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pineapple-frenzy · 11 months
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Dumb lil thing about them meeting up
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scrimblyscrorblo · 11 days
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He’s gotta be a swimmer in a different modern AU I’m telling you he’s an athletics prodigy. Meanwhile Tengen is worried for his hair TT the chlorine……
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comradekatara · 1 month
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modern au katara dresses like a really cool dyke so everyone assumes, based on her dating history, that she’s just one of those bi girls who serially dates men and has atrocious taste in general, but she’s not. she’s just a really cool straight girl who loves stomping around in her big ol spiky boots.
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Loaded into the save to find the babes like this and…I have questions guys 👀
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bloodbuzz-ohio · 1 year
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RILEY KEOUGH & SAM CLAFLIN Talking 'Daisy Jones & the Six' at 92NY on February 27, 2023.
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lunarifie · 3 months
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Genuine question, Is Tales from the Stinky Dragon a Canadian podcast?
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moononastring · 1 year
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Drawing Up the Plans - Eris x Iris [Modern AU]
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Prompt: Modern AU Eris x Iris "celebrate" Valentine's Day. Inspired by this post. I have no other excuses. Rated: SFW. Brought to you by: Taylor Swift's - I Think He Knows & Gorgeous Author's Note: Happy Heart Day! Here are my morons doing their thing in modern au format. I had fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it :)
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Iris watched him with a look of slight disdain on her face as her...whatever he was, sat across from her at their local ice cream shop. Eris was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, an ice cream cone in one hand and his eyes locked on his phone in the other.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as he nonchalantly bought the cone closer to his mouth and licked the creamy sweetness. 
She clenched her fingers around her spoon and scowled. 
It was just ice cream. He was only eating ice cream and yet — Iris clenched her thighs together and her scowl deepened when his traitorous tongue darted out again to take more.
It was obscene. Slightly erotic. But mostly it was obscene and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. 
Iris didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing it was doing something to her. They’d only been orbiting around each other for a few weeks, and she was barely tolerating their interactions. He was so obnoxious and yet despite her many attempts to avoid him, they kept running into each other. The two of them ended up in the same space too often for it to be anything but fate.
She blamed it on how small this town seemed to be. And the fact that he was a rich, attractive man with too much confidence. Iris had moved into town a few months ago and during her first week, stumbled into him at the local bar where he spilled his drink on her. He insisted it was an accident but that hadn’t stopped her from throwing her drink at his face in return.
Needless to say, they treaded very aggressively around each other.
“Is there something wrong, Iris?” he asked and Eris met her gaze with a slight smirk, finally putting his phone away. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“Everything about you is wrong.” she mumbled and her gaze dropped to her own cup of ice cream. Iris had opted for a cup rather than a cone; She didn’t exactly trust what would come out of his mouth if she licked an ice cream cone in front of him. 
She twirled the spoon in the sweetness as Eris chuckled then made the mistake of looking up to watch him as he once more, slowly, took another lick of his ice cream with a raised brow. 
“You seem to have quite a problem with me and yet, here you are.”
“You asked me to meet you here, asshole.” she snapped and the corner of his wicked mouth lifted.
“Wound up a little tight today, are we?” he asked and had the audacity to smile as his tongue slowly lapped more ice cream.
Her lips curled in disdain once more as he smirked his way through another lick and Iris closed her eyes with a deep sigh. “What the hell do you want, Eris?”
“Are you not enjoying our date?”
Iris’s eyes shot open and both brows went up. “Date?”
“Yes.”
“You think this is a date?” she asked flatly.
“You think this isn’t?”
“When the hell did you ask me out on a date?” she asked with an incredulous laugh. “When did you dream that I said yes?”
Eris had the nerve to chuckle once more. “I asked you out to share some ice cream. On Valentine’s Day. Here we are. Date.”
Iris squinted then her gaze flickered around the shop and it hit her how blind she’d been; it was decorated with red and pink hearts everywhere. She’d been so annoyed when she walked in to meet him that Iris hadn’t even noticed. How the hell had she missed that it was Valentine’s Day? 
True, she hadn’t really celebrated it in years. But it wasn’t her fault that most of the men she’d tried dating sucked. 
