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dawndelion-winery · 2 months

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Thanks for the Flowers

You send them a little prank thank you text with flowers they never sent

Ft: Alhaitham, Arlechinno, Childe, Scaramouche, Wriothesley

Alhaitham:

You thought it would be a funny prank to send him a stock image of flowers and a small thank you

"Glad you like them."

He smiles to himself, but then immediately deleted his message when he sees the attached image

That wasn't the bouquet he sent

His smile drops so fast because who exactly is sending you flowers apart from him?

"Throw those out, they aren't from me. Don't you like the one I sent more? I got your favourites, my love."

He gives the house a cursory scan the moment he steps in through the front door

It's only after you've given him his welcome home kiss and a hug that he starts looking for the bouquet for some trace of who the sender might be

At first he doesn't believe you when you say it's a prank because he wouldn't put it past you to just want to allay his worries

He'll come around though, and then he's annoyed

"That's childish and you know it, you can have my attention if you just ask for it."

Arlechinno:

This is her sign to publicly announce that you're with her because this sort of idiocy wouldn't be an issue if people knew you were spoken for

Initially chuckles to herself as she glares at the offending image

"Do you like them?"

Of course she's not telling you the weren't from her if you like them

The poor sucker who sent them to you deserves no credit anyway

If anything, they deserve her personal thanks for helping her gift you something!

Of course she needs to know their name and face to express her gratitude in person <33

In a totally genuine and non-threatening way (lie)

She ends up coming home late that day, having scared off any of your potential suitors just to be safe

"Had some unsavoury business come up, dearest, sorry to keep you waiting. Have you had dinner yet? No? Shall we dine together?"

She never brings it up though, so you sorta forget to ever tell her it was a joke

Childe:

At first he doesn't process that he didn't send you the flowers

It's not like he doesn't pay attention, but he has his subordinates send you so much stuff as he comes across it that it's really hard to keep track

For all he knows it might have been something he came across and spontaneously thought of you liking it

And your likes were pretty much needs to him

"Love you, my pookie <33"

And then he stows his phone away

Only to remember he hasn't gotten you any flowers that day

"My honey drumlet darling-kins, there doesn't happen to be a note attached to the flowers, is there?"

When you insist that no, there isn't, and you've checked thoroughly, he makes a mental note to look into anyone who's ever had a crush on you

For a friendly spar, of course!

He just needs to make sure his competition is even worth noting (they aren't)

He comes home, thoroughly disappointed that none of them could even hold their own against him - few even dared to try, scared shitless by the sudden appearance of a harbinger demanding they fight

Sweaty and tired, he's all over you, whining about his day and how everyone wants you and can't take a hint that you're so happy with him ("You are, aren't you? I'm your favourite.")

Of course you cave and tell him it was only a prank

He scowls at first, but then breaks out giggling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck

"It doesn't really matter because I think they're all scared of me anyway. Some of them took one look at me and blanched. Unlike you, of course; the sight of me excites you, doesn't it?"

Ah. There's your bastard ginger.

Scaramouche:

"Wrong number, I think you meant to text your side hoe."

Sends you the most unbothered replies

Is actually overthinking

He knows logically this is most likely a joke because he swears he has seen that bouquet somewhere on the internet when looking for flower arrangement inspiration

But what if it's just a really similar layout and someone actually did send it to you?

Horrible. He doesn't want to think about it

But of course he does anyway

Brings you flowers because he planned to sneakily replace the stranger's bouquet

Wriothesley:

"Honey, please tell me this is a joke."

Seething inside

Who in their right mind dared to covet you while you were happily dating him??

Don't even try evade his interrogation, he needs to know every detail

From the exact time the flowers were sent to the arrangement and paper quality

Don't mind him, it's just a small investigation he'll carry out in his free time

The sooner you come clean the better

Not that you'll go unpunished...but hey, confessing to your crimes must at least lighten the sentence, yeah?

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ponyosmom35 · 6 months

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don't ever talk to her like that again

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability chapter ten!

synopsis: Ghost forgets to come by and get his wound checked and the reader confronts him in front of 141, who make fun of him. he goes to her and catches a soldier yelling at her.

warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, cursing, angsty ghost

Liability masterlist:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

The next day was busy, she worked at least 16 hours, hopping between the soldiers, tending to their wounds. All of them were kind except for one. James was the young man whom she saved with Ghost the day prior. For whatever reason he seemed to dislike her. He made comments the entire day that had been slowly upsetting her. She tried not to think about it, and even asked to switch with another medic. She didn’t want him going around to others and telling them that she was an awful caretaker.

Things settled down around 5 pm, most of the soldiers were fast asleep. She sits dwon for the first time that day after 12 hours of work and runs her hand over her hair. Her legs were on fire, as was her neck and her back. Yet you could never tell just but looking at her. She looks down at her files and goes over them all. She updated the treatment they’d received that day. She picks up the last file, noticing that it was the partially filled-out page she had for Ghost. She was unable to find his file without knowing his name. She huffs as she remembers that she’d told him to come visit her today. She leaves the files on her desk and walks through the dining hall, she spots him sitting at a crowded table with 141 and many others. Deciding to take a break she grabs a plate and sits down next to Soap and across from Ghost.

“ankle biter! My god it's great to see you” Soap exclaims

“Good to see you too suds” she says pushing his shoulder, the table chuckles at her cute nickname for him.

“How you been today? Haven’t seen you take a break once” Price comments “Yeah its been busy, everyone seems to be settled now” she nods

“You’ve done such a great job here, Ghost briefed me last night. You’re a real asset kid, thanks for the hard work, hope you know its appreciated”

“Thank you, captain, that means a lot” she nods happily, as her cheeks turn pink

“Any of em giving you a hard time?” Gaz asks “sometimes we can be stubborn after gettin hurt”

“Just one, he’s fine though, doesn’t bother me”

“Who is it?” Ghost asks roughly, his intense gaze on her. Everyone turns to him in surprise, as he hasn’t said a word the whole time.

“Doesn’t matter, but I am curious why you haven’t stopped by today, I need to check your stitches” she says crossing her arms, eyebrows raised as she waits for his explanation. The boys exchange glances, smirks on their faces as they await his response.

“I’m good, don’t need anything else”

“You are on the brink of an infection, I need to clean it out again”

“It’s fine-”

“If I don’t see you in my office before lights out I’ll drag you in there myself” she warns, pointing her fork at him.

“Better not test her mate, I hear gingers are crazy” Soap murmurs

“Shut up Johnny” Ghost snaps

“You have three hours Ghost, don’t push me” she half-jokes “alright boys, I better get back to it, enjoy your dinner”

“You barely ate!” Price comments

“No time, I’ll grab something later” she smiles before leaving the table.

After she’s out of earshot the men erupt into laughter, slamming their hands on the table as they cackle. Ghost sits there with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed at Soap.

“she got your ass LT”

“I’ve never seen a bird talk to you that way, my god I love that woman” Gaz exclaims as he wipes his tears

“She’s got you good doesn’t she eh Ghost?” Price asks slamming his hand on Ghost’s back.

“What makes you say that?” he questions angrily, causing them to laugh loudly once more.

“You’re killing me LT, I can’t stand it” Soap says wiping the tears in his eyes

“Let me put it to you this way mate, I’ve never seen anyone speak to you like that and walk away unharmed. You didn’t even say a word! Never would’ve thought a bird would hold you by the balls like that, I’m glad to see it though” Gaz says sincerely, Ghost shakes his head and stands up holding his empty plate. Soap and Gaz continue to giggle and he glares at them intensely, both shut up and cover their mouths to hide their laughs.

“Fucking idiots” he comments

Ghost walks over to the food and makes a plate of food, he grabs a napkin and silverware before walking to the medical bay. He could hear a loud voice yelling and frowns. He walks closer to the source and sets the food down.

“You fucking bitch! You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, get me a new doctor!” a voice yells

“James, I know it hurts but I have to clean it out, you don’t want an infection trust me” he hears her voice explaining calmly. Ghost stays outside, knowing that she could handle herself. He knew she’d be upset if he came in and defended her. Though every part of him was itching to rip that kid’s throat out.

“No I don’t fucking trust you! You’d rather bounce on Ghost’s dick than actually do your job!” he yells

His eyes widen at that comment and he can’t control the rage that fills his body. Ghost storms into the room, his heavy footsteps causing them to turn and look at him.

“Ghost-” James starts, in the blink of an eye he’s standing above the wounded soldier gripping his collar and holding him up. His heart rate spikes on the machine and he ignores it.

“You fucking insignificant bastard, how dare you speak to a woman like that?!” he demands

“Ghost it’s fine-” she starts

“If I hear you speak to her like that ever again I will fucking kill you. Do you understand me? I don’t give a fuck if you’re in a hospital bed, only makes it easier” he threatens

“okay man!” James says with tears in his eyes

“This woman saved your life! You’d be rotting six feet under if it weren’t for her. Show her some goddamn respect!”

“I’m sorry!” he cries out

“You will be once I’m done with you” Ghost drops him on his back forcefully. She places a hand on his forearm, instantly catching his attention at the touch.

“Come on, lets clean you up” she says pulling him out of the room “someone will help you soon James, hang tight”

She leads Ghost into a spare room and closes the door behind her. He doesn’t say a word as he breathes heavily, his hands clenched as he tried to keep himself from going back and finishing the kid off.

“Can you take off your jacket?” she asks, her voice gentle. He looks up at her, her eyes were red and she was visibly exhausted. He does as told and unzips the thick fleece provided by the force. He reveals the tight black tee shirt he’d worn underneath and she inhales a sharp breath quietly as she stares at the way his muscles pop from the shirt. This was the second time she’d seen his bare arm, and she was still in shock. Fuck he was so sexy.

“besides what just happened, Have you been keeping yourself on light duty?” she asks, seemingly trying to move past the incident that just took place.

“Yes”

“Oh at least you followed one of my instructions” she comments sarcastically

“Are you okay?” he asks as she begins to slowly unwrap his wounds

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“James-”

“James is a dick but you could’ve really hurt him” she says disapprovingly.

“He can’t talk to you like that”

“Unfortunately that’s a part of the job Ghost, angry soldiers need someone to blame, often times the person in front of them trying to help”

“Still gives him no right” he grunts, she begins to clean out his wounds gently as she sighs. He says inherently apologizing for the way he treated her when she tried to help him months back.

“Then he would’ve blamed me for that too, made the rumors worse”

“If you want me to apoligize its not going to happen” he responds

“I don’t expect you to apoligize, I actually think it was really sweet what you did for me. Nobody’s ever defended me like that before” she muses

“Never?”

