID land a 4a 15 feet from us and it WAS impressive and i did scream about it, and since he is shoma's main competition at the gpf this year i feel that i should link this
unfortunately i only really care about 2 of the men in the gpf this year and the rest of my faves flopped bad enough at least once to keep them out of the running.
anyway yeah if anyone else wants to watch some figure skating. watch these ones
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EPISODE 7 THOUGHTS WHOOOOOO!!!
-Well they may be better at fighting witches with their souls like that, but you're also leaving out the part about that being the foundation to bring new witches into the world you godforsaken rat
-I wish fucking death upon this bitch ass fucker.
-And here comes aspect number 2 of Sayaka's downfall: The person who yearns to be loved no longer feels herself worthy of love and thus pins all her purpose and worth onto hunting witches, being a hero, and we know how that turns out.
-Sayaka....
-I feel like this isn't working out Homura. Oof.
-*Sayaka voice* How did you find my address
*Kyoko voice* Ahahaha... don't worry about that-
-CHURCH TIME.
-Kyoko says all that on the way to the church like she isn't traumatized lmao girl you have issues
-No but like on a different note, the whole "I only got myself to blame" thing is like. Man.
-The apple... *head in hands* Kyoko sharing food as a sort of peace offering.... Sayaka's first rejection of someone trying to reach out because she's already far too deep down the spiral god. FUCK.
-*grabs Kyoko by the shoulder* BECAUSE HE WAS A CULT LEADER. AN ABUSIVE MONSTER PLEASE STOP IDOLIZING THE MAN GOD FUCKING DAMNIT
-I'm gonna lose it
-I'm gonna bash the man's skull in. I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him-
-The balance of good and bad... the system inherritly rigged against them. FUCK.
-You know, Kyoko isn't all that wrong. If Sayaka could find a balance between caring and protecting and being selfish it would do wonders. Keeping a little part of the world from hurting might just work better than expecting herself to be a completely selfless hero in the way Mami's persona was... but that's just me.
-And goddamn. I forgot how aggressive Kyoko got over rejection number two...
I mean it's not suprising, considering that at this point Kyoko already cares, probably a lot more than she likes. Seeing Sayaka, who's just as naive and idealistic as she used to be, her hope, her reason to fight, go down the same path, if not outright destroy herself... ah man.
-EGG BOY.
-Ah. Can you face your true feelings...
Unfortunatly doing so challenges every single ideal, expectation and moral Sayaka's put on herself and if she does that things are gonna shatter real quick. And she knows it.
-Hey Elsa Maria!... Oh Elsa Maria...
-Homura saying she didn't expect Kyoko to watch, like they haven't done this dozens of times already and she doesn't know the extent of Kyoko's feelings. Lmao good one.
-Ah. Decretum.
-Rejection number 3...
-"I don't fell any pain anymore"
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🎬📺 Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order 🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)
Oh man, 10 pieces of media. That's like 10 fandoms, right? God, am I even part of 10 different fandoms? Well, different pieces of media could even be different Disney movies, so I'll start real and then use Disney to make up the rest.
Marvel - Oh, how do I pick one? Either Peter, Bucky, or Loki, I think. It varies from moment to moment.
Murdoch Mysteries - *no spoilers, please, I watch it with my mom and we haven't seen season 15 yet, or whatever the most recent one is, I lost track.* Constable George Crabtree.
Brooklyn Nine-Nine - Again, varies from moment to moment, but I love both Amy and Rosa.
Harry Potter - Either Draco or Hermione. I don't want hate over Draco because yes, he's canonically an asshole, but I've read way too much fanfiction where he's a decent person.
Kingdom Hearts - Either Riku or Axel, since I'm a sucker for nice eyes and they both have such pretty eyes ohmygod.
Final Fantasy VII (7 for those of you that don't know Roman numerals) - Cloud. See the nice eyes thing, and I'm a sucker for blondes.
Note, this is where it got really hard before switching to Disney because I don't watch that much TV, and while I read a lot, it tends to be fanfiction with my favourite characters.
7. Lilo and Stitch - Stitch. God I love Stitch, and I can even do an imitation of the voice. I have multiple hoodies, shirts, and even a pair of pajamas with Stitch on them.
8. The Lion King - Timon. He's just so fucking funny.
9. Frozen - Elsa or Olaf. Elsa is the Disney princess that is my soulmate, other than Sleeping Beauty because I would also like to sleep for a 100 years and wake up to a cute guy. But Olaf is so comedic and he doesn't always even know why. (see Frozen 2 for Olaf's comedic timing)
10. Hercules - Hades. He comes off like the gay best friend to me, and his sarcasm is unmatched.
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For the salty asks: 1, 9, 13 (about Anna and Elsa) and 17, please? 😊
1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?
To be honest, Jëlsa. Now, I don't HATE the ship, and I even toy with it a bit in one of my fics, but I don't get the overwhelming popularity it had; it's really undeserving, especially compared to other crossover ships in the fandom that barely get as much attention. Their personalities and values are so different, I can't imagine how they would get along. I think you may as well ship JackxBunny for all they would just argue as much lol. I think people just shipped them because of their powers, which I also don't understand; isn't a couple with very different powers more interesting? I just think Jack would find her boring and a stick-in-the-mud and El/sa would think he's an irresponsible little twerp, much like Bunny does lol
9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?
I don't really dislike any of them, but I really dislike how Els/a behaves sometimes. It's not her fault the writers let her get away with things they'd NEVER let Anna or other heroes do, true, but it doesn't make it easy to look past either. She has never apologized for the various ways she's mistreated her sister while Anna is out there constantly blaming herself for stuff that isn't even her own fault. Don't get me wrong though; at her best, I do like Elsa and I actually enjoy writing her (especially as I feel the movies have left her slightly underdeveloped in F1 and inconsistently written in F2).
13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?
For Frozen, see above. I think Anna was a wildly better sister to El/sa than the reverse, and El/sa has apologizing to do that she in all honesty probably never will, since Anna never holds her accountable. For RotG, as much as I love Tooth, I wish they had made her more like her book counterpart. They changed her appearance for no real reason and like many writers, made the token girl the mother figure. It's not a deal breaker though, I still like the movie version of Tooth.
17. Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…
Oh gosh, where to even start? 😫😂
Let El/sa stay in Arendelle or at least allow the sisters to have more time together before she moves away forever. Let Anna get angry at her sister (we had a #LetAnnaGetAngry hashtag when F2 was about to come out 😂) and VALIDATE HER PAIN AS MUCH AS YOU DO EL/SA'S, WRITERS. Make Hans good, even if he still doesn't end up with Anna. Explain more of Pitch's backstory so we understand him and his motivations better.
(thanks for the asks! I'll get to your other ones, I promise!)
#saemi-the-dreamer#asks#pitchanna#let anna get angry#bringing that back#elsa critical#rise of the brave tangled frozen dragons
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Not to be a hater but quite literally if given the chance I would absolutely lay into my ex friend. Like he called me a slew of names spaced out over time each one worse then the previous, shared my trauma with people and tried to use it against me, and even told the kids I babysat for years MY FUCKING KIDS (not mine but basically they were) (and their parents) that I was a bad influence and a bad person. Like I took the name calling, but then I distanced because of the wife situation, but then I find out the rest of this shit????
Like ONE CHANCE I'd take it. Let me fucking at him. ESPECIALLY if I was in a group! Like you trying to come for me???
You??? No degree barely graduated high school can't swing a hammer or change your own oil man??? Coming for a smart strong bachelor degree woman???
You lived with your parents for years, not because of a cultural thing, but because you were "scared" to live alone! Bending to your mother's every beck and call. I should call you Norman Bates with how far up your mother's ass you are.
I could get a man or woman or ANYBODY if I wanted. I have options. remember when you had a crush on me dumbass and asked me out remember when you simped for me and took me to the movies for free what about that concert that was over 300 dollars FOR FREE cause you wanted me so bad? I could have had you and DIDNT and no one wants your 30 year old ass thats why you chose an 18 year old you fucking creep THAT is why we aren't friends and then all your dirty little secrets and skeletons about what you told others about me came out. You think your shit don't smell because you are full of it
You think you are so good and kind and everything you do is golden well its fool's gold you clown. Karma gonna get you just you wait (and thats the only reason I haven't fought u yet like...im trying to be the better person but they say one more thing in my presence...)
