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assassinschaoticcreed · 2 months

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Can we get some headcannons about the BOYS? (thats what im calling them)

I like it, from here on out they are the boys.

since you didn't specify for what exactly, I chose random things that I have thought of, too many times before.

Altaïr 🦅

• more than once this man has walked into a glass door, and on a few occasions broke said door. he walked away like nothing happened.

• I've said it once and I'll say it again : this man is terrible with technology. like, the only stuff he's good with is old time, back in the day kinda stuff. keyboard? can't use it for shit. typewriter? this guy is like a damn journalist. laptop? the thing is destroyed because he got so mad when he couldn't figure out where the mouse was, even when desmond showed him where it was. old desktop that's built like a t.v.? perfect, everything makes sense now.

• when checking out at stores and the cashiers say "have a good day" on multiple occasions, an embarrassing amount of occasions this man has responded with: "what's so good about it", "thanks.", "you have good days?", "I didn't even want to get out of bed this morning.", "im leaving now"

• due to the last one: this man never uses a credit or debit card. cash only.

• before he broke the pasta noodles in half in front of ezio, he's thought about doing it way too many times. the reason he finally acted on it was because ezio brought up the many fires, explosions, and overall chaos that has happened when he "cooks". Altaïr internally said "fuck you, AND your pasta noodles"

• has set the microwave on fire before, blown out the front of it. cue desmond and arno running into the kitchen frantically putting the fire out, taking out what was inside it. there was a can of green beans. cue des and arno asking him why the hell he put a METAL can in the microwave. "oh you're not supposed to put metal in the microwave?"

• he is NOT a morning person. if you go to wake up this man and he's in a deep sleep, he's waking up swinging. Jacob has been slugged in the face a few times.

• I feel like Altaïr would like to nap in the sun/warm places.

• believe it or not, he was the weird kid that ate dirt.

• as a kid he was gifted an bald eagle as a birthday present from his dad, he was gifted a little yellow parakeet as his birthday present from his mother. he named her sunflower and the eagle apollo. he came back from training one day wanting to spend time with apollo and sunflower. apollo was there but sunflower wasn't, but there were yellow feathers everywhere. his dad told him apollo ate sunflower. Altaïr plucked all of apollos feathers on his head out. "you really are a bald eagle now aren't you, you little shit" vengeance for sunflower was served.

Ezio 🌹

• this man is a 5 star chef when it comes to authentic Italian food. don't ask him to make American food. anything other than Italian food he can't cook.

• after becoming great friends with Arno, ezio too is now a hopeless romantic.

• ezio and arno send each other memes either during conversations or as conversations.

• doesn't hesitate on the intrusive thoughts. just does them.

• has worn both his mother and Claudia's make up before, and he is flawless when putting on eyeliner. he doesn't go all out, he's more of the natural beauty kind of guy.

• this man can take one look at a person and correctly guess their clothing size.

• he and arno like to get together and have gossip sessions with a nice (few) bottles of wine.

• I whole heartedly believe that ezio is an amazing artist. he and leonardo bonded over painting, sketching, drawing etc. and on more than one occasion has joked with Arno with the whole "paint me like one of your French girls" gets a smack to the back of the head everytime.

• loves teasing Altaïr, he's so easy to rile up and ezio gets a laugh out of it. that is until Altaïr breaks pasta noodles in front of him. fists are up and ready to go.

• hates horses cause they have a long face, it makes him uncomfortable.

Arno 🥐

• has punched both edward and Jacob multiple times for pronouncing "croissant" wrong.

• gossip time with ezio is one of his favorite days of the week.

• when having conversations with ezio its either with memes in it, or how the conversation is being had.

• will not hesitate to roast you. loves roasting people, in fact he deep down hopes that someone will piss him off enough to roast them. even though he doesn't really need a reason.

• is very protective over the boys. (this man has trauma, can we blame him)

• an amazing singer. ezio has asked Arno for tips/lessons and once Arno heard him sing he said "can you hear yourself? no? good, cause trust me, you don't want to."

• he's really good at writing: poetry, songs, stories and even plays, but he's self conscious so he'd never try to get them to actually be put out there. ezio and desmond are his #1 hype team.

• I can see him being a great figure skater. don't know why, but I do.

• is a great baker, another 5 star chef when it comes to making authentic (french) food.

• he and Altaïr like to people watch and judge them like Simeon Cowell.

Connor🐺

• this man has a petting zoo of animals, from childhood into adulthood.

• calls animals fur babies, change my mind.

• is another one who is protective over the boys

• believe it or not, he's more in tune with his emotional side like Arno and Ezio.

• loves wearing flannels, not only are they comfy but he likes the way they look.

• wants to build himself a cabin, like the ones you see some youtubers do. chop down the trees, use them to build it and all that jazz.

• wants to have a timber wolf as a pet, it's his dream pet. he truly wants just a wolf, but knows it's not a good idea.

• brought a turkey into the house as a kid, Ziio was not a happy camper. but she didn't want connor to be sad, so she said he could keep it as long as it stayed outside.

• the turkey and Connor were playing outside of their village. it was November. there was a loud bang, Connor turned around and turkey had been shot...and he was shot by none other than Charles Lee. another reason he hates the man so much.

• (for this one we're gonna say Haytham and Ziio stayed together) whenever Charles Lee came over to visit, Connor never liked him. when his parents weren't looking he would do this to Charles Lee; bite, kick, pour salt in his food and drink, make faces etc. Haytham knew, but it also amused Haytham so he said nothing.

Edward🏴‍☠️

• cried while getting his first tattoo, like sobbed.

• Mary on more than one occasion has gotten him (when he's drunk ofc) to cross dress (like she does as james)

• is a huge fan of the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series.

• sings sea shantys when doing things around the house.

• has slept outside many times while drunk. doesn't remember how he got there, when he got there, or why he stayed.

• has wanted to try those swimming like a mermaid trend.

• wants the boys to get a pirate themed tattoo with him.

• he and Jacob like to go out drinking together and watch each other get drunk because of the way they act. unfortunately while doing this since the both of them are drunk neither knows what in God's name is going on, until they wake up outside half naked wondering why they're wearing lipstick.