“No”

“You let me know if he opens his mouth again, I’ll make sure those are the last words that rat bastard ever speaks” he says, watching as her face lightens and she laughs. The sound is like music to his ears, the tense feeling in his stomach dissipating.

“I think you’ve scarred him straight”

“Fucker” he murmurs under his breath.

“I’m a big girl ghost, I can handle my own” she says

“I know you can, but I didn’t ask you to” he responds causing her to snort. “What would you have said to him?”

“I probably would’ve warned him not to threaten the person trying to help him, sound familiar?” she asks, he laughs and nods his head.

“very”

“Okay you’re all set” she says, fixing his sleeve “do you want anything for the pain?”

“No” he says, standing to his feet, his large stature once more towering over her.

He moves to the door and opens it, gesturing for her to walk in front of him. She smiles and walks into the common room, noticing a plate of food on the table. She frowns and walks over to it. “I wonder whose this is”

“I brought it for you” he comments, watching as she looks up at him in surprise “probably cold now”

“That was really sweet, thank you” she says taking a seat as she picks at it.

“Thank you for…” he trails off gesturing to his arm

“Anytime” she nods, watching as he turns to walk away, her eyes widen and she stands calling after him. Ghost turns, staring down at her in confusion.

“So I know you go by Ghost but I need your real name so I can update your file” she says, his body tenses and he glares down at her, she notices and shifts uncomfortably “Its protocol, legally I can’t keep using a blank form”

His mind races as he thinks of a way to get out of this situation. She seems to notice his distress and shakes her head.

“You know what, I’ll talk to Price and figure it out, no problem” she says, watching as he sighs in relief.

“Have a good night Ghost” she smiles before walking away.

Later that night she walks into her room, fresh out of the shower. She opens her door and notices it catching on something. She frowns and opens it all the way, noticing a file on the ground. She picks it up and opens it. At the top it read ‘Lieutenant Simon Riley’. Her heart swells as she nearly drops the file on the ground. A large smile spreads across her face as her cheeks turn pink. Simon, his name was Simon. He trusted her enough to reveal his name.

She spends an hour filling out his medical report, unable to keep the smile off of her face. As she finishes she sets the file on her bedside table and crawls under her covers. She lays on her back, staring up at the ceiling with a smile. Her heart racing at the thought of him. Simon Riley had her wrapped around his big ass fingers.

a/n: giggling and kicking my feet rn! I am losing my mind at this, ugh how sweet.

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sabyfangirl16 · 6 months

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Sleepy Kratts

Summary: Just a pair of Kratts who need to sleep urgently.

It was another day at the Tortuga. The team was doing its usual tasks while the brothers were out creature adventuring.

Still working, Aviva decided to stop and turned to call her friend, "Hey, Koki!"

The mechanic turned around. "What is it, Aviva?"

"How long have the bros been out there?" she asked.

Koki looked pensive for a moment. "Hmm, it's been hours." She looked at her curiously. "Why are you asking?"

The bright look on Aviva's face turned somewhat concerned. "Well... Didn't you notice anything strange about them during these last few days?"

Koki raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"You know..." She looked around for a bit, and spoke in a very hushed tone, enough to be heard by Koki though, "Remember when they said they were going to do a challenge?"

It didn't take long for Koki to catch up, as she nodded her head understandingly. "Oh, you mean the one where they wanna find out how many days they can go on creature adventuring without getting any rest or sleep?" she said as though it were a laughing matter.

Aviva looked at her very seriously. "I don't think they were joking."

Koki's expression shifted. "Oh come on, Aviva. You don't really think the bros would do something like that?"

Aviva bit her lower lip.

Just then, they heard the automatic door open, followed by footsteps.

"We're back!" they heard two familiar voices, looking up to find none other than the guys in green and blue themselves.

They both walked in, some would say dragged their feet, and dropped their bags near the center table.

As they did so, the girls were observing their appearance and every movement; there were visible heavy, dark bags under their blood-shot eyes, it was impossible to miss. They could also tell they weren't as energetic as they usual, they were too weary to do anything. The girls were surprised they hadn't passed out already.

"Umm, bros?" Koki called out, taking a few seconds for the brothers to register that their names were being called before turning to her. They tried smiling but it seemed that even that was a whole task of its own.

"So... Are you guys done for the day?" she faked a smile, hopeful on the inside.

The question caught their breaths. "Done? No way!" Martin let out, not meaning to sound as loud as he did; the girls could sense some irritability.

"We just spotted a group of proboscis monkeys, and we can't afford to lose them!" Chris added in turn, although his determination didn't match the look of exhaustion on his face.

The girls exchanged concerned expressions.

"When was the last time you two slept?" Aviva reluctantly asked, part of her already knowing the answer.

"Sleep? Who needs sleep when you can be out creature adventuring?" Martin mused, completely oblivious to how awfully concerning his words sounded.

Aviva and Koki's eyes widened, before looking at each other.

"Come on, bro. Let's go gear up and head back out there!" Chris urged, earning a weak nod from the Kratt in blue as they made their way to the garage.

Once they were completely out of sight, the girls turned to look at each other with alarmed expressions.

"Aviva, this is serious! What do we do?" Koki cried out.

But before Aviva could respond, they heard the door open and a familiar figure entered the room; the ginger guy saw the girls and came up to them.

"Aviva. Koki. I just walked by the Kratt bros and they looked like they were about to drop dead on the ground!" he let out, genuine worry in his eyes.

"That does it," Aviva suddenly said. "We have to figure out a way to get those two to get some shut eye."

The trio stood in a circle, putting their heads together, thinking.

Just then, it was as though she had a light bulb moment. "Guys."

Koki and Jimmy looked at Aviva, smirking. "I have an idea."

When the brothers had returned earlier, it was already reaching the end of the day. So by the time they came back from the garage with the supply they needed, the sun had already began to set. The time they had taken alone showed how little energy they had left.

As they approached their bags, someone suddenly sneaked up on them from the back, startling them hard.

"AH!" they both yelped.

"Oops, sorry," Aviva said sheepishly.

"Uh, need anything, Aviva?" Chris asked, very drowsy and putting a huge yet failed effort at hiding it.

"Yes, actually," she wore a large smile on her face. Fortunately for her, the guys had too little focus to question it. "Jimmy has a creature question to ask you both."

They looked at her for a moment, before saying, "Really?"

She nodded her head. "Yep, come with me, he's in the other room."

Without warning, and taking advantage of their current state, she just grabbed them by the shoulders and urged them to the next room with ease.

As soon as they walked in, they found Jimmy already there, with his legs crossed and sitting on multiple layers of blankets and covers all over the ground. There was also a fair amount of pillows just waiting to be used.

However, before the brothers had a chance to even process what was going on, they were already pushed down into a sitting position by Aviva.

"So bros, I was wondering..." Jimmy started, giving a quick wink to his friend. "Why can't crocodiles stick their tongues out?"

The Kratt brothers blinked; it took a few seconds for the question to sink in.

"Oh, that's easy," Chris finally said, rubbing his left eye. "You see, yawn, crocodiles have a membrane that holds their tongue in place on the roof of their mouth so it doesn't move."

At that moment, Koki walked in, executing her share of the plan. She slowly tip-toed in with two mugs full of green tea, before slipping them into the boys' hands, subconsciously starting to sip the warm liquid as they carried on rambling about creature knowledge.

Aviva and Koki looked at each other and snickered quietly.

Everything was going according to plan.

"This makes it impossible for them to stick it outside of their narrow mouths," Martin managed in between yawns, slurring his words hard, having already finished his drink, followed by Chris.

"And it can be handy when snapping the jaw shut rapidly~..." Chris added, his voice trailing off.

And before they knew it, they were slipping into slumber, their heads slowly approaching one another. They were fighting to keep their eyes open for a while longer before finally giving up to their immense need to sleep. At the last second, they were starting to fall backwards when the girls caught them just in time and gently lowered their heads on the nearest pillows.

When the team looked down, they saw a pair of Kratts peacefully sleeping in each other's arms, Chris' head buried in Martin's neck, his arms wrapped around him like a child.

The girls couldn't help but coo at the scene.

Finally, they covered them up with one large blanket, tucking them in to make sure they were comfortable enough.

By now, the sunset shone through a small window and illuminated the boys' faces; Koki walked over and pulled a small curtain.

"I believe our job here is done," she said with a low yet satisfied voice, avoiding the chance of waking up the Kratt brothers.

Aviva and Jimmy nodded happily.

"C'mon, let's leave," Aviva added.

And so, they all walked out of the room, leaving the two to sleep in peace and quietude, sharing one small, cozy haven.

#wild kratts #kratt brothers #chris kratt #martin kratt #aviva corcovado #koki #jimmy z #wk fanfic #bro fluff #one shot #fandom #fangirl power!

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midnightmuffingay · 1 year

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Rating the pets of EAH based on what is on the EAH wiki and my limited knowledge:

Adelita - Rosabella's butterfly. I have never heard of this. Also apparently Adelita translates to 'noble'?? 3/10 I don't think it suits her and also how do you keep a butterfly as a pet.

Barber - Poppy's squirrel monkey. I guess squirrel monkeys are cute and I can see it as a pet for her but I have yet again no memory of this. 5/10

Clipper - Holly's lion cub. Apparently it is 'charmed' to stay a cub forever?? Don't know how that work or why she has a lion or why she would name it Clipper?? there are better names girl. 3/10

Carmine - Cerise's dire wolf. Okay so technically they're part of the same pack or something but it's the daughter of Littler Red Riding Hood and the big Bad Wolf. You can't go wrong with giving her a wolf friend whose name is another shade of red. 6/10

Carrolloo - Kitty's caterpillar. A sneaky little guy. From what we saw of him he compliments Kitty's personality and you know, a caterpillar with a wonderlandian? It's not like I can be mad. 6/10

Clockwork - Cedar's wooded cuckoo. Okay I do actually like this a lot. Even if we never really saw him it's a great concept for her pet to be wooden like her. Especially when you consider it would probably have to been made specifically for her. I love it 8/10

Clydesdale - Farrah's pet mouse. Don't recall and there are better mice. 2/10

Divacorn - Briar's unicorn. Absolutely slayed so hard I don't care about the name which is an astonishing feat. I mean of course Briar would have a pink unicorn it just makes sense. 8/10

Drake - Hopper's dragonfly. Drake. 2/10 Only getting extra points because it is a literal DRAGONfly. He breathes fire.