(And yes it is fucked they went for the 18 year old and it is even more fucked that they are now married like it was so quick like who thought that was okay not me that poor girl I hope she gets out cause he is not good he is not the love of her life hes just a man!!! Let me run him over cause YOU ARE A CHILD AND) (no I was gonna be petty af and post a throwback photo and tag everyone cause I have a picture of me, him, and his wife when she was 4 and he was 16 like 💀💀)(also again no shame to her if she needs help i am getting her out but she is devoted to him and disillusioned rn he got her brainwashed and yes we all grew up together and yes its a fucked situation and I want to go all Carrie Underwood on his ass and dig a key into the side of his car and knock out his headlights but karma is coming for him and karma could do better then me) (sorry for spilling in your inbox I am a ball of hate found out today and I mean AN HOUR AGO he actually was the one to spread a rumor about me that haunts me to this day as well as telling people about secrets I had told him that were not ok to tell and he has the fucking nerve to have come into MY HOUSE under false pretenses just to record me out of context and share it as proof im terrible oh fuck him)(please note as soon as I found out he was with the 18 year old I cut him out of my life but we work together just in different departments so I see him pretty regularly still sadly and I cant quit because I signed a contract but thankfully I dont have to see his crusty ass every day cause if I did....call me Elsa with the stone cold attitude he is receiving)
oh my god bestie 😭😭 first thank you for sharing 💖 he’s a weirdo for real. the fact he married an 18 year old is just sick, and what’s worse is you know he didn’t just meet her at 18 because they never do 😒
and that’s commendable of you to wanna look after her. it might take a while for her to see who he truly is. i think it’s important to remember she might not accept help :/ it might be healthier for you to take a step back. sometimes we need to put ourselves first for our own wellbeing. hopefully her family is aware.
it always hurts when people you think are your friend are the ones who purposely and carelessly hurt you the most. and i know you wanna fuck him up and key his car but he’s not worth going to jail over. the universe has a way of always working out, what we put out into the world we receive and trust he’ll get his for all the clownery he’s doing. it might take a while but it will. and when it does you can sip your tea with a big slurp 💀
#sav’s mailroom#sav’s anons#the amount of times i’ve been right about people#the longest took like 7 months and not only was i right about him#but he got fired for racism#😭😭😭 didn’t even have racism on my list bs about him
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Daryl Stand Up To Bully
Riverside High School
Bullying can happen to anyone at any time, at any place. High School is where Bullying commonly happens in most cases. Popular presses the unpopular, brawny go after the brainy. Enter the young lady Kea who had moved into town with her family and had been registered to AHS. Kea was extremely shy and soft spoken, she usually kept to herself and mainly stayed in the background and out of anyone's line of eyesight. Being in a new area wasn't easy to adapt for Kea, not only did she have to get used to a whole new school but also learn how to interact with others that were all around her. Her father was an ex-military man and he instilled strong morals in his daughter from the get-go.
On the opposite side of the spectrum was the all-around pains in the ass of Riverside High. Karen the rich snobbish spoiled little brat. Some people hate her but at the same time they still want her to like them. She is an evil genius, a bully, and a manipulator who loves to make fun of poor people. She is just a really angry girl who had no boundaries or guidance. She is also the girlfriend of douche number two and star of the football team Donald. He constantly bullied anyone who wouldn't fight back against him.
Enter the Archer's family. Nancy Flower Archer famously known as the 50-foot woman had over time grown in size reaching well over 130 ft and would've become a mother to a young human sized son named Terry Archer and an equally towering brunette daughter named Daryl Archer and adopted mother to her adopted daughter Elsa Gilmore who is attended college at Florida University. Nancy was a very loving mother who loved spending time with her children. They were never alone, always with other people present so that they could be protected. Terry and Daryl along with Daryl's boyfriend Alucard were the polar opposites to Donald and Karen. Donald usually gives Terry a hard time when he was on the Basketball team and was getting more attention than Donald himself. However, Alucard usually steps in and confronts Donald and gets him to back off, while Daryl is usually intimidating in her own right thanks to her giant size.
Donald and Karen then set their sights on picking on new student Kea who was busy talking with the school janitor for directions for the school. "Well now looky here," said Donald. "The new kid has made friends with the freak." The entire class laughed at this remark, but it didn't stop there. It soon turned into someone shoving her and Donald and Karen following suit by doing the same thing. "P-please leave me alone," said Kea. "Yeah right, you think we're stupid," replied Donald. "What if I wanted to mess with you?" asked Karen. "You won't get away with this!" yelled Kea. Donald and Karen laughed. "If you don't shut up, you'll see what I'm going to do with these hands!" yelled Karen. "Come on Karen, let's get her!" said Donald. Kea runs off crying with the two hots on her trail.
As Kea runs through the halls, she then ducks into a nearby broom closet to hide from her tormentors. Kea looks around to see if she evaded her bullies. However, she hears a loud cough. There, standing in front of her is Karen. "Going somewhere you little bitch," said Karen with an evil smirk on her face. Kea was about to run but Donald was right behind her and grabbed her. "LET ME GO!!" Shouts Kea. Karen just laughs and pulls her closer. "I bet you're really scared aren't you," said Karen. Kea tries to escape again. Donald keeps her from escaping. "Stop it! Please stop it!" says Kea. "Oh please, I'm just warming up!" said Karen. Suddenly Karen pulls out a pair of scissors and proceeds to cut Kea's hair off. After several students laughed at her, and took pictures of her with their phones, she was left crying her eyes out. Karen ran past Alucard who will get his book at the locker. Alucard hadn't paid any attention, but he had a bad feeling that something had happened to Karen. The Bullying continued over time, for weeks on end. Kea, who had to wear a hat to cover up her clipped-up hair, was always in the duo's sights. But they never hurt her physically, they only tried to humiliate her and call her ugly.
On one particular day, Donald and Karen walked past Kea and then pretended to trip her. Then they laughed loudly. This time the bullying escalated when the duo decided to throw a ball of paper at her. Fortunately, she dodged it. However, the next time they threw it, she couldn't dodge it. The ball hit her right in the face, leaving her with a black eye. This bullying had then gotten the attention of Alucard and Terry. "This is terrible," said Alucard. "We need to help her. But what can we do?" asked Terry. "Well, I have a plan," said Alucard. "What is your plan?" asked Terry. "I think it's time we teach those little bastards a lesson," said Alucard. "Let's go tell Daryl about this too," said Terry. Later on in the day Kea was nursing her eye with an ice pack sniffling. Just then she sees a huge shadow looming over her. She looks up and thinks it's Donald and Karen coming after her again.
"Oh no please leave me alone!!" Screamed Kea. "Whoa whoa, easy there! I'm not going to hurt you." Said the voice Kea then looks up to see that it wasn't her two tormentors but rather Daryl looming above her with Terry and Alucard on her shoulder. "Oh my God," whimpered Kea. "I know. I get that a lot around here," said Daryl. "Sorry I-I didn't mean it like that, it's just that I never seen anyone like you," said Kea. Daryl then smiles at her.
"That's okay, it's fine I get that all the time too." said Daryl. The two then share a laugh with each other. "My name is Kea," said Kea. "My name is Daryl Archer, and those two over here are Terry my brother and Alucard my little boyfriend," said Daryl pointing to Terry and Alucard. "Wait Archer? As in Nancy Archer!?" Kea asked. "Yes, as in Nancy Archer, she's our mother," said Terry. "Wow," said Kea. "I've never met the famous Archer family before," said Kea. "Well, you will if you stick around here long enough. Said Daryl smiling. "I bet you're the talk of the school," said Kea. Daryl giggled a little before she told Kea she attended homeschool. The only reason she attended homeschool was because of her size. Because the school is afraid that she could cause a lot of damage.
"I wish I could be as popular as you were." said Kea as she had gotten a saddened look on her face. "Hi, I'm not that popular. Most people would run from me at the first sight they see me," said Daryl. "Well, I'm new in town and I'm having a hard time trying to find some friends plus I had a less than stellar welcoming party," said Kea. "Oh, I know all about Tweddle Dick and Tweddle Cheese harassing you constantly, Terry and Alucard told me all about it," said Daryl. "Yeah, Donald used to go after me all the time when I joined the Basketball team," said Terry. "Until I stepped in to check his ass," said Alucard. Daryl asked Alucard how he stopped Donald from bullying Terry. Which Alucard told Daryl he began to troll Donald every day at school. Stealing wheels off his brand-new Corvette, pulling pranks on them in school and beating him in wrestling doing PE class. "And Karen is an annoying little pest as well that needs to be humbled constantly," said Daryl.
