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starry-skies-116 · 9 months

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Personality Facts +More- Samuel Lee Witwicky (AU):

Introverted Pisces INFJ, what more can I say?

Autism, hyperphantasia, alexithymia.

The type of person to drink tea in the morning, also the type of person to prefer picnics on a spring day when the weather hits JUST right-

Also, Samuel’s def the type of person to love white chocolate sm. It’s one of his safe foods. One of his other preferred safe foods are those sour lychee candies/gummies. He actually has a whole list, in fact: among them include mac n cheese, specific sandwiches he buys from the deli, cake, fried rice, mooncakes, pancakes, bread with sprinkles and butter, REALLY well-made hot chocolate, home-cooked hotpot, potstickers, ramen, boba, california rolls, etc. Basically anything that’s warm and comforting.

He does like to eat ice cream, though- but every time he, Mikaela and Heidi go to get some he literally orders the same flavor and toppings every time (god me too).

Stomps on crunchy leaves in autumn when he thinks nobody’s looking 😗

Has way too many house plants that his mother always lets die. He never figures out why they always seemingly revive and regain their vitality near his presence until later events.

Has two or three plushies, one of which he sleeps with (and then there’s Heidi with a whole ass army of them-)

Loves to stargaze at the night sky, daydreaming about the life beyond there and fantasizing/planning obsessively over how his interactions with them will go if he were the one to make first contact (don’t tell him any spoilers now shhshshshhssh-)

Uses lots of emoticons when texting, especially ones like ‘:)’ ‘:3’ ‘:D’ ‘:(‘ and ‘<3’

Perceived as a cat person because of how mellow, non-confrontational and demure he acts, actually loves all animals (drawn to dogs to put some energy in his life because mans fr mimics behaviors similar to a cat sometimes sssshhhhh ♥️)

Typos/spelling errors frustrate him immensely, though he does his best not to show it (it doesn’t work lmao)

Mikaela and Heidi are his next-door neighbors, as well as his friends since childhood: they met when they were all five. Their friendship began to develop slowly due to many other factors in their life, but as they grew older they began to have the opportunities to spend more time together. The events of them crossing their own fates with that of the Autobots only served to make them further inseparable and strengthen their bonds.

They literally evolve from average supportive friendship still blooming awkwardly to ‘THIS IS MY BEST BITCH. WE ARE ONE UNIT. WE RIDE OR DIE.'

Sam primarily holds the role of the ‘default brain cell holder’ in the group. In other words, he holds the brain cell that they all share.

He’s also the shortest in the friend group, even though he’s average height and the height difference is in literal centimeters to the point where it’s barely noticeable (he’s 5’3/160 cm, Mikaela is 5’6/167 cm, and Heidi is 5’4/162.6 cm)

Elusive, enigmatic, secretive and reserved. Has all the traits of a leader and is decisive, despite being rather cautious and always opting for a peaceful solution. Strives to be kinder and wiser every day, so he can finally understand and truly connect with others. Prefers to keep things to himself- always shrewd and observant around people. Exceptionally prodigious beyond his years, master strategist, scientist and leader. He’s used to learning from his mistakes and making the best of bad situations, so he often denies any kind of pain he’s in no matter how severe it is.

That, or he literally does not recognize his pain at all. It takes him at least three to five business days at minimum for him to figure out his feelings and needs if those said sensations prolong for an extended period of time. If intense emotions flare up and then vanish just a moment after, it’ll fly right underneath his identification radar.

He’s sometimes prone to dissociative episodes to escape situations that remind him of trauma. Even with the AllSpark’s/Primus’s memories, anything that remotely triggers the traumatic parts of them causes him to slip into either a meltdown or a dissociative episode because of the emotions he feels and associates with them. Even when the memories are not Samuel’s… they still mean so much to him for no reason at all.

He spent his elementary and middle school years being homeschooled, and then the first time he’s ever been enrolled in public school was his Freshman Year.

His most exceptional traits are his curiosity, his compassion, and the sheer amount of effort he puts into trying to understand and communicate with others purely out of his kindness and care for people.

Samuel is very patient- however, that patience is born out of passivity. His lack of experience in social situations with those other than his friends, as well as a period in that time of bullying and ostracization, made him afraid to stick up for himself and to state his boundaries. When he came out to his parents and asked to transition on his thirteenth birthday, he was genuinely so scared that he was about to pass out.

