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emletish-fish · 3 years

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Worst Prisoner: Painted lady - Jee deleted scene.

Zuko had issues.

Jee had always known this, but now everyone seemed to think it was part of his job to solve those issues. There was the walking issue, the dressing himself issue, the randomly disappearing and giving his guards a merry game of hide and seek issue, the breaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night to make himself a snack issue, the brazenly making himself a snack in the middle of the morning issue, the being completely incapable of putting the spices back in the right spot issue.

Jee was already trying to think of bastard reasons for all the problems in the Fire Nation, he didn’t want to be responsible for solving all of Zuko’s issues too. He was paid well, but nowhere near enough to take on that mountain of dysfunction.

“He listens to you!” The head bearer had insisted when Jee asked why everyone kept coming to him.

“He really doesn’t,” Jee replied.

Yet despite this, the servants kept coming to him anyway. One of these servants was a smiling chef named Misao. She was close to his age, with a soft voice and a sweet laugh. She also made the best dumplings Jee had ever had. She lamented that the fact that the spices were always put back wrong after Zuko nightly snack escapades and it was taking her so much longer to produce her delicious treats. She had provided Jee with some, to ‘taste test’.

Jee was aware that this was a shameless food bribe.

He smelled the delicious bribery and considered his options.

It turned out Jee went cheap. A basket of dumplings and a smile were enough to motivate him.

“Why won’t you let the servants help you?” He asked Zuko later that day.

“It feels weird getting people to do things for me that I can do myself,” (where was this attitude on the ship?) “I can dress myself just fine, I don’t need four guys looming over me.”

“It would be faster if you let them help you.” Jee tried. The head wardrobe assistant had given Jee a lovely new dress shirt, ostensibly for all the bullshit functions that he may have to attend.

“No it’s not!” Zuko argued. “Once, I asked if they could help me with the cuffs and there was this huge scuffle over who got to do it, and two of them fell over each other. One of them twisted his ankle, and then they got so weird when I tried to apply a compression bandage and I ended up being three candle lengths late.”

Jee had heard about that. The servants seemed very perplexed that Prince Zuko was good to them for doing the least amount of work on offer in the palace. Ozai and the Princess tended to at least lightly toast people for the slightest error. Zuko never came close to even threatening them, and this made working for him the most popular position at the Palace. More than the wardrobe department were falling over themselves to do things for him, only to be thwarted by Zuko’s attitude.

“You need to let them do their jobs, or...” Jee began, but he wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence. He wasn’t sure what happened in Ozai’s Palace to servants who didn’t do their jobs, but he was going to assume it was something bad.

Zuko was instantly concerned. He’d obviously come to the same conclusion.

“Fine,” he gave a resigned sigh. “I’ll let them do the ceremonial outfits, and collars and sashes and stuff. Happy?” he said, backing down instantly the moment he thought someone was getting hurt over his behaviour. Interesting.

“Well, I was thinking the palaquin...”

“No, I’m not budging on the walking issue.”

“I’m not asking you to... but could I take it...with my leg and all?” Jee suggested, testing his theory.

“Oh, Jee. You should have said something earlier! I’d never have made you walk if I’d known!” Zuko snapped sounding cross, but looking like he felt guilty. “Of course you can.”

“I can't take it on my own. You’d have to sit with me.” (Firelord Ozai may have only listened to bastard reasons, but it turns out Prince Zuko responded best to the nicest reasons.)

“Fine!” (But he wasn’t happy about it)

“About the snack making, you know they are all highly trained chefs...”

“I like to make my own snacks. Why is it such a big deal?”

“I’m just saying, they can make it expertly and it hurts their feelings when you keep rejecting their food and making your own. (Inexpertly, according to Misao. She was horrified at the amount of sevenspice the prince used. Jee had told her it was hard to get outside the Caldera. It probably tasted like home to the prince. Misao made a soppy face, like Jee had just handed her an adorable, wounded turtle-duck. She promptly adjusted the amount of sevenspice she used when she cooked for Zuko.)

"When you cook for yourself it shames them most deeply. It is considered a grave insult and heaps dishonour upon them -"

Zuko shot him a look. Jee had been laying it on a little thick.

"Look, just taste this. You might like it. The dumpling chef made this for me - and they're pretty good” Jee offered out one of Misao’s treats.

“No, thank you.”

“Ah well, more for me.” Jee shrugged and took a bite out of one, moaning like it was the most orgasmic thing he had ever eaten.

“Stop that!” Zuko said and snatched the box away. He glanced down at it disdainfully, before smirking widely. “Wait, the dumpling chef made this especially for you?"

Jee nodded.

"Did you notice she’s arranged these into a heart for you?" he sounded very amused.

Jee felt extremely embarrassed. He was far too old to be teased about having a crush by some snot-nosed teenager. He snatched his box back. “If you don’t want any, I’ll take this back.”

“No, I want to try one now.” Zuko wouldn’t let it go. He tried one and his eyes widened. “This is really good. It tastes like it was made with love...”

Sweet hell, this was Prince Zuko trying to be subtle. Jee smoothed his shirt in a dignified manner and chose to ignore that last comment.

“She must really like you,” Zuko continued. “Sok - my friend said that girls put extra effort into their food when they like a guy. You should ask her out.”