Besides, it was the day after Valentine’s Day that was worth celebrating. All her favorite chocolates were on sale. 
Finally rolling her eyes at his smirk, she said, “Every time I think you’ve reached your limit of audacity, you surprise me by outrageously exceeding it.”
He smiled once more then took a deliberately slow lick of his ice cream. “I like to keep you on your toes. I think you rather enjoy it.”
“I don’t enjoy anything about you.” she snapped, stabbing at what was left of her ice cream. “I don’t even like you.” 
He snorted. “Sure. You definitely want to fuck me though. I bet you’ll like me a lot more then.” he said smoothly. 
Iris’s brows shot up and she let out a huff of laughter in disbelief, her grip tightening around her spoon. “You are one cocky motherfucker. Especially when this is your idea of a Valentine’s Day date,” she huffed. “A date I definitely did not agree to.”
“Don’t worry, I absolutely want to fuck you too,” he said, raising his ice cream to toast her. “In fact, I insist.”
Iris willed her face not to flush, for her body not to betray her by reacting to his words. In the midst of all their unfortunate meets and bickering, had she thought about what it would be like to fuck him? Sure. Would she ever admit it? Definitely not.  
“You’re unbelievable,” she said with a shake of her head. “How has no one in this town choked the life out of you yet?”
“It’s because I’m pretty.” he said with a smirk. “And very, very rich.”
“And so humble.”
“Exactly,” he said with a wink then straightened. “In all seriousness, when are we going to make this official between us?”
Iris rolled her eyes. “What, exactly, is there to make official?”
“You and me, little gazelle,” Eris replied with a knowing look. “Let’s not pretend this dance is anything but foreplay. Say yes and I’ll show you exactly the kind of dates I take a woman on.”
“Ah yes, the recycled list of dates you’ve used on all the women you go through?” she said with a snort. “Pass.”
“The kind of dates I only plan for one type of woman,” he said and the corner of his mouth ticked up in a way that made her toes curl. “And I’ve only ever met one of you.”
Iris watched him in silence, taking a moment to think of an appropriate response. He really was unbelievable. Obnoxious. Uppity. An ass most of the time. But…she had to admit, there was something that drew them to each other. Like an invisible string dragging them down the same path. 
She’d resisted at every corner. And yet…gym? Eris had been there. Cafe? He had been there. The park while on her morning walks? He’d somehow been there. If it weren’t for the look of genuine surprise on his face every time, she’d think he’d been stalking her. 
But then they also ended up at the same social events. Town meetings. Fundraisers. Parties. They’d had a…moment at the last gathering that replayed in Iris’s mind for longer than she would’ve liked. She’d deny it to her last breath but Lucien and Elain had witnessed it and though Iris loved having them as friends, she knew they were way too excited about whatever this was between her and Eris to let it go.
Iris placed her spoon in her ice cream cup and then leaned back in her chair, watching him curiously. 
“Eris.”
“Yes?” 
“What do you want from me?”
He gave her a small smile she hadn’t seen on his face before, one that softened his features and it made her instantly look away. “I simply want us to spend time together.” 
“Why?”
Eris shrugged. “You feel it. You know why,” he said. “I want to see where it goes.”
Irid did feel it. As much as she would’ve liked to deny the chemistry between them, it was hard to pretend nothing was there when seeing him automatically made her pulse start racing. She hated it. But she also wanted to see where it’ll go.
She pursed her lips and waited a heartbeat before answering, “Fine. On two conditions.”
He took another obscene lick of his ice cream and waved a hand for her to continue. She tried not to squirm.
“One, physical contact will be limited to what I am comfortable with and sex is completely off the table.” Iris said firmly. “My body isn’t a prize you earn. We will simply see if we have a good time.”
“Agreed,” he said graciously. “My body, however, is absolutely available should you feel the need to explore it. I will humbly oblige.”
Iris rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time. “I’m not interested in going on dates with an egotistical ass who just wants to show off his money.” she said with a pointed look. “Don’t waste my time if you aren’t actually serious about this.”
“I am very serious.” he said and frowned. “You think I enjoy feeling this way about anyone?”
Iris felt her heart flutter at the look he gave her. If she wasn’t mistaken, his ears had gotten a little red. “And what way is that?”