As a result of his lack of socializing, he has a somewhat poor grasp of social interaction. His limited emotional expression and composed, impartial demeanor comes off as a bit eccentric and distant. Due to this, he admits to needing to study human emotions and ‘regular’ human interaction more. (autistic mood)

Sam loves to make either mental or physical note of things in his head that he deems of interest. Often, surprisingly they are odd but useful details that he somehow finds a way to utilize to his advantage.

Detests conflict, and always tries to negotiate and help people via kindness and not throwing hands. Despite the love he has and gives, he doesn’t really believe that he can ever protect anyone- not in a way that makes a difference. At the end of the day, all he wants is for people to get along.

Very observant of his surroundings- too observant. He jokingly refers to it as ‘gathering intelligence’, which isn’t too far off. Sensory issues essentially force him to pay attention to each and every little detail- but Samuel always insists that it’s fine, because ‘he’s used to it’ (shit explanation my guy-)

His favorite color changes from week to week- oftentimes it’s a whole color palette instead of just one color.

His camera roll isn’t really what you’d expect from someone as quiet and reserved as him: it’s full of cursed images, memes, stimboards, selfies of important moments with his friends, pictures of school notes and his workplace environment, and pictures of his dog.

He comes from a relatively wealthy family, but from the part-time jobs that he takes, he saves up money to buy more books, as well as anything that captivates him/immediately takes his interest hostage upon first glance (like I’m not kidding, it’s legit on-sight)

Whenever he’s captivated or genuinely, truly interested or enamored with something, he reacts like a cat in response to seeing shiny things. His eyes widen and get brighter, and his pupils dilate. He does barely noticeable stims (such as fiddling with his bracelet or jade pendant), and he leans closer, shuffling his feet to approach closer and closer without even realizing it.

He loves finding interesting rocks/geodes on occasion, and secretly making DIY-at-home jewelry at his part-time mechanic job with them and the equipment at his workbench. To get away with it, he arrives early, before his shift begins. He then shares the product with those he makes (whenever he isn’t burnt out): it’s his love language, finding cool rocks and making them into ‘socially acceptable’ gifts because he fears rejection sm 💔

Literally a sci-fi nerd. Gushes over shit like Star Wars and Star Trek and all that: has written novels and drawn fan art before, and basically died inside when Mikaela and Heidi discovered his stash in the closet when he was ten (bullied for his interests because other people can be assholes sometimes). He thought they both would leave him and never want to associate with him again, turns out they spent the next hour squealing over their blorbos, writing up headcanons/theories, and finding makeshift tools to cosplay characters.

Can’t relax his mind to save his life, honestly. There’s always a bottomless pit in his mind of ‘you are not doing enough, do enough so you can relax’ but it’s never enough. Whenever he’s restless, he fiddles with his clay bead bracelet or his jade pendant so that he doesn’t let his mind wander or race to places he doesn’t want it to go.

Low self-esteem, beats himself up for every mishap and mistake- (RSD guys, it sucks major ass-). Still has the occasional intrusive thought that nobody actually loves him, they just tolerate/ ‘put up with’ him, due to his childhood of being somewhat sheltered and socially ostracized by literally every kid except for his only two friends.

Even when he deadass has not only two friends, but a federal agent, the lead researcher of N.E.S.T, and a WHOLE GIANT FCKIN ROBOT ALIEN ARMY ready to straight commit WAR-CRIMES FRESH FROM THE OVEN FOR HIM at a MOMENT’S notice-

Dances as a hobby, loves to sketch scenery. He visits the city’s theater every other Saturday to greet and play with the kids living around that area who also come to visit. Community and connection is important to him, since he was deprived of several life experiences in his childhood.

As smart as he is, he desires nothing more than to learn with hands-on experience. He’s spent the entirety of his sheltered upbringing learning from books.

Literal GOD in the kitchen. He spent his entire childhood being somewhat sheltered, so he’s developed quite the pantheon of hobbies that he revolves his day around in his pastime. Baking sweets for others particularly makes him happy.

Living in symbiosis with the AllSpark embedded in your literal heart is… an experience, to say the least. Nevertheless, he finds a way to navigate the experience with the help of his family and friends.