• has said many times "im never drinking again" yet is holding a cup filled with alcohol.

• has pushed Jacob off the side of the jackdaw when he pissed him off.

Jacob🎩

• being evies worst nightmare is his favorite passtime.

• teases evie for having a crush on 2 of his best friends, she tells him if he ever told them his manhood will be missing when he wakes up.

• woke up on a roof one time after drinking escapades with Edward the night before. Edward was on the roof across from him.

• has worn his shoes on the wrong feet all day long to annoy evie, but also was too lazy to put them on the right feet.

• he tries to trip evie whenever the two of them are going up the stairs. jokes on him he actually trips himself.

• is the king of intrusive thoughts.

• 95% of the time he gives into those intrusive thoughts, that small 5% is evie being able to stop them before they happened.

• got a drunk tattoo with Edward once, it's a tramp stamp.

• he's the one filling Edward's cup whenever Edward says he's never drinking again.

• even though he's a jokester and does stupid stuff, he's honestly one of the most trustworthy people the boys know. "he may be an idiot, but he's our idiot" and evies like "go ahead and have him. I should have killed him in the womb"

Desmond🐶

• was adopted by the Auditores when he left the farm.

• when he first started bartending, he broke over half the glasses they had.

• debated on becoming a therapist about a year into bartending, he sure as hell felt like one. might as well get paid the right money for it.

• he doesn't like to drink alcohol very often due to how he's around it so much while he works, and sees how people act. not a favorite pass time, but he does enjoy having a glass of wine with Arno and Ezio.

• he's really good at playing guitar, he and Arno like to do little karaoke sessions, ezio is there but isn't allowed to sing.

• is good at cooking all types of foods, just don't ask him to bake. he's not good with precision so the sweets always come out messed up. leave that to arno.

• wants to get more tattoos, and has tried talking the boys into getting the brotherhood/creed insignia tattooed.

• I see desmond as a piercings kind of guy. what they are, who knows.

• Desmond is the golden retriever friend, everyone loves him.

• Desmond is the epitome of "I didn't want to wake up today, im tired you're lucky I dragged my corpse out of bed today"

#ac #assassins creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #altair ibn la'ahad #arno dorian #ezio auditore da firenze #ac desmond #arno victor dorian #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #edward kenway #jacob frye #assassins creed unity #assassin's creed 3 #assassin's creed 2 #assassins creed syndicate #assassins creed brotherhood #assassins creed black flag

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aiweirdness · 2 years

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AI-generated donuts

If you're going to open a late-night donut shop, you're going to need a unique set of over-the-top donuts to set the proper festive atmosphere. But how to keep the ideas coming?

I decided to see what donut ideas I could get using OpenAI's GPT-3 text-generating models. I collected seven of the weirdest donuts and descriptions I could find (such as a pizza donut, or a dirt-themed donut), and presented them as a list for the AI to complete. I've drawn a few of the best donuts it added to the list.

[human illustrations of some of the ai-generated donuts below]

When I say I used "GPT-3" for this project it's hard to be exact about it, because OpenAI often updates the models. The newest GPT-3 versions (as of May 2022) actually did the worst at this task - they kept presenting me with real donuts that they'd seen during their online training, and not even particularly weird donuts. They were trying to match what was most common online, not what I was asking for. But the original early-2020 GPT-3 models were more willing to deliver the weirdness. Here are some more of my favorite results from the various models!

The biggest model, DaVinci

Violet Beauregarde - A lemon glazed donut with blue raspberry eyes and a raspberry center The Candleberry Flu - A chocolate doughnut filled inside with ganache plus a dripping candle on top that's dripping liquid sediments Brick of Yum - A glazed doughnut sandwiching American cheese, with red pepper jelly inside The Confusatron - A doughnut sliced into three layers - vanilla, coconut, and chocolate, dipped in chocolate ganache and topped with sugar pearls that look like circuit boards The Purple Stuff - Chocolate, oreo, and purple stuff sprinkled with powdered sugar

Curie, the second-largest model

Heckleberry - A strawberry donut smothered with blueberry syrup and crushed vegan Crunchies Donut of Doom - Rainbow donut filled with Frosted Flakes, black sprinkles, and sour candy The Alligator Rising - A spiral donut, frosted with chocolate and filled with a filling of chocolate hard-boiled egg and green apple slices Hell Raisin - A jelly donut with a filling of peanut butter and hot dogs Dark Crystal - A donut filled with candy corn and white chocolate chips I ♥ My Gay Ex - A rainbow Jell-O donut with white frosting, red sugar sprinkles, and pink glitter Fish N' Chips – Topped with chocolate and tangy tempura-flavoured icing

Babbage, the second-smallest model

Mr Crepe - Topped with tapioca pudding, green sprinkles Little Red Apples - Topped with pumpkin bread crumbs and small red apples Chalkista - Stationary donut with chalk dusting Horns - Cupcake gripped in both of the animal’s horns Julius Rooms - A pair of bottomless donuts Doughnut Forest - A profusion of donuts spread throughout the French Quarter Flintlock fennec - bacon, fried okra, and burnt thermochromic alcohol Baffle - cocoa powder, giraffes, and vanilla wafers

Ada, the smallest and definitely weirdest model

Bath Roll - Three donuts melted hot on one side Friar Flats - Topped with tomatoes, honey, red paint and ceramic chili caps Ponder Owls - magical, yellow-feathered donuts covered in icing with puffiness and shine By Soul - filled with firecrackers, black bean dip, red pepper syrup, and watermelon Coconut Fun - Sulphure hasn’t been wiped off, a demon cake filled with coconut cream and pistachios Blood Donut - Creamy moist donut topped with spoonfuls of delicious blood Goofy Trick - the elephant, is a clown and it's all about tossing treats into his skull Spankin’ - Other-colored donut with a frying pan in the middle

Bonus content: More of Ada's weird donuts (plus some donuts made of antimatter??)

Also you can buy the donuts on a tea towel! Along with pies, cookies, and breakfast cereals.