"I'm not taking dating advice from you, your highness."

"Well, I'm just saying that she even cut the carrot garnishes into heart shapes and…"

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So there was this whole side bit where Jee got a lady friend, but I cut it for length. However, here is a snippet of it. It’s an unbeta -ed mess, but I still kinda like this scene.

#the worst prisoner #Emletish writes #worst prisoner deleted scenes #jee #zuko #love these two #jee is easily swayed by a food bribe #I mean #who isn't

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hajimesh · 3 years

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[ 𝘀𝗸𝘆𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 ] — sunrise

◌ ⁺ ˖˚ 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 [6:38]

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⥅ word c. 1.8k

⥅ warnings. fluff, iwa refuses to drink water >:( kinda a filler chapter tbh

“again?”

you grimaced when iwaizumi’s loud voice disrupted the peaceful morning. it was pretty early, streets empty and void of other souls besides the nature blooming around you, waking up to another spring morning.

but besides the white cat climbing down the roof and the trail of ants on the wall, it was just you and him.

shaking your head disapprovingly, you placed a finger on your lips before giggling, the handsome smile on his face causing your chest to expand and shrink at the same time.

“again.”

blowing him a kiss from your spot, you snickered as you watched his grin widen while he walked faster towards the building. good thing he seemed as eager as you were, it always felt like hours before he made it to the door.

as soon as he got inside, he came face to face with you and immediately went for your lips. both mouths meeting in a soft kiss as you stood at the door, iwaizumi still with his shoes on.

your surroundings seemed to blur around you, his scent invading your mind and his touch melting on your skin. the emotions stirring in you were so strong that almost had you in tears, it was becoming too much and yet you refused to part from his lips, knowing that it would only make room for the emptiness again.

a soft sigh escaped your lips, eyelashes fluttering as you slowly opened your eyes and gazed at him, his tender gaze already fixed on you.

“i smell food,” he murmured against your lips, pecking your nose afterwards, “waffles?”

humming, you buried your face in his chest, allowing his warmth to envelop you, “you probably haven’t had a decent meal in weeks.”

his hand rubbed circles on your back as he chuckled. you really didn’t want to let go of him, but the food was growing cold so, against your will, you squirmed away from his grasp and started dragging him by his hand.

the kitchen was just a few steps away, a small table sitting in the centre with a single plastic flower on it and two plates full of freshly cooked food. it had taken you a trip to the grocery store since there only seemed to be leftovers of fast food in the fridge, quite unusual of him and you were actually planning on asking him about it later.

“what do you think?”

you watched as his eyebrows raised slightly, olive irises shining with hues of amber thanks to the sunlight filtering through the window. those same eyes switched from the food to your face and your knees faltered, there was a glee in them that you hadn’t seen in a long time and it filled your soul with butterflies until they threatened to spill out of your mouth.

“i fucking love you, you know that. right?” he said after cupping your face in his hands, his gaze unwavering and refusing to look away from you.

the laugh that bubbled in your chest only made his grin widen, raw adoration and happiness emanating from the both of you. standing on your tippy-toes, you left a light peck on his jaw and then pushed him towards his seat.

“you’re gonna love me more once you try the food.”

“impossible.”

the stupid smile refused to leave your lips, cheeks hurting and muscles cramping. but, unluckily, that was iwaizumi’s effect on you, his mere presence was enough to make you smile like a fool.

he groaned after taking the first bite, “this,” he said after swallowing, pointing at the half-eaten waffle with his fork, “this tastes heavenly. i missed your cooking so much, baby.”

taking the compliment with a bashful smile, you chose to focus on your food and began to eat as well.

“i noticed you’re walking now, what happened to your car?” you said trying to start some small talk and at the same time, it was one of the many questions you had sitting at the back of your mind.

“i’m trying this new thing called being eco-friendly.”

a dramatic gasp left your throat, “you’re such a hypocrite! if you cared about that, you wouldn’t ask for straws at restaurants.”

“hey,” he pointed a finger at you, “that’s for the turtles, not the planet.”

“uhh? even worse?!”

the look of amusement that took over his features only enhanced his attractive looks, even if it was that early in the morning and after a night shift, he always managed to remind you what a handsome man he was. you huffed and pouted involuntarily, it truly wasn’t fair.

“relax, i use the metal straws you gave me,” he reached out across the table to pinch your cheek, “i’m not that evil.”

still with a slight pout on your lips, you stood up and went to the fridge in order to fill your drinks.

“could you pass me a redbull?” he called from behind you and you frowned.

“hajime, it’s seven in the morning.”

he hummed, “yeah, and i don’t want to fall asleep during my 9 am lecture.”

“then drink cold water,” you offered, closing the door of the fridge after fetching the jar of juice for you and filling his glass with water, “you’ll get an arrhythmia one of these days.”

you saw him sigh once he saw you return with no sight of a redbull in your hands, but you weren’t backing down. with a pointed look, you silently stood your ground until he seemed to give up.

“fine, no energy drinks.“

you nodded, relieved that he was listening to you. god, when did he become that stubborn?

he took a sip of his water, a tiny smirk stretching his lips around the rim of the glass as he stared at you, “i’ll buy a coffee on my way to class, then.”

“hajime!”

“what?!”