Earl Grey - Maddie's dormouse. Perfection. Best dressed of all of the pets. Is a silly little guy with a silly little hat that lives in her hat. Impeccable. 10/10

Gala - Apple's snow fox. Gala is a great name just because of the fact this it is not only a type of apple but also a fancy party. Very royal, on brand, like to curl around her neck. Iconic. 8/10

Grizz - Blondie's baby bear. Blondie. Girlie. You are a reporter. Please get original. A bear for goldilocks' daughter is fine but it's just like. I'm bored girl. You can do better. 3/10

Jelly - Ginger's gummy fish. I. Love this. A sentient gummy fish she accidentally made? So iconic I'll ignore the basic name. It's like naming your goldfish 'Goldie'. Anyway, I love the concept, love the execution. 8/10

King Benedict - Humphrey's chicken. No. 2/10 for egg related name.

Mr. Cottonhorn - Dexter's jackalope. Guys. Guys. look at him.

He's just a little guy. 10/10.

Moustro - Melody's rat. I like the idea and the pun name but I feel like I'd need to see a picture to be impressed. 5/10

Nevermore - Raven's dragon. There is no need for discussion. 10/10

P-Hawk - Daring's peacock. I think I remember him being kind of terrible so uh 1/10 because Daring I don't think that's how you say peacock honey.

Pesky - Hunter's squirrel. I love how even though they're like enemies they have the same haircut and Pesky has a little acorn bag that Hunter definitely made for him. Lives up to his name. 7/10

Philia - Cupid's Pegasus. Apparently 'Philia' is one of the ancient greek words for love that is often translated to friendship. soooo, even though I didn't know about her she gets a 6/10 because I think that's sweet.

Pirouette - Duchess's swan. Queen. Icon. Slay. Need I say more? 10/10

Sandella - Ashlynn's phoenix. The fact that Ashlynn has a phoenix because it rises from the ashes is so hardcore and I love it. Even if her name is Sandella. 7/10

Shuffle - Lizzie's hedgehog. The bestest and cutest little croquet ball. I don't have much to say but love you dearly. 7/10

Sir Gallopad - Darling's horse. He can change colour and camouflage which is THE coolest thing. Horsegirl Darling. 8/10 Also Daring officially has the worst pet out of the Charming siblings.

Spindle - Faybelle's pomeranian. Of course an evil fairy you have such an unassuming evil little dog. And of course she named it after her evil destiny. Iconic. 8/10.

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opertabry · 1 year

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| notes; prologue

[ synopsis; there’s a cute girl that always sleeps in your intro pysch class. she just so happens to be ginger AND your dorm neighbor ]

PROLOGUE;

I watched as she plopped herself on the chair again. Everyday for the past two semesters this girl, without fail, would sit right next to the window, two seats down from where I sat. She always looked tired, dark bags under her eyes, she would always walk into the lecture hall and sit down on that window seat and rest her head on her arms and sleep. I mean, come on, who pays this much for tuition and just walks into class to what? Rest your eyes? It's literally 2 in the afternoon.

No one took notice to her or seemed to care, honestly I don't think anyone cared about the class either (to be fair, it was intro psychology). I did though, even with the dark bags, the baggy hoodie, she was cute. As cute as a college student, who wanted nothing but to die, can be I guess. She never took notes in class, I figured she would be fine failing the class, so who cares right? Now, tell me why in the world am I feeling slightly bad for her as I write my notes down?

I watched as (I'm not creepy, trust me) her hood rode up slightly, exposing her newly dyed ginger hair to me. Ginger? Really? All the colors in the world, all the dyes that you could have chosen and this cute girl that I don't even know the name of, chose ginger? Like, come on cute girl, I liked you more when you were dirty blonde.

"Alright, guys, I can tell you're all very tired. You did a good job, let's pack it up."

A few relieved groans and a rushed stuffing my stuff in my bag later, I was out of the lecture hall and breathing in the fresh air as I walked towards my dorm. I froze as I saw cute girl punching in her code to her dorm. Okay pause, first off, how in the world did this girl get to her dorm faster than me? I was quite literally the first person to get out of that godforsaken lecture hall. And two, cute girl is my dorm neighbor? What in the literal fuck?

I put in my dorm code, swung the door wide open and slammed it shut with my eyes looking like saucers. My dorm mate, Hanni, was laying on the couch with TV remote in hand, while looking at me amused.

"Hanni FUCKING PHAM."

"WHAT? DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?"

"Cute girl. Cute girl from intro psych. Next door. Ginger. WHAT THE FUCK."

"y/n calm your ASS down and tell me, with sentences, minimum 5th grade level. Can you do that for me, sweetie?" Hanni mockingly said, while sitting up.

"Okay I hate you, but remember cute girl I told you about? Always sleeps, hood on? From my intro psych class?"

"Mhm."

"She dyed her hair ginger AND she lives in dorm next to us? It's been literally TWO semesters, how have I not seen her?" I said, shock evident in my voice.

"Wait, wait. Does she look or act like the epitome of happiness, sunshine and rainbows?"

"What the fuck, no? She sleeps in class."

"Oh my god. Cute girl is Kang Haerin?"

"..Who?"

Hanni was about to open her mouth when we heard a knock on the door. We rolled our eyes as we assumed it was those frat boys who were playing ding dong ditch like little kids. We ignored it as I told Hanni to continue, and we heard another knock. I groaned as I pushed myself away from the couch and went to open the door.

"Hi! You must be my dorm neighbor, sorry, my name is Danielle!" She greeted with a weirdly happy, too happy look on her face for a broke college student that is most likely in debt.

"Oh Danielle! Hi, what brings you over here?" Hanni smiled as she walked up behind me.

"Nothing much, I just heard some yelling over here and wanted to check in on you guys. You're both alright, right?" She asked a worried expression plaguing her face.

"Yep, we were just really excited." I breathed out with a (not so) genuine smile.

"Alright, well. y/n right? Hanni told me and Haerin about you, it's nice to finally meet you! I'll get going now, Haerin wanted me to grab some things from the convenience store for her." Danielle waved as she left, not forgetting to smile (so hard I thought her face was about to combust. How does someone smile so much in college? Respect to her though).

I closed the door as I turned to Hanni with the fakest smile I could muster.

"You weren't kidding, huh?"

"Yep, sunshine and rainbows and fucking everything in between."

I mean at least I can put a name to a face now. Haerin. Kang Haerin. Cute name for a cute girl.

I guess.

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#haerin x reader #smau #newjeans x reader #newjeans #lesserafim x reader #idol au #kang haerin #kang haerin x reader #newjeans haerin #lesserafim #ive

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fallenclan · 6 months

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"Moosefall! Come here!"

A voice from a gentle molly could be heard next to the nursery, the soft air from the evening emphasizing it. Moosefall turned his head around, startled to know if everything was alright with Salmonskip's kitting.

Silverbelly looked at the white tom hopefully from the entrance, a bright shining covering her eldery eyes as a soft smile formed her face. In a matter of seconds, the dark cat dissapeared, wanting the tom to enter the nursery by himself.

It wasn't as if Moosefall was really that cautious to disturb anyone in there, heck, he as any other cat in FallenClan WAS born there and grew up in the den's warmth until apprentice-hood took over their own age. This time however, was different; it was the first time he would go to see his new children! Maybe he would offer something for the tortie molly to recover faster, or perhaps play with the kittens once they're a few moons old (not for now, that is), or maybe request Maplestar to become a mentor of one of them, or-

'Alright.' - Moosefall thought, turning next to the nursery to enter it. 'Don't freak out yet, you haven't seen them for now. Besides, your mate wants you to spend some time with them at least.'

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In the warmth inside of the nursery, a blue tortie cat, Salmonskip, could be seen. She has been planning this exact moment ever since she announced it to her mate. And now, there it was, all these long moons that looked like years for him to have them.

"Is a litter of two mollies and one tom!" Silverbelly announced, looking at the three kittens. They meowed constantly, with the exception of a certain ginger kitten, who instead stayed quiet. It didn't mattered, Salmonskip giggled at looking one of them kicking the two other littermates; they were blind for now, is not like they would see after all.

Moosefall ran through the leaves and looked at the kittens. Both Salmon and Moose's hearts felt like they were about to melt. Next to Salmon, Silverbelly went out from the den, understanding that the both cats would love to take some time before the queen could actually recover from the kitting.

"They're so..."

"Beautiful? I bet you would say that" Salmonskip giggled, he enjoyed making fun of the bi-coloroured cat lightly. Moosefall laughed as well, he enjoyed those jokes after all.

"Have you thought of a name for them yet?" Moosefall asked, raising his voice slightly in case if any of the kittens' meowings would be loud.

"Hm... I thought of two names" The tortie cat looked the brown kitten at first, who was struggling to snuggle up to her. "I think I will call her as Brackenkit"

He then looked at a ginger one, the same one who was quiet enough compared to the others. "I may call him as Foxkit, his fur reminds me of one."

However, for a specific molly-kit, Salmonskip didn't had anything for her. She was the most "aggressive" for her being newborn; going up to her siblings just to go to the molly's belly. Salmon's smile faded as worry invaded her, she didn't had any name ideas! He was supossed to think of one last moon!

Thankfully, Moosefall noticed his mate's worry, and as if a kittenhood memory approached him out all the sudden, he got an idea.

Something that had to do with an event it happened, back when he was just a kit, and has been in his head ever since...

He looked at Salmonskip, then down to the white and red newborn...

Then, after a few moments of thinking, eyerolls, and more thinking... he had the perfect name for her...

"Maybe... we can call her as Shrewkit, if that's okay?"

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Aaaaa first time doing a Fallenfic and is about Moosefall viewing Salmonskip's kits!!!! Because I LOVE MooseSal/SalmonMoose and I crave for content of them.