Has a brotherly relationship with Bumblebee and it’s seriously one of the most wholesome things ever. Like seriously, when he called Bumblebee “gēge” on accident (“older/big brother” in Chinese), Bro just… had to physically resist the urge to straight up curl into a fetal position on the floor and cry pure joy. Mans was straight grinning from pure elation from one side of his visor to the other once he used his translators and realized what it meant-

Literally, Autobots like Ratchet and Optimus and Ironhide, etc etc… they will literally take ONE look at this guy watching the beat of a butterfly’s wings or something and immediately go: “mmmm yes he is very much son-shaped”

He can’t really read tone or social cues, ESPECIALLY when it comes to being directed at him. Whenever Jazz is being sarcastic or makes jokes that he can’t recognize the tone of, Samuel becomes so genuinely confused. And speaking of that, one of his habits when he’s confused and/or straining his mind to try and understand something, is to tilt his head and cross his arms with a finger raised to his lips to tap against it. Once again, it’s one of his stims that pops up when he’s trying really hard to discern an answer, or a proper way to navigate an unfamiliar situation with little clues.

#transformers #transformers au #transformers reboot au #concept stuff #au facts #sam witwicky #samuel lee witwicky #he is an icon #we stan

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ampleappleamble · 3 years

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⌛, 👽, and 🧦 for Axa

Alternate universe: After Forgotten Sanctum came out, I had to wonder what Axa might be like if she'd multiclassed Chanter/Wizard after PoE1 instead of Chanter/Paladin! So I played through Deadfire as Axa the Loremaster once. Ultimately she wasn't too different from OG Herald Axa, but this time instead of joining a paladin order and focusing her efforts on helping the kith around her, I had her turn inward and obsess about controlling her own destiny and throw herself into her arcane studies. So I played her a little more shrewd and calculating, a little less kind and gentle, but still a good-hearted, determined person. Kind of a counterpart to Leaden Key Aloth, now that I think of it! (She still romanced him, of course, but unlike Herald Axa, Loremaster Axa is also interested in Vatnir romantically, and is not very shy about inviting him to bed with her and Aloth 😘)

Beliefs: Growing up, Wael and Hylea were the main focus of worship in the Mala household. I've always suspected the Ixamitl Plains of venerating Wael the way the Dyrwood venerates Magran or Aedyr venerates Woedica: I figure a country like Ixamitl that values philosophy, literature, and education would naturally go for the god of mysteries and revelations, right? Axa's father was a man who charted the unknown in his maps, and he imparted his curiosity and perseverance to his children. Axa's mother was more inclined toward Skaen when she was young, having grown up a slave, but after escaping her captors she devoted herself to Hylea and Wael in the hopes that they would bless her with a large family and hide her from slave hunters and her former masters, respectively. Axa herself had a lukewarm appreciation for/fear of the gods, half-heartedly praying to and worshipping Wael, Hylea, Rymrgand, and Berath primarily, before The Big Reveal at the end of PoE1 knocked any more serious religious inclinations out of her. Afterwards, she tends to regard the gods more as problems to be solved than as sentient beings to be reasoned with. At worst, she rages against them with all her might, putting herself and her loved ones in danger; at best, she pities them for their inexorable natures.

Domestic: I'll say it plain: Axa is a slob. She isn't so bad that she'll just leave food or drink where she's spilled it, but the only reasons Brighthollow and later her cabins on her sailing vessels are as tidy as they are is because 1. she stopped her bad habit of hoarding trinkets after she and Vaargys split up, so she doesn't have very much stuff to clutter her rooms up with anymore, and 2. she has cleaning staff. She'll do things like drop her outerwear (coat, breastplate, shoes, etc.) on the floor immediately after crossing the threshold of her room instead of putting them away properly, or she'll take things to bed with her (books, musical instruments, puzzles, etc.) and simply toss them out of bed and roll over when she's ready to go to sleep. Poor Aloth finds himself picking up after her a lot, even before they become a couple, because boy o boy does she make his neat freak tendencies flare up!

#watcher axa #oc ask meme #thanks for ask! ♡♡♡#sssshhhhh don't talk about my secret axa/aloth/vatnir ot3 fantasies

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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What if Chris saw the photo of Branch and the gymnastics team.....

#chris asks #sssshhhhh #issa secret #or a wip #one or the other...

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siuilaruinofthegale · 3 years

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Saw Gomez and Morticia and it put me in mind of this.

It makes me genuinely sad that there are so many people who loathe their partners and spending time with them.