—

watching iwaizumi sleep had always comforted you. a dreamy sigh left your lips as you observed the way his dark eyelashes rested above his cheekbones, hiding those beautiful eyes you fell in love with just a few years ago.

it hadn’t been long since you woke up, the room dark and barely illuminated by the setting sun. the shadows of the trees danced all over the walls as they swayed thanks to the wind, a low whistle coming from the windows as the wind picked on its strength and clashed against the glass.

you thought it couldn’t get any more peaceful than that.

in a matter of minutes, the sky began to turn darker, which meant he had to wake up soon. moving closer to his side, you pecked his cheek, whispering a soft ‘hi’ once you felt his arm drape over your waist.

“hello, pretty girl,” he said in a hoarse voice, smirking lazily before he noticed the pendant hanging from your neck, “where did you find that?”

your hand automatically wrapped around it, smiling to yourself as you looked down to examine it, “oh! it was in your drawer. so weird because i thought i had it with me.”

“you must’ve left it.”

his tone was dry which made you look up from your chest, noticing the distant look in his eyes, which immediately confused you. he seemed fine just seconds ago?

“remember when you gave it to me?” you shuffled closer, wanting to keep at bay whatever thoughts he was having since it was clear they weren’t pleasant, “honestly, i still had my doubts. back then, i mean.”

you had been texting for a few weeks after meeting at the bar where he worked, and when he finally grew the courage to ask you out on a date, you instantly agreed.

he said he had prepared a picnic and he would take you to the lake near the campus, but when you arrived there was a yacht waiting for you. everything seemed out of a dream, the sky was clear and the weather was perfect, you remembered he wore a burgundy button-up that made his green eyes stand out, and when the sun began to set, its rays pierced through his irises and made pecks of gold glimmer in them. you had to take a pause to admire the beautiful sight in front of you.

iwaizumi behaved like a true gentleman throughout the entire date, refiling your drink and making sure you ate as he told you stories of his family and friends back in his home country. there was a notorious fondness in his tone, as well as the bittersweet smile that easily let you know that he missed them.

“how do you cope with it?” you asked after he admitted feeling homesick.

“there are days where i want to drop everything and go back just so i can taste my mom’s cooking again,” he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant and you could only imagine how he was feeling, “but i’ve met wonderful people here as well, and i don’t plan on leaving them behind any time soon.”

music blasted from the radio and when a slow song came on he quickly offered you his hand and asked you for a dance. at the time, you had no idea what the future had in store for you two, but you hoped that he would bring much more happiness into your life.

and when you saw him inch closer, stroking the side of your cheek while the sky turned into shades of orange and coral behind him, you could only close your eyes and allow him to kiss you.

iwaizumi hajime captured your heart in a matter of weeks, and a year later, on your first anniversary, a nervous hajime clasped a necklace at the back of your neck at the same lake and on the same yacht.

your entire body warmed when you caught him smiling at the heart-shaped pendant, noticing the way it rose whenever you took a breath.

“take a deep breath and you’ll feel my heart right against yours,” he had said.

and since then, you had been carrying a piece of him with you.

“doubts about what?”

“us,” you smiled and he mirrored it, “i never thought you’d like me back and i was always waiting for someone to tell me it was a bet or a dream.”

and it had truly felt like one. as silly as it sounded, it all seemed too perfect to be true which meant you were bound to have your doubts.

he caressed your cheek lovingly and you closed your eyes, “i know i’m a broke college student, but i’m not that broke.”

you quickly stood up to pick up a pillow and throw it at him, laughing as he scrunched up his face before he received the hit.

“asshole.”

iwaizumi laughed and watched you walk away once he removed the pillow from his head, “sweetheart.”

“we should go back again,” you said as you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him, the last rays of sun hitting your body and casting an ethereal glow around you, “our anniversary is close.”

“yeah, we should.”

#haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #iwaizumi hajime #totally out of schedule #but who cares

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clumsyclifford · 3 years

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hi! idk if you're still doing the prompts but if you are #47? whatever pairing you're vibing with atm 😊 -🦥

HELLO! first of all, the pairing bot gave me malum after it gave me cashton twice but i didn’t feel like doing this for cashton so i wrote it malum, hope that’s cool. ALSO. one day i am going to write a real proper epistolary fic, mark my words, but for now this is all i have to offer you. i know it’s rather different from like. a Normal fic. but i had fun writing it so :)

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Dear Calum,

My mum suggested I write you a letter because of the whole data thing in Brazil. I don’t know what that really means but apparently calling would be extremely expensive so I’m doing this now. Maybe it’s weird. Don’t really care. Deal with it.

So how is Brazil? I don’t know the time difference. Wait, I can look it up. Google says 13 hours. That means you’re a day behind me half the time. I’m in your future! It doesn’t look good for you, Cal. Future is pretty grim. If I were you I would stay in the past. Although by the time you get this it will be way in the future for both of us…oops. Oh well. I tried.

Anyway. What was I saying. Brazil? How is it? Hot, I bet. Probably playing loads of football. Luke and I have been playing FIFA but it’s so not the same. He sucks at it and he doesn’t even cheat because he’s boring I guess or has “morals” or whatever (his words not mine). I miss playing FIFA with you. Always beating Luke is not fun. Okay it’s a little fun. But I still miss you. As soon as you’re back you’re reclaiming the player 2 controller. Did I mention that I miss you? You probably get it.