Eris took a bite from his cone and squinted at her for a moment before answering. “When we’re on our date, I’ll tell you.”
She hummed her agreement and tried not to fidget in her seat at the movement of his mouth. “Either way. If you’re trying to impress me just so I don’t pour more drinks over your head, know that I don’t want flashy, I want real.” she said firmly. “You need to earn my trust.” 
Eris watched her silently for a heartbeat then the corner of his mouth ticked up. “Okay.”
“And we tell no one.”
“Embarrassed to be seen with me?”
“Of course.” she said with a snort and Eris had the nerve to laugh softly. “Besides, I like privacy. People in this town are always in each other’s business. I know way too much about people’s bedroom habits.”
“Nesta and Cassian?” he asked with a snicker.
“Yes. Holy shit, do they have stamina.” Iris muttered, causing Eris to grin.
“They aren’t the only ones with stamina like that.” he said, nearly purring and Iris shot him a murderous look.
“Don’t.”
He held up a hand in mock surrender. “And your second condition?” he said then took another lick of his ice cream.
And this time Iris had finally had enough. She leaned over and yanked his cone from his hands, dropping it into her bowl. “You aren’t allowed to eat ice cream in front of me ever again.” 
Eris blinked then burst out laughing. “Why?” he said incredulously. “I thought the choice of strawberry ice cream suited our date theme.”
“We’re not on a date,” she said flatly. “And the way you eat ice cream is obscene and you should be fined for public indecency.”
Iris watched him laugh again and hated how it made her pulse race faster. Eris lit up when he laughed. It made him more youthful, and at ease, versus the usual expression that made a person want to punch him in the face.
“Ah.” he finally said with a smirk that Iris didn’t trust one bit. “I see you caught on to my tactic.”
Iris narrowed her eyes, willing herself not to flush. “And what tactic is that?” she asked, already regretting the question as his expression.
“I wanted to make sure you knew that ice cream wasn’t the only thing I could eat obscenely,” Eris said, his voice dropping low and Iris felt her body heating. “I hope my display was to your liking.”
This motherfucker. Iris took a breath and closed her eyes, slowly counting to ten before opening her eyes again to find Eris still smirking obnoxiously at her from across the table. Had she been paying extra attention to the way he ate his stupid ice cream? Yes. Would she ever admit it? No. 
Jerking her chin towards her bowl of ruined dessert. “Do you want me to dump it on your head or do you want to do it yourself?”
“I’d rather you watched me eat it again.” 
“I’d rather you choked.”
Eris chuckled and the sound made goosebumps erupt on her flesh as he stood. She watched him wipe his hands with a napkin on the table and then adjust his dress shirt, his eyes never leaving her face. Tossing the napkin into her melting bowl of dessert, Eris placed a hand on the back of her chair, his other balanced on the table, and leaned in close. 
“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you weren’t devouring me with your eyes, sweetheart.” he whispered and Iris scowled with a flush. Eris paused for a breath as she turned her head to look at him and the two watched each other silently, the world suddenly silent around them.
She wondered if his heart was beating as wildly as hers. If he could see her pulse racing.
Almost as if in a trance, Eris couldn’t help but lean in to gently kiss her cheek, before meeting her gaze again. “I had fun on our date.” he murmured.
“Not a date.” she whispered but Eris only hummed.
“Agree to disagree,” he said with a slight smile. “I knew you’d be my Valentine the moment you poured that drink on me months ago.”
Her face heated. She would not think about what that meant. “I doubt you expected your Valentine to want to choke you out.”
“Oh, I absolutely would want my valentine to choke me out. You can choke me all you want on our next date.” Eris said and finally pulled back with a wink, sliding a small gift bag she hadn’t even noticed across the table to her. “This was bought prior to your conditions so our agreement still stands.”
Iris blinked and gazed up at him. “You…bought me a gift?”
“Of course. I’m not one to show up to a date empty-handed.” Eris said with a pointed look.
“It’s not a date.” she repeated but knew, this time, her refusal sounded weak enough that Eris chuckled.
“You look adorable when you’re in denial.” he cooed and couldn’t help his grin as Iris scowled up at him, running a finger down her cheek before stepping back. “I’ll pick you up at 6, Friday evening. Wear something that’ll rip my poor heart out, little valentine.” 