The Boy and I get along. We disagree, and we aren’t always perfectly in sync with each other, but there’s never a time I don’t want to lavish love and affection on him, and he says the same of me. We’ve been together almost five years now. It is not a first relationship for either of us.

Yet when I speak of my desire to pamper and love my partner, and raise them up, the almost unanimous reaction is a scoff and a, “Just wait till you’re married.” It grates on me at the same time it makes me sad.

#spoiler alert: we're already secretly married for financial benefits #no seriously it's legitimately a secret marriage #sssshhhhh #siuil stuff

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toboldlywrite · 6 years

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Which OC is your favourite and why?

Me? Picking favorites? Why I would never! Except I have and Dawn is my favorite (don’t tell the others). As for why…. I always love the badass warrior women types but I like it better when they don’t have to be cold and emotionless and upstaged by male characters who blatantly aren’t as good as them. And she’s a complex character– she doesn’t fit in either the hero or anti-hero categories but just sort of zigzags all over the line. And she motivates me and encourages me in a way that not even people irl can. If that isn’t too weird to say. I’ve been writing her for a while and become a better writer doing it.

Thanks for the ask, friend!

#questions from the void #oc stuff #Dawn inspo #sssshhhhh it's a secret #that everyone knows but whatever

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crazy-writes · 6 years

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Nobody ask why but I NEED some free to use music, in particular smooth jazz music, can someone hook me up?

#delete later #sssshhhhh it's a secret

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wonderlandleighleigh · 4 years

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The ride back to Coruscant is quiet, with Leia curled up in the copilot’s seat, and her father flying.

“Are you mad at me?” she asks quietly.

Anakin Skywalker does a double-take, looking surprised. “Wh- no. Of course not, Leia. Why would I be mad?”

“I got caught,” she explains.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Trust his and Padme’s daughter to worry that being kidnapped by an insane, former Sith would get her into trouble.

He puts the ship on autopilot and turns to her, scooping the six-year-old into his arms, his arms firm around her. “None of this is your fault, and I’m so happy you’re safe.”

Leia burrows in against his chest. “But I’m s’pposed to be Jedi.”

“No, you’re supposed to be a kid,” Anakin corrects her. “My kid.”

“Do you think Master Yoda will be mad?” she asks, looking up at him with big, worried brown eyes.

“No,” Anakin chuckles. “And if he is, I’ll dropkick him into space.”

“You can do that?” Leia asks as her eyes go from worried to surprised.

“No time like the present to find out,” Anakin jokes, kissing the top of her head. “When we get home, you’ll have a nice hot bath, and I’ll make you some soup, and I’m sure your mama will hug you until you can’t breathe.”

Leia giggles. “How’m I supposed to be a Jedi if I can’t breathe?”

“Ah, we’ll figure it out,” Anakin teases. “Maybe you’ll wear one of those masks like Master Plo.”

She giggles again.

“what happened to the bad man?” Leia asks after a moment of silence.

Anakin sighs. “Well...he lost a hand, and then we left.”

“You cut his hand off.”

“Maybe.”

“Are you mad because you got your hand cut off?”

“No.”

“Do you think he died?”

“No,” Anakin admits. “Maul is very hard to kill. I think he’s probably just angry his plan didn’t work.”

“What was his plan?”

“He was trying to lure Uncle Obi-Wan to his death.”

“Then why’d he take me and not Jinn?” Leia asks grumpily.

“Because you have a bond with Uncle Obi-Wan too,” Anakin grins a little. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“I like secrets,” she nods.

Anakin lowers his voice. “One day, when you’re older, Uncle Obi-Wan will take you as his Padawan,” he tells her conspiratorially. “But you can’t tell anyone that you know, because you’re not supposed to know.”

“Uncle Obi-Wan is gonna be my master??” Leia asks excitedly.

“It’s very likely,” Anakin grins. “But sssshhhhh.”

Leia nods and mimics zipping her lips.

“Key, please.”

She hands him the imaginary key she had used to lock her zipped lips, and he pretends to swallow it.

“Ah. Refreshing. Now! We’re almost home, but before we get back to the apartment...do you want an ice planet?”

Leia lights up. “Ice planet!”

“Ice planet it is.”

#fic #au #Leia Skywalker #Princess Leia #Anakin Skywalker

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sayuricorner · 3 years

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What other Overbolt characters would we see in the future?