What can I update you about here? There’s not a lot to say. Nothing has really happened. At least not in my life. Oh! I can tell you a secret but don’t tell Luke I told you because he will definitely kill me. Not that you have any way to reach Luke. Don’t go behind my back and write a letter to Luke telling him I told you this. Anyway: Luke fancies Ashton! I totally got him to admit it during one of the FIFA games I mentioned. It was almost cute if I’m honest. He turned really red and got all blushy and stammery. I am now wondering if I should meddle or not. On the one hand, Ashton must like him back, right? Have you seen the two of them? I don’t want to deal with intra-band sexual tension. Unless it’s ours. We’ve already claimed the “insufferable band boyfriends” role though, so do we really want this to happen? I don’t really know what I’m arguing anymore. I don’t think I’ll do anything for now. Will keep you updated in case anything dramatic happens. Then again I have no idea how long it’ll be before you receive this. Something very dramatic might happen while this is in the post. Let me ask my mum. Okay she says it could be two weeks. That’s fucking long. You might just have to come back and get the Luke/Ashton updates in real time.

Besides from that there isn’t much to report. Everything is the same. Except I’m a lot lonelier now. This is what you’ve done to me Calum. I’m returning to my natural introvert state. I need you here, Cal!! Otherwise I’ll just have to become a turtle and by the time you’re back it might be too late.

I’m joking by the way. I hope you’re having a good time at football camp. Making new friends and learning Brazilian(?) Portuguese and kicking everyone’s arse and showing them up. I’m sure you are. I just miss you lots. :( Counting down the days!

Sending you lots of kisses and cuddles through the post,

Mikey

Dear Michael,

I don’t care either! I think writing letters is cool. We’re like lovers at war. Except neither of us are going to die. Probably. (Some of these footballers are CRAZY good. You never know!)

Actually, Brazil is pretty nice. It’s winter so the days have actually been not too hot, thankfully. It’s exhausting enough playing as it is. If it got any hotter, I might actually pass out. Forever. They’d have to ship me home in a body bag. (Are those only for dead people? Maybe not a body bag.)

It’s been almost two weeks since you sent your letter (I assume you sent it soon after I left?) which means there’s a good chance this one won’t get to you until I do, but in case it does I’m going to write and post it anyway. I hope by now you’re getting on better with Luke. If I’ve said it once or a million times, you guys have a lot in common and I really think you could be best friends if you weren’t both such stubborn shitheads. Which I say in the nicest way possible!

Of course Luke fancies Ashton, he’s liked Ashton since…honestly I don’t know when. Months and months at least. And Ashton clearly likes him back. I’ve never seen two people less capable of hiding their feelings. I’m surprised you didn’t notice before. Please tell me you decided to meddle in the end. You’re right, we can’t handle more sexual tension in the band. Don’t worry, they can’t possibly be more insufferable than we are. We are the most annoying boyfriends on the planet. We’re writing each other letters. Basically, it’s best for everyone involved if they get over themselves. Suck it up and kiss already! My friend Gustavo agrees with me. Also he says hi. (Well he says “oi” but I translated for you. See, I can do stuff like that. Kinda cool, right?)

I miss you too, you know. Very much. This might sound weird, but I keep having dreams about you? Like…I’ll be dreaming about whatever (usually football these days) and then you’ll just be there. Clearly my subconscious also knows I miss you. You know Ashton says that when you dream about someone, it’s because they’re thinking about you, so I hope that’s true. It’s kind of a cute idea. I hope you’re thinking about me. I’m thinking about you. Obviously. A lot. A lot.

There is one thing I want to tell you, though. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this, and the more I think about it the crazier it feels, but also more right. So…I think I’m gonna do the band. Not football. This is cool and all, but everyone here is so scary good, and…I don’t know. Maybe this is stupid but I don’t like the idea of a future without you when I could have a future with you. Like with the band, I mean. And I know it’s not the most practical dream, but imagine how cool it would be if it actually worked out. You know I like a challenge. So, anyway…that’s kind of where I’m at now. I’m going to keep thinking about it for the last two weeks here, but I don’t think I’ll change my mind. Don’t tell anyone, please. I just wanted to tell you as soon as I knew. My parents are going to be soooo mad. Not excited to tell them, but this feels like the right decision.

Anyway…this got weirdly deep. Sorry. Here’s something super not-deep to make up for it: one of the football coaches here has a dog whose name in English is pasta! PASTA! (It might be apple. Apparently they’re the same word just spelled differently and the Brazilians here can clearly tell the difference. I cannot. But I think it’s way funnier if the dog’s name is pasta so I’m going with that. Not that apple is much better? Imagine seeing any dog at all and thinking, “You know what this dog’s name should be? A common food item.” LOL.)

This letter is so long and I’m running out of space on the page and I also really need to go to sleep! The boys are telling me to turn off the lights. I miss you so much. Football camp is fun, but I can’t wait to be back. Counting down the days!

Thank you for the cuddles and kisses I am sending them right back to you,

Cal

“Oh my God,” Michael mumbles into Calum’s shoulder, “you smell.”