Iris sat in the silence that followed his smug exit, stunned at the turn of events and how fast her heart was beating. She wasn’t sure what exactly she had agreed to with Eris but felt dazed. Excited. Turned on. Slightly annoyed.
Most importantly, she needed to go shopping. 
Iris would not think about the kiss on her cheek. Or about his promises. She certainly would not think about his tongue and what that stupid mouth of his could do. 
She would only think about finding a dress that would give him the bluest of balls possible. 
Her eyes fell on the gift bag again and Iris slowly pulled it closer to peek in. A note sat atop the tissue paper, hiding whatever it was that he’d gotten her. Biting the inside of her cheek, Iris pulled out the note, trying not to think about her mixed emotions having Eris of all people getting her a Valentine’s Day gift. She opened it and read,
Happy Valentine’s Day, little gazelle. Use it and think of me. Know I could do it better.
But here’s my number so you can tell me all about how you like it. 
Iris flushed deeply and immediately eyed the bag again. “Oh god.” she whispered. Those words could mean anything but knowing Eris – knowing the way he thinks…He wouldn’t. Would he?
She could practically see his stupid face and stupid smirk in front of her and with a scowl, Iris reached for the bag again, slowly removing the gift tissue to peek beneath it at the gift. A small groan slipped from her mouth and she immediately covered it again. 
Of course, he would. 
Of course, Eris Vanserra would think a vibrator would be an appropriate gift for someone he had barely been on a date with. An expensive one at that. 
He was outrageous. Outrageous. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or freaked out that he was thinking about her pleasure. How many guys thought about a gift like this? How many guys were this fucken bold? 
Then again, every interaction with this man only proved him persistent. 
“I knew you’d be my Valentine the moment you poured that drink on me months ago.”
The words replayed in her mind and Iris pursed her lips, glancing down at the bag once more, amusement seeping through the disbelief. Eris hadn’t hesitated from the moment he met her and Iris had to admit, though his methods weren’t great — it, unfortunately, made him come off as very attractive. 
Groaning quietly to herself, Iris shoved the note back into the bag and then sighed, knowing whatever resistance she had been building against him would disappear as soon as she tested out this gift of his. The asshole knew exactly what he was doing. 
And Iris had to give credit where credit was due — she always did like a man with a plan.
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atsushis-fangs · 23 days
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Hamish, after the whole boar incident in chapter 12: your existence is so confusing. North: what do you mean? Hamish: your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.
@winterwrites23
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rotisseries · 4 months
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alright im giving in im finally asking. what in the everloving fuck is narines
HIIIII HELENA honestly I'm so glad you asked I think you'd love them but BASICALLYYYYY one of my mutuals, hella, @tbos-main, has this really cool original fantasy wip, the blood of serpents, which I am OBSESSED with so I do fandom post about it like any other media, and two of the characters are nate and rin. well. naithairan and herines technically but I'm on nickname basis with them. and I can explain tbos in more detail but since you asked about narines specifically, they are two characters who are very much on opposing sides of the central conflict and in a way that IS irreconcilable like. it has to be genuine all consuming hate it's bad. but they're also narrative foils and parallels and whatnot and outside of the main ideological difference in regards to the central conflict, they are very similar people in a very fucked up way, they're both martyr figures with a lot of religious themes, they both have had to learn the language of violence well, they both are willing to go to unfathomably low depths of morality and monstrousness in the pursuit of protecting the people they love, they're both incredibly calculating and callous, and so they have this INSANEEE dynamic that is very much "I see me in you I see everything I hate about myself in you I need to kill you because I need to be killed but yet I cannot kill you because that would be like taking a knife to myself and we recognize each other deeply and intimately in a very specific way no one else can and I HATEE you for it" and so like. they should fuck about that. obviously.