Also, I enjoy the idea of Moosefall naming Shrekit as that because of his deceased sibling, who didn't made it to apprenticehood. I can't remember if her name WAS actually shrewkit though(? (I have terrible memory lol) but I think is very bittersweet :')

Also english isn't my first language so uhhh if there's any grammar errors is because of that lmao

- ☎️

AUGH my heart,,, Moose naming his kid after his dead sister is so sad but yall keep making it sadder somehow :')

#fallenasks #fallenfic #phone anon

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richierambles · 3 days

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Cartman's system: headmate list 2.0

Been thinking thoughts idk

This list would be their alters when their body's 15yo (sorry it's long I might make a shorter one later-)

Thanks to @mischieviousmusic and @everythingwasnormalhere for standing my infodumping about this au XD

Littles:

Anne:

6 yo

She/her

Loves playing tea party (main fronter during it)

When it's the other littles playing, she mainly roleplays as the Polly Prissipants doll

Sometimes cofronts when they're at class, but isn't allowed to talk to their classmates

Almost always at cofront when Love's fronting

After they come out, she's closest to Stan and Butters

They're not out to Karen, but Anne's spent time with her too

Whenever she talks to Kenny she asks him how she's doing<3

Ginger in headspace (it felt important to mention this don't ask why)

Finn:

8yo

He/him

Main fronter almost all the time they're playing

Roleplays as most of the other toys when they're playing tea party though

Loves playing cowboys

Frienemies with Artemis, they'll either hate each other or be best friends all the time

After they come out, he's closest to Kenny (but will much rather hang out with his sysmates)

Looks and acts like a Typical White Boy™

Artemis:

5yo

He/they

Introjected from Artemis Clyde Frog (the stuffed animal), but lost almost all his connection to it since the day it died (and exclusively goes by Artemis, hates his other names)

Roleplays himself when playing with the other syskids, never a main fronter while playing

Spent a long while (2-3 years) dormant, only came back after they came out, one day when the system was hanging out with their friends

The gang were all like "wtf who's this idk this alter-" but finally figured it out (mainly Kyle did)

SUPER close to Kyle

Actually whenever Artemis fronts they'll text Kyle first thing no matter what

Also close-ish to Butters

Has dark skin in the innerworld, his iw appearance is human but he always wears a frog hat

Hosts:

Sam:

15yo

he/him

The meaner, stronger Cartman

Is also a protector besides a host

Split from Collins on the Kenny Dies episode

He's the one who used fetuses to built the pizza place because otherwise the guys would've thought he was weak (his thought process is fucking crazy)

One of the few alters who remembers Kenny's deaths

He also knows there's something weird going on in their brain, but has no idea what

Used to cleaning up after everyone else's messes (like acting as if Jenni was Mitch Conners and as if all the Henniffer Lopez thing was just a joke (which backfired so bad...))

After they come out, he hangs out with everyone the same way they always do

Insys, he's trying to get close to 8

^ completely idolatrizes Hitler

Huge on the antisemitism (and general bigotry tbh)

Collins:

14yo

he/him

Split from Sam on the Kenny dies episode

He did want to use the fetuses to save Kenny, and he does consider Kenny his best friend

But he switched out when they got the news Kenny was dead (he was unable to cope with that) and so that's why Sam did what he did

Acts much more like a normal kid than Sam

Actually he's pretty normal for South Park standards

After they come out, he's best friends with Kenny but still friends with the rest of the gang as usual

Not as bad as Sam but definitely not good either

Kyle doesn't hate him as much as he hates Sam (but he'd never say this)

Cartman-sonas (idk how else to call this category):

Irick:

120yo

he/him

Grand Wizard King

Gatekeeper

Fronts mainly while playing SoT (but not every time they do)

Definitely their most responsible alter

^ the others often ask him for advice and stuff

Mildly connected to source

The first time he fronted it was during a SoT game, he found all of it normal (his memories are of the SoT universe) but when they stopped playing he was so weirded out by everything since he's used to a fantasy world

"Cartman stop rping we finished 2 hours ago" "who trapped those guys inside that box 😰" (they were watching TV 💀)

Now (after they came out) they don't play SoT as much, so he only takes full control on special occasions or when Kenny is on a Princess shift (otherkin Kenny 💯)

Only actually close to Kenny because of that, doesn't talk much to anyone else

Grim:

18yo

it/raccoon neos/he

The Coon

Physical protector

Formed because of Cartman's hero persona, but that was long before they started going out as The Coon (they made the first concept for that sona when they were around 4-5yo)

But one day it fronted and decided why not go out fight crime

The others didn't know about this at first

They just knew they had a weird fixation on that "Coon" hero (which, they didn't know where they saw him either but wtv)

But one day Sam decided to go out as Coon (in a rp manner) and found he looked exactly like him

Grim fronted in the middle of it and yk Coon'd for a bit

And Sam did remember that time

So what made more sense is that he'd been The Coon since the beginning

(which wasn't exactly a lie-)

After their syscovery, they assumed Grim formed after they started going out as The Coon

Grim has never confirmed nor denied this

Every single time Kenny's in his Mysterion shift fur gets yeeted to front just so they can argue for a while 💀

Talks to pretty much all the gang but mainly Mysterion'd Kenny

Gets called a furry 24/7 by both his headmates and Kenny (and the rest of the gang sometimes, not as much tho). He fucking hates it.

Adrian:

16yo

he/him

S3xual protector

Metrosexual Cartman

But he's a full-on homosexual

Cartman's metrosexual phase lasted longer than anyone else's because "it's not a phase mom it's who I am 🙄💅"

It was a phase for everyone but Adrian

He's still in that phase

Has hooked up with half the system and even a couple guys out of it

Nothing serious though

Before they came out he respected Cartman's image and didn't flirt with their friends, but after they did there's not a conversation in which he's not telling them the gayest most explicit shit ever

The gang are between confidence boost and absolute utter cringe fucking kill me pls

Theodore:

17yo

he/him

Persecutor (misguided protector) + academic

Formed during Tsst, he's the nice submissive version of Cartman

Would let basically anyone boss him around

Good intentions all the time

Won't do anything bad on purpose

All his submissiveness has gotten them in trouble though

To the point the others try to avoid him fronting as much as they can

He switched in when they were going to kill Liane though, that's good

Goes exclusively by Theodore, some people have tried to call him Theo but he hates that

After they come out, the gang are kinda uncomfortable with him, but Butters warms up to him eventually

(the reason why they're uncomfortable is because Theodore has such a Not Cartman way to act, and also because he's kinda really fucking lame)

(also a bit because Sam has told them all about the times Theodore has messed up)

Sunny/Love

Ageless

love-related neos

Cupid Me

S3xual protector

Hypersexual

When heart's at front, heart'll flirt with Kyle so much it's insane

Is it because fluff's in love with him? Is it because fluff ships kyman? Is it because of a secret third reason? Who knows

Btw everyone else (/sys) was so confused about it at first, like, "...wdym I was acting weird yesterday? I was flirting with you?? And calling you Ky-boo??? Good one dude but quit the bullshit I never did that"

Then when they had the syscovery nobody associated that with some alter doing it

Until a few months after they came out Kyle connected the dots and almost instantly told Sam (who was so pissed off at Sunny 😭)

Love's mostly close to the girls (Nichole, Bebe, even Wendy), but a lot closer to Collins and Anne

Also 💘's never stopped flirting with Kyle, and will never stop (slay)

Introjects:

Eight/8/H:

56yo

he/him

Hitler factive, really connected to source

Protector + Prosecutor

Formed soon after they learnt about Hitler's existence

Fronts at times in which they have to act commanding, such as The Passion Of The Jew or Ginger Kids

Also fronted during some of Tsst, and was who planned (and tried) to kill Liane

After they came out, he didn't front much in front of their friends (he found them lame)

But one day something Bad happened when they woke up and he got triggered to front, so he had to go to school

When the gang noticed he was acting different, they asked who he was

Well, Kyle did, but Eight refused to answer

Stan asked again and H told them his name was Adolf Hitler

Kyle refused to even look at him the rest of that day (and rightfully so)

When someone else switched in, Kyle told them that if 8 didn't at least change his name he'd never talk to any of them ever again, so that's why he goes by Eight/8/H (that was the most he'd accept to change it)

When he's at front (not often) Kyle has to resist the urge to beat him up (he doesn't wanna hurt some of the others), but to find them both in the same room is practically imposible

Jenni:

25yo

she/her

Jenniffer Lopez fictive

Talks in spanish sometimes, it's horribly incorrect but she doesn't care

She's the one who does most of the drag

Also the other one (besides Adrian) who hooks up with random guys

She's mostly at cofront rather than full front (talking with the hand because it "looks less weird"), but she's been at full front sometimes too :3

Fucking hates Mitch

After they come out, she hangs out with Bebe sometimes (but not really too often, she'll much rather go with celebrities)

Mitch Conner:

31yo

they/he

Sam first made him up so he could "get rid of" Jenni without looking too insane

But then they actually split

Jenni and Mitch fucking hate each other, Jenni because he steals her identity and Mitch because he thinks she's annoying

Whenever they front they'll find out everything they can about the other alters (and everyone in general) just so they can get stuff from them later

Kyle is so annoyed by his existence for some reason

Other (idk where else to put her soo):

Mae:

21yo

she/her

Persecutor

Originally split when they were a little kid (3-5), to take care of them when Liane didn't (she was kinda neglectful back then)

Also to have them grow up in a hopefully healthier environment

But she started obsessing over growing up and maturing to the point she actually made them unsafe

Such as in 1%, when she mutilated their stuffed animals and almost killed them (by burning down their house) in the process

Now she almost never fronts, and only Irick knows where she is and is allowed to talk to her

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johnsbleu · 2 months

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hii someone asked for me for visuals of each character in hmh and tbh some people i know what they look like in my head but can't find an actor/actress that they look like but i do with some people, so here u go lmao

obviously who i picture might not be who you picture and that's totally fine! it's just who i picture in my head! if you picture someone else, let me know! i'd love to hear!

oh and also these are grown people because im a grown ass woman. i'm not gonna be like yeah i totally see sabrina carpenter as reader bc like she's 23 or something lmao i mean if you picture her, then that's cool but i don't lol anyway grown people here!

one more thing: if these people are problematic or something, do not hold it against me. i don't know half these people it's just who i picture lmao the only people i keep up with are keanu and jessica rothe.

all pics are under the cut!

ps. the last one is super controversial :/

for tess is jessica rothe. i've had her in my mind since day one of writing hmh. just everything about her is tess.

her dressed as madonna???? very tess!

jimmy is obviously the guy who plays him in the movie and that's thomas sadoski (fun fact: he's married to amanda seyfried IRL)

even though she's rarely in hmh right now i totally see sonoya mizuno as april (specially her from crazy rich asians) she has that perfect studious and cutesy look i see when i think of april (remember she's the one who researched the ~mysterious~ coin reader found in the beginning of hmh lmao)

(another fun fact her and jessica rothe were in la la land together and i didn't know that until like a year after i started writing hmh)

she's not in hmh much right now but when i think of jen, i think of arielle kebble, specially her with a bob like this. i think she's adorable! i don't know anything about her but i think she's in 911 right now??? idk i know she was in john tucker must die lmao

i see paul reiser and olivia colman (with an american accent lmao) as reader's parents. he's in stranger things and every time he says "kiddo" im like that's reader's dad!

and remember annoying matt? yeah he looks like this in my head. idk anything about this guy but i wanna punch his face lmao when i started writing matt, i knew i needed a guy who didn't look like he was 22 or something. i needed a guy who looked older and that would make john feel threatened because he's not a kid, he's a grown adult.