"Anyway, how about you come by our house next Saturday? You won't regret it," said Daryl. Terry then writes up their address on a piece of paper. "OK, thanks," Kea said. "And don't worry about Donald and Karen, we'll make sure to keep them off of your back," said Alucard. They then gave Kea a hug goodbye. "You guys are the best," said Kea.
The next week, Kea came to school and saw Daryl and Terry standing outside of the front gates. She was so happy to see them. And she was really glad that they hadn't forgotten about her. "Hey there," said Daryl. "How are you doing?" asked Terry. "Doing great thank you," said Kea. Kea then took off her hat. "Hey, your hair is starting to grow back," said Terry. "Yep!" Said Kea. "It looks nice," added Daryl. "Thanks Daryl," said Kea. "So, you're ready for tomorrow?" Asked Daryl. "Yeah, but what do you guys have planned?" Asked Kea.
"Oh, you'll see," said Daryl. "OK, I gotta go to my class now I'll see you later," said Kea. "Bye Kea, said Terry. "OK did you manage to send out the invites for tomorrow?" Asked Daryl. "Already handled," said Terry. "And as added insurance we sent fake invites to Donald and Karen," said Alucard. "Good work we don't need those two messing around," said Daryl.
The Weekend had finally arrived and Kea who was wearing a bright yellow dress and grey coat was on her way to the Archer home. "This must be the place," Kea, who had just arrived at the address and saw multiple cars outside. "This place is huge!" Kea said to herself as she saw the mansion that was home for the Giantess. The door opens and Kea is greeted by the towering mother of Daryl, Nancy Archer herself! "Oh, hello there, you must be Kea," said Nancy crouching down. "Oh my, I never knew that you were this big," said Kea looking up at the former 50-foot woman. "Come in come in Daryl is waiting for you," said Nancy who then carries her inside.
Once inside the Mansion, Kea is welcomed by many people. All of the people were dressed in formal attire and looked extremely handsome and beautiful. "Wow! This is quite the party!" said Kea. "What's going on here?" asked Kea as she came closer to one of the men. He turns around and greets Kea. Daryl then arrives and walks over to Kea. "Hey you made it!" Said Daryl happily. "Yeah, but what's the party?" Asked Kea. "This party is all for you, consider it a welcoming party!" Said Daryl. Kea was overwhelmed and almost on the verge of crying, by Daryl's kindness to her after dealing with Karen and Donald constantly this was a great change of pace for her.
Daryl then takes Kea to the party area where people are dancing in circles and having fun. There were also tables with food and drinks. "This is amazing," said Kea. "I love parties like these," said Kea. "Welcome to the Archer's world, enjoy yourself!" said Daryl. "I will!" said Kea. Kea then sees Daryl sitting next to his mom. While Alucard is laying down on her leg. She goes over and sits beside them. "Hello Kea, how are you holding up?" Asked Nancy. "Great actually." Said Kea. "I'm really enjoying the party."
Meanwhile, right outside the Archers home Donald and Karen had arrived only to find that they were locked outside and kept from the party. "Damn it! That big bitch tricked us into going in circles!" Said Karen. "And there's a huge party going on inside without us!" Donald added. They pick in on the party and see Kea dancing with several people. "So, the little nobody is the life of the part huh?" Sniped Karen. "Well come next week. We're going to knock her and Gigantic the sex bitch down a peg!" Said Donald. After telling about what happened to Kea and the gang, Donald and Karen walked away angered. They weren't able to enter the party because the Archers had locked them out and there was no other way in.
The party continued with many people dancing and enjoying themselves. There was also a band playing music which caused everyone to dance even more. Not only that but Alucard's cousin Mizuki was also performing with the band. "Oh my God. Is that really Mizuki performing?" said Kea. "Yeah. She's Alucard's cousin," said Terry. "I didn't know his cousin was a famous J-Pop singer," said Kea. It was a great time and Kea was having a blast. After some time had passed, Kea was walking through the party with Nancy Archer. "Thank you for inviting me to this wonderful party Mrs. Archer," said Kea. "Oh, please call me Nancy," replied Nancy. "Ok Nancy, I appreciate it," said Kea. "So, Kea, Terry tells me, are you a good student?" Asked Nancy. "Yes, I am Mrs. Archer," answered Kea.
"Is there anything else you'd like to talk about?" Asked Nancy. "No, I mean yes, well...," said Kea. "You want to say something?" Asked Nancy. "Well, um...," said Kea. "Speak your mind," said Nancy. "Well, I kind of feel like I'm not good enough for you guys," said Kea. "Why?" Asked Nancy. "Because you're so tall and everybody seems to look up to you!" Kea said. Nancy looked at Kea and smiled. "Oh, my dear Kea, I don't care about height or size. You are a person and a human being, and I have always treated you as such," said Nancy. "That's good to hear," said Kea. "Now let's get back to the party," said Nancy as she carried Kea back.
A new week had just begun, and Kea was happy to be headed to school. Daryl's kindness had lifted her spirits up in the best way. As she arrived at school she was met with many kind and friendly greetings from a lot of the students there. She was then met by Alucard, Terry and of course Daryl. "Hey Kea," said Daryl. "Hi guys," said Kea happily. They all head off to their first class of the day.
After school Kea's group goes to the library. "I know why I was invited to this party," said Kea. "What do you mean?" Asked Daryl as she was talking to Kea through the window. "My friends think I'm not good enough for you guys," said Kea. "Oh, but we both know that isn't true," said Daryl. "I mean it's just so nice to have someone who cares about me, instead of just being cruel to me," said Kea. "I didn't realize you felt that way," said Daryl.
Kea then looks up at him smiling. "Well, thank you Daryl, it means a lot to me," said Kea. "Anytime my dear," said Daryl. "I think I'll go find some books now," said Kea. She then walks towards the shelves.
Everyone was shocked when they saw Kea walk past them. However, trouble hasn't ended yet as Kea was about to head on to lunch a bright red sports car speeds by and in the process splashes mud all over her. The car it was owned by none other than Karen and Donald. Daryl, Terry, and Alucard had saw the whole thing and go over to intervene. "Oh, I'm sorry did we splash you mud slug!?" Said Karen in a sarcastic tone. "That's for not inviting us to that fat big, butted bitch's party!" Added Donald. "Why are you always after me? I've done nothing wrong to you," said Kea. "Because you little mutt we're the king and queen of this school and there's nothing you can do about it!" Said Donald. Donald walks up to Kea and grabs Kea by the arm. "HI! Let me go," said Kea and she tried to pull away from Donald. Donald just laughs at her as he seems to enjoy seeing Kea suffer. "You're. . . you're hurting me," said Kea. Oh, I'll show you what hurting is," said Donald. Donald was about to strike Kea in the face. Until Alucard grabs Donald by arm forcing him to release Kea.
"You're ok Kea," asked Alucard. Kea numbs her head. Alucard stares at Donald as Alucard's eyes begin to turn red. "You have a lot of nerve to put your hand on a girl," said Alucard. Donald just stares at him with a wicked smirk on his face. "That's just like you, Alucard. Always sticking your nose and other folks' business," said Donald. "It's my business with a douchebag like you always picking on the weak," said Alucard. Donald took off his jacket as he showed that he was about to fight Alucard. "Kick his ass Donald," shout Karen. Alucard looked at Karen and said, "Nobody cares about you Karen or fake ass clothes". "Did you just talk to my girl," said Donald. "Oh, please I won't talk to that stuck up brat," said Alucard. Donald looked at Daryl as you had an evil look on his face. Donald had a plan; he knew Alucard's girlfriend is Daryl. And he knows what he is going to hurt him at. "You know it's kind of funny that my girlfriend is way hotter than your girlfriend," said Donald. Alucard just laughed at him as he began to walk away. "And funny about it, your girlfriend is nothing more than a freak," said Donald. Alucard suddenly stops, as he slowly turns his head towards Donald. "Yeah, he screwed up," said Terry.
"What the hell do you just call my Daryl," asked Alucard. Donald decided to repeat what he said. But before you can finish his word. Alucard delivers a powerful punch, knocking Donald out cold. Daryl then walks up behind both Karen and Kea. "So, I have a fat butt huh?" Said an angry Daryl. "Did I stutter bitch!?" Snapped Karen. "Well, you wanna know what's the best thing about having a fat butt like mine?" Asked Daryl. "What," asked Karen. She then gets her answer when Daryl turns around and slams her big ass down onto Karen's sports car! "I can drop it like it's hot!" Said Daryl grinding her big ass cheeks on to the car further crushing it. "My car!!" Shouts Karen. "You broke my fucking car!" "That's the price you pay for being such a rude bitch!!" Yelled Daryl. "Oh my God. I'm definitely going to bang Daryl tonight," said Alucard. "Dude serious," Terry. "I can't help it, Daryl has a sexy booty," said Alucard. Everyone was shocked by what they had seen. Kea was watching the scene unfold.