#neural networks #food #donuts #gpt-3 #doughnuts #giraffes

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taskmastercaps · 11 months

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[ID: Two screencaps from Taskmaster. A large yellow rubber duck sits on a table in front of Alex Horne. Its back is covered with basil leaves and ground cumin, a single basil leaf is on its head, and cannellini beans are scattered around it. Alex asks, “Why is he French?” Ivo Graham says regretfully, “Well, the garlic is obviously doing some pretty heavy lifting.” End ID.]

#taskmaster #alex horne #ivo graham #15 #15x07

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faeriefrolic · 13 days

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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC! ty for the tag @bool-prop !! I'm going to do my babygirl Crystal Leblanc 💛

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Aquaphobia due to a traumatic incident early in her life, as well as aichmophobia

Do they have any pet peeves? When library guests bend the spines of books 😔

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? A well-used cookbook she's been taking ideas from, her yellow tablet, a daisy in a bee-shaped flowerpot 🌼

What do they notice first in a person? Their smile!

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? A 1... she does not handle it well!

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Definitely flight, literally sometimes! She doesn't like conflict and would rather diffuse or escape the situation.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? She has an adoptive mother, Floette, who she cares for very much. She taught Crystal much about magic and life and takes after her. She lives with her mother in the library loft for a long time, until she gets brave enough to share a magic treehouse with roommates

What animal represents them best? A scottish fold dilute calico cat, which is literally her lol

What is a smell that they dislike? Really stinky cheese, burning plastic/rubber and burnt coffee beans... her Mother took her to a speciality cheese shop once and she really didn't like one of the cheeses, it smelled like feet 🧀

Have they broken any bones? She has no bones, since she is a soft doll, but there are many broken bandaged parts of her :( She is covered in colorful band-aids and always keeps them on hand.

How would a stranger likely describe them? An adorable sunshine girl who looks as though she stepped right out of a fairytale storybook ✨

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Morning bird! She loves to make coffee and enjoy basking in the sunshine, reading the latest chapter of her library book. Though she loves her catnaps...

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? She's a fae, so she adores sugary treats, anything fruity and sweet. And as an autumn fae she gravitates towards warmer fall flavors. She dislikes sour, bitter things

Do they have any hobbies? She organizes a dnd campaign at the library, and she also loves journaling! Sometimes she will host a little tea party for the bumblebees in her garden. They always gift her with honey 🍯

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Well first her kitty cat tail will puff out and she'll float up to the ceiling in shock! Immediately after she'll be overjoyed and excited, flailing her little arms everywhere and wondering how they did all this in secret and then wondering about cake, and what flavor it is, and then get distracted by thinking about how to make the cake 🎂 Oh and she'll most definitely probably cry from her friends doing this for her and feel as though she doesn't deserve the kindness

Do they like to wear jewelry? She can't have any piercings but sometimes she will wear cute bracelets or a ring, her neck is almost always covered by her enchanted healing magic scarf or a ribbon, so rarely any necklaces.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? It's loopy and has hearts for dots and always in a glittery pink gel pen

What are two emotions they feel the most? Excitement, curiosity

Do they have a favorite fabric? Anything super soft. The softer the better

What kind of accent do they have? She's adopted a slight French accent from Floette I tag: @getboolpropped, @bastardtrait, @papermint-airplane, @kissalopa, and anyone else who wants to gush about their ocs!!!

#confused club #fae.txt #tag game

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i-miss-breathing · 4 months

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My dream is to have a huge spiky gothic style castle where I section it off and each section has wildly different over the top aesthetic decor than the one before it.

Like the first section, where you walk in is super normal, just average house decor, it’s a living room and some guest rooms, very normal, the only thing weird here is that the carpet is orange and the walls have floral wallpaper from the 50s. Then, you walk fown a hall and BAM. Everything is ocean themed.

There’s a huge mural on one wall that makes it look like your in a bubble window underwater with all sorts of fish.

A bubble machine and ocean sound machine are going at all times. Sometimes you hear “yellow submarine” by the beetles playing

theres a tv that shows live footage of a reef and there’s a big saltwater aquarium on another section.

All the creatures have names, some of the rocks even have names, there’s a key on the side with all the names and what kind of creature/rock it is.

My cool butler takes care of them, he’s paid very well and has like 90 paid vacation days, when he’s on vacation I take care of the fish, he reminds me sometimes over text, and then reminds me that looking at water is not the same as drinking it and that I need to stay hydrated, he also tells me things about his vacations, like which foods I should ask the chef to make, or learn to make myself, like I said he’s very cool, anyways, off topic,

The next section is COMPLETELY GOTH.

You’ve stepped out of the submarine and into the vampires cave.

There are little bats and spiders and cats and ravens and crows EVERYWHERE. ITS AWESOME.

I have a pet raven in a room, her name is Lenore, she likes to sit on my shoulder, I take her to other parts of the house sometimes, she’s very smart.

There’s also my pet tarantula fiddlesticks, fiddle for short, I take him out of his enclosure sometimes but he doesn’t leave the goth section.

Speaking of the goth section, everything is red purple blue white and black, mostly black.

There’s goth music playing at all times, there’s a ballroom that I use to host goth club nights, it’s a castle after all, there’s a big French door that leads directly to the ballroom from the garden. It’s very cool.

Just when you think you’ll never escape the darkness and ungodly amount of moon cycles on the wall, you see a light.. BAM MAGIC FOREST.

Everything is green and orangish brown.and pastel

There’s fairy lights EVERYWHERE.

I keep my pet ponies Shorty and Sprinkles and my guard llama Dude, in a large closed off pasture near the garden, they get lots of apples and sugar cubes and hay along with all the yummy grass they graze on, you cannot ride any of them because they are too small, but I play with them everyday and teach them tricks every once in a while.

Back inside there are plants everywhere

there’s sparkles everywhere

There are bean bags that look like rocks and a bookcase that looks like it was built into a fake tree

there’s a little snack bar with cupcakes and rock candies and brownies and carrot cakes and pies and water and fruit flavored sodas and fun pastries.