Sssshhhhh spoilers! I can’t tell too much, all I can tell you is that overblot will be a big important thing in the future and it will involve Snow White and Milton Grimm! ;)

TAG LIST :( a reblog will get you a place in the tag list! ^^)

@virgil-is-a-cutie , @zebrabaker , @twistedwonderlxnd , @cowardlybravette , @iwilldietomorrowyees , @balsae , @shinypainterkid , @biscuitbirdpeach , @feuilleszuyu , @pale-lady-dreamer , @fanartreblogs , @kindestwalkingmentalbreakdown , @yue-caelum , @shuirosansshitposts , @sugarangel121 , @boddah-dreams , @icant-choosename-help , @lunartaravlar , @that-vixen , @houseoftitans , @epel-felmiers , @ur-secret-is-save-with-me , @myscalesofjustice , @palebyulsoo , @minnie-root , @friedpotatosowome , @fandom-and-fanficlover-a-lot2005 , @yuu-did-what , @cureemotion , @justagirlwithtwokatanas

#ever after high #twisted wonderland #ever after high au #crossover #overblot #snow white #milton grimm #spoilers #ask

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dingoat · 4 years

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Tagged by: @askshivanulegacy ! TY! Watch me actually respond before it gets lost to the depths of time and the infinite scroll that is tumblr ahahaha

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3 ships: So my OC ships are always the ones that I dig the most and will readily invest the bulk of my time into (and there’s no secrets about my loves there) but let’s have a look at some in OTHER MEDIA that I’m not responsible for creating hahaha. Though my best and favourite is one I’ll refrain from mentioning due to NOT WANTING TO SPOIL ANYTHING for someone so I’ll put that aside as well. It’s also not necessarily romantic ships that will get me; the friendship between Titus Pullo and Lucius Vorenus in ROME is one of my favourite things to watch and 100% why it’s one of my favourite shows.

I also absolutely adore the friendship between Bashir and O’Brien in Deep Space Nine and look I know, I know, I agree there’s some terrifically entertaining chemistry between Bashir and Garak, don’t get me wrong, but there is something about the grump being slowly worn down by Mr Eternal Optimism that hits all the right spots for me. I am ALWAYS stoked to see them on screen together!

And one truly for SHIPPING DEBATES now, I am also very fond of Crazy Ex Girlfriend and if you DON’T BELIEVE REBECCA AND GREG ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER YOU’RE WRONG sssshhhhh I will fight you

(Honourable mentions to Joel and Sheila in ‘Santa Clarita Diet’ hands down one of the most wholesome and delightful couples on TV, and literally every character dynamic in the entirety of M*A*S*H seriously that show is on point and so ahead of its time.)

Last song: I mean right now ‘Settle For Me’ is pretty firmly in my head but as far as listening goes, I think ‘Love’s Not A Game’ (....also, incidentally, from Crazy Ex) was the last thing to hit the playlist while driving home last night.

Last movie: 'The Silence’ just this morning hahahaha. I think I was expecting/hoping for something a little creepier and I have A LOT OF QUESTIONS about the natural history of the bat monsters. I also think it’s hilarious that apparently humanity saw these flocks of bat-winged, echolocating creatures fly out of a cave at night and thought; ‘you know what we’ll name these after? WASPS.’

Currently craving: I’m not actually sure right at this moment! Squishy ginger biscuits, maybe.

Currently reading: I am re-reading my all time favourite series, BOOK CLUB style, and about to launch into book 2- Royal Assassin, by Robin Hobb. There are things I CANNOT WAIT to rediscover eeheehee.

Last TV show: Rewatching Brooklyn 99 as a bit of comfort TV over meals. I do a lot of rewatching of ‘happy TV’, especially just as background noise.

Gonna taaaag.... @shahfla and @humanrevolt and @cinlat and @kunoichi-ume and @flytehwire and @greencrusader13 and @greyias and @storyknitter but usual disclaimer NO OBLIGATION and anyone is welcome to nab this and say I sent them >)

#tag game #tag meme #idk even how to tag this

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silverbackwolf14 · 5 years

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Qcard idea what if Q became human after he was already in a relationship with Picard?

I don't know if you wanted a story for this or not, but this is a great idea! I don't have time to write for this one and I felt guilty leaving it in the inbox. (Even though I have how many others) but I'll try to write a quick drabble.