Daryl then picks up Karen by her shirt and then hangs her up on the school's flagpole. "PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW, YOU FREAK! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM OR WHO MY DADDY IS!?! THOSE LOSERS HAD THEIR WHOLE TREATMENT COMING, AND YOU HAD NO BUSINESS BARGING IN LIKE THAT JUST CAUSE YOU'RE STUPIDLY BIG YOU GIANT CUNT!!" Screamed Karen.
"Big words coming from a spoiled bitch, someone needs to teach you some respect; and I'm here to teach you some manners, so you're going to stay up there until you apologize to my friend!" Said Daryl. "Never!!!" Karen fired back. "Then enjoy the view up," said Daryl who walked away. "Are you ok Kea?" Asked Daryl. "Yeah, I'm fine." Said Kea. Then Alucard comes up to Daryl and says, "I'm sorry but I couldn't let that happen."
"It's alright sweetie, I've dealt with this before," said Daryl as she gave Alucard a big wet kiss. "So have I, so have I," said Alucard. "Thank you both," said Kea. Then Alucard walks off. After all this drama, Kea and company go out for lunch.
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LIFE STAGES ~ CAS C H A L L E N G E
Create a sim in all of their life stages. Or use a sim you’ve created before and create their other life stages. Or use a sim born in game or a premade. In addition to the six life stages you can create in CAS, you can add your own (like a tween for example, also maybe they don’t even live to the elderhood?). You can write their life story if you wish or let us guess.
Have fun and tag some people to try this out if you like!
Tag me @someone-elsa and use #life stages cas challenge so I can reblog your posts :)
Info and comments below the cut!
Soooo both @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy and @lazysunjade tagged me in this challenge and I've been working on it for ages I swear! But I couldn't decide what I wanted for the pics. kinda hate them all now actually but that's besides the point...
So Neo is technically NOT human and he comes from an immortal race that don't actually age the way humans do, however I wanted to show him looking a little older anyway. (mostly because I made full adult Heiss and elder Heiss who still to me, looks freaking BEAUTIFUL! but shhhhhh)
And soooo yeah, Heiss Life Stages coming to a sims blog near you soon! :)
I'm not sure anymore who's done this and who hasn't sooooooo.... If you read this, please consider yourself tagged and let me know when you've posted cause I'd love to see your sims! <3
#TS4#Sims 4#the sims 4#Sims 4 Screenies#Sims 4 Screensots#Neo Okashi#Sims 4 Life Stages Challenge#Sims4LifeStagesChallenge#life stages cas challenge
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Okay first off, I feel like ADHD anon is a bit on the nose. So I will change to Cat Anon. Because I have nine cats, please send help. Six are fosters but still, send help. There's only so much allergy meds can handle. And because then I can do this
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Ahem, back on topic:
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Yeah my meds kinda just stopped working, whoops.
Anyways
I will foil your master plan with the power of, guilt. She obviously wants to go back to her brothers but she must feel somewhat guilty, at least betraying Pearl, it's obvious that she's grown close with her. Also because I doubt they put Gem on a first floor room- wait magic, right.
Also I will use Scotts distrust in Gem for once. He could easily have Jimmy or Pearl take her on a walk and then do a room search, it's common for even prisoners to have cell searches. He could like, find her hidden brush or just inspect her cuff closely and see just the few changes in the lock, which, why would a magical cuff have a lock? Just seal it with magic.
Or it could have given a alert to Gandalf that it was opened and he would rush over to Rivendell and tell Scott.
She'd definitely lose paint brush privileges (don't worry, fingerpaint on good texture days is fun) and could easily lose visiting privileges, walking privileges, or even having her own room and go to a (warmer than before) cell.
Did she ever have second thoughts about doing it once she got to Rivendell? What would she even do if she escaped, would her brothers accept her back and what would they do after that? Sorry this is so long, hope that's okay.
Hope you had a great day! Did something you enjoyed today.
Well, Cat Anon it is, then! I’d love to help, but I live small and I’ve already got a cat running around, thinking she’s allowed in my room because she’s allowed in my sister’s room. Which she isn’t because allergies, but still, she does try.
Oh no, guilt, the AU’s greatest enemy!
You do make a good point, she’s not gonna be able to leave Rivendell guilt-free. Which turns into conflict and drama, which will be lovely to write about soon.
And you’re completely justified in using Scott’s distrust in Gem. But let me ask this; do you think Mr. Elsa, ‘shut everyone out let’s try fix this on my own welp it’s all frozen over better run away now’ is gonna ask for help on this one? Scott in the series has incredible difficulty asking for help; anyone's help. Man’s kept him being Xornoth’s brother secret until he couldn’t keep it secret anymore and never really asked anyone else to help him with that problem, unless I'm remembering it wrong (but it turned into a bigger problem and before you know it two colleagues are corrupted and you can’t look away anymore or pretend it’s not there because it’s almost screaming in your face) (when did this turn into a small rant about Scott’s character?).
Anyway, back to the AU, why would Scott ask for help when those bracelets have worked on all magic-using prisoners who came before Gem? They did stay in the cells and never had access to something that could be used to break it open like Gem, but they worked well. There, slap a bracelet on it, magic’s gone, one problem solved, pat on the back. You’d think, in his distrust, he’d check on the bracelet. Or check for hiding spots for a sharpened paintbrush. He hasn’t. A major oversight that will cost him.
And yes, if she was caught, she would probably lose all those privileges. It’d be a sad moment.
She got to Rivendell, handed the staff back to Gandalf as a sign of goodwill, answered their questions. And then she’s sitting in the cell for the first night, it’s cold, she can’t feel her magic, and she just… she starts missing her brothers hard and wonders what the hell she started, why couldn’t she have figured another way to do it, should’ve never done this, repeating the same apology to her brothers over and over and over, making herself miserable with the thought they must hate her now, they’re not gonna come for her, they’re not gonna reach out to her again, she’s never seeing them again… (the anxiety got real on that one).
As for fWhip and Sausage, they don’t hate her. Obviously. They can never hate their sister to the extent she thought they'd hate her. Even then, it does sting that she (according to fake memories) just decided to up and leave them and Xornoth behind for a “better life”, wherever she got that idea from. It’d be weird to have her back, but it would feel so good to have her back, too. They’d be complete again. Two is bad but alone is worse, and then Gem wouldn’t be alone anymore. They’d be mad at her for messing with their memories, though, because wtf did you do, Gem? You could’ve asked, you could have told us. (and they would’ve said no and would’ve tried to talk her out of it, but still).
It's fine; I know I just said I wanted shorter asks, but I figured the problem is me taking a question, my brain latching onto it and just writing two paragraphs’ worth of stuff that might make the post too long for my own liking. (example: Scott’s character rant, as written above). Fewer questions means there's a smaller chance to elicit such long answers, but no matter the quantity, I like 99% of the questions that come in and I love giving you guys the answers.
I hope you have a good day yourself.
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#empires smp#wither au#geminitay#scott smajor#dangthatsalongname#guilt is gonna be important#but we knew that#scott is just a stubborn prideful bitch in this au huh#i didn't think this was how it was gonna be#but it happened nonetheless#this au keeps surprising even me sometimes
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Check In Tag ✔️
Tagged by @someone-elsa! Please don't eliminate Lola, let her eliminate herself ;w;
Why did you choose your url?
There is a hot, sweet beverage in my country called atole. We mostly drink it as a traditional breakfast thingy (sometimes with other food) because it is a bit heavy, yummy and fulling (?). People call me Nat for short (my name is Natalia) and one friend at my university thought it was funny to call me N-atole because he saw me drinking a chocolate atole cup :D I've been using that nickname for my internet / gaming persona since then. In this case, I added the "sims" into it lol.
Any side blogs? If you have them name them and why you have them.
I made an art side blog, but it's empty xD I tried to share my art on instagram and had a reaaally bad time, so I thought I would migrate to tumblr. I'm still scared of media so I haven't uploaded anything... and don't know if I will tbh
How long have you been on tumblr?
On tumblr? I think since 2010, but I reblogged everything I thought it was pretty. I accidentally deleted my account, so I rejoined with this simblr exactly one year ago.
Do you have a queue tag?
Nah, I draft everything and post it manually. I queue individual posts when I know I won't be online.
Why did you start your blog in the first place?