Chef makes the snacks, Chef is cool, he’s really strong, I pay him a lot of money and he also has 90 days paid vacation a year, he mostly texts me recipes to ask if I think I’d like them. Chef also likes weed, he never makes weed brownies on the clock though. He’s very responsible.

I hire college students from the college near by at $25 an hour to run the fairy snack bar.

I host lots of parties here, parents can call and ask to rent it out for fairy themed birthday parties in a real life castle, of course it’s only a section of the castle, but it’s still a castle.

there’s another French door entrance but the glass has floral stained glass, it’s professionally done, it’s very pretty

There’s a dressing room with lots of outfits and dresses and they all look magical and they come in many different sizes, they are all thoroughly washed properly after each use by my maid. She’s really cool, she knows how to do a lot of stuff. Like Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, and race car driving, and knitting. She also gets paid very well and has 90 paid vacation days, I have a squish on her and she’s very inspiring, she teaches me the skills if I ask. She’s very cool. I text her pictures of things I make and she gives me encouragement. All my staff get along very well and it makes me happy. We have tea time and dinner together, it’s great.

And back to the fairy section there’s another ball room covered in fairy lights and plants, real and fake, there’s a DJ that takes all requests but otherwise plays music directly from ballroom scenes in fantasy movies and shows. He also gets paid well.

It’s very cool

I will add to this later but right now I do not have time

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abovethesmokestacks · 10 months

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So here's what you missed on "Pia goes to Dublin"

- ten minutes away from home. Did I pack my phone charger? It's not in my– no wait, I probably packed in the carry on. I'll check when I stop to buy lunch

- I have forgotten my charger

- Okay, I have time, quick pit stop to buy a charger on the way out to the airport

- What the fuck is this parking?

- What do you mean I can't take my clearly carry on designed bag on the plane? OF COURSE YOU CHANGED THE ALLOWED DIMENSIONS

- FINE CHECK IT

- We are going through HEL

- If anyone needs running tips, I suggest a mad dash around the Edinburgh terminal

- WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING SO LONG HOW ARE WE 30 MINUTES LATE

- Screw the leap card, I'll get it tomorrow

- Where is my bag?

- Can this kid sTOP TOUCHING EVERY BAG?

- No seriously, where is my bag?

- wHY IS MY BAG APPARENTLY STILL IN EDINBURGH???

- I'll get it tomorrow? Press X to doubt.

- I have never loved being almost bowled over in the streets as much as I loved being almost bowled over by @loup-malin

- The realization that I have... the clothes on my back and the contents of my purse. But sure, I'll get the luggage tomorrow. Double press X to doubt

- "Yes, hello ma'am, I am calling regarding your delayed luggage, we have still not located it."

- Dublin decided summer is overrated and went straight to fall. I developed a lifelong friendship with a yellow umbrella

- Shoutout to my insurance company who helped me out on a fucking Friday afternoon right before closing so that I could start getting clothes and a replacement bag and a fucking toothbrush

- Shoutout to all of Loup's colleagues for being amazing, the singalong at Reilley's (a.k.a trauma soothing setlist for millennials) will live forever in my memory

- Shoutout to Finn the would be king of Finland at Smyth's who not only helped me find a gift for my nephew but also let me ramble about Finnish history

- "Yes, hello again, ma'am, we have located your luggage. It will be rerouted on Monday. Oh, you will already have left Dublin? Okay, we'll just send it home to you."

- Chester Beatty Library, because nothing is as satisfying as a really nice illuminated manuscript

- Ice cream at Murphy's and a singalong in the swing (thank you, thank you, we'll be here all week only we won't)

- Drury Buildings. Seriously. Amazing cocktails, incredible food. An accidentally broken glass

- Walking to the hotel singing American Pie and Times They Are A-Changing because of course

- Loup. Amazing friend, talented bean, the Bojan to my Käärijä, provider of hotel wine and French chocolate, the sister I never got

Dublin, you were one hell of an adventure.

#Pia goes to Dublin #and adventure of varying degrees of enjoyment ensues #mostly it was excellent #but I could have done without the luggage fuckup #so now my runstreak is broken #AT 195 DAYS

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purityran · 5 months

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Tag nine people you'd like to know better! tagged by: @celestialchiild tagging: @coastercrushed @dcmur3 @feilien @godforbidrp @hauntedreality @hammerbite @insanislupus @mondayxmorning and YOU!

FAVORITE COLOR(S): LAVENDER, pink, pastel blue, sage green, sunflower yellow , and I KNOW BLACK DOESN'T COUNT BUT LISTEN I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

FAVORITE FLAVORS(S): I love floral tastes like lavender and rose (when they aren't overpowering, for example: lavender lattes and rose milk tea), I love the taste of coffee (tiramisu and chocolate covered espresso beans are to die for), anything seafood related (poke, sushi, etc.), and hmm... there's this very specific sandwich that I crave constantly and i truly ascend to the heavens each and every time i taste it.

FAVORITE MUSIC: WHAT THIS IS SO HARD!! I listen to many genres and constantly look for new music... but if I was going to distill my music taste as it is at this very moment, the playlist would probably contain: Hozier, I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, Vansire, Starkid, Mitski, Saint Motel, Fall Out Boy, and Ghost? However, I'm getting back into French music (mostly French Indie), K-Pop, and Electro-Swing.

FAVORITE MOVIE(S): Parasite, Heathers, Moulin Rouge!, The Cat Returns, Coraline, Heathers, Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog (although, that may be more of a mini-series), Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World, etc. :)

FAVORITE SERIES: Firefly, Community, Torchwood/Doctor Who, FRUITS BASKET REBOOT, Barry, etc. :)

LAST SONG: last song i sought out - wriggle by clipping. last song that popped up on shuffle - tous le mêmes by stromae

LAST SERIES: last show i watched - Love Has Won: The Cult of Mother God last fictional show i watched - crazy fun park

LAST MOVIE: I just watched Waitress in the theater, but if musical pro-shots don't count ... tbosas :)

CURRENTLY READING: i'm gonna re-read all of thg after the holiday szn :)

CURRENTLY WATCHING: myself stress out?