Q sat in the brig, alone and defenseless. How dare Jean-luc treat him like this! They'd been together for how many weeks now? Didn't he love him? But no, when the Continuum had stripped him of his powers, Jean-luc had been nothing but cold and distant to him. Q was somewhat aware of some sort of crisis that was going on, but really, did Jean-luc need be so cruel to him? To go so far as to blame him for the emergency?

Q's eyes darted to the door as it opened, allowing Captain Picard inside.

"I assume you've come to apologize?" Q sneered.

Picard's eyes practically bled apologies. "Ensign, retract forcefield. He will stay in my quarters for the time being." His voice however, remained firm.

Q almost sprinted next to his secret lover. "Oh Jean-luc you won't believe it, I've had the most horrible experience. I-"

"That's enough Q." Picard glared.

Q quickly silenced himself and followed Picard to his quarters.

As soon as they were inside the Captain facade melted away, leaving only Jean-luc.

"Q, are you alright?" He asked softly, brushing his hand against the taller man's cheek.

"No." Q whispered, his voice trembling slightly. It really was amazing how quickly their emotions turned around one another.

"I'm sorry about what happened on the bridge, but I had to maintain some sort of formality my dear." Jean-luc now held the trembling man tightly.

Q tried to explain how hurt he was, but no words came out. Q began to panic as his throat closed up and liquid seeped from his eyes.

"Sssshhhhh love, it's alright. Try to take deep breaths now okay?" Picard's hands were now busy brushing away tears.

Q sucked down one breath after another, trying desperately to calm down.

A few minutes later Q had successfully calmed himself, and they sat together, holding one another tightly.

"I have to go Q." Picard told him. His Captain mask returning once more.

"No."

Picard sighed. "I do my love. You came at a rather bad time. I'll send Data to look after you. You might even be able to help us."

Q nodded slowly, knowing he was right. Q watched Picard as he left thinking to himself that if he got to spend his human life with Jean-luc, maybe being human wasn't so bad.

#star trek #star trek tng #tng #q star trek #qcard #q #picard #jean-luc picard #captain picard #writing #writing prompts #my writing

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stopforamoment · 5 years

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Margarita Challenge: Margarita Date Night

My complete masterlist is at the end of my bio.

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three) Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda (Parks) Lykel Word Count: 1,145 Rating: M for Language

Author’s Note and Drabble Summary—I was tagged by @bobasheebaby for the @blackcatkita margarita challenge. Rinda is taste testing margaritas and getting drunk off her ass. Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. Rinda with all of her quirks is all mine.

Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3 and @bobasheebaby for always being my sounding board! Thank you @silviasutton1989 @riseandshinelittleblossom @tornbetween2loves @sirbeepsalot @innerpostmentality @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat @begging-for-kamilah @teamtomsato for still being a part of the journey!