I was hoarding a lot of gameplay screenshots and wanted to put them in good use! I discovered storytelling and gameplay simblrs when I was downloading cc and thought "why not make one myself?"
Why did you choose your icon/pfp?
It's my simself doing funny paranoid faces, the same ones I regularly make irl, hehe. I've been wanting to go back to a floating head of one of my main sims, but I can't decide who...
Why did you choose your header?
I liked the poppy field gif no big reason there
What’s your post with the most notes?
This one, with 212 notes! I didn't give a lot of attention to it when I posted my villain but when I saw the notes coming I was a living surprised pikachu meme
How many mutuals do you have?
I have no idea! But not that much, I think. A handful, maybe? I'm guessing like 30 (that I regularly interact with)? How do you even check that .-.
How many followers do you have?
578
How many people do you follow?
166
Have you ever made a shitpost?
Not sure what it is, so maybe I have?
How often do you use tumblr each day?
When I have free time, in the mornings and before I go to bed. When I'm tired, busy or mentally fried, I don't check social media at all. I blame it on my asocial character o3o
Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?
Uh, not quite. I've got some random hateful anons I answered publicly (one racist, another... just salty?), but I didn't argue back. Just tried to laugh it off.
How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?
I read them and try to be as informed as possible, but I'm trying to keep my simblr as a clean, mental safe space for me. I don't reblog anything non-sims related into my acc, whatever it is.
Do you like tag games?
Yeah! But I answer late or forget easily about stuff ;w; I suck at them
Do you like ask games?
Also yes! I love them! But sometimes I get too paranoid and shy about sending those, too. I'm trying to change that.
Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
Some of them definitely are, but I'm not tagging anything because that would be awkward. For me. Maybe for them too. I don't even interact with some of them because I get intimidated. Ok bye.
Do you have a crush on a mutual?
Nah :D
I'll tag @reality-refuge, @ambrosiaicecreem, @pixel-bloom, @ashubii, @dynastiasimss, @goldoradove and @daisydezem!
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you’ve probably been sent this before but elsa infodump?? i was scrolling thru her tag (didn’t rb despite all the good stuff i saw bc i didn’t wanna spam you 😭) but i wanna know more about her!!
haha no please spam me I love it! also no, I'm not sure I have been asked this before and people aren't generally that interested in elsa as a character these days so I am more than happy to rant about her for a lil while okay so lets get into it:
elsa is swedish and was born in malmo before her mom (lisa) moved her to california
she does not have a good relationship with her father axel
super sarcastic
born april 26th
her uncle viktor (lisa's brother) lives in beacon hills with elsa and he is super weird but like ... really endearing?
used to have a part time job at dairy queen but got fired for giving shane too many freebies
has a pug called calamari
her ~powers~ don't come into play until s5... when she first meets theo
elsa is an elemental - her element is fire
loves cheesy pop music and also goes hard for rap and r&b
she is the captain of the beacon hills soccer team and is lowkey really good at it?
writes harry potter fanfiction
two best friends are shane and oliver who she would #die for - they have been best friends since kindergarten
has had the worlds biggest crush on scott mccall for as long as she can remember
shane also lives with the kirsch family for ~reasons~ she has her own bedroom but elsa and shane share a bed most nights
elsa lowkey hates how attracted she is to theo but also she cannot help it
can often be seen wearing a statement tshirt - usually with a slogan or a food item on it
eventually the idea was that elsa would unite with the other elementals and they would become a #girlgang but I never got round to writing from ashes properly so0o0o0o...
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Should Auld Acquaintance be Forgot
Honestly, Emma was less mad about the whole thing than she expected. Disappointed, that was the word. And everyone knew that disappointed was far worse than mad.
Because being dateless on New Year’s Eve was one thing. Being dateless while pining over a roommate with a secret Match.com profile and apparent relationship-type desires that were the complete opposite of her was—
Disappointing, really.
If Killian kissed anybody, she was going to drink an entire bottle of champagne by herself.
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Rating: Teen, kissing, far too many Grinch references
Word Count: 9.2K
AN: Today is our last festive prompt! Or, at least one that’s a stand-alone story. Our said prompts come from @kmomof4 who asked for “i don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."// "i'm cold. come closer." //"i love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.” And I got all three in. As always, I cannot thank you guys enough for clicking and reading and saying such nice things. Here’s to a 2021 that’s full of even more fic, satisfying TV storylines and lots of fictional characters making out.
Also on Ao3 if that’s your jam
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“Shit.”
“Merry Christmas.”
Rolling her eyes over the top of the phone in her hand, Ruby didn’t look particularly amused at the distinct lack of enthusiasm in Emma’s voice. That was something of a theme. For like—the last thirty-six hours, but also the majority of their relationship, and none this should have come as a surprise, only she’d had a lot of wine in the last forty-six minutes, and it might have been catching up with her. Was definitely catching up with her.
“How much did you pay for the garbage alcohol you’ve been shoving at me?” Emma asked archly, and she was only slightly worried about getting home. Her head felt muddled. Like there were too many thoughts, and this time of year always did that to her brain, and her consciousness, and at least eighty-two percent of this was Mary Margaret’s fault.
For deciding that they were going to have a party.
On New Year’s Eve.
Like complete cliches.
“I’ll have you know,” Ruby drawled, eyes dropping back to her phone and whatever noise it was making, “that I paid at least twelve dollars for—”
“—Lies,” Elsa yelled, and it was a testament their current situation that she’d raised her voice at all. Nothing like that ever happened, and the overall roll rate of Ruby’s eyes was going to give her a migraine.
Her phone made another noise.
“She’s lying to you,” Elsa added. “Straight to your face.”
She’d still be staring down a dateless New Year’s Eve, but—
Emma scrunched her nose. “What else is new?”
“Oh, I take offense to that,” Ruby cried, but she was almost too obviously distracted, and the inability of this conversation to be concise was starting to grate on Emma’s nerves. Or what remained of them. Maybe she was the Grinch.
No, that wasn’t right. The Grinch had an enlarged heart, which Emma certainly did not have — and that was nice and appropriately festive for the season, the Grinch, not her, and he had a dog. Emma didn’t have a dog. If she had a dog, there was no possible way she’d be annoyed as she was.
Whatever, honestly.
Her date, or lack thereof, was not important, and she was going to drink this entire bottle of Barefoot Moscato, price tag be damned, and then she was going to figure out some way to get home. Without falling over.
Also, the Grinch didn’t have a roommate. Unless you counted the dog, and Emma didn’t think Max could conceivably hold so many titles in a twenty-two minute animated Christmas special, and she imagined the Grinch was also not pining after his dog slash roommate slash stand-in reindeer. That’d be weird.
For a twenty-two minute animated Christmas special.
She’d never seen the Jim Carey version. Or that other one with Benedict whatever-his-name-is.
Away from dating apps and wine that was very likely going to give her one hell of a headache, and Killian would at least make sure she was vaguely hydrated before she collapsed on some sort of horizontal surface. She wasn’t going to be picky about which one, honestly.
“Why are there so many versions of the Grinch?”
Ruby didn’t look at her. Her eyebrows moved, though. Lifted ever so slightly into her hairline, and Elsa’s glance wasn’t exactly subtle, and Emma needed to go home.
“Expand on that for me,” Ruby said, lips twisted as soon as she stopped talking. Something was wrong. Well, more wrong. In an alcohol-saturated sort of way that included all those previously discussed mobile dating apps.
“There are so many Grinches,” Emma said. “You think that’s a commentary on society? Like as a whole? That we need to—”
“—Embrace the spirit of Christmas?”
“Because we as a general population are all assholes?”
“You’ve had too much wine.”
“Not a question,” Elsa mumbled, elbow bumping Emma’s shoulder when she perched on the edge of the sofa, and Ruby’s eyes were still doing that thing. Widening every now and then — a flash of understanding mixing in with surprise, and Emma wasn’t sure how many muscles were in a human thumb, but she figured all of Ruby’s were getting quite a workout, scrolling as quickly as they were.
“If I have,” Emma muttered, “it is entirely Ruby’s fault. Who buys pink Moscato and expects their guests not to drink the whole bottle?”
“Seems to suggest you’re a guest, though,” Ruby said, “and that’s awfully prim and proper.”
Ruby couldn’t possibly be Cindy Lou Who in this metaphor.