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: a seminar i'm hosting on the 15th! but also drafts!

#it was just for fools. (dash games.)

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inviba · 7 months

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Our Pathetic Love - Part 1

Carl Grimes x Negan'sDaughter!Fem!OC

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warnings: talk about death, cancer, attempted murder?, cheating, handcuffs (not in that way), theft, assault?, the usual walking dead stuff (walkers, blood, etc), dead mom/absent father trope, enemies to lovers type trope, depression, anxiety, abuse, guns, knives, oc holds knife to enid's throat and threatens to kill her, eating disorder?, (lmk if i missed something)

"Okay, I know I stole from you, but are the handcuffs really necessary?" I ask jokingly.

The most reaction I got was the man in the driver's seat giving me a glare. Tough crowd. The lady next to me moves my backpack away from me and gives the man in the passenger seat a knowing look.

"How many walkers have you killed?" The man in the passenger asks me.

"A lot? I don't know–"

"How many people have you killed?"

I think about it for a second.

"One."

"Why?"

I scoffed.

"What kind of questions–"

"Answer him." The lady tells me sternly.

"He got mauled by one of those morts-vivants. I found him on the side of the road. Asked him if he wanted me to end it for him."

"So you can be a good person?"

"I'm a thief, not a monster. Jesus."

"What's a mor veavant?" The dude in the passenger, raspy voice, I must say, asks.

"Morts-vivants," I correct him, "It's French."

After a couple more minutes of silence, we get to a wide gate made out of rusty metal panels.

—

They drag me over to a table with a gun on it. The lady that was in the car with me throws my backpack on the surface, and the driver guy zips it open.

"You're not gonna find much in there." I tell him.

"I don't trust you for a second–"

"There's a revolver that has one bullet in the chamber. There's painted flowers on the side in pink, blue, and yellow. There's a picture with the side of it torn. On the back, it says something in red, no, blue pen. There's 2 cans of peaches in sweet juice, a can of baked beans, a nail clipper with the letter "B" on the end in red pen. There's also a pair of faded green socks at the very bottom, and they have a blood stain on them. Oh, and some tissues and a medical kit at the bottom, but it only has your typical bandaids left in it. And whatever I took from the kid is at the top." They all stare at me and then the guy opening my bag.

He continues to pull everything I listed beforehand out of my bag and then holds a pack of cigarettes up and stares at me.

"Okay, I smoke, sue me. Can I have my stuff back now?"

"No. I don't trust you enough." He puts everything back in the bag, except for the revolver and the photo, and before he can, I speak up.

"Can I have those? You can have the bullet out of it, but let me have it. My mom gave me the gun, and that's a photo of us. It's all I have left of her. You can have everything else."

The man argues with the woman, taking my stuff with him.

Then, a familiar face locks its gaze at me.

The kid I stole from.

—

I press the cold edge of steel into her neck. The other kid pulls a gun out and points it at me.

"Do that, and I'll slit her throat. Drop it."

He thinks about it for a second and then throws it near my foot, and I kick it away.

"Nice revolver, by the way. Empty your bag onto the ground. Now."

"Why are you doing this?" The girl asks.

"I'm not gonna kill you. Calm down."

The boy empties the bag, and it's full of food. Dry food. Shit, that'll last me a few months if I skip most meals.

"Put it in this bag." I throw my backpack over to him, and he fills it up.

I take the girl's gun and throw it over to where I kicked his. I pull my gun out and put the knife away. I take my bag and put my gun away, fleeing before they can get their guns.

—

I stand in the corner of the room, waiting. I'm in the boy's house, in what I'm assuming is his room with whom I'm guessing is his mom, dad, and baby sister. The man and the woman the same ones from earlier. The woman goes to lay the baby down, and the man says goodnight to the boy before leaving.

"I'll sleep on the pull-out. You take the bed." He says and starts preparing the pull-out couch.

"You don't have to give your bed up–"

"Just take the bed. You look like you haven't slept in years."

"I haven't."

I stand up, and my boots tapping against the floor as I drag myself over to the bed. I look at him for a second before looking away.

"If you try anything, I'll gut you. I don't need a gun or a knife to do that."

"Wasn't planning on it."

We settle into the beds, and I wait until I know he's asleep to sneak out. I open the door quietly, sneaking down the hallway to the window at the very end. I open it carefully and slip out, climbing down the house slowly. I land on the ground and sneak around. I see the building the man most likely went into, and I sneak over to it.

—

Looking at the many guns and bullets, I decided that maybe attacking them isn't the best way to do this. I see my bag thrown in the corner. I grab the important things out of it. My revolver, in its holster. The photo, front pocket. The nail file, slipping it into my boot. Before I can grab anything else, I hear boots hitting the floor, the click of a gun, and I roll my eyes, continuing to rummage after a second.

"I know you're not gonna shoot me. What do you want?"

"How did you even know it was me?" The boy, of course, asks.

"Boots. You're not good at sneaking around." I look back at him.

He puts his gun away, following me as I leave through the front door of their makeshift armory.

"Where are you going?" He asks me yet another question.

"What, you gonna miss me?" I keep my gaze forward.

"I'm leaving. There's no reason for me to be here. And I don't do groups." I continue.

"Why not?"

I turn around to face him.

"Is this an interrogation? Jesus, you barely know me."

"That's what you think."

"Oh, really? What do you know about me?" I cross my arms.

"Your mom is dead, and you hate your dad. Your mom gave you that revolver before she died, and you ripped your father's face out of the picture and scribbled over his name on the back. You don't do groups because you're scared."

"I'm not scared. And you're wrong." No, he isn't.

I walk past him and keep my head forward again.

"And why would I wanna stay anyway? Your dad hates me, and your mom doesn't necessarily disagree with him. And I'm not interested in sharing a room with a teenage boy."

"My mom is dead. Michonne and my dad are just together."

I just give him a semi–sympathetic look before beginning to climb up the side of his house again.

"What are you doing?"

"Okay, kid, look. Either be quiet and follow me or shut up and leave me alone."