Calum laughs, but he doesn’t loosen his grip on Michael. “Seriously? I haven’t seen you in a whole month and that’s the first thing you say?”

“Ugh, I missed you so much, but that’s boring to say, you already knew it,” Michael says, drawing back to kiss Calum for a second. Then he buries his face in Calum’s neck. “Seriously, I’m not joking, if you ever leave me alone for that long again, I will die.”

“You had Luke. And Ashton.”

Michael groans loudly and overdramatically. “Ashton is busy with family stuff all the time and don’t you dare compare yourself to Luke.”

“We’re going to talk about this,” Calum says. “You’re going to be friends with him if it kills me.”

“Then prepare to die,” Michael says. Calum laughs, pressing a kiss to the slope of Michael’s neck. “I tried, okay? I promise I did. I said in my letter we were playing FIFA! Did you get my letter? I didn’t know how to check if it ever actually arrived.”

“I got it,” Calum says, stomach lurching with nerves. Ignoring them for the moment, he squeezes Michael and then steps back to give him a full once-over. “I loved it. It made me laugh. God, I really missed you, you know?”

“Join the fucking club,” Michael says, smiling. He’s been smiling this whole time, Calum realises; he’s just good at sounding like he’s whining even when he’s smiling. That’s probably the most Michael thing Michael can do.

“Alright, boys,” Mali says from a ways away. “Come on. Let’s go. And seriously, Calum? You hug Michael but not me?”

Calum throws his arms around Mali, and Mali wraps him in a hug. “Missed you,” Calum says sweetly in her ear. “Thank you for coming to get me. And for bringing Michael.”

“You’re welcome,” Mali says drily. They separate and Mali just gives him a small smile. “And I missed you too, you punk. Come on, you both. Baggage claim awaits.”

Mali takes off and Calum lingers behind until he can throw an arm over Michael’s shoulder. Michael leans heavily into him. It’s been so long since the last time Calum had Michael in his arms, but it’s so immediately familiar that it almost knocks Calum off his feet.

“So…” Calum bites his lip. “Did you get my letter? I sent it just after yours arrived, but I don’t know if it got here before me.”

Michael shakes his head. “Nope, nothing.” Something in his voice tells Calum he’s making no mistake. He’d probably checked the mail every day, just to see. There’s a pang in Calum’s chest, all mixed up with the anxiety flitting out to his fingertips from inside his rib cage.

“Oh,” Calum says. “Well, there was something in there that I wanted to tell you, but I guess I’ll just tell you now. Um.” He drops his voice to a half-whisper, clears his throat. “I don’t want to tell Mali or anyone yet, but…I decided I’m not going to do football.”

Michael jerks. “What?”

“I want to be in the band,” Calum says quietly. His heart is racing, but at least it’s racing towards the finish line instead of away. This is the right decision. He’s…ninety-five percent sure. That’s enough to know. It has to be enough to know. “I just, you know, football is fun, but music is more fun. To me. And anyway, um.” He rubs the back of his neck. “If I have a choice between a career that has you in it or one that doesn’t, I choose you. Obviously.”

“You’re gonna be in the band?” Michael repeats lowly, looking over at Calum like he’s seeing something he’s never seen before. “Seriously? You’d give up football?”

Calum shrugs, nods. “Yeah. I know my parents are going to kill me, but I don’t care. This is what I want.”

Michael stares at him. “I love you,” he says, and then kisses Calum too fiercely to give Calum adequate time to process that.

By the time they break apart, he’s processed it. And as he inhales to catch his breath, licking his lips, he knows with one-hundred-percent certainty that this is the right choice.

“I love you too,” Calum says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Where Michael is concerned, it usually is.

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lalka-laski · 3 years

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Have you ever overflown a bathtub? Yep! As a kid trying to run a bath for my babydoll. My sister ran upstairs saying that the ceiling in the family room was leaking and that’s when my mom realized she heard water running the bathroom... OOPS

Why did you ignore the last person you ignored? I don’t think I really ignore people? If I’m upset with Glenn sometimes I get a little petty & short with him but I never outright ignore him.

What’s your favorite pizza place? Pizza is my passion so there’s really no pizza I WON’T eat.

What was the last stupid thing someone talked you into believing? The courier at work joked with me about something that would take too long to explain here

What’s at the top of your to do list in life? Write a book, have a family.

What’s a song that would describe your life at the moment? Ohhh good one! I always feel pressured to come up with a really good answer for questions like these. Aaaand now I’m frozen & forgetting every song I’ve ever heard.

Do you ever scream at inanimate objects? Oh all the time.

What was the last thing that you shared? Cheesecake last night. I only wanted a couple bites, so Glenn spoonfed them to me & it was strangely erotic? So now I guess that’s my new kink. (Also worth noting we were at a family-friendly birthday party so L O L )

What smell/s can you absolutely not stand? Wet peanut butter makes me PHYSICALLY ILL!!!!!

Do you ever eat leftover pizza cold? Listen, I eat pizza cold, room-temp, hot, anywhere in between. I’d eat pizza out of the fucking dumpster, I give no fucks.

Where are you the most ticklish? My back! Upper & lower

Would you put your life in danger to rescue someone? I mean, it’d depend who it was

When you’re wanting a midnight snack, what do you normally get? Cereal or popcorn are always my go-tos. But there are many nights where I just raid the fridge for whatever I can find.