Emma couldn’t argue with that. Mostly because she’d drank so much of the pink Moscato. “Ok, ok, forget the wine for two seconds. And the Grinch. Why were you making proclamations before? They were very loud and—”
Nothing changed. The phone was still there — wobbling slightly because it seemed Ruby’s forearm strength was lacking just a bit, but the screen didn’t change, and Emma was certain this was somehow also Taylor Swift’s fault. For rerecording Love Story and letting Ryan Reynolds use it in that Match.com ad.
“So…”
Although really that made it more Scooter whatever-his-last-name-was’s fault, for stealing all of Taylor Swift’s songs and being a noted and massive dick, and Emma’s inability to remember anyone’s last name was clearly something of a personality failing.
“Thoughts?” Ruby pressed.
At least twelve-thousand, but none of them seemed especially interested in being said out loud, and Emma’s tongue felt like it was simultaneously growing and dissolving in her mouth. None of it was particularly comfortable, what legitimately felt like cotton balls bursting out of her cheeks and making it difficult to breathe, and she should have lived in a cave. With her dog and the inexplicable set of antlers she owned to make that same dog look like a reindeer, and then she wouldn’t have to be staring at Killian Jones’ dating profile on goddamn Match.com eight days before a New Year’s Eve party she only marginally wanted to attend.
“Don’t people just use Tinder now?”
Emma’s voice did not sound like her own. Presumably because of the tongue thing and the cotton ball analogy, and she wondered if the Uber driver she was inevitably going to request would be especially annoyed by her desire to blast Taylor Swift in the backseat.
She’d give them five stars.
No matter what — because she wasn’t an asshole, but especially if they let Emma blast Taylor Swift in the backseat.
Ruby rolled her eyes. “You’re very old; you know that?”
Her face was very warm.
“Buy me better wine.”
Emma had never gone into cardiac arrest before, but the sinking feeling in her chest was sudden and a little jarring and she tried very hard to swallow down the wad of emotion currently taking up residence in the middle of her throat. Didn’t work.
“Only nine bucks, honestly?”
Failed spectacularly, quite honestly.
“I don’t want to know,” she announced. “Whatever he put on there is his—”
“What Killian does or doesn’t do in the world of modern dating has nothing to do with me,” Emma said, only a little disappointed because she didn’t think people got multiple miracles in their lives and to having hers ensure her voice didn’t shake over those particular words in that particular order felt lame.
“I don’t care.”
All things considered.
Scrunching her nose, Ruby’s nod lacked a certain sense of honesty. “Sure, sure, sure, well—” She shrugged. “—He’s here. Being available. Presumably for New Year’s, and…”
Emma waited for the rest. All the reasons she’d heard before, and her friends were convinced. Something about inevitable, and happily ever after, but that second part was mostly Mary Margaret and it was likely easier to believe in the fairy tale when you were living it.
Pessimism was also fairly lame. As far as defining traits went.
“What are you—” Elsa started, but then she was moving and her teeth clicked exactly five times, as soon as she looked at the screen, and Emma was not capable of dealing with any of this. Watching her friends gape at her, Ruby’s phone still held loosely in her hand, and neither one of them objected when she finally managed to get to her feet.
And the Uber driver didn’t offer to play any Taylor Swift, but Emma didn’t ask and she didn’t blast it in the backseat.
So, that felt like a victory. Which she desperately needed — to counteract the state of her pancreas and half a dozen other internal organs when her thumb hovered over the button, and it took at least two minutes and twelve seconds for Match.com to download.
She should have waited until she was on wifi.
To say that Emma’s relationship with Killian Jones was complicated would be something of an understatement. And she wouldn’t use the word relationship.
He was her friend.
Her very good looking friend, with stupid eyes that regularly flashed at her like he was too aware of the mush-like state it sent her into, and he was friends with her brother, and once upon a time she’d briefly considered hating him, but that never really stuck and he made hot chocolate better than anyone she knew. Refused to use the prepackaged mix. Did something on the oven that Emma didn’t entirely understand, and never trusted herself to try on her own, and Killian was never late with his half of the rent.
Or any of the utilities.
Living together was a decision born of convenience and the extra room Killian had once Will moved out, but it also made a lot of sense and it was good. Really good. Would have been great if Emma wasn’t pining after him and his stupid eyes like some lovelorn idiot, but she had gotten almost impossibly good at rationalizing the whole thing in the last few years, and—
“Shit, shit, shit,” she chanted, slumped in the corner of the couch with her knees threatening to impale her chin and there must have been a record for frustrated cursing while staring at a roommate's dating profile. She’d definitely passed it, like, seven minutes ago.
Scrolling down only led to scrolling back up, twisting her lower lip between her teeth while staring at photos and lists and options she was sure came from some AI or relationship-type algorithm and coming to terms with the end of the world was harder than she expected it to be.
At least the end of her love life.
Of which there wasn’t much to begin with, so it probably wasn’t very hard for the whole thing to topple over, but Emma was feeling especially melodramatic and they needed to buy some WD-40. For their very squeaky door.
“Hey,” Killian said, shrugging out of his jacket and it was apparently snowing out. Flakes dusted his shoulder, clung to several strands of hair, and Emma couldn’t melt into the couch. They couldn’t afford to buy another one. “That can’t be good for your spine.”
Humming, Killian didn’t bother brushing the snow out of his hair before he walked forward, falling onto the other end of the couch and pulling Emma’s sock-covered feet into his lap. “Are they any cookies left?”
“I’m going to tell Mary Margaret you’re a cookie glutton and—”
Sixteen guys had messaged her already.
“So I’ve heard. Whatcha you doing?”
Maybe that was a compliment. Emma didn’t think so, though.
She couldn’t believe she had to make a profile. To stalk her roommate. And his interests. There were a lot of interests on Killian’s Match.com profile.
Strictly speaking, she didn’t have much experience with shoulders and their proclivity to being rested on, but she liked to believe Killian’s was one of the more comfortable out there. Her head fit very well, at least.
“Nothing.”
So as to avoid any lingering after-effects from its continued failure.
“I’ve got twenty-seven bucks on him asking at the party,” Killian said, “but Locksley thinks he’s just going to lose any sense of self-control and blurt it out before, I just—”
Emma’s phone dinged.
Again. Multiple times, in quick succession — and she should have turned off notifications for that stupid app, but she wasn’t really using it for its intended purpose and Killian was staring at her. With a look that made it all too clear he knew what was going on.
That didn’t make her feel any better.
“Ruby said she was thinking about bringing someone,” he muttered, “to, uh—to the thing. The New Year’s thing.”
The air shifted. Crackled with electricity Emma knew she was imagining, and want she was only barely managing to temper and if Will did propose to Belle on New Year’s Eve she refused to be held accountable for her emotional reaction. She’d totally cry.
“Call it a thing again.”
Ruby would never let her hear the end of that.
Shaking his head brusquely, Killian’s grip tightened around Emma’s ankle. She had no idea he was holding her ankle — fingers wrapped all the way around the joint until the tips threatened to touch because apparently his fingers were that long, and she’d probably only obsess about that for like the next few years, or so. Which seemed reasonable.
“Anyone good?” he asked, low and gruff and whatever was back in the middle of her throat did not appear intent on leaving any time soon. No matter how many times Emma swallowed.
Or how often Killian’s eyes flickered. Towards her throat.
The idea never even crossed her mind, honestly.
Flinching the way she did only guaranteed that Emma’s spine collided with the arm of their couch, but she was at least less inclined to melt and she supposed romantic beggars could not be choosers. “Yuh huh,” she said, “and you’re well acquainted with the noises and the reasons behind the noise?”
That probably wasn’t important.
And just like that—it was fine. Well, maybe not fine, but at last fine adjacent, and something inching closer to normal, and Killian kissed her temple again before he stood up.
“You’re avoiding my question.”
She didn’t pick up her phone until she went to bed, dragging every blanket they owned behind her down the hallway.
On the ever-growing list of problems Emma had during a week when problems were supposed to be non-existent, Killian's Match.com profile had very easily cemented itself at the top of the list.
It didn’t match — her, at least. Every single thing he was apparently looking for in some sort of potential life partner was the exact opposite of every single thing that made Emma her. Musical tastes were diametrically opposed, movies she’d never once seen him watch in the legitimate decades she’d known him were praised with the kind of adjectives even Robert Ebert would scoff at. The pictures were good, but Emma knew that was more a result of her attraction to her roommate than anything else, and he said he liked people who cooked.
She couldn’t cook.
She tried.
Twenty-four hours after the weird couch incident, which was a name only Emma was using, she was sure, and the smoke alarm had gone off and—
This was Ruby’s fault. And Taylor Swift. Whose new album was very good, and made for perfect and consistent pining music.