I saw him argue with himself before ultimately choosing to be quiet and follow me up the wall.

—

I cup my hands around the cigarette to light it, sticking the lighter back in my pocket. We sit next to each other on the roof, knees bent.

"How'd your mom die?"

I sigh. If I'm leaving soon, I might as well give the kid what he wants.

"She was diagnosed with Stage 3 cancer when I was 7. Just before everything started, it had developed to Stage 4, and she was really sick. She needed medicine that was refrigerated, so we had to find gas almost daily to keep the generator running. I guess it didn't hit me that everything had turned to shit since I was living with electricity and water. One day, my dad went out to find her more medicine. He had been gone for 3 days, and my mom was looking worse than ever, so I went out by myself to look. I got home a few hours later to my mom with a bag over her head, and my dad had started drinking again."

I take another drag at the cigarette, closing my eyes and blowing the smoke out of my mouth.

"He had drank before?"

"Yeah. A lot. He cheated on my mom a few times, too, when it got really bad."

When I see the concerned look on the kids face, I shake my head and take a long drag.

"He never hit us. Threatened to leave us with nothing, but he never got physical. Before my mom died, the most he ever did was grab my arm when I yelled at him once."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah." That's all I say. I don't like getting emotional about it anymore.

I see the kid staring blankly at the sky and decide to at least make this situation a bit less awkward.

"What happened to yours?" I asked, referring to his mother.

"She died giving birth to Judith when I was 13. Barely a year after it all happened."

"You were young."

"Yeah. I had to watch it all happen. Maggie cut her open in front of me. My mom told her to, and she could barely do it."

I see that sad gaze in his eyes again.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly, barely above a whisper, but enough for him to hear.

"You didn't say that to me before." He shakes his head slightly.

I put my cigarette out with my shoe, getting up and walking over to the side of the house to start climbing down again.

"Don't expect me to say it again."

"My name is Carl." He says to me as I start to climb down, still in his view, and I stop for a second.

"Jane."

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#Spotify #the walking dead #carl grimes #negan smith #lucille smith #natalie scatorccio #fanfic #fanfiction

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batfam-big-bang · 1 month

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assign the other mods types of plants

i assign lucy with sunflower bc she always makes my day. bri is a daffodil bc they bloom even in early spring when the weather is shit and then they still come back every year they're just that metal (also the colour reminds me of those handwarmers i knitted you). mel and shelby occupy the same space in my brain and are those cool succulents that get flowers i think. i don't have a reason for that one. - jess

jess is a chinese evergreen. bri is a philodendron, specifically the brasil species. lu my sweet is a pothos n'joy. shelby is, ofc, a monstera delicioso bc i swear to god we have 7 in our apartment, and only 2 are mine. - mel

lu also gives me n'joy, because in my experience they are small little hearts and bring joy to my life. jess gets golden pothos because she is impossible to kill and bri is a marble queen because i just think they're Neat. mel is an english ivy - shelby

Bri is a tulip, specifically the tall red ones I have outside my house because they're very happy flowers. Jess is a big old apple tree you can climb and spend an afternoon reading in because she's a grandma. Mel and Shelby are the sweetcorn and french bean combo I have growing in my garden where you use the sweetcorn to support the french beans: not to be separated. - Lucy

I think jess is a aphelandra squarrosa bc they're zebra printed and also have cute yellow flowers that remind me of the very same handwarmers jess made me that I very dearly love! Mel is Canterbury Bells because they come in cute colours, and they thrive in the sun, and Shelby is a fire lily because it's so bright and warm, and just popped into my head when I thought about assigning them a flower. and Lucy is a Bleeding Hearts plant (or Dicentra spectabilis) because she has a really big heart (and I will fight everyone who annoys her). - bri

#bbb ama #ama #batfam big bang 2024 #bbb24 #anon ask

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my-timing-is-digital · 10 months

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DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

LEGAL NAME: Data Soong

NICKNAME[S]: He doesn't have one, but would love to have one. So, send in your best Data nicknames for mah boi! (Although I like the one Mirror!Barclay gave him in a personal log, which is "Picard's pet android.")

DATE OF BIRTH ACTIVATION: February 2, 2338

GENDER: Male

PLACE OF BIRTH ACTIVATION: Omicron Theta colony

CURRENTLY LIVING: On the U.S.S. Enterprise

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, binary, and probably a lot more (Earth languages as well as alien languages). This funky lil' android is literally a walking ChatGPT, albeit more advanced.

EDUCATION: Starfleet Academy.

HAIR COLOR: Depends on the lighting; sometimes it's dark brown / brown, at other times, it's auburn.

EYE COLOR: A greenish yellow (or chartreuse, according to Google).

HEIGHT: 1.80 / 5'9''

WEIGHT: 100 kg

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S]: B-4 and Lore, his older brothers (and Altan Inigo Soong, I suppose, although I'd like to think of him as Data's half-brother, since Juliana never mentioned him, so he might have had a different mother? God knows what Noonian has been up to in that weird jungle hideout of him).

PARENT[S]: Doctor Noonian Soong and Juliana Soong

RELATIVE[S]: Adam Soong, Arik Soong, and Ira Graves, but idk if he even qualifies lol.

CHILDREN: Lal, Dahj and Soji (and technically an entire planet of androids, but let's not over-complicate things).

PET[S]: SPOT! His precious cat!

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Tbh, I've thought about this a lot, but never wrote it down as a proper headcanon; I'd like Data to represent the minority and state that he's aromantic — he's possibly bordering on the asexuality spectrum as well. And as for his preference, he doesn't have one; not only does his programming prohibit him from discriminating between genders and withhold him from engaging in favouritism, he's also genuinely fascinated by everyone. In other words, he doesn't nurture a strong preference for a specific gender. However, since he's aromantic he's not really interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with anyone; it's primarily friendships he's after, familial or platonic.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Data is a single bean, just living his best life with his beloved cat.

SINCE WHEN: And this is where we ignore the whole romantic escapade with Jenna D'Sora lol. So, N/A (Or since his date of activation).