Margarita Date Night

“Come on. Just a tiny, tiny sip. Pleeeeaaaseee?????” She thrust the straw in Bastien’s face. “Here. Put it in your mouth. Just the tip. See how it tastes.” Rinda was drunk. Bastien took her to a Mexican restaurant for date night, and what started with Bastien encouraging his indecisive Tria order a few different flavors of margaritas eventually turned into a full-on bender. She somehow convinced the bartender to start mixing different flavored concoctions of margaritas, and now the people sitting next to them were dragged into the taste testing. Bastien shook his head and booped Rinda’s nose. “No, Tria. No banana margaritas. I’ll try the next one. I promise.” Suddenly it clicked with a very tipsy Rinda that her husband hated bananas. “Oh, Tiger. I am the shittiest wife for forgetting. I’m so sorry.” She took a big swig of the banana concoction. “Oh, you aren’t missing anything. This tastes like ass.” She turned to the person next to her. “This tastes like ass. Total ass. Wanna try it?” Bastien was snickering as the person took a sip, shuddered, and passed it on to the next person who wanted to see what tasted so bad. “Okay. Next one is . . . um . . . orange mango!” “Tria, I love you, but are you making this up or have you actually had this before?” She looked at Bastien with solemn eyes as she grabbed his shirt to pull him closer. “I can’t tell you. It’s a secret. Sssshhhhh! They’ll hear you!” She managed to put a finger up to her mouth to motion that they had to be quiet. Rinda suddenly started giggling uncontrollably. “Sssshhhh. I said to be quiet. We’re causing a ruckus.Quick. Act natural.” She leaned back and grabbed her drink, trying to take a sip from the straw. But the straw moved. Rinda looked like a cow chewing its cud as she moved her lips in a desperate attempt to grab the straw. Finally Bastien held the straw in place so Rinda could reach it . . . and accidentally shove it up her nose. “Ow. Please help.” Bastien took the drink from Rinda, held the straw, and gently guided it into her mouth. She took a greedy slurp and then gasped in pain. “Brain freeze. Brain freeze. Oh. Fuck. Ow. Brain freeze.” Now Bastien was applying pressure points to her temples to help the shooting pain go away. Then Rinda handed the glass to Bastien, who took a small sip directly from the glass. “Mmm. That one’s actually really good, Tria. What next?” He discretely pulled out the straw that had been in his wife’s nose before handing the drink to the person sitting next to him. However, he wasn’t discreet enough. “Tiger. He needs a straw. Bring that back. I’ll get you a straw.” Rinda reached over the bar to grab a straw that she could plop into the drink, but she missed the glass and the straw landed on the floor. “Wait. Five second rule. I’ve got this.” Bastien gently held Rinda in her seat. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Let’s wait for the bartender to get a straw and then I’ll pass the drink for you.” “Mmmm. Thank you, Tiger. You’re always my hero and so good about helping me. I love you.” “I love you too, Tria. Did you want to try anything else before we go?” “Hmmm. I don’t want another brain freeze. No more slushies. I want the next margarita on the rocks.” Bastien chuckled and kissed Rinda’s nose. “Well, four margaritas ago you asked the bartender to start blending them so you wouldn’t drink them so fast.” Rinda pursed her lips and gave Bastien’s words serious thought. She tried nodding her head, but it just flopped to the side as she pondered the situation. “That’s really smart, Tiger. If they’re slushies I’ll drink them slower. Okay. The next ones let’s switch to slushies. No more on the rocks.” “That’s an excellent idea, my dearest Tria.” “But I want warm ice so I don’t get brain freeze, please.” Rinda snorted. “Freeze please. That rhymes! Oh, and I want it to be blue, too. Blue too! Fuck, I’m funny. Yeah. Blue slushie next. Please use blue cure-a-cow so it’s pretty.” Before Bastien could translate her request for a blended margarita with blue curacao, Rinda leaned toward and rested her hand between Bastien’s legs as she tried to seductively bat her eyelashes. It actually looked like she was losing a contact and Bastien hoped she was too drunk to notice his jaw was starting to twitch. “Tiger, let’s go home and have sex.” Bastien quickly looked down at Rinda’s hand, trying to contain his laughter before he lifted it to his lips, gazing deeply into his wife’s glazed eyes as she tried to focus on him. “That sounds wonderful. Let me take care of the check, sweetheart.” Even though Bastien knew she would fall asleep on the ride home, he also realized Rinda would turn into a sad, crying drunk if he rejected her sloppy foreplay at the bar. They were waiting for the bartender to return with the credit card, and Bastien was trying to squirm away from Rinda’s wandering hands as she tried to unzip his pants. “Can we leave, Tiger? Please? I can’t wait to get you home and suck your huge cock.” It was perfect Rinda timing. The music had just stopped and there was silence as Rinda announced to the room in her loud, drunken voice what she would do to Bastien. Rinda’s eyes widened when she realized what happened. “Tiger, do you think they heard me talk about your huge cock?” Bastien quickly signed the credit card slip, leaving a very large tip for the bartender, and he helped Rinda to her feet. She slobbered her heartfelt goodbyes to the people she met that evening, promising that she’d invite them over for a margarita night. But just not tonight. Tonight she had other plans with her husband. Bastien mouthed an apology as he grabbed Rinda and hoisted her over his shoulder, laughing when Rinda yelled to the room “Let’s bounce bitches! I’m gonna get laid!!!!!!” People were giving Rinda fist bumps and high fives as she was carried away, and Bastien heard their cheers and whistles even after the door closed behind them. As Bastien predicted, Rinda fell asleep in the car. Her mouth was open and she was snoring loudly. When they got home Bastien carried her inside, helped her into the banana pajamas, and left a glass of water on the nightstand. Rinda was still snoring, so Bastien put in ear plugs before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her troll doll curls. But before he fell asleep, Bastien also needed to shift his arm so his dearest Tria wouldn’t drool on it anymore.

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