She was so disappointed she was positive she reeked with it.
“Cooking,” Emma said, like that was an explanation and not an excuse and she was definitely using too many of her personal miracles. “Nothing caught on fire!”
Lolling his head to the side, Killian leveled her with an exasperated expression. Brows pinched together and that shade of blue wasn’t quite as sharp, but was still somehow almost amused and she didn’t think the oven was supposed to make that noise. It was very loud. “Lack of flames is not a sign of success, love,” he said, “and it’s—ah, fuck.”
The smoke alarm was louder than the oven.
Blasting through their apartment and, Emma was sure, through the entire building, the beep hit its rhythmic stride quickly, so she reacted like an adult to the whole situation by gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut. Killian breezed by her, swinging open another squeaky door and fumbling through what sounded like several dozen boxes and he cursed. More than once.
Emma nodded.
Emma cracked open one eye. “We do, I—”
Their neighbors must hate them. Rightfully so.
“We definitely own a broom,” she promised, “we’re not savages. We clean.”
Graham was probably very nice.
“Was there a reason for that?”
Emma swallowed. Still didn’t help.
“Swan.”
“Alright,” Killian said softly, “c’mere.”
Saying that what happened next happened quicker than Emma expected it to, also suggested that Emma expected it to happen at all, which was one of the bigger lies she’d told in the last week or so, and she was really growing a metric shit ton of lies, so that was especially impressive and she yelped very loudly. As soon as hands gripped her hips, lifting her off the floor and directing her underneath the questionably loud smoke detector.
“This could wake the dead,” she proclaimed, shouting the words because if they were going to descend into total farce, then she was really going to lean into it.
Killian’s head fell to her stomach. If she died right there, she hoped he didn’t drop her. Although, she’d also be dead, so—she probably wouldn’t notice.
“Just turn it off, love.”
She hated all that music.
“See,” he grunted, “that makes it sound like we don’t have a broom, and—” Adjusting her, one of her legs twisted around his, something Emma was going to claim as instinct and not that same want that was another one of her more defining characteristics, and he definitely exhaled. Loudly. And directly into her t-shirt. “—Swan, I really need you to fix this, love.”
Using his shoulder as leverage, and keeping her leg exactly where it was, she still had to stretch her arm out and it took far more movement than either one of them could apparently handle silently for her to press the button that fixed everything.
Despised The Godfather, on some sort of fundamental level and Kay deserved better than Michael Corleone, even if that version of Al Pacino was almost kind of attractive, but—
Relatively speaking, at least.
He didn’t lift his head immediately. Or drop her. That probably wasn’t a metaphor.
Emma’s metaphors regularly sucked, anyway.
“Pizza or Chinese?”
Chuckling into her stomach, Killian’s laugh warmed her from the inside out and kept the goosebumps there and she’d kind of forgotten he was shirtless. Idiot bastard, that was her.
Graham Humbert had owned more plaid shirts than anyone Emma had ever seen.
“Order extra egg rolls, and I’m in,” Killian said, finally working her back to the ground and they didn’t move. They stood there. Staring at each other, and conducting more inventory, and Emma could only imagine the penance she’d have to do for keeping her stomach in its correct spot.
“Deal.”
“She’s in love with him.”
“Which part?” Ruby asked. “How in love Emma is with Jones or whether or not we were acknowledging his shitty dating profile?”
“Doesn’t have to,” Elsa muttered over the top of her half-empty glass. “It basically broadcasts out of her.”
They took the batteries out of the smoke detector a day later.
“Either or, I guess.”
Not the safest thing they’d ever done, but Emma kept trying to cook and failing spectacularly and she was certain the people at the Chinese restaurant fourteen blocks away knew their order based solely on the sound of her voice when she called.
“Does this have a name?”
Slumped as she was over the edge of the bar, Emma barely noticed the lift in Killian’s eyebrows, but that also might have been her tendency to be preoccupied with his mouth and he was smiling at her. Wide. Meaningful—ly.
Distractingly.
At some point that afternoon, she’d decided she needed to respond to Graham’s messages. Or, well—keep responding. There’d been some conversation, what might have been construed as flirting if Emma’s thumbs didn’t keep cramping up while they flew across her phone’s keyboard, but that definitely wasn’t a sign either, and the overall lightness in her body was likely a direct result of whatever blue-colored alcoholic concoction Killian had put in front of her forty-seven minutes before. There were gummy—things floating in it.
Or there had been.
She’d eaten them.
Her mouth felt a little numb.
“What do you think we should call it?”
Propping her chin on her hand made Emma wobble a bit, Killian’s lips twitching again. Idiot bastard asshole. Poor Graham. She was a jerk. And his eyes were getting brighter.
Killian’s. Not Graham’s.
She had no idea what Graham’s eyes did.
“Are you serving me unnamed alcohol?” Emma asked, and she was sure she did not slur her words the way it sounded.
He shrugged.
Good thing the holiday season was nearly over.
And Will’s reaction was far too loud, tossing a towel over his back before he draped himself across Killian’s back, hooking his own chin over that slightly lifted shoulder. “He’s showing off, Em. That’s all it is. Are you going to die, though?”
At the bar.
“Your tongue is blue.”
Four seats away from Leroy the regular.
“Don’t move so quickly, Swan,” Killian said, a hand finding her cheek and that was fine. Totally fine. Great, even. Super—
Califragilisticexpialidocious.
So, she was more drunk than she’d been. Like, ever.
“Your fault,” she mumbled. Burrowing further into his palm was not an option Emma had, so naturally that’s exactly what she did and Will made another noise. “Something to add, Scar—” Emma paused, lifting an impatient finger when both men in front of her dared to laugh. “—Let, you jerky jerkface.”
“You will find out whenever else does, kid,” Will guaranteed. “And there were at least four different types of rum in that swill he gave you.”
That would have annoyed Belle.
Humming, Will untwisted his limbs from Killian, a different hand finding her cheek and the strands of hair that were hanging over her eyes and she scowled when he tapped her chin. “Trying to impress you,” Will repeated intently.
“Is he—” Emma’s brain couldn’t keep up. Thoughts rushed through her, firing synapses that were only passably functional, and the lights from the jukebox across the room were starting to float in her vision. Pressing her fingers into her cheek, Emma knew the skin there moved, but she also could not feel a single thing and—“You’re laughing at me.”
Her head hurt. Ached, even through the haze she’d only recently evolved into, and Emma hated bowling. Was absolutely God awful at it. The kind of awful that required bumpers whenever they’d gone, and they used to go when they were kids. On New Year’s Eve afternoon, some tradition that Ruth had come up with and David honored, even after he and Mary Margaret had segued into happily ever after, and Emma could count on one hand how many times she’d crested the 100-point mark.
“I am,” he said, “but you’re also sloshed, so I’m willing to give you a pass. And no.”
She felt oddly similar now.
Playing a game she wasn’t very good at, with more gutter balls than any self-respecting adult should record. Eight pounds of cylindrical force kept rolling through her, threatening anything in its path, but not hitting what it was supposed to, and she also could have eaten an entire tub of bowling alley snacks right now.
“Why are fries better in a bowling alley? Like, better than anywhere else.”
Will’s eyes narrowed. “Better than Shake Shack?”
Blinking continued to be one of Emma’s less impressive reactions, but she was stuck on that bowling ball metaphor and Killian’s arm around her shoulders made it impossible to talk.
“‘S’totally different.”
“You ready, love?”
“We’re leaving, love,” Killian said, and there was at least part of her that was smart enough to pick on repeat endearments. And then promptly cling to them. In her swollen heart.
“For?”
“Make sure you brush your tongue too tonight, Em,” Will advised, “otherwise that blue is going to stick.”
Saluting left her more off-balance than she’d been all night, laughter echoing behind them as Killian pulled the door shut and he’d ordered them a car. Emma honestly had no idea how they got in said car, but then they were moving and she was only slightly dizzy and he—
He made another noise, slumping next to her, which made it even easier for Emma to touch as much of him as possible and he didn’t object. She didn’t think he would. Ever, actually.
“Smell really good.”
God, poor Graham.
She was the worst.
David played hockey when he was a kid.
“Not as such, no,” Killian said, “just thinking we might be able to add something new and—” His shoulder shifted under her cheek, Emma’s soft hum of disapproval making him smile. She still didn’t check. “—Not that we haven’t been making money, but...people gotta have a schtick.”
No sound. Nothing except engines, and there could only be one engine in a car, Emma was fairly positive, so that didn’t really make sense and Killian stared ahead when she tilted her head up. “Sometimes,” Killian admitted softly, “but, uh—like I said, just trying to get something that might help us a little more and weddings are expensive, y’know?”