#and they are NOT CANON I SHOULD WARN. IT STARTED AS A JOKE BECAUSE THEY ARE SO INCOMPATIBLE AS A GENUINE SHIP#CANNOT BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS EACH OTHER.#but the GREATTT thing about their homoeroticism is that violence is like. chill to both of them#like they're both trying to hurt each other as much as possible they're trying to break each other#but neither of them is greatly affected by violence. so the way they choose to break each other instead#is that very occasionally in these homoerotic and non canon scenes#there will be a touch of gentleness. there's a scene where nate bites rin HARD and draws blood but he kisses first#and rin FREAKS out he's like “don't you DARE.”#and then the vivisection. where rin literally unironically gently talks nate through having a HAND DIGGING IN HIS GUTS🫶#many such cases#and that touch of gentleness is too much from the worst person on earth who you hate so much#and it's worse than violence to them it's worse than violence to experience that from each other#which is just. SO INTERESTING THEY ARE SO INTERESTINGGGG#I'm assuming you mostly asked this though cause of my tags on that post I rbed from you#so as for THAT#hella has a bit of saying she hates this ship so much and one time#she said basically “dark tbosmaucu is the only universe where narines absolutely couldn't happen thank god”#and then later at some point basically jokingly said it's cause they're medicated in that one#(medicated as in. nate self medicates. with hard drugs.)#and dark tbosmaucu btw is the acronym for “dark the blood of serpents modern au cinematic universe”#cinematic universe both because that's always a funny joke and because we do genuinely have like 6 or 7 versions of tbos modern aus#and the dark one is just basically modern au but you go really ham on the tragic backstory like aftg levels of what the actual fuck#which theoretically should bring the levels of trauma in the modern au the closest to how they exist in canon#and yet. hella shut down narines in that universe😔#anywayyyy. sorry I leave incomprehensible tags on your posts do you still think I'm hot😘#ask#miseria-fortes-virios#hi helena!
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bitter-rabbitholes · 5 months
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petty grievence, I wish people stopped portraying lizzy as a basic prep girl without ever engaging the complexities in how she present femininity. usually it's just "oh she's just default girl trait"
But we don't ever go into how lizzy herself doesn't believe she conforms to what she thinks is the ideal femininity, especially the strict margins of femininity in the victorian age or how that clashes with our concepts of femininity now.
she strives to become a perfect lady, modeled after her mother, a mature, well-mannered woman, but her wants and needs are always clashing. she doesn't wear high heel shoes for girls her age, envious of them, and instead wears flats to foil her fiancé's mature appearance. she used to consider herself flawed as a girl, for attending fencing lessons instead of dancing halls. she's terrified of appearing scary, like her mother, and disarms herself outwardly as possible.
and the facts are, lizzy's a natural hyper, bubbly girl (and girls being energetic is something to be punished) so even when she's trying to fufill the model of a lady, she's so enthusiastic that it often blows up in her face.
But yeah I guess she likes the color pink and bows... is that all worth investigating???
Like what is she into mainstream stuff? genuinely or does she just follow trends because she's afraid of standing out?
does she like extravagant lolita fashion, overdone with flowers and sparkles and bows? to find comfort in femininity when she has to sacrifice elsewhere? to hide her maturing body in childish accessories?
does she prefer to look like the older women in her life she's admired for so long instead of playing as a "girl" all the time? modest like her mother? mature like her aunt ann? perfect like rachel?
does she actually prefer to wear pants at times because she's gotten so used to it? is she more of a tomboy than what's she comfortable to admit? has lizzy ever presented as she likes?
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sportscarbingo · 14 days
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can you tell the nurse there’s no tp in the potty
whyyyy are you asking me this..............
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comradekatara · 5 months
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Hi! I’ve been working my way thru the modern au tag for a while and I’ve been wondering what haru’s place in the au is. All I’ve seen of him is something about a moped.