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? What’s a cool turtle character lol? One of the ninja turtles maybe? Although that could get hectic

What color best represents you? Soft pink

Do you like marshmallows? Mhm

What is your favorite flavor of candy cane? Normal? Do you have any shoeboxes full of old photos/letters/other memorable stuff? Not shoeboxes but regular boxes, yes. Plenty of them

Are you in any way double jointed? My index fingers

Have you ever considered a career in music/acting? Not actually considered it but of course I’ve daydreamed about it.

When was the last time you felt seriously embarrassed? Meh, every day of my entire life maybe? Have you ever liked a song, looked up the lyrics to it, then hated it? No actually

Which is worse for you: being hot, or being cold? Being hot makes me VICIOUSLY MISERABLE.

Have you made someone happy today? I hope so

Do you generally watch a lot of television? Not at all. Glenn’s a TV fiend though, so the TV is always on. But it’s rare that I watch alongside him.

If your bedroom walls could talk, what would they most likely say? This bitch sleeps a LOT.

What’s your favorite Christmas song? Bob Segar’s version of Little Drummer Boy, or Christmas in Hollis by Run DMC.

Did you ever really believe in Santa Claus? Absolutely!

Do you like the band Relient K? I remember a few songs of theirs from my middle school days.

Have you ever seen a movie that was better than the book it was based on? Eh, that’s rare.

Do you like quesadillas? Love them

Did you like the show Invader Zim? I never got into it. It was on TV when I was a kid and then for some reason had a resurgence when I was a teenager as this cool, edgy show for emos. Times were weird.

Do you think tomorrow will be a good day? It’s Easter & I’m really looking forward to the food and family time!

Do you ever talk to yourself? Daily

Who’s butt did you last slap? Glenn’s

Do you think that chivalry is dead? I mean yeah, kinda. And that’s ok.

What’s the greatest/most influential song you’ve ever heard? Under Pressure by David Bowie. That was my AWAKENING.

What is true love to you? Glenn

Do you like chocolate milk? LOVE it

Have you ever bought yourself a present on Christmas? Sure have! And year-round too.

Have you ever been on a mechanical bull? No way. That would end very poorly.

Do you prefer to pull off band-aids slowly or quickly? Slowly.

Have you made a mistake in the past week? I mean, yeah? But nothing I’m fixating on.

What was the last weird thing you said to someone? Who knows. Half the stuff that comes out of my mouth is nonsense.

Have you ever met any bands/band members before? Yeah

Are you a camera whore? No way. I tend to duck & hide whenever someone pulls out a camera.

Have you ever purposely dropped someone’s toothbrush in a toilet? No ew

What kind of mood are you in right now? I’m feeling pretty good- peppy, even! I have a fun day & evening planned for when I get out of work today so I’m excited. And the weather is beautiful today!

What was the last thing someone told you that had you at a loss for words? I can’t recall

What’s something that always makes you smile, regardless of what’s going on? My babies

What was that last thing that you bought online? It’s been awhile since I’ve online shopped so I’m proud of myself that I can’t even remember the last thing I bought.

Do you enjoy riding around town looking at Christmas lights? I love it! And Glenn and I have made it our Christmas Eve tradition now. I can’t wait ‘till we do it with our kids :)

Is there someone that you’re mean to for no good reason? Absolutely not.

What was the last thing you got out of the freezer? A bottle of wine I was trying to rapid-chill.

Are you currently reading anything? Actually not at the exact moment. But I have two books coming in the mail from my BOTM subscription that I’m excited to dig into!

What’s a good book you’d recommend? Well, I just read Jessica Simpson’s memoir “Open Book” and found it surprisingly fascinating and heartwarming. I’d really recommend it to anyone who thinks she’s just a vapid, ditzy blonde. That girl has a heart of gold and I just want to give her a hug!

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stuff about Aggy

this is for that meme i rebloged a bit ago, i was asked to answer “all of them” for a character of my choice. this is gonna be kinda long.

What is your OC’s favorite color?

Dark purple :3

Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

No, he’s not very materialistic and hasn’t had much of a chance to collect anything anyway.

What kind of things is your OC allergic to?

As a Carlec he’s automatically incapable of eating plants or dairy without getting really, really sick if that counts.

What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

Basically pink pygamas and a cape, that’s just how Carlec dress.

What is your OC’s first memory?

A vague memory of some kid being annoying and him scratching their face way back when he was about 7 or 8.

What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

Favorite: their version of turtles, he thinks they’re cute and they like to eat his /least/ favorite animals.

Least favorite: it’s a tie between a type of fish that enjoys trying to eat kids that fall into rivers and a type of beetle that enjoys trying to eat dead, dying, and/or injured unconscious critters and people.

What element would your OC be?

Fire, i think. He can be destructive and horrifying, but also helpful and fun :D

What is your OC’s theme song?

Hmm… there are a lot of them XD

maybe i’ll post a list later.

Do you have a voiceclaim for your OC?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5m_W31hDeU

He’s jeremy.

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

Wrath. Definitely wrath.

What are your OC’s hobbies?

He likes to make dye, dance, and rip the legs off of beetles :3

How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

That depends, most of the time he’s /incredibly/ hot-headed, like murderer levels of hot-headed, but if he really, /really/ likes you he’s incredibly patient and understanding.