“Whatever,” Emma groaned, “just—I’m saying it’s a good bar.”
Thinking about melting as often as she was, was starting to become patently ridiculous.
“You’re trying to come up with ridiculous bachelorette party drinks—”
With such God awful interests in the opposite sex.
Emma rapped her knuckles against his chest. “To help pay for Scarlet’s wedding?”
The world was a joke. Happy Holidays.
“You’re not getting ready with Lucas or Elsa or anything tomorrow, are you?”
Huh. No grand slam, then.
Of all the questions she definitely wasn’t prepared for, that was at the bottom of the list. Emma was not actually making any of these lists. “This isn’t prom.”
Being hungover on New Year’s Eve was one of the crueler jokes the universe had played on her in the last week or so.
“Yeah, ok,” she said, letting her head drop back to his shoulder and Emma wasn’t sure why it sounded like he exhaled. In something almost like relief. Eyes fluttering the way they were, she must have imagined it, another ridiculous metaphor and even dumber analogy and her groan was especially pitiful when the car stopped. No way her stomach was going to stay where it was supposed to for the rest of the night.
All of Emma hurt, muscles she hadn’t been aware she was in possession of seemingly rising up in revolt of her very existence, and she couldn’t really turn her head. Which endlessly delighted Ruby in a way that was making her reconsider their friendship, and Killian kept glancing in their direction. His arm bumped Emma’s no less than twenty-four times in the car over.
And for as much as she wanted to crawl under several mountains of blankets and consider all her romantic shortcomings, something in the back of Emma’s mind preened a bit under his flitting gaze, trying not to meet his eyes too often. Only to fail every time — if Ruby’s laughter was any indication, and Will had groaned several times, but he also didn’t appear to be engaged yet and Emma had apologized to Graham that afternoon.
Through text, though. So it only kind of counted. She wasn’t even sure parts of the messages were English. Her head felt like it was going to snap open, which made the champagne she was practically shotgunning at that point a very bad decision, but she’d been on a roll on that front, so she had no intention of altering course and it was nearly midnight.
“This is depressing,” Ruby announced. “He’s staring again.”
Rolling her eyes was an impossibility if Emma didn’t want to make a spectacle of herself in front of her brother and some of the teachers from Mary Margaret’s school, and Ruby’s date was nice. Had a lot of pictures of her dog on her phone, but nice all the same.
More blinking. Honestly, she was a mess. The teachers kept hogging space on the couch. Killian smiled when he looked at Emma, that time. “Elaborate on that.”
“Are you the dumbest person alive?”
“No, this is just our general opinion of you. Both of you, really. I—are you not almost painfully aware of how in love Killian is with you? Em, he is staring at you. Like, right now. Blatantly. Obviously. Some other adverb.”
“We live together.”
Wide eyes and an impressively straight row of teeth were all the warning Emma got before there was a hand on her shoulder and he smelled just as good as she was hopeful she hadn’t mentioned last night, but that felt like wishful thinking and Emma did not, in fact, eject any bodily fluids when Killian turned her. Victories, she was flush with them.
“I’m so bad at cooking.”
“Hey,” she breathed, and Ruby groaned so loudly it likely did damage to the ozone layer.
Frozen to the spot, she tried very hard to regulate her breathing and fix her pulse, and neither thing worked. And then. Something clicked — almost audibly in her brain, and her soul and her heart’s potential for explosion was suddenly something she had to worry about.
Killian’s lips twitched. “You got a second?”
“Please don’t look at me like that,” Killian murmured. She barely heard him. Not when there were fingers tracing up her side and lingering on the small of her back, and Emma’s head moved her head as slowly as she could.
If she moved any faster, she’d either fall over or wake up from this very lucid dream and neither of those things were all that positive.
“Cooking, it’s—I love you a lot, but you are absolutely atrocious at it.”
“You’ve got to stop cooking, love.”
The world stopped. Paused, at least. Gave Emma’s muddled mind a second to catch up, and she’d need several more seconds, but she also wasn’t quite that greedy and Killian’s smile widened. As soon as her fingers curled into his shirt.
He didn’t move his hands.
“I—” she stammered. “I am...but we don’t match!”
“What is happening right now?” Emma breathed, only cautiously optimistic she wanted the answer.
A chorus of angry jeers rained down on them — Will using Robin to keep himself upright while he flipped Killian off with both hands. “Pining piner who pines like a goddamn idiot.”
“Well, I’m fairly in love with you. To an almost ridiculous degree.”
“I do appreciate the cooking effort though,” he added. “But it’s a very old profile, made almost entirely by Scarlet in—”
“I honestly forgot it existed,” Killian continued, “I’ve never used it, really. Just knew that Scarlet had made the thing, and then I ignored the messages and—”
As it was, her fingers were already tight enough that Emma very easily pulled herself up and the hand at her waist helped keep her balanced and they were very good at this. Kissing, specifically. Heads tilted automatically to an angle that made it all too easy for Emma to open her mouth, and Killian’s tongue was even more distracting when it was brushing hers, and someone was groaning, but that might have been her, or possibly him and his hair was soft. Between her fingers.
“Not as many as you did.”
Breathing was suddenly a secondary concern, and Emma’s lungs had already proved they were basically made of steel, or at least impervious to the flames currently exploding between her ribs and none of that was biologically accurate.
She never did find out where her pancreas was.
And she was so busy dealing with the way the solar system appeared to be reordering itself around the pair of them, that Emma didn’t notice the countdown or the metallic crown tossed at her feet. Only that there were eventually cheers and Ryan Seacrest’s face plastered across the TV on the other side of the room, and one of Killian’s hands had worked underneath her shirt.
The sparkly one that had made his eyes noticeably widen several hours earlier.
“How did you figure it out?”
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If you are still taking OTP questions: 💟🎵 please?
Sorry this is late, anon!
💟 What do you think makes them perfect for one another?
Oh, soooo much. It's hard to narrow it down, but I will say I think Anna's fearless nature and her huge wealth of love for others makes HER perfect for PITCH. He craves understanding and sympathy, and will never have it as long as people are either afraid of him or repulsed by his nature. Anna would not be afraid of him (not in the long run anyway) and she's not above loving people who seem to be unlovable.
For Anna, she needs to know she's not alone in the world. Elsa ignoring her cut deeply but I think her parents' sudden death really shook Anna hard, and left her emotionally scarred. (I seriously side-eye people who judge her for Hans, instead of blaming the manipulator for exploiting an emotionally traumatized girl's feelings and need for love.) She feels she has no support system. Pitch, for his part, would SEE her. He would understand her almost from the get-go. His gift of knowing fears would help understand what Anna needs, but more than that, he's highly observant and would notice the things about her that nobody else does- that obviously, this girl craves affection and loyalty. And as much as Pitch would hate to admit it, he has a lot of intense emotions himself. He clearly feels passionately about some things, and feels betrayed when the olive branch he extends to Jack is dashed to pieces. Anna never gives up on anyone, and that would touch Pitch, and make him realize she deserves the same.
🎵 What's a song (or songs) that remind you of your OTP?
Dude. I've been working on multiple playlists for them for years. I LOVE songs for Pitchanna. 💗
Anna- "American Girl" by Tom Petty, "Soft to be Strong" by Marina, "Beautiful Ghosts" from Cats, "There She Goes" by Sixpence None the Richer, "Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles, "Perfect Day" by Hoku.
Pitch- I don't have a defining song for him, but I associate him with "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult (the song is just about not being afraid of death but I see it as Anna letting go of any fear she has of him, and accepting his force of nature as her lover), "Animal I Have Become by Three Days' Grace, "Monster" and "Demons" by Of Monsters and Men, "Paint It Black" by the Rolling Stones, Danse Macabre (like it's Pitch seducing Anna with music and dance).
Pitchanna- many Of Monsters and Men songs suit them, several Lana del Rey songs like "Paradise" and her "Once Upon a Dream" and "You Must Love Me" covers, also "My Beloved Monster" by the Eels, "Love Like You" by Rebecca Sugar (especially the verses "...I think you're so good and I'm nothing like you" for Pitch and "...I wish that I knew what makes you think I'm so special" for Anna), "Beautiful Stranger" by Madonna, "Skyfall" by Adele (this is pretty much their theme song for my Superhero AU, "Celestial Bodies"), "Superstar" by Beach House (for tragic Pitchanna), "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" by Deathcab for Cutie, and Helen's Theme from "Candyman".
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