aurelio is obviously john leguizamo!

as for amanda, aurelio's wife, (whomst i LOVE dearly in hmh) i can't think of who i would pick to play her but i see amanda being pretty short, maybe like 5'0 and being a mid sized girly with shoulder length blonde hair.

grace is a super cutesy ginger and tony is...idk just a white kid? lmao some people i don't really think about what they look like. the people that we spend the most time with in hmh have faces to their names though for sure.

and as for reader, i picture...............no one. she doesn't have a face, which is really weird. i think being the person who writes hmh it's hard for me to picture her. i picture myself sometimes because it makes it easier to describe certain scenarios (i just picture myself doing them and write it lmao) but even then i still don't look like myself (my imagination is very nice to me and it makes me very hot when i do picture myself lmao)

reader has this ability to go from cute girl next door to being super sexy and hot and i can't think of an actress (in my opinion) who really encapsulates that. all i know for reader is that she's about 5'0 tall (only comes up to john's shoulder) and she has brown hair. and clearly because of the 'peach' nickname, she has a very nice ass. probably nice boobs too because i mean who doesn't want nice boobs lmao

i remember scrolling through pinterest one day for pics for ig edits and i came across the cutest little girl and something clicked and i immediately went..."that's ronan." obviously she's going to look different than how you all picture her (and she's still a baby right now) but to me in my mind, this is totally ronan when she's like two

bleu is the most handsomest boy, of course! here he is with chad at a showing of john wick chapter two. his name irl is bubba/burton. they ended up just calling him bubba because keanu couldn't remember the name burton. also keanu hung out with him on set of jw2 to build their bond 😭 look at his fucking pathetic little face he's so cute i love him!!!!!!!!!!!

MOST CONTROVERSIAL ONE OF ALL: JOHN WICK.

you guys might disagree with me but i totally see keanu reeves as john wick. like everything about him is so perfect for john. like his hair, his beard, his intense but soft brown eyes. he's the perfect person for john ;) he has the ability to play super dangerous and scary but also can be very gentle and soft. idk maybe it's just me though??? 🤭

anyways that's just a few people! that was fun lmao

#again everyone is going to picture different people and no one is set in stone except for people who actually play the characters #and tess.#jessica will always be tess.

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fuckyeahfredandginger · 8 months

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Hi! Love your blog. Would love to hear your thoughts on the general lack of kissing is Fred & Ginger's films (until their later films at least). What do you think the real reason behind that was?

Of course, Fred always said it was "all in the dance" but there was also rumours about his wife not liking/wanting this (which he refuted). I know Ginger said something about Mrs A of this nature?

It always strikes me that he only avoided kissing Ginger specifically for a long time - but then went on to kiss pretty much all of his other leading ladies (I appreciate this may just be due to the evolution of what film audiences wanted/expected). Although I do believe Fred when he said that the dancing was the romance, it also seems convenient he would take that position (at least initially) when it was practically an old girlfriend who he would be kissing...!

I appreciate it might be a combination of things - and we'll likely never know the real story but with all your knowledge, I have no doubt you'll have some theories!

I have many things to say about this:

Phyllis was well aware that Fred and Ginger were together for nearly a year in New York City before Ginger left for LA in 1931. It was not a casual relationship and a 30 year old man does not hang out with a 19 year old divorcee who is his ideal dance partner just for a few dances.

Fred married unexpectedly and at Phyllis's insistence: "She figured if I was going to be around all those girls in LA we'd better get married." Which says a lot about how insecure she felt and that she was determined to assure her place in his life.

I don't doubt that their marriage was happy, but in the course of that marriage, Fred made no secret of his adoration for Ginger and composed some of the most famous and intricate dances specifically for her and for them together. They are notable examples for their sheer passion and sexuality, and a man who could not act like Fred could not act, could not possibly have faked such passion.

Fred was regarded as a leading man because Ginger made him look like one. She was conveniently already in love with him and they had a history of dancing well together and since that was Fred's big trick (since he couldn't act), he knew which side his bread was buttered on and he asked for Ginger by name. This is confirmed by more than one outside source, including Lucille Ball who was Ginger's best friend throughout the majority of their lives.

The outside perception of Fred and Ginger as individuals was of course deeply sexist-- Fred was regarded as nature's nobleman, Ginger somehow never quite able to be "of his class." Ginger was naturally unpretentious as a young woman and somehow that meant they could never be alike in dignity. Let us all remember Fred was the son of a drunk farmer from Nebraska who put him and his sister on stage barely out of diapers to be deeply exploited and grow up in front of crowds. Ginger was a prairie girl from Texas. Fred just happened to make his money early enough that people overlooked his origins. And of course since misogyny paints women as stupid, incurable whores, Ginger could never be seen as equal to him, even though she was the only one who was really his equal in terms of passion and devotion. None of Fred's other partners loved him even close to the way Ginger did, and he never made any dances as beautiful as he did for her. She was his other half and his feminine mirror and it showed and he knew it.

Ginger did mention something about how they made an agreement not to kiss on screen so that Fred could live a "happy married life" but all that seems to have done is move all the kissing off screen, in my opinion. Fidelity wasn't a thing in Hollywood at the time anyway.

There is a lot of sexual contact between them during dances, and while they hide it pretty cleverly, it's there and it's meaningful. A good example is Fred playing with Ginger's left breast at the end of "Swing Trot." Her hand is in the way but if you pay attention to it, he is 100% touching her. Which if you ask me is absolutely hotter than a kiss, and more telling. They do a lot of kissing in Barkleys anyway, perhaps to make up for what they hadn't done in the 30s. Furthermore, you'll notice there is rarely an inch of space between them in partner dancing.

The lack of kissing doesn't mean the lack of desire, though, so in the way that the Hays Code forced everyone to resort to metaphor (and made everything so much creepier and more sexist), Fred had the ability to use dance as his metaphor, and as he said, "it was all in the dance." The desire was certainly there and unmistakable from both of them.

But there should have been more onscreen kisses. He did avoid kissing Ginger specifically and everyone just lied about it, if you ask me. He did kiss other partners, with absolutely no passion whatsoever. Ginger was the one who he'd cross the Hays Code for, even in 1949, and the powers that be would not have allowed it. I wish we could see what Roberta Olden has in her collection.

Thanks for the question anon!

#anon #asked and answered #there should have been more onscreen kisses #this is my hill to die on

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that-stray-bird · 6 months

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The Outworld Melodia

Upon the table, cakes and treats abound, each bite, bringing joy unbound. In the background, works and songs arise, yet the secret remains hidden from the searching eyes.

Warnings: none really. friendly talk, mentions of hitting someone with a violin, and possible secrets.

Chapter 3

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You placed a small plate on the table. It had a slice of chocolate cake with vanilla frosting and a piece of strawberry on top. You sat and pushed the dessert to the gray-haired boy. "Here. This is on me," you said. The boy shook his hands. "O-oh, you do not have to pay anything for me, miss (Last name)," he said with a smile. "No, please. I insist. Consider it a little welcome gift and an apology for the fright in your entrance exam," you stated. "And just (Name) is fine," you added while sitting beside him.

"Ah... alright, miss (Last-- I mean (Name)!" he corrected, accepting the cake. You softly smiled at his timidness.

"I apologize for my behavior from before. I kinda had to put on a convincing act to make you believe it was an actual bomb situation," Tanizaki said as he sat on the opposite side of the table with Naomi. "It's alright!" the gray-haired boy replied. "But, are all of your entrance exams like this?" he asked. "Unfortunately, yes," you uttered, remembering your own entrance exam.

"Mine was pretty similar to yours, except that I hit Tanizaki here in the head with my violin and realized early that the bomb was fake," you pointed at the ginger, who rubbed the back of his head. "My head still hurts thinking about it," he uttered. "Well, I thought the situation was real. If it weren't so realistic, then maybe I wouldn’t have hit you so hard and broken my violin," you shrugged. "Oh, (Name)! You were so mean. You gave my brother a concussion for a week!" Naomi hugged Tanizaki and showed her tongue at you. "Okay, I know I didn’t hit him that hard,” you said back.

"By the way, my name is Tanizaki Junichirou," Tanizaki introduced to the new guy. "And this is my—" Naomi suddenly jumped at him. "His little sister, Naomi!” she said enthusiastically.

"You're siblings?" the gray-haired boy questioned. "I do not think I see the family resemblance," he added.

"You doubt us?" Naomi started, sliding her hand inappropriately down to Tanizaki's legs. "Of course, we're family by blood. The two of us are much more similar than you think. Right, big brother," Naomi pushed Tanizaki down, and the two started doing something that should have stayed behind doors.

"Are they–?" the gray-haired boy started with a startled look. You covered his eyes as you looked at the siblings with mild disgust. "Don't think about it. This is pretty normal for them," you uttered.

"Oh, by the way," you looked down on him. "What was your name again? Sorry. I have a short memory when it comes to meeting new people," you awkwardly smiled. "It's fine. My name is Atsushi Nakajima," he introduced, but you looked at him confused when you heard his name. "A sushi?" you questioned. "No. It's Atsushi," he corrected with a smile. "Oh, Atsushi. Sorry," you said. "It's fine," he chuckled, eating the cake.

"What do you do at the agency (Name)?" Atsushi asked. "Well, I'm pretty much the same as Tanizaki. An assistant of sorts, though I usually work with the office staff," you explained. "Are you an able user as well?" Atsushi asked. "Sort off... my ability isn't much use in the field," you replied.

"If I can ask? What is your ability?" Atsushi asked. "You can hear about it later. Atsushi, since you have now joined our ranks. I should let you know that we are dedicated to working for the agency's name, so do not try to quit anytime soon. Unlike some people, I could mention?!" Kunikida screamed at the siblings, and they finally stopped what they were doing.

"Well--- at least some of us are, right Dazai?" Kunikida asked, only to find the typical suicidal man flirting with the waitress.

"Would you strangle me with these beautiful delegate fingers, miss?" Dazai as he held onto the waitress's hand. Kunikida got angry and went to smack him in the head. "My hands are maybe not as nice as hers, but if you're looking for someone to break your neck. I think that honor should go to me, shouldn't it?" the blond man yelled, and Atsushi watched confused and hesitant.

"Are..." he looked at you. "Are they usually like this?" he asked. You smiled. "It can be weird for the first two days, but you get used to it quickly," you tried to sound comforting, and he looked at you more at ease. Your phone then vibrates, and you check to see a text message that tells you of your day's task.