What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?

male. weird Carlec sexuality that most resembles a combo of bisexuality/pollyamory (i don’t know all the different sexualities and such, if there’s a name for that i’d be happy to hear it) but is basically the Carlec version of being straight. mountain/marsh Carlec :3

What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

He likes to eat beetles and large, winged insects. If you only count food he can eat safely, his least favorite food is turtle. They’re too cute to eat and he doesn’t like breaking their shells.

If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?

Probably a turtle, though an Alvean bird would also be pretty cool!

What does your OC smell like?

At the very beginning of the story: dried blood, mildew, and an odd acidic smell that builds up on Carlec when they’re unhealthy.

After a while of being outside and a nice change of clothes: dead leaves, dirt, and just a hint of blood.

How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?

Currently he doesn’t, he’s working to get his /freedom/ back, he isn’t getting paid. He wants to be a dye-maker like his mom once all of this is over, it’s been his goal since he was little. He /really/ doesn’t want anything to do with mining, he’s spent long enough trapped without sunlight and warmth, thank you very much. He also doesn’t want to be a hunter.

His current job is basically escorting an idiot and an old lady from point A to point B without them getting murdered, it’s fun when he gets to threaten people or fight wolves, but it’s mostly just walking around (at first.)

What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

Hmm. the Carlec have this idea where you basically have to /earn/ having a soul, and doing stuff that makes their deity upset with them starts to slowly destroy their soul. Murder is one of the things that makes her angry, and he keeps getting put in situations where he basically /has/ to kill people. He’s terrified that by the time he dies he’ll be so far gone that he’ll just disappear. It doesn’t help that he’s almost entirely sure that if he /doesn’t/ fade away he’ll end up as some kind of ghost.

He also has a fear of deep, fast water :3

What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?

Carlec music is nothing like any human music i’ve ever heard, so it’s a bit hard to pick out different styles and such. He likes happy music being sung by groups, which sounds a bit like if you crossed a choir, a barbershop quartet, a bunch of purring, mewling cats, and a bunch of little birds together and had them sing pop songs.

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

He’d be absolutely terrified. Our world is incredibly foreign to him and i seriously doubt people would have a very positive reaction to him. Plus, unless he ended up somewhere really warm and humid he’d likely get sick pretty quickly. He’d find some place to hide and then stay there, to scared to come out for anything but food.

What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

Well. he just got out of prison and now has to babysit an insensitive, ignorant Alvean and a grumpy old lady, he’s convinced that he’s missing a chunk of his soul, his dad died while he was away and he didn’t have a chance to say goodbye, he’s constantly anxious and lashes out at people violently when startled, he feels incredibly uncomfortable in the center of attention but also feels like he has to be the most intimidating, loud person in a room to feel safe… the list just goes on.

He really doesn’t like being interrupted or asked stupid questions.

What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

If the teacher was nice he’d be incredibly respectful and work very hard to do well. if they were a jerk (or he saw them as one) he’d be a rebellious little monster, seeming to do everything in his power to either get them fired or get himself kicked out of the class.

What is a random fact about your OC?

He wears his cape over his right shoulder to hide the lack of spines on his upper arm. He’s asymmetrical, something that isn’t too uncommon when Mountain and Marsh Carlec mix, but that’s still incredibly uncommon in the general population. He was teased for it as a kid and is still insecure about it.

What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

He tries to be optimistic, but a life of bad luck and being treated like garbage has kinda made that hard.

What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?

I was bored one day and ended up coming up with a scene of a token-evil teammate finding out their mom was super sick and trying to hide their panic and sadness from their team because their merciless, sadistic reputation needs to be upheld, dang it! And i wanted to draw it. I used a random generator to get the basic idea of what the Carlec look like (slender, delicate build..same height as the average human..reddish/grayish brown skin..muted black hair..very large ears..giraffe-like spots on arms and legs..large, brown/red eyes..colorful, modest clothing.) and made a ton of potential designs for him before eventually settling on one that’s very similar to how he looks now, just with smaller ears, more spots, slightly different hair, and a slightly different face shape. I never ended up drawing that scene, but i decided to keep him anyway. His personality started out as a manipulative, sadistic, just about irredeemable monster with the redeeming qualities of “he loves his parents” and “he /eventually/ cares about his teammates.”

Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

His mom. After the events that caused his issues she was the only person who really stuck with him. His village decided he was possessed and thus dangerous, his dad disapproved very vocally of his decision to become a maker instead of continuing his training as a hunter, and his best friend/fiancée eventually betrayed him. His mom never stopped supporting him and believing that he could get better.

Hmm. Aggy’s weird in that once he cares about you he /doesn’t stop caring/ no matter what you do, so i don’t know if his friend can be counted here? If so, then definitely her. She was one of two actually good things in his life, then she had him sent to a human prison for murdering a pair of assassins. That place was absolutely /horrible/ and it was probably the worst thing that could’ve been done for his mental health.

If she doesn’t count, then probably the first prisoner he ended up killing while in prison. That idiot trying to kill him is what set him firmly on the path towards what he is today, if that hadn’t happened the queen probably would have had him released years ago.

What kind of childhood did your character have?