Tagged by: @lettherebemonsters Tagging: @elaleph (Agnes!), @ensnchekov, @dimensionalspades (Julian!), @quantumstarpaths, @nebulaties (Tasha!), @fasciinating, @storiest0ld (Beverly!) & anyone else who'd like to do this!

#ooc: thanks a lot for tagging me! this was fun!#but yes give him nicknames!

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simplyspellbound · 1 year

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Astrological Weekly Menu

For those days when you’re just not sure what to eat, here is a list of foods to enjoy that are connected to the planetary inspirations of our days of the week. These correspondences can help you tap into the energy of that day and manifest your intentions.

Monday

Ruling planet: The Moon

Foods that honor the moon are cool, creamy, or round:

Cucumber Salad or Sandwiches

Potato Leek Soup

Mushroom Alfredo with Peas

Tuesday

Ruling planet: Mars

As the red planet and associated with war, hot and spicy is the way to go:

Korean BBQ Tacos with Bulgogi (Note: I skip the beef and make the sauce (without pear) to go on beefless ground, ready in 5 minutes! Serve on tacos with fresh cilantro, red onion, and/or shredded cabbage)

Spicy Garlic Noodles

Tikka Masala (Note: You can make tikka masala plant based by substituting the chicken with cauliflower or chickpeas.)

Wednesday

Ruling planet: Mercury

Mercury is associated with leafy greens, broccoli, cabbage, and other green vegetables.

Roasted Honey Mustard Cauliflower Kale Salad

Creamed Spinach

Buddha Bowls

Thursday

Ruling planet: Jupiter

Grand, expansive Jupiter is celebrated with golden yellow hues.

Coconut Curried Lentils

Spaghetti Squash

Banana Muffins (Add 1/2 tsp ground cardamom for an aromatic boost!)

Friday

Ruling planet: Venus

For the planet associated with the goddess of love, sweetness rules.

Maple Tahini Sweet Potatoes with Chickpeas

Thai Peanut Noodle Salad

Honey Roasted Chicken and Figs

Saturday

Ruling planet: Saturn

Saturn is the planet of stability and discipline, so we look to the base structure of many diets: grains, beans, and starches.

Instant pot Chili Mac (This plant based chili is best served with cornbread)

French Onion Shepherd’s Pie

Overnight No Knead Artisan Bread

Sunday

Ruling planet: The Sun

Sunny fruits like lemons, oranges and hot summer foods like corn and tomatoes are associated with the sun.

Mexican Street Corn Salad

Orange Ginger Power Bowl

Roasted Cherry Tomato Pasta (You can also sauté the tomatoes over the stove to avoid using the oven)

I hope you are inspired by this list!

#kitchen witch #astrology #mealspo #recipe list #food #meals #pagan #witch

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steve-rogers-new-york · 2 years

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Manhattan Special Espresso Coffee Soda

This was a really fun find! Manhattan Special looks to have been a staple of Brooklyn soda fountains and bottle vendors since long before our boys’ time.

The Williamsburg brand Manhattan Special’s Espresso Coffee Soda has been in production since 1895. This signature product is a coffee-based soda, made from just espresso beans, cane sugar, and seltzer. The unique drink is said to have an “acquired taste,” with various reviewers describing it as thick, quite sweet, bodied like a cream soda, smooth, mellow, dark, smoky French roast aroma, deep, tannic, and complex. Also noted by a number of commentators, the soda is very fizzy! So much so that it is not uncommon for the bottles to erupt and overflow upon first opening due to the carbonation. One suggested opening over a glass or sink to account for it.

The images above show the bottle design that would have been found in the years before WWII. The glass bottles were 6-oz, with yellow and maroon metal crown cork caps (pop-top, twist-off caps were not invented until the 1960s). The white and red label was printed directly onto the bottle and featured the company’s direct phone number (EVergreen 8). Raised lettering can also be seen on the upper portion of the glass. The last two images are of the modern versions of the packaging, which underwent a redesign in 2017. The older of the two (left) can still be found in some stockists, while the newer (right) is more commonly available post-2017.

The brand also produces other soda flavours, including black cherry, gassosa (Italian lemon-lime), orange, sasparilla, and vanilla cream.

I love the idea of the boys finding this drink still in production in the 21st century. From all accounts I’ve seen, the recipe does not appear to have changed over the course of its history. So the taste should then be the same if Steve and Bucky were to drink it again in the 21st century!

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This post has been sponsored by my much loved and long-time Patreon supporter Joanna Daniels. She and I would like to dedicate the post to the loving memory of her mother Joan Daniels. She will be sorely missed.

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#Steve Rogers #Soda #Manhattan Special #1940s #Food #1940s Food #1940s Soda #historically accurate #historic new york #historically accurate steve rogers #captain america #Captain America: The First Avenger #captain america tfa #Brooklyn #New York #Meta #Marvel #MCU

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the-tf2-gremlin · 2 years

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@beans-bacon69 Silly lil one shot based on Beans-Bacon69 art of Bird!Sniper and Invisible!Man Spy from Team Fortress 2! I loved that art so much I felt a DANGEROUS amount of inspiration and absolutely needed to write this bad boy. Thank you to the anon who started this idea with a previous ask on Bean’s account, I take zero credit for the ask/post fic trend they started! Thanks for the wonderful idea Anon friend! Loved that adorable lil fic of Sniper x Spy for Beans too! So cute! Anyhow, please enjoy this one shot inspired by Beans-Bacon 69’s art! :3

Yer a Hoot! By TF2-Gremlin

There was a loud rustle of wings after the awkward as hell stare down. All Spy could really do was blink. Whatever happened, rather, gotten into Sniper, was just like a light switch. Well, this REALLY SUCKED. Being the daft BIRD BRAIN HE IS, Sniper literally spread his gorgeous copper rusty red banded wings and took flight to the nearest tree, where he was perching like a FREAKING BIRD. Oh, god how badly he needed a cigarette. And unfortunately, those and his favorite lighter were in HIS hands.