"I'm afraid I need to leave early," you uttered, then looked at Atsushi. "Hey, do you want to exchange phone numbers? If something comes up, at work, at home. I'm always willing to help if you need it," you asked. "Oh... I would like that, thank you, (Name)," Atsushi said, sounding taken back, but he showed you his number. You quickly typed it and saved it in your contacts. "And thank you for the cake," Atsushi bowed his head. “It’s fine, welcome to the agency,” you smiled and stood up.

“I must say, you seem much more ordinary than anyone in the agency. It’s easy to talk to you,” Atsushi said. You smiled at his response.

"Thank you, you're sweet. However, I'm not really that social with people," you replied. "How come?" Atsushi asked curiously. "Well... I had some bad luck in the past, so I developed quite severe social anxiety. I'm sometimes too afraid to go out in the day to get mail without someone to accompany me," you reveal. "Oh," Atsushi said. "Anyway, I believe you will receive your first job soon. Good luck with that," you said and began leaving. “Uh— yes. Thank you! Good luck with your work today!” Atsushi called out as you left the cafe.

Atsushi continued eating the cake, enjoying the taste of the little dessert. When the five started talking about their previous occupations before joining the agency, he became curious about yours.

"Hey, do you guys possibly know what (Name)'s previous job used to be?" he asked. "She told us she used to be a music student and had a mishap that made her quit. She then worked as a part-time musician in certain bars to pay the bills. She didn’t share anything else,” Kunikida answered.

"Oh, you should definitely hear her play her violin. Her music is just magical," Naomi said, not missing a tone.

"She usually says the same thing, but I always get a feeling there’s something else she’s not telling,” Dazai started. “A big secret, you could say,” he grinned, then sighed. “But, she has become quite clever avoiding the subject, no matter how hard I try to get it out of her,” he said with a defeated tone. "I think you should leave her privacy alone," Tanizaki said.

"But I do agree with Naomi. (Name)'s gift and natural talent with the violin has always helped us up from feeling down," Tanizaki smiled. "You can usually find her playing at night behind the dorm gardens. She used to worry a lot that her playing bothers our sleep, but it is hard to complain when her music helps us dream better,” he said with a smile.

"Huh... I guess I'll ask her next time," Atsushi stated. "Atsushi. Did you know there's a reward if you can guess what I did in my past?" Dazai started. "Really? What kind of a reward?" Atsushi asked. "About this," Dazai showed him, and literal money signs appeared in Atsushi's eyes.

#bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #anime #bsd x modern reader #various x reader #the outworld melodia

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dogboyjackkennedy · 2 months

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Mr and Mrs Kennedy asks coming up

1 - Which one of the Kennedy children remember their traits the best? (Their personality, their looks, etc)

2 - How did they actually look like? What were their personalities actually like?

3 - How old were they when they married/had Peter/had Jack/had Dee?

4 - What were their names?

5 - Which kid resembled Mr Kennedy the most?

6 - Which kid resembled Mrs Kennedy the most?

That’s all

hoo boy, here we go:

funnily enough, Jack does. he was really close to both of them (makes sense: when your parents are accepting when they find out you're trans and have helped you manage your autism (even if none of you knew that's what it was) then it's probably gonna make you really close with them!). it's why their deaths fucked him up so bad.

i might make art of it later, but here's my best attempt at doing a description: Mr. Kennedy - tall, lean man. got some muscle (grew up on a farm, and was also a soldier in WW2 for a bit). he has a prosthetic leg and walks with a cane (got shot in the leg and had to have it amputated; prosthetic leg isn't perfect and causes him to hobble around a bit, so he uses the cane to stabilize himself a little bit). he's got ginger hair, with dark green eyes, and is covered in freckles. slightly tanned skin. he's the youngest son of Irish immigrants. he's a rather calm man, but he's basically Jack if he had 2% more impulse control. also just a fun loving man. he's got a temper, but he's able to keep it in check. loves his wife and kids dearly. Mrs. Kennedy - shorter, and was described as "chubby" by family. only a year younger than her husband, and born in the same month, funnily enough. she's got freckles too, but much fewer than her husband. darker red hair and paler skin than her husband, with dark brown eyes. she's got a tooth gap, one that she'd pass down to her eldest son and daughter. a very warm, welcoming, yet calm woman. rarely ever swears (doesn't mean she hasn't cussed people out in her mind, however), and whenever she does, it's clear that something's serious. definitely a loving mother. very strong-willed; it's one of the things that attracted her husband to her.

their birthdays are in May, for reference. in order: Married - 1944; Mr. Kennedy is 20, and Mrs. Kennedy is 19 (yep, they got married young. neither of their families really agreed with their relationship due to multiple reasons, but Mr. Kennedy's family eventually was like "well, we don't approve of it, but if you're sure this is the woman you want to marry, then we aren't going to stop you." Mrs. Kennedy's family, however, couldn't even get that far. it was enough so that the Siblings only ever really had contact with that side of the family during holidays). Had Peter - 1945; 21 and 20. Had Jack - 1951; 26 and 25 (reminder, this is in March). Had Dee - 1967; 40 and 39. and, even though you didn't ask: Death - 1969; 41 and 40.

Names: Mr. Marshall Neil Kennedy, and Mrs. Diane Reynolds Kennedy (name previous to marriage: Diane Aris Reynolds)

Jack, surprisingly, despite being a trans man, actually ended up taking after his father a lot! got the same kind of hair, similar skin tone to his father (just a shade or two lighter), and has even been described as having a similar face to him. he is, however, not as tall as his father. body type wise, he takes more after his mother. even personality-wise, he takes more after his dad, even if he is more impulsive. (sometimes he wonders if his dad would be proud of him)

Peter takes after his mother, despite being tall and somehow skinnier than his dad. he's got dark red, curly hair like she does, and, as mentioned earlier, has a tooth gap. like Jack, he took after his mom: pretty calm, doesn't swear often and will actually scold Jack for swearing (mostly in front of Dee), etc. (he misses her a lot. he wonders if they think he did a good job, trying to look after his siblings, even if the world was against them)

#i have SO many thoughts on these guys. so many #they were great parents. did their best despite having Peter so young. but they raised their kids the best they could #a shame Dee never really got to know them..#dsaf #jack kennedy #dee kennedy #peter kennedy #< cause it relates to those three

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usernoneexistent · 10 months

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Challenge: Surprise... by @hp-12monthsofmagic

While surprises can be fun not all are good especially in Duncan's case when a well intended surprise backfires bringing up painful memories for him.

Warnings: grief, past death

There was something consoling about the beach; Duncan found out very quickly, especially today. Living in a forest community for the past year, which, to put it mildly, was very dull. Despite never settling in one place for more than a couple years with his mum, it was always a city which gave him some form of familiarity.

He wandered to Tayport, too, a small and quaint port town. It was better than losing his sanity in nature or getting dragged along to Jacob's workplace, the dodgy pub with the weird name, die freche Klippe, or how Duncan translated it then. He remembered Jacob's laughing fit over the German version. Jacob quickly realised Duncan preferred being alone and trusted him to be home alone.

He went back to the moss-covered stone cottage, which from a distance, blended in naturally with the trees. It was eerily quiet despite his aunt, uncle and cousin visiting from Romania. His uncle, Onkel Charlie, had a very cool job working with dragons compared to his father. Though the actual job, dragonologist, was something he would have thought to have existed until last year.

Duncan carefully opened the door; hopefully, he had the house to himself again for a few hours. With nobody around, he could steal the ginger newt biscuits in the kitchen. What he was not expecting was to get bombarded in the dining room.

"Surprise!"

"Überraschung!" Tarragon shouted with excitement, although her pronunciation wasn't perfect. The bunting and banners unfurled themselves, displaying the message 'Happy Almost 11th Birthday'.

Duncan stood to light a deer in highlights. It wasn't his birthday today; it was in three days. He wouldn't have minded if it was any other day, but Jacob threw the party today of all days.

"Well, I ken it's a little early but I figured we celebrate it before Pip, Charlie and Tarra leave. "Jacob said with an apologetic smile. Duncan clenched his jaw. He felt fuchsteufelwild!

They all waited for his reaction; Tarragon looked at him in particular nervous anticipation as he approached the table where a white cake with blue icing decoration. It looked like the cake his mum got him last year. Ten and a half candles were lit. Small gifts were wrapped up tidily next to it.

"Do you want tae blow out the candles and make a wish? "His auntie Juniper warmly smiled at him.

Duncan doesn't want to. He didn't ask for any of this. Especially when Jacob had chosen today of all days. Duncan wondered if he did it out of spite or pure oblivion. Neither conclusion made Duncan feel any better. In one swoop motion, Duncan swiped the cake off the table.

The cake splat straight to the floor. Icing and cake parts flew into Tarragon's face. His trainers were covered in white and blue cake frost.

"Duncan, what the hell? "Jacob said, his eyes wide with shock.

“Du bist ein arschloch!“ Duncan yelled. "You forgot mama died today!"

His aunt and uncle comforted Tarragon but were just as shocked as Jacob. Jacob's jaw dropped before his hand smacked against his own forehead.

"I'm so so sorry, Duncan. I didn't realise that…." Jacob paused, gulping. "That today was when Abi- your mum-" He couldn't finish the sentence.

It didn't matter anyway since he ruined it all. Duncan stormed upstairs to his attic room. He drew the curtains behind him to make it clear that no one would enter. All day he just wanted to avoid anything about his mum. He tried to stop thinking. To stop hurting. He missed her. He missed everything; playing Mensch Ärger dich nicht, her helping him with homework, telling him off for causing the goldfish to float or even when she nagged at him.

"Do you want me tae check on him?" Duncan heard his auntie Juniper offer through the thin floorboards.

"Probably for the best. I don't think he wants to talk to me for a while." Jacob sighed. "I messed it up big time."

He heard the heavy footsteps of her used boots. Juniper pulled aside the curtain as Duncan hid under his bed covers. The bed was pushed down as his auntie sat down next to him.

"Duncan?"

"Go away! "He yelled. "Leave me alone."

"Duncan," her voice was quiet and soft. "I'm sorry. It was my idea; had I known, I would have never thrown the party. I'm sorry I did nae realise it today is the death of your mother."

Juniper waited for Duncan to demand her leave, but he stayed quiet. A muffled sob escaped his voice. They both knew it was trying to contain it all in.

"The first year is always hard after losing someone you love." Juniper continued on.

Duncan finally peaked his head out from under the covers. He quickly wiped away any tears; he was too embarrassed and ashamed that he cried in front of his aunt.

"Will it stop hurting soon?"

She wore a sad smile and shook her head. "It will always hurt, even after five, ten or even eleven years. You just learn how to live with the pain."

Duncan was somewhat disappointed with the answer, but at least it was true. It was better than all the teachers, social workers, and doctors telling him his mum was in a better place and what a tragedy it was.

"What can I do?"

"Remember her. Do something special for her if you feel like it. Give her a special day to remember her. It doesn't have to be today. Anything day works." His aunt advised. "And allow yourself to be sad. It's better if you cry than holding it all in."

Duncan fought back the tears, though it was a little late. Like they had a mind of their own.

"Come here," Juniper shuffled closer and hugged her nephew tightly. She wasn't his mother, and would never replace her, but he missed the motherly comfort.

Once the tears dried up, he pulled back again. Duncan looked away. His mother wouldn't let him leave things in a mess. She would tell him that he should apologise to whoever he had wronged.

"I'm sorry I ruined zee cake."

"It's fine. We can always make a new one."

"Also I need to, eh, to sorry to Tarra."

"Apologise?" Juniper suggested what Duncan was trying to say. "You did give her a wee fright, but she'll forgive you easily. She's a good wee egg like that."

Duncan's eyebrows knitted in at the last sentence. "Wee egg?"

"It's something we say here." Juniper lightly chuckled. "Just come downstairs whenever you're ready. There's nae rush."

Watching his aunt leave, Duncan felt a heavy weight in his chest. The day was painful as he had expected, but the events were not. He still hadn't forgiven Jacob for his part in the blunder. Though he did regret ruining the cake. It looked absolutely delicious.

#hp12mom #magic awakened ocs #harry potter next generation #duncan ludwig #jacob moss #tarragon weasley moss #juniper moss #charlie weasley

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carewyncromwell · 9 months

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"I don't really need this in my life... Why don't we forget about it? (Go and take your soul...) (Go and take your soul...)

Thing is -- (Thing is -- ) Time was -- (Time was --) Part of me used to love you: Part of me still does... This light here -- Some become strangers..."

~"Some Become Strangers" by Stevie Nicks

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Carewyn's dress inspiration // the other main song I listened to while drawing this

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So I thoroughly blame @dat-silvers-girl for this...but while talking with her about my recent Evan Bach post, I mentioned that since Evan and the remainder of his family is in Westminster, just south of London, and Carewyn ends up settling in London to work for the Ministry of Magic, there would be a very good chance that the two could cross paths, even unknowingly.

When Evan was taking the Tube to work one day as usual, though, he did cross paths with Carewyn -- and on his end, at least, it was very knowingly. What first caught his attention was the teenage boy in his train car talking to someone on his other side.

"Ms. Cromwell? You okay?"

It was the name "Cromwell" that caught Evan's attention. He'd heard it more than once before, of course -- it was a relatively common surname -- but it still made him start every time, since it was Lane's maiden name. And according to that frankly kind of meddlesome witch Donna, Evan knew that his children had gone back to using that surname too, rather than his. When he looked up this time, though, he was confronted with the sight of the teenage boy standing on the train talking to a well-dressed young woman with ginger-red hair, sitting down a short ways away and holding her forehead in her hand.

"Mm...yes," she said lowly, after a moment. She forced a small ruby red smile as she looked up at him. "I just haven't...been in such tight proximity with so many people, in a while. It's...louder, than I remember it."

Evan blanched when he took note of the woman's eyes -- a bit sunken-in, but almond-shaped, and bright blue. However shadowed, they were Lane's.

Evan very quickly turned away, his heart racing. God, why -- why here, why her? Why his daughter? Why here, on his daily commute, right now...?

Was Lane here too? Jacob? God, the thought of seeing either of them almost made Evan feel more nauseous. Seeing Lane after so many years was a prospect that daunted Evan, but seeing his son was almost more terrifying. Jacob had always had a temper, and he'd so strangely latched onto his sister even as a baby that Evan thought it'd be likely he'd have to physically defend himself, if Jacob caught sight of him...that is, if Lane wasn't there to diffuse things. Lane had always been the one to try to calm things down...

Despite himself, Evan scanned the train car, searching for his ex-wife. When he didn't see her or Jacob, he felt the faintest flicker of disappointment, and then a wave of overwhelming relief. Not only did he hate the thought of his estranged family causing a scene...but he didn't think how much more strain his heart could've taken, seeing Lane again after so long...

"Do you not take the Tube much?" asked the teenage boy from behind Evan.

"Well, no. As you know, there are many other ways to get around. But well, considering where we're going, I figured those methods wouldn't be as ideal."

"You can Apparate with other people too, right?" said the boy mischievously. "That sounds fun."

"Mind what you say in public, Erik," said Carewyn, before adding something a bit quieter under her breath. Evan just barely picked out the word "Muggle."

Evan's lips came together tightly. So this boy was like Carewyn and Jacob, then? He was part of that...freak world of theirs too? To think that such a promising young boy would be molded in their image rather than live a normal life, same as Jacob was...

A thought occurred to Evan that made him straighten up sharply. Was this boy -- ?!

When Evan looked at the boy called Erik, though, he found he didn't resemble Carewyn much at all. Plus he looked to be 13 or 14, at least...Carewyn couldn't be his mother: she would've had to have been a mere child herself when he was born, if she had been. And Erik had called her "Ms. Cromwell" -- he couldn't be related to her by blood. If he was her son, he'd have called her "Mother," and if he was her sibling through another marriage (this thought made Evan's stomach squirm), he would've just called her by her name. And yet the way Carewyn spoke to him...it wasn't just platonic, there was something almost maternal there...

Was this boy her stepson, perhaps? Evan wondered. Had Winnie married an older man -- someone already married? She was a young adult now, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she'd be married...she was probably the same age Evan was, when he married Lane. But to marry someone who had a son this old already... Evan couldn't help but frown disapprovingly, imagining his daughter marrying a man a good twenty years her senior.

"Anyway...thanks for this, Ms. Cromwell," said Erik. "Coming with me to the cinema and all."

"Well, I could hardly just drop you off and leave you there," Carewyn said with a wry smile.

"I told you you could."

"You can tell me whatever you want: it doesn't mean I'll agree with it. And besides...this clearly means a lot to you. I want to be there with you for it."

The way Carewyn spoke to Erik startled Evan yet again. It certainly didn't sound like how he expected a mother to speak to her son -- Lane certainly had never sounded so casual with Jacob, and she was always much more coddling of him than Evan himself was. It was almost sibling-esque, the way they interacted -- and yet Carewyn's sentiment still came across as so...maternal, for lack of a better word. So fond and proud...

Evan turned around, just in time to see Erik's snarky expression seemed to visibly soften.

"...Thanks, Ms. Cromwell."

The boy with the curly blond hair then seemed to sober slightly.

"...Ms. Cromwell...I wanted to say I'm sorry. For what I said the other day."

Carewyn blinked, startled.

"To that biddy in Diagon Alley," Erik prompted. "You know, the one who called you my mum."

Carewyn seemed to immediately understand, and her face grew much more gentle. "Erik..."

"I shouldn't have made such a big deal about it," Erik muttered, his eyes awkwardly drifting over to his and Carewyn's reflections in the window. "I mean, yeah, she was stupid to think it, when you're not even that much older than me and we don't look a thing alike -- but well, you do kind of act like my -- like a mum sometimes -- and you were with me while I was getting my school supplies, so it was only logical for her to think it. And well...I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful...you know, for everything..."

"Erik," Carewyn cut him off very firmly. She brought a hand up and took hold of his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "That is the last thing I would think."

She paused. Despite himself, Evan couldn't help but listen that bit more intently, even while trying to not draw attention to himself.

"...After what happened to your mother...I understand you being upset about what that woman said," Carewyn said softly. "Of course I don't think it was right for you to have sworn at her...but I know your anger came out of trauma and pain, not anything vindictive or cruel. And the last thing I'd ever want to do is replace your mother...or your father. I know I never could, even if I wanted to."

Her eyes fell on her own hand on Erik's shoulder rather than staying locked on his.

"...I don't want to be your mother, Erik. I'm very happy just being your guardian, for however long you need me. That's all I sought from the court, and that's all I want to be."

"Guardian." Then Carewyn had adopted this boy, as his legal guardian? Evan tried to envision raising Jacob on his own in his mid-twenties without Lane, and the mental image was intimidating. Being raised by his great-uncle more than his own parents, Evan would've been utterly clueless in being a single parent -- even Lane he always assumed did a better job of it than he ever would have...

Erik's face had lost nearly all of its edge by this point -- if anything, his expression betrayed something much warmer.

"You really are smashing, Ms. Cromwell," he said. "I hope you know that."

His smile then grew a bit more devilish again.

"...So...since you're not mad about what I said...does this mean you'll give me some more of those special lessons you promised me?"

Carewyn gave a loud huff. "Those 'special lessons' are supposed to be to help you defend yourself -- they're not a reward to be taken away when I'm unhappy with you. But I could very well withhold some of the rather nice Christmas presents I've set aside, if you don't learn to clean up your language."

Erik gave a loud, cackling laugh that prompted Carewyn to smile a bit more wryly herself as she got up.

"Well, come on, then -- here's our stop."

Her sparkly starred heels clapped against the floor as she crossed to the closest door. Evan watched his daughter go, wrapping her arm around her ward as the two climbed off the train and into the crowd of the underground station. Then, silently shifting his gaze out the opposite window, Evan watched the wall fly past him as the train picked up steam and sped off toward the next stop.

Because Carewyn had been focused so tightly on Erik and his mind, so as to quiet the thoughts of all the other people on the train she could've picked up, she'd had no idea that she'd been sitting mere feet away from her father. Even if she had chosen to look anywhere besides Erik, it's likely she still wouldn't have noticed him -- for she had no memory of the man's face and would therefore have likely only seen him as a stranger. Which, sadly enough, he practically was, even while they still lived together...

Carewyn was a stranger to him. Evan knew it, and he'd known it, even when she was small. He'd never "gotten" her, largely because part of him had been afraid to -- failing so badly to connect with Jacob had been so painful that the thought of messing up again, and worse, with Carewyn had made him withdraw from her, hesitant to let her in. But there had been moments, here and there, where he'd deeply regretted not knowing her. Times when she -- strangely enough -- almost seemed more like him than Jacob had been. More respectful of the rules -- more interested in pleasing others. And yet Evan knew he truly hadn't known Carewyn. How could he, when it was so blatantly obvious to Lane that she had magic, same as Jacob? And now it was all the more obvious that Carewyn was nothing like Evan. The way she talked to her adopted son -- her "ward"...it was nothing like how Evan had ever talked to Jacob, let alone her. She sounded gentle, affectionate, playful...

She sounded...happy. Raising Erik in her strange World, on her own...Carewyn was happy.

"Are you okay, mister?"

Evan looked up, startled, to see a little girl with cornrows and a sunhat sitting across from him with her mother, who had looked up from her purse with muted concern. It was only when Evan looked up at the two that he saw himself reflected in the window behind him -- and the tear that had leaked out the side of his right eye down his face.

He quickly swept it off his face with one hand.

"Ahem -- yes, I'm...fine."

Feeling embarrassed, Evan turned his focus back out the window, away from the girl and her mother.

Carewyn was happy. It was a thought that was a wave of grief that drowned Evan's soul, and yet...that wave felt strangely comforting, all the same. He stayed floating in that feeling for the rest of his commute, until he finally reached his destination, at which point he walked to work.

Once he reached his office, Evan closed the door and put on an Elvis record as he got to work. It was something he often did, to help pass the time when the day was slow and his depression made it hard for him to soldier through -- and, unbeknownst to Evan, was also what Carewyn herself did, whenever she had trouble focusing on what she was doing.

"Today I stumbled from my bed With thunder crashing in my head, My pillow still wet from last night's tears... And as I think of giving up, A voice inside my coffee cup Kept crying out, ringing in my ears...

'Don't cry, Daddy... Daddy, please, don't cry... Daddy, you've still got me and little Tommy, And together we'll find a brand new mommy... Daddy, Daddy, please laugh again -- Daddy, ride us on your back again -- Oh, Daddy...please, don't cry...'"

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #carewyn cromwell #erik apollo #evan bach #lane cromwell #jacob cromwell #my writing #yes elvis is evan's favorite musician #it's kind of the one 'rebellion' he's ever allowed himself given how straight-laced and ridiculously conservative he is #it's also where carewyn got her own love of rock music though she doesn't remember it #she used to 'dance' to evan's elvis records #but hey let's be honest hound dog is a friggin' bop can you blame her #jacob was never as much into elvis his tastes are decidedly more bubblegum #his favorite band is ABBA and he also loves barbra streisand olivia newton-john and the osmonds #lane's more of a judy collins type <3 #and she's also friggin' in LOVE with traditional choir music #oh yeah the movie carewyn and erik are going to see?#star wars episode i: the phantom menace #released in the summer of 1999 one year after the end of the Second Wizarding War #(Erik ends up really not liking it but hey he's the ultimate star wars fan so of course he was excited about seeing it)

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yzeltia · 4 months

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A Violet Story

Title: In Want of a Friend Characters: Violet Fisher, Leonnioux Ouraux, @erickgage 's Erick Gage, @eorziapple's Apple Silverberg, @driftward 's Zoissette Vauban Rating: T Notes: Line Break is During @eorziapple 's Rebirth

I've never thought I'd be the sentimental type but here we are. You'd think saving the world and settling down to a ship of your own, a work-when-you-want job, and seemingly endless resources for your hobbies would be enough to feel nice and fulfilled. The peace that I helped foster should have been reward enough, especially with how much I bitched and moaned every step of the way. That's what a hero would say. The doors my talents and accomplishments have opened for me so that I could live the life I'd dreamed would be enough for the old me. Being left the fuck alone to do whatever I want whenever I want.

All of it feels really fucking empty.

I sighed as I swirled the last bit of whisky around the bottom of my glass. Leonnioux, the Ishgardian Lord turned bartender, seemed to be focused on some young Auri girl in a booth, neglecting to keep my glass from emptying. It didn't bother me though. He was usually attentive enough and offered small talk as needed. Anything more than that I'd probably find myself a new bar…though perhaps that wasn't out of distaste for conversation but that I had discovered he married my half-brother's husband when being shown our family registry. I'd let that cat out of the bag in Doma and wasn't about to be shuttered out of my favourite haunt by being the one to bring this 10-gil romance novel to the poor Lord’s door.

Still, it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Everyone has somewhere to be. U'rahn finally gets to be a baby factory. Jannie is getting married. The Scions come and go with their requests but now that there's nothing really keeping us together I get to be alone with who I thought was the best company: myself.

It turns out…I’m kind of awful company.

This isn't all bad news though. It turns out, I know my friends really love me to put up with me and still want to be around when they can. I don't resent them for their happiness. I'm excited to see Rahn be a goofy dad and Jannie is finally doing things for herself. Such silly thoughts that bring a smile to my lips…and still, for now I'm on the peripheral and need my own thing.

The research team here at GA seemed a good start but how do you bridge that gap when you've been willfully unapproachable for so long and when you've finally got your head out of your ass too much is going on to make things right? “Hi. I'm Violet. I'm sorry I was an ass before and I know someone’s just launched themselves into void for whatever reason but would you like to go get drinks and maybe do a work hang because I'm a lonely twenty-something that just realised maybe having friends to share things with isn't the boogeyman I made it out to be?” Yeah. That's real natural.

Even if I did just open myself up, who would I even approach? Everyone seems to have their entourage or are too hyper focused in their projects to attempt to bother with my sudden social cravings. Well, save one or two. There was one though…if I remembered right. Another Limsan.

I swirled my glass again, this time to find Leonnioux standing behind the bar, sliding me a mug of my favored ale in his polite way to tell me I should start easing up. I thanked him of course before holding my hand up.

“Hey. You're familiar enough with the company roster? There's a girl that comes in here. Limsan with like bad ass aetheric tattoos on her face and runs with the science crew,” I asked.

“Apple Silverberg. Dark Maelstrom with two candied gingers instead of one ,” he said thoughtfully.

If he wasn't so painfully in love with that damn Miqo'te I'd jump him. There's nothing hotter than an encyclopedia, especially a bartending one.

“Right. How did I forget a name like that,” I sighed, watching as Leonnioux ‘s gaze went from me to my drink and back to me.

“It's a mystery.”

“Wow. That was really fucking catty. You do have some bite under that highborn wall afterall.”

I smiled to assure him I took no offense. I know what I'm about. He looked a bit relieved, if I had to guess the joke was testing how familiar he could get with his regulars. Turning away to wash glasses, he left me to my thoughts.

Apple. Fellow Limsan and research team member and…that's all I got. Still, she seemed to have the greatest chance of understanding me. I'd have to-

[This is Erick Gage, your boss, on the emergency line. I need a combat ready team to Azys Lla immediately for non-lethal combat. Details will be Mog-dropped into company tomestones on arrival. Gage out.]

I guess it's time to go be a team player.

[Rebirth]

Of course it would be her. What a fucking terrible sense of humour fate has. My path to friendship of course was the big bad of the week and gave me a nasty scar to mark the occasion. It wasn't my first choice of a friendship meet-cute but at least it'll be an interesting one to laugh about later.

After the big fight I found myself being stitched up in the infirmary and settling in along with Apple’s friends and our coworkers to make sure she was going to be okay. It felt a bit weird at first but after we put together all the vibes we got from collectively Echoing off her I felt more certain that we'd get along.

I'd tried not to be much of a bother as we waited. My only imposition had been to dip into the aetheric weave and call upon anyone that might help bring her comfort. A man had come, telling me to find an old stuffed Moogle on her house boat. Once cleared to leave, I went to retrieve the toy to bring it back.

Most had gone for the night save for Zoissette. There was a seemingly appreciated silence between us as we let Apple rest. When Apple finally did stir, I found myself unable to explain my presence. I found myself saying the first thought that came to mind and rudely said, “It’s about time you woke up.”

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv oc #ff14 #ff xiv #violet fisher #apple silverberg #zoissette vauban #erick gage #leonnioux ouraux

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therhythmafterthesummer · 9 months

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I had been reading your WereRoomies asks and noticed that Changbin and Gingerbread?/Autumn?/Pup? Had only been mentioned at most 3 times? And only ever during discussion where Pretty and Kitten were involved

It made me question why, from how far is scrolled, no one was really mentioning Changbin and Ginger much so I went over to read "Finding Comfort In Autumn" (Did I remember the name right?🥲) And I've never felt so giddy and happy after reading a story✨ I enjoyed it so so so much! Now I really want to know why no one seems to talk much about Changbin and Ginger-

I'm about to go read your other Changbin Instalments for WereRoomies so I can see more of the because they're literally so so so cute🥺 Changbinnie being a bottom even though he's an Alpha is undoubtedly odd in a world like that but I just love the concept so much! Same with a top Omega! Their dynamic is somewhat interesting and I want to see how they'd fend in different settings and situations so I'm excited to read more!

(Ps: I saw in an ask the name Gingerbread was mentioned to refer to Y/n from Changbin's story, while also comparing her to someone named Autumn. At first I thought Autumn could be the name of Y/n from the Felix & Hyunjin pairing -I forgot the name I'm sorry😭- but then "Finding Comfort In Autumn" made me even more confused so if you don't mind, could you clarify the names of each Y/n for each guy you've written so far? Sorry if it's to much trouble, I just don't want to mix up/mistake anyone in the future🥲)

- 🦁? Anon🫶🏼

Autumn, Gingerbread, Ginger are all used to refer to Changbin's girl in WereRoomies (: also sometimes referred to a "spicy/spiciest gingerbread". Gingerbread/ginger comes from, you know, her scent, whereas Autumn is genuinely the name i'd like her to have, because i find the play of "Finding Comfort in Autumn" to be just really cute. since, y'know, Changbin truly found... comfort in Autumn 😭. (i/we refer to Hyunlix's partner as Moss outside of the stories, btw! because of their scent. and just like Autumn, considering they're very genderfluid, i feel like Moss could very well be a name they chose for herself skjdfhskjdsdf).

this ask just made me think that i maybe should add a reference to these in the masterlist. i've been thinking of doing like a character breakdown, but, just like the glossary, it's a work in progress lol.

as for why people don't ask/send stuff about them as the rest... i'm not sure, tbh! i feel like it could be a mix of Changbin being a bottom/more submissive (which i suppose could be something that not a lot of people would be interested in), or, i can't remember who it was, but someone once said that they felt as if Changbin and her were just... doing fine. like, there's not much conflict surrounding them (which, admittedly, is my fault because i just want them to be happy, they've gone through enough 😭), so maybe people don't have as many questions about them.

Finding Comfort in Autumn has such a special place in my heart... exploring the alpha with omega tendencies characteristics in Changbin was so so so much fun, and Changbin's entire journey of self-acceptance makes me feel all warm and fuzzy all the time🥺 so i'm glad you enjoyed it!!

with that being said, if you ever have any thoughts/headcanons/questions surrounding them, feel free to send them in! i highly encourage it haha

#you can absolutely be 🦁#🦁 anon #ask #wereroomies ask

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