A not very nice one. Way too much being treated like some kind of monster, too much of his parents arguing about him, too many former friends avoiding him, too many injuries, and nowhere near enough support, love and guidance.

What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

When he’s nervous he tends to swish his tail back and forth like an angry cat, and also often bites and chews on things when they’re available.

If those count, then i suppose so? I don’t know a whole lot about the subject.

Not at the moment, but he used to have a bit of one to this special drink the Carlec have at parties. It makes people more energetic and cheerful, then incredibly tired as soon as it wears off. The Carlec have a lot of parties, so most have at least a bit of an addiction to the stuff.

If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?

Hmm. he’d just have somebody else chose it if he could, but if he absolutely had to choose it’d be something along the lines of “i promise i won’t haunt you guys. Probably. I’ll have to think about it.”

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

No. he’s pretty much done with romance after what happened with his Ex. there’s a chance that someone could change his mind with enough time, but it’s gonna be difficult.

He’s not sure about having kids, but he doesn’t think there’s much chance of it anyway if he never gets married.

What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?

Most traumatic memory: his entire village turning on him and his best friend in the whole world not only not defending him, but making sure he gets punished even more harshly than he would’ve otherwise.

Favorite memory: this one’s more vague, it’s stuff that happened almost every day and kinda blurred together, but it was all equally amazing as far as he’s concerned. Waking up every morning, warm and safe in his comfortable, cozy home. Spending several hours making dye with his mother and laughing with her about how it had somehow gotten all over their hands and faces while his dad went out hunting. All the little things that he had to go without for so long.

If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

Freedom, of course.

Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why?

Hahahahahahahaha

Aggy’s got this thing, it happens sometimes to Carlec who’ve been through something traumatic, where he’s constantly on edge and automatically reacts to perceived threats with violence. It’s incredibly difficult to keep under control, and even when it is it often just builds up until they eventually snap and get even more violent than they would have otherwise. In serious cases the Carlec will seem more like a feral animal than a person, luckily Aggy doesn’t have it that bad but if things continue the way they have he’s gonna get there within a few years.

What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

He used to love helping with the music for parties, he’d play bells and sing.

How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

His imagination is a bit caught up with imagining horrible situations he could end up in, potential escape routes for every room he enters, and stupid nicknames for everyone he meets.

What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

To go home and be happy. That’s his main goal at all times, ‘make sure this goes well so i can go home’, ‘save [insert person here] so i can redeem myself so i can be happy’ etc.

He needs to hurt critters and fight people and kill things. He gets super anxious all the time, and that’s the one thing he’s found that helps him calm down.

He’s willing to do a whole lot of things. He won’t hurt anyone he cares about, and he’d prefer not to die, but other than that he’s pretty much gonna do anything to get what he wants.

What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?

Well.

He eats his food raw. He kills people. He torments small creatures. There’s a lot of stuff he does that most people wouldn’t.

What would your character do with a million dollars?

Use it to try to free one of his old prison-friends and then give him whatever’s left. Carlec don’t really use money.

What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?

He’s currently homeless and has no possessions other than the clothes on his back and a knife.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

Well, if he’s free to have a night out in the first place he’s probably home, so most likely some kind of party, his party outfit, and either his team or his parents. He doesn’t have many friends :D

What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?

Attack things. Make things hurt. Cause whatever pain he can in whatever made him angry. It makes him feel somewhat better.

Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from?

Not really, it’s hard to scratch a Carlec through their scales, and it takes a lot of damage for an injury to show through them after it’s healed. If he were human he’d have scars all over from fights, running through dense forest, falling in a river and nearly dying as a kid, etc.

What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?

Oh, that’s hard. Aggy loves to offend people, it’s one of his favorite hobbies.

How does your character react/ accept criticism?

That depends on both what’s being criticized and how the criticism is given. It could be anything from quickly accepting it and asking for advice to /literally/ killing you.

If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?

Well. almost literally /nothing/ on pineapple pizza is edible for him, so he’d react pretty badly. Whatever this ‘something bad’ is has to be pretty bad. He’d eat it, but would clearly hate every second of it and would get really, really sick afterwards.

Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

He would immediately believe it was real and quickly hide it in the safest place he can possibly find.

Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?

Not really, he could probably make little stick-figures, but that’s about it.

What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

Evr, Aggy’s mom, was very loving, supportive and comforting, she was his mentor and primary source of advice, help and positive social interaction.

Kven, his dad, started out the same. Unfortunately Aggy becoming ‘possessed,’ deciding to be a Maker despite clearly being a natural Hunter (that’s a huge deal to a lot of Carlec), and losing his cheerful, friendly attitude kinda messed up their relationship. He was usually either angry at him or ignoring him.

He doesn’t know Rili or Tin very well, they married his mom about two years after he was kicked out.

Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?

The closest thing to candy the Carlec have is this super sweet nectar that they make into drinks or soak meat in, and it’s literally made to give anybody/anything that drinks it a sugar rush. When Aggy drinks it he gets even more jumpy than usual, but also super giggly so it seems like he’s having fun?

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

He’d be horrified and depressed, this means that he won’t get his chance at redemption or see his family again. He’d do everything he could to both prevent/delay his death and get home as soon as possible, desperate to see Evr again and at least say goodbye.

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