wait this is a great question. i actually have a draft of a comic ive never finished (many such cases) that involves him (set in the modern au). i may never actually finish it (because i have SO many drafts you don’t even know), but i will say this: katara dates aang briefly in middle school, it’s the realization of their childhood crushes on each other, they both get bored after the initial high of being together kinda quickly, and realize they’re better as friends; katara dates jet her freshman year of high school, she’s deeply infatuated with him because he’s really tall, has messy hair, and is a purported anarchist, but she quickly realizes that his politics are kinda wack actually, his soundcloud music is very cringe, and also he asked katara if it was true that her brother murdered that girl in their grade who just died??? (by which he meant yue) at which point she dumped him on the spot; haru is katara’s boyfriend in her later years of high school, and he’s very cool and chill and shows up to all her sports games (of which she has multiple a week), goes to protests with her, and gets along with all her friends, but his one flaw is that he’s kind of boring, and also at one point he tries to grow a mustache and it doesn’t look great, so sokka and zuko are always talking shit about him because they maintain that he isn’t good enough for katara. but he is though. he’s a good boyfriend and she likes him a lot and he shaves the mustache like a month later and even reads that book sokka and zuko were making fun of him for never having read (à la recherche du temps perdu). sure, he didn’t understand it, but at least he made an effort! unfortunately he moves across the country after graduation, but he and katara still keep in touch, and maybe one day (in katara’s secret hopes, at least) he’ll move back home and they’ll get back together.
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xamaxenta · 11 months
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Shoving all the sad thoughts back in the basement where they belogn thignking about demon househusband Ace and professor of medical science Marco and how Ace would show up in between classes to bring Marco his lunch bag and maybe sneak a quickie on his lecture hall desk
Likewise does the same for Sabo whos a warlock roped into being a hyperspecialised magical affairs lawyer but Sabo’s not subtle about his demon husband showing up for a quickie
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anewp0tat0 · 2 years
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im sure most of us know this but modern!Sebastian would be an absolute menace during any public outing.
in a tour of a museum/landmark, corrects the tour guide on the history.
at a zoo, sneaks into the tiger habitat cause he's slick and ciel has to decide whether to leave or get him out.
at the aquarium, is disappointed because sea lions are a lot more like sea dogs and makes it everyone's problem.
at the fair, wins every game and therefore makes some children cry. also does not allow anyone in the household to buy any of the food there.
at a picnic, yells at anyone's dog who gets too close.
eventually Sebastian has to just guilt trip Ciel into having more family trips because he really doesn't wanna go otherwise.
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chryzure · 11 days
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also. ummm it is interesting, because generally speaking, i don’t think gil would ever be a casual relationship type person??? so in gil’s mind, the whole “coworkers with benefits” thing he has with chrysi is actually “basically engaged, he just needs to buy the ring” in his mind. meanwhile chrysi’s like “i love this fwb thing, wow, what a good idea from yours truly, a girl who doesn’t know how to be with someone without giving them her entire heart on accident. surely nothing bad will happen when this guy challenges that assumption of mine and i will behave super calm and collected if and when he does.”
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tennessoui · 1 year
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I know this might be a weird question, and I have no idea if anyone else pictures written dialogue in their head like I do, but do anakin, obi-wan, cody, etc have the same accents in ur AU fics as they do in Star Wars canon??
Like all this time I’ve been imagining Obi-wan being British, anakin being American (hayden is Canadian but I have no clue how US accents work lol) and the Fett brothers being Kiwi, but then I get confused bcs HOW did they get those accents (IS CORUSCANT THE STAR WARS EQUIVALENT TO LONDON!?!?!? BCS ALOT OF JEDI HAVE ENGLISH ACCENTS BUT NOT ALL OF THEM AND UGH MY BRAIN HURTS AND 😩🫣😵🤕😭)
anyway I’ve forgotten my original point and I think I need to lie down 😟
lol this is a fair question actually
so whenever I’m doing a fic that’s not gffa but modern but I’m trying not to make it American heavy or ANTK (America need to know), I like using the planets from Star Wars as cities and/or countries because everyone who is reading a prequels Star Wars fic probably knows what Coruscant or Naboo is supposed to look like vaguely and I don’t have to describe what it’s supposed to look like (descriptions of places, my loathed nemesis)
AND when I do that, I always describe obi-wan’s accent as coruscanti, but in my head it’s definitely just the way he sounds in the movies which is British
and like in that one story where Obi-Wan is king of Stewjon (space Scotland), he’s supposed to maybe have a stewjoni accent which would be space Scottish accent but then I really just only read it in my mind as his normal British accent, even if they were fuckin. Wearing space kilts. It was too ingrained in me.
BUT THIS IS ALL TO SAY: their accents are what they are in the shows/movies, regardless of where they’re supposed to be from…..and if it makes sense (aka Cody and Rex and obi-wan are basically raised together in PBATMB but you bet your ass they sound different in my head)
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