“SNIPER! SNIPER GET YOUR SKINNY AUSTRALIAN ASS DOWN HERE ZHIS INSTANT!” Spy roared, feeling his tight wrappings over his head and parts of his body his suit exposed to sun and the elements tighten a bit. Damn perspiration, always made his wrappings bunch and constrict. Plus stress was horrible for his gorgeous face. That bird brain was so going to be his dinner by the time he got his cigarettes bac-

“HOOT!” Sniper called loudly, half turned to Spy now. Originally, he had his back to him, so perhaps this was a ugh… Starting point… Those large eerie yellow orange eyes GLEAMED at him in the moonlight. The way his nose was shaped and how dark the shadows were framing his hunched over body made it look semi like a beak if he didn’t know any better. Mon Dieu, Sniper looked positively horrifying right now if he was quite honest. To say the least Spy was NOT enjoying himself.

“SSSNNNIIIIIPPPPEERRRRRR!!!!” He roared, flushing at not being in control. That was something he could not stand about him. His bloody unpredictability. Wait- DID HE JUST USE BLOODY?? LIKE THE SNIPER??? Gritting his teeth he grumbled to himself angrily, massaging his temple with a gloved hand. Oh mon dieu, this was going to be a long night. Once again he glared up at winged lover, from the base of a VERY large tree. No chances of climbing it, his suit would bet dirty! Not to mention the times Scout attempted it and fell out and broken a few limbs.

Medic was LIVID, each time. Medic kept losing a few parts from his fury, not that the man was very put together in the first place…. Swear that mad manic was related to Dr. Frankenstein, or literally was the monster from that outcome… or both. Even Soldier was stupid enough to try. That ended even worse than Scout’s encounters from the Medic.

Both ended up coming out WORSE than they entered. Honestly, it was utterly hilarious… Those two needed a solid lecture and Medic set them right back into their place. God he wish Medic were here, that man despite his lack of sanity would he incredibly useful right now. For the moment it was just himself and Sniper, who literally flew the coup. With his cigarettes, no less.

“Hoot?“ Sniper replied hearing his name, those unsettling massive orbs just staring down at him. The rate Sniper’s pupils grew and shrank gave him the absolute creeps! He HATED it when he did that. And the neck thing, oh that freaked him out so badly. Thankfully, he seemed extremely disinterested in doing any of his freakish owl things. Except hooting. That was getting annoying.

“Sniper this is your last warning! Come down at ONCE!” Spy snapped, stamping his foot. Several seconds pass. Sniper blinks, once, twice, a third time. Then… hooted. “HOO HOO!” Was all he got in reply. That did it. Spy flew into a series of French cursings, kicking and tossing sticks and anything light enough he could in outrage. During his little fit, something landed on his head. His left eye twitched. Slowly and carefully he reached for it.

Luck seemed to favor him, finally! There were few things the Sniper treasured more than his hat. Staring at the Stetson that landed on his head and now in his hands, the Spy GRINNED. Finally. He had a plan of action.

“Oooooooooooooooooh Bushmaaaaaaaaaaaan~” he said teasingly, now wearing his fiancé’s hat. A soft gasp escaped jis lips once he looked up. Uh ooooh. That’s. That’s bad. Sniper was no longer there. One thing he did forget, being part owl…. His wing beats were silent. Being a sniper, he was dead quiet. Oh, merde.

Wearily he took a single step back, and hit something. Warm. Uh oh. A heavy hand hit his shoulder, giving him a hard squeeze. A shiver ran down his spine. OH MERDE. Really he didn’t feel like turning around. Spy screamed loudly once he felt someone grab his waist and pull him close. What the-

Soft little hoots and the only thing Spy could guess was Owl equivalent to purring could be heard, Sniper stooping over and had his arms around his chest and waist. Sniper gently pressed his face into Spy’s neck, nuzzling him gently. The sound of some wing rustles meant he was very content. With a loud sigh of relief, Spy set his hat back on his head. That earned a soft smile from Sniper who kisses his cheek.

“Heh, love ya know yer a *snort* HOOT, right?” Sniper asked, barely keeping his laughs under control. Spy’s blue grey eyes shot open, before turning and grabbing the bushman’s shirt collar. HE COULD NOT BE SERIOUS!

“BUSHMAN, YOU HAVE BETTER BE KIDDING ME ZHAT ZHIS WAS NOT A JOKE ZHIS WHOLE TIME!!!!!!!!” He roared in absolute fury, shaking him furiously. Sniper was literally laughing so hard he was wheezing, struggling even to stand up. Tears began rolling down his face, as he did his best to catch his breath. Needless to say, Spy was SEETHING.

“YOU ARE HORRIBLE!” Spy cried out, cheeks burning badly. He huffed folded his arms and turned his back, visibly insulted and upset. There was a faint click and the sound of metal grinding against metal, and a spark. Spy blinked, and turned around. In his hand, Sniper carefully held a lit cigarette, and his favorite cigarette container and lighter. In his other hand, was a fancy box of French chocolates that he used to get imported from France before the factory went under. He hadn’t had any of those in 15 years- how did he-…

“Heh sorry fer the lil prank love… didn’t mean to upset ya today but… ya know Ah can’t help but be a bird brain under a full moon…” he offers sheepishly, that derpy smile he loved so much creeping across his face. The box had a little letter attached that read “Avec tout mon amour et mon coeur, Sniper.” Spy felt tears begin to sting his eyes, as he smiled and sniffled a little.

“Merde, you are such a birdbrain…” he said with a soft laugh, rubbing his eyes with the back of a glove and taking the cigarette, carefully hugging him. Sniper smiled, craning his neck neck to press a kiss onto his love’s forehead. “Ahm YER birdbrain…” he said softly, peppering Spy with kisses.

“I guess, how you said, Sniper… You are a… HOOT…” Spy says, trying his best to mock his Australian accent.

“God that was BLOODY awful! HOOT!” Sniper said, both looking at one other before bursting into laughter, holding one other in their arms under the bright moon. Sniper’s wings wrapped lovingly around Spy and both enjoyed the rest of the night together feasting on chocolate under the watchful eye of the